Right This Second

[KARA ALDRIDGE]

Walking just outside of the Clock Tower, the Teryn leader Kara was enjoying her time alone. Not that she didn't like her clan, no she loved them and would do anything for the lore keepers, it was just she had to get away after a while. She wasn't like the other leaders who enjoyed being guarded nearly at all times, she was a big girl, she could defend herself. At the thought, it was as if the holster hidden in the small of her back gained ten pounds suddenly. She had to always wear it in case someone dared to attack her on her own turf since, well her knowledge really. Teryn blood was usually sought after, which left her to resort of drastic steps. If her clan knew she usually had a gun on her, she was afraid they would think she was paranoid since the clan hated weapons. Then again, so far no one knew of it.

As she walked along the stone walkway outside the tower, Kara's hazel eyes looked around as she clasped her hands behind her back as she breathed in the clean air. Just then, her keen ears picked up what sounded like quick steps rushing her and quickly slid her foot back dodging the attack of a young vampire and grabbed his arm, seeing he had a knife. "Tsk tsk." She merely said as she twisted his arm and pulled the knife from him. "You must be a newborn. A older vampire wouldn't be stupid enough to go after a leader." She said as she tossed the knife away, hearing the reassuring slash once it hit the water. She watched as the vampire growled and tried to move away, but her grip merely tightened as she forced his arm to twist against his back. "Lemme guess, you want my blood? Too bad. I do not like donating blood." She said as her free hand went back and shoved the gun against his ribs. Guess she wasn't as paranoid as she thought she was.

"I highly recommend you turn and walk away. Unless you wan-" Suddenly she leaned back to avoid a claw to the face. "Hmph." She said as she grabbed his throat, lifted him and walked over to the water's edge as she placed the gun away. "I suggest you swim back to whatever hole you came from before my clan finds out you attempted to assault me." She said before punching the man in the diaphragm hard enough to knock him out. She then dropped the man, not even seeing if he hit the water. It was a rather pathetic way to dispose of the vampire, but it made her feel better knowing he couldn't drown, or she didn't have to kill him. Damn her good nature. Sighing slightly, she fixed her top over the holster once more and walked away from the edge, guessing she should have stayed with her clan

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Word Count: 552
Song: Right this Second - deadmau5
Notes: IT SUCKS!

[JENNIFER STONE]

as i burn down and murder,

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I KNOW THAT GOD FORGIVES[/color][/font]
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Cloudless, calm, and dry. The night sky was dull indeed, suffocating New York City in an unpleasent, sticky sensation. Rare indeed are the times when the city itself decides to take a firm grip upon its residents. Rarer still do such attempts have much success with its undead infestation.

Sadly, the night was being more than reflective of the evening as a whole - boring and uncomfortable. The heat didn't seem to affect much of her kin, but did it ever take a hold of Jennifer. Something about the heat creeping under her skin, it sapped every bit of energy she had (which wasn't much seeing as the heat had kept her from properly hunting for days). Energy was actually the reason that she'd left this time. No longer could she remain locked away, hoping to outlast the heat. It was the tactic of someone with a weakness, and this was not Jennifer.
She was going to feed.

Besides, the constant insults and scraps that her self induced cage brought on with her clan had become tiresome. Finally, they found something to weild against her, even if they couldn't control it. Of course, they didn't hesitate to try to exploit it.

A few dead Drakken later, Jennifer found herself aimlessly wandering into Teryn territory by moonlight. Her initial thoughts only carried her away from Manhattan, where the streets were too crowded to execute anything, even if the vigilant Aranai wouldn't assault her for stepping a toe into line. Absent-mindedly she wandered until she realized just what it was her legs were pulling her towards - water. Cool, refreshing water. Deep within Teryn territory, but to an aged Drakken, this mattered not. Teryn were pushovers; reluctant to enter combat and poor fighters to boot. As far as Jennifer could remember, no retribution had ever come to a Drakken from the Teryn. Was it that their leader was weak? Encouraged such non-chalance of her kind? Or was it fear?

Jennifer liked to think it was both.

Moonlight reflected off the calm waters' edge with a beauty that Jennifer long ago forgot how to describe. With her feet dipped just enough in the water, Jennifer took time to take in the delicate weaving on her arm. Frightened faces; some bloodied, others broken or weaping, took up every inch of skin upon her right arm right down to her fingers, many of which overlaying each other. Each one a different kill of particular favor to Jennifer. Each one a pleasent memory and a divine feast. The shadow of a smile caressed her lips at the thought of her poor artists around New York City, their thoughts when someone of her stature waltzes in and reveals something as disturbing as what she'd ingrained in her own, pale flesh.

Silent musings came to a close, as gentle ripples washed up her ankles. A disturbance within the water. Too large to be a fish, too small to be a person. There wasn't much of a breeze, so it wasn't likely to be something falling from a tree. Quickly, she slipped into her thick boots. The origin of the disturbance was not far off. She could still feel the refreshing shivers crawling up her spine as she trotted towards her entertainment for the evening.

With a gentle leap, Jennifer was atop the landing beneath the tower that so many Teryn called home. Truly, she was asking for it by being here right now - they might not favor combat, but numbers do win fights. Jennifers scarlet eyes turned towards the scuffle happening below her. To her amazement, she discovered a Teryn disengaging a Drakken. Newborn, hopefully, otherwise his ego would never repair after such a defeat. Still, embarrassing to be related to him in any sense.

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"You must be a newborn. A older vampire wouldn't be stupid enough to go after a leader,"[/font] the woman boasted, gliding a small handgun into the boys ribs. Well shit. Kudos to a newborn for even trying to take down an armed foe, and a coven leader to boot. Might not have been the smartest decision in the world, but if Drakken were reknowned for the intellect, they'd get a long much better with the Teryn.

Still, Jennifer wasn't about to intrude on the fight. It was his honour, not hers, at stake, and she had no reason to help him. She watched in shame as his attempts at her were thwarted repeatedly, until he was tossed, defeated, into the drink. Shame disappated quickly however, into raw energy. A coven leader, easily the weakest of four, stood below her. Smug, and unaware. Jennifer could only image the faces of her bretheren as she returned to Staten, refreshly tattoo'd with the pretty face of the Teryn fastend to her shoulder. That, and the body slung over her other. Delicious Teryn secrets would serve them well, those wise enough to see the use in them, rather than simply gloating over the death of someone important.

Jennifer waited for the self proclaimed coven leader to stroll below her. All the while, her fingers carefully flexing and adjusting themselves in their leather gloves. After one last scan around to confirm that they were alone (save the poor Drakken flailing about like a fish, apparently he couldn't swim), Jennifer through herself straight down towards her quarry, arm first, hoping to crush her in a single blow.

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[KARA ALDRIDGE]

As the man splashed around in the water, the Teryn leader sighed as she ran her hand through her golden hair. It wasn't like incidents like this happened all the time, but it happened enough to make her grow tired of it. She was just lucky this time was just a newborn. Last time she had been attacked, she had been around some of her coven members, who had thwarted off the vampire. Another sigh passed her lips as she continued walking and looked towards the clock tower again, but saw something in a window's reflection. "What in the.." She couldn't finish that sentence since she saw the being throwing itself down at her.

After landing on her side, barely escaping the attack by the unknown person, her hazel eyes looked up at the woman before scrambling to her feet. Immediately after doing so, the smell of Drakken wafted through her nostrils which she immediately growled at. Great what the hell was a Drakken doing here?! She looked back to where the splashing was coming from and looked back as she pulled out her gun, wondering if they were friends of any kind. Then again they were Drakken, renown for killing their own kind.

Immediately, she backed away from the new vampire and grinned slightly, trying to at least get close enough to the base so others could aid her. "My, two Drakken vampires. What calls for this occasion?" She said, occasionally to the clock tower as she moved towards it. "I'm sure you heard me say the same thing to the other vampire. Attacking a leader, non-the-less attacking on their turf, their base in this case is incredibly foolish. For all you know, my clan could be watching over my every move, including yours. They might just be waiting for your attack and before you know it, you can be overwhelmed." She said, gripping the gun in her hand, waiting for the Drakken's remark or action. Possibly more action, Drakken weren't known for their speaking abilities. All that she hoped for right now, was she was right about her clan. It was rather foolish for her to be off by herself, and she knew this now.

[JENNIFER STONE]

Stone and earth flew into the air from the force of impact. A very much alive Teryn rolled away from the impact zone, leaving Jennifer, fist still buried in its small crater, where she landed. Centuries of using her right arm to decimate foes had its benefits. This evening, it was that her fist was not broken, nor in much pain at all.

She hadn't really planned on missing that blow. Being past the age of 200, Jennifer had grown accustomed to out moving and overpowering anything but her own. Was this Teryn old, or lucky? Musing, Jennifer looked up towards her 'better-lucky-than-good' foe. Startled. Well that confirmed it.

Already, the fear and confusion was setting into her prey. The quick, narrow glances. Keeping her back to her safe haven. Stepping backwords slowly. Feigning words of courage. She'd seen it all before, and Jennifer was pretty sure she'd live to see it again. The coven leader wasn't putting up any sort of a threat. In fact, she was threatening to threaten her.

Pathetic.

As the woman rambled and rambled in a fit of loving her voice too much, Jennifer made no eye contact. Or even any notice that she was there. No, instead Jennifer slowly brought herself to her feet, quickly checking her glove for cuts before running her left hand over her right arm. With a serene smile, she ignored everything her former foe was saying to her. It commanded her attention, as a child would be captivated by a toy.

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"58"[/font] Jennifer replied, long after Kara had ceased her idle ramblings, [/font]"I've killed 58 Teryn in my life. I've all their faces right here. I'm sure you'll recognize each one."[/font] Jennifer paused herself to allow for her arm to be extended, for the Coven leader to see the screaming, crying, bleeding faces of those she once called her own. Ones that suffered greatly at her hands.[/font] "Tonight, I will claim my 59th. If you're so selfish as to call out your coven to shield you and die for you, so be it. You'll just have to life with knowing you let others die for you."[/font]

Jennifer's smile widened. Not in any sort of mocking fashion, oh no. True enjoyment filled her mind. Something was going to be added to her collection this evening, and to top it off, she got front row seats to watch a woman squirm with sacrificing herself, or others.

Being evil can be so much fun.

Jennifer began walking towards the Teryn once more, this time sure to keep her eyes trained on her movements. Would she do this alone? Or will she live eternally with guilt, and the inability to forget it?

Who cares? Time to crush things.


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[KARA ALDRIDGE]

As she continued backing away from the Drakken, she growled inwardly. Shit, shit, shit. This Drakken knew she couldn't fight. She was lucky with the newborn. This girl reeked with age and death, and the fact she wasn't even listening made her worse. So her theory over the Drakken were true. Mindless, savage animals. However, when she spoke of how many she had killed fifty-eight Teryn, and had even gone to tattoo each poor tortured onto her arm. Without thinking, Kara's mouth opened slightly in a gawking manner, as if shocked to see how much this woman enjoyed to kill. Well, it was unfortunate enough to know where some of her members went to.

A loud growl escaped her throat as her hazel eyes glared at the Drakken girl, basically shooting daggers at her when she said if she was selfish enough to use her own coven to die for her. "Do not dare treat me like I'm your own kind, you bitch! Unlike you I actually care what happens to my clan!" She yelled at the woman, seeing how much she was enjoying putting her through hell. She couldn't ask her clan to die for her. As she always thought, it was the members who made the clan, not the leader. If she died today so be it.

But that didn't mean she would go down without a fight. She forced herself to take a step away from the clock tower as her hand suddenly went to her back and shoot at the woman. Of course all of this she was using all of her vampiric speed. Even if the Teryn were not strong, they made it up in speed and precision. Immediately, she kicked off the ground as she shot at the woman's neck, spine and kneecaps to slow her down. Sure a vampire could continue if any of these were broken, but it would slow them down greatly. That was her entire plan. She knew the Drakken would keep attacking her, so maybe if she crippled her, the fight would cease immediately.

[JENNIFER STONE]

Mmmmmm, finally, some fight. Jennifer was mistaken then, which was fine. She figured no fight to be in this woman, but her own words seemed to have done the trick. Still, she had her pinned as the type to sort of lie down and take it instead of fight. For all the Teryn's wisdom, she didn't seem to know much about Drakken's. Fighting one only encourages one. They'll fight harder. Strike faster. Well, her loss, really.

More words flew from her mouth, as if a wall of words would shield her from the destruction that was soon to follow. Most victims chose this route. They'd try to make up for their lack of power within the situation by overpowering you with words. A funny concept really - what are words to a Drakken? Try as you might to threaten one, intimidate one, or reason with one, they're just words. If they defy the will of the Drakken, they're less than that.

As expected, the firearm made a reappearance. Lucky she'd seen her kin jabbed in the stomach with one prior or this might have gone ill for her. What Jennifer didn't expect was the impeccable aim - given the Teryn's fright and distance, her hand kept still long enough to fire straight at Jennifer's face. No matter. The grin on her face only widened as she raised her arm, the bullet bouncing off of it rather feebly. Granted, it still hurt like a bitch, but it didn't penetrate her. Just an impact wound, she'd be fine.

Then she did something she did not expect.

The slight woman charged forward. Forward! Jennifer, who was already mid-stride towards her, did not anticipate this. The following gunshots were then not something Jennifer could simply swipe away. She had only time to turn to her side, still running, but exposing her left arm, to avoid the gunfire. Two of these shots entered her arm anyways, painfully tearing flesh and sinew apart. The third shot passed beside her leg.

Jennifer kept running. Yes, her left arm was throbbing with intense pain. Yet it didn't slow her. In fact it encouraged her forward. Pain has an adrenaline-like effect on Drakken, awakening their senses, drawing their mind into the fight. An invigorating battle-cry escaped Jennifer's lips in retaliation of the gunfire. The night fell silent there-after, as if it too were frightened into submission by her cry.

The gap between them was closed now. Any advantage the Teryn may have had existed with the distance between them. It was no longer. With speed that few other Drakken possessed (being two centuries old had its perks), Jennifers stronger arm rounded straight for her opponents throat, as she still ran towards the Teyrn in an attempt to bullrush her as well.

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[KARA ALDRIDGE]

As she fired the gun, Kara's hazel eyes watched the Drakken carefully to see if her shot hit, but blinked when she merely raised her arm. When the bullet hit her arm, her eyes widened when the bullet merely ricocheted off, leaving her unharmed. This caused her to charge the Drakken as she squeezed off a few more rounds, but this time they hit the mark. But the Drakken never slowed. It was almost like she was fueling the vampire more into the fight. So this is what a Drakken did. The more pain, the more they got into the fight, they more they wanted to continue, fight harder and win. Which unfortunately for her, is what was happening before her very eyes.

Kara merely gasped as she fired off three more rounds and suddenly there was no more space in between them. Whatever she could do before at a distance was gone. Realizing the Drakken was this close, she tried to run to a safe distance, but it was too late. Kara gasped as the Drakken's fingers grabbed her neck. She winced as the Drakken lifted her off the ground by her throat, which merely hurt more than anything. Thank god she didn't have to breath. Immediately when she was off the ground, she raised her hand that still had the gun and placed it against the woman's face. "Put me...down or else..your face will be bullet ridden." She said as she pulled the hammer back on her gun, waiting for the woman to do either a stupid move or be intelligent. But then again, this was a Drakken. Most of the time they weren't very intelligent. Either way, the woman was going to become quite 'holey' if she didn't back off.

[JENNIFER STONE]

The womans neck was soft, smooth, and felt as delicate as a twig in Jennifer's unnatural grasp. Felt just as easy to snap too. Still smiling politely, Jennifer only tightened her grip. Slowly but surely, the pressure around the Teryn's neck. It'd snap sooner or later.

And the gun in her face pointed towards sooner.

And so they remained in uneasy calm for a moment. Each of them starring at each other down the heavily tattooed arm constricting the Teryn. She really hoped that she was taking notice of the faces of her dead friends before she joined them. Because at this rate, she was asking for it.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be making the threats, sweet thing. Pull that trigger and watch how fast your spine turns to dust," Jennifer spoke slowly, starring up at her helpless victim. She was a pretty girl. Even prettier when she was struggling. "Drop it, and perhaps you'll live out the night."

The soft stench of Drakken began to flood into the nostrils of its source. Right. Blood. Jennifer totally forgot that she was bleeding, and the pain actually. Either way it didn't bode well for the Teryn.

"Nothing draws a Drakken in quicker than the bloodscent of another Drakken. Where there's a wounded Drakken, there's a fight," Jennifer mused, carefully watching the captive for any signs of some kind of trickery, "And I bet my brothers and sisters will be oh so keen on helping you out of this situation. So what'll it be? Want to remain in my grasp, pointing that gun at me, waiting as the dinner bells ring out across the neighborhood, or are you going to drop that weapon?"

Jennifer wasn't really sure what was going on in her head, or in the minds of all her followers no doubt watching in fear from their nearby haven. Or if anyone would even smell her blood and come to see what all the fuss was about. But they could.

"I promise I won't kill you," she giggled.[/color][/blockquote]

[KARA ALDRIDGE]

As she dangled from the woman's hand, Kara gasped at her hand closing in as if to snap her neck. The action wouldn't kill her, but boy it would hurt like a bitch for a while, making her completely unable to fight. Which wouldn't be good for her. When she pointed the gun towards the Drakkens face, the air became thick as she stared down at the woman, trying hard not to look at her fallen Teryn members. It was horrible how she enjoyed their pain so much she had it tattooed to her skin.

Her hazel eyes glared down at the woman as she told her not to make threats and felt her skin crawl at what she called her. Was this just some joke to her? She struggled again, her hand on the woman's hand, but again, she forgot the strength of the Drakken. She gritted her teeth as she struggled more to be released of the woman, before smelling the Drakkens blood, which almost made her gag. The blood of a Drakken smelt...vile, contaminated, infected, anything that revolved the word disgusting. She was forced to listen to her as she explained nothing drew in another Drakken, than the blood of another Drakken. Shit, she had to deal with two already, she didn't need three.

So they stood there at a standstill. Kara thought it over in her head about what the woman had said. She had even made a comment about how she wouldn't kill her. Oh wasn't that just sweet of her. Tch, like she would actually keep the promise. So her options was either A, shoot the Drakken, only to piss her off and die, or B, drop her only weapon, get tortured beyond anything she's probably ever felt before, and maybe die. She didn't like her choices.

Suddenly the woman's gaze flicked to the tower and followed it to see her clan just watching in fear. Immediately she glared at the members with a look that basically screamed 'stay where you are'. She knew this would amuse the vampire to no end, but finally the grip on the gun tightened for a moment, before her arm fell to her side. She merely was quiet as she felt the gun slip through her fingers and clatter on the ground. God she hoped she didn't make the biggest mistake of her life.

[JENNIFER STONE]

Oh the grin upon Jennifer's face was nothing short of a child on Christmas day when she heard the hallow, metallic clang of the gun being dropped. Her cold death grip upon the Teryn leader tightened significantly. Following her gaze, she noticed that their little scuffle was indeed drawing the attentions of her people. Yet, she'd called the mall off. How very brave. And unfortunate. No matter, she'd just have to make do with that which she already had. Jennifer pulled her in tight; tight enough to taste the fragile girls breath.

"Let's put on a show they'll never forget, shall we?"

Without further warning, Jennifer displayed her prowess to the helpless Teryn above, horror-struck and confused. Her first action; she flipped her prey over her head - all the while never relinquishing her neck - and slammed her forcefully unto the concrete. Again she lifted her high into the air, only to slam her backwards upon her back with a deafening crack of stone and earth.

Taking advantage of the woman being prone, Jennifer saw it fitting to place herself on the woman's stomach. From here, it was easy to work her face with both hands in a rhythmical motion. Left, right, left, right, left, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right. Careful to break every bone she could feel in her once soft face. Blood began escaping intensely in every direction, her face flooding and pooling with the beautiful substance that kept her species alive. In this moment she remembered why Teryn blood was so prized, so coveted. Secrets. Ancient secrets. Things meant to be safeguarded against people exactly like Jennifer. Oh how the night just kept getting better and better!

As if they were lovers, Jennifer's tongue intimately met the leaders face, thirstily drawing up the oozing liquid spreading everywhere. Jennifer couldn't help but shudder violently. Blood had long since tasted this satisfying. Two centuries of perseverance was finally being rewarded by cunning and intellect past that of any of her kind. Exasperated moans of pleasure escaped her. Pure ecstasy. Better than any human, by far. Better tasting than anything than an Aranai, though this particular one was certainly cutting it very, very close.

After the shuddering died down, Jennifer could feel a whole new strength coursing through her. The energy she'd lost due to thirst was returning to her body. That wasn't a very healthy thing for the poor girl being straddled. Her right hand reached out and grasped her neck once more (not that her escaping was much of a problem anymore). Jennifer saw it fitting to let the true pain commence. But, it wasn't pain she was looking to inflict on this woman. No, not physical pain anyways. That was just for Jennifer's personal amusement. A prologue to the true story.

Jennifer arose to her feet, bringing the helpless captive along with her. She was only being held mere inches off the ground. She didn't look to well. Her face was a complete mess of blood, sinew and warped flesh. Nothing that wouldn't heal, of course, if she was taken care of. Vampires were lucky like that. But of course, that's why the pain needed to be something more permanent. Jennifer's scarlet eyes reflected upon the pain gazing back at her helplessly for a moment.

Violently, her clothes were torn to shreds and tossed into the night. She looked even more pathetic now, feebly squirming in resistance as if the loss of her clothes would give her the inner strength to fight back. Laughable. Another violent slam, and the woman was back upon her back, though this time, there was to be no straight blows to her face. Jennifer took hold of one of the many shards of concrete lying about from the repeated strikes against the ground. Her artsy side would play a part in a torture, now that's something she'd never expected!

Careful etching were drawn into what remained of her face. All over her it, the Drakken clan symbol was engraved in her skin, highlighted surprisingly well by the blood that was still rushing forward. Only when her face was unrecognizable due to blood, bone and cut did she stop her ritualistic carvings. Not so much because she wished to stop, but she as concerned for delicate etchings.

And pulled out her camera.

"Smile baby, you're beautiful," Jennifer cooed, snapping a shot of her warped face. "That camera loves you. And so do I. I've never had such an endearing subject." Another picture was taken. And another, and another, until she had three of the woman's face, and three of her entire body. Shuffling all these items away, Jennifer went back to making sure her victim, and her people, never thought twice about fucking with them again. From her pocket came a lighter, and the next minutes were spent applying fire to all her facial wounds. Sure, these wounds wouldn't stay scars for too long, but they'd be there for days at least.

Jennifer was about ready to dismount when she decided her artwork was too precious to forsake so early into the night. Her left hand still clenching the shard of concrete, Jennifer moved south of the woman's face. This time, her breasts, toned stomach and abs there her target. Furiously she scribbled and hacked away, somewhat awkwardly as she held onto her throat. A minute or so later, she removed herself from the woman's pale body, leaving various, bloodied comments riddled across her body;

"WHORE"
"WEAKLING"
"PATHETIC"
"I DON'T DESERVE MY POWER"
"PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY"
"FAILED MY JOB OF PROTECTING OUR SECRETS"
"MY MIND WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH"
"SLUT"
"DOOMED"
"COWARD"
"PITY ME"
"NEVER FORGET"

Jennifer gave herself a nod of self approval at her work, before figuring she was done doing what she wanted to do. She whistled lightheartedly, dragging the bloodied body towards the pond she'd so rudely tossed her kin into prior.

"Recognize that pretty little face of yours," Jennifer bellowed at the defiled woman, whom she was forcing to look down at her own reflection within the water. Though the rushing of blood left the surface of the water murky and rippled, and otherwise difficult to make out, she was sure the general effect would no less go appareciated. "That's the face of a failure. No matter what you do, there will always be those better than you; ready, willing and able to break you. You're in hell, and it's your own fault as well. Consider this a warning."

Finally, it'd come time to part ways from her chew toy. Sad times indeed. Jennifer brought her back to the doors from which the humans used to enter the library, no doubt connected to the Teryn sanctuary above. The sun was about to begin rising, leaving precious few moments for Jennifer to escape to safety. One last might swing, and the somehow conscious, naked body of the Teryn leader crashed through the glass doors to the library, setting off a more and irritating alarm. With that, Jennifer departed, the stench of brutal manslaughter hanging like a cloud around her. Her clothes, drenched and dripping in blood, would serve the clan well, and expose anything the Teryn may have wished to hide, to those they wished to keep it from most.[/color][/blockquote]

[desi]

The smell of blood was something no vampire ever would forget. It was her first instinct that something was going on - and as a firm lover of both adventure and danger, Desi had immediately followed the smell. Off course, one doesn't just go running loudly and crashing through the streets like a bull on the run. She moved quietly and swiftly, making like a mouse - no sound, not even the whisper of her feet touching the ground.Already armed as usual, with two guns at each hip and three daggers - one in her boot and two in sheaths inside her jacket - she continued following the smell. It became thicker and heavier the closer she got to whatever victim the Drakken had taken. Desi had no doubt that she'd be able to take the vampire - but it smelt more like a hoard of vampires, and that was what brought the first hint of fear. She ignored it and continued moving forward. When she heard the voices, she knew who their victim was - the Teryn leader, Kara. Rolling her eyes and tempted to just turn away, Desi still progressed closer towards the smell of blood, coming within site of the blood party. Sure enough, Kara Aldridge, Teryn leader, was being held up like a rag doll by a drakken member.

She'd missed most of it. The drakken symbol was carved into the Teryn's face, and many other hideous things had been done ot her. The woman had no clothes on either, and though Desi wasn't the type to take much interest in helping another coven whenever they needed it, this was getting disgusting. Even for a vampire who thrived on blood. Besides, Desi was angry with the drakken. Woe to the bitch who now stood in front of her. She was careful to stay in cover, hidden well in the shadows that it'd be close to impossible to be made out by anyone or anything. Then she spoke, not keeping back the thick sarcasm or complete contempt for the clan-member in front of her.

What I'm wondering right now is if you're seeing your own face in the water, drakken. Seeing as how we're speaking of failure and hell. She drew a dagger from one of their sheaths, sliding it within easy grasp in her back pocket and releasing the handle to stand nonchalant against the wall of whatever building she was taking shelter near. As usual, she was ready for anything. Whatever can go wrong - imagine that it will go wrong and prepare for it. Three-hundred years of training didn't just die away with her human life. A taunting smile eased across her lips.

[KARA ALDRIDGE]

When the woman saw her clan, Kara tried to let out a growl, before she was suddenly slammed repeatedly into the ground before the Drakken's true torture began. As the woman began, all that she felt was pain. Again and again she was hit in the face, feeling the bone beginning to crack and snap in different places, which caused her to cough blood several times. It was when she felt a warm liquid running from her was when she realized she was bleeding. Apparently the woman took notice of this too and before she knew it, the Drakken was lapping up her blood. Fucking shit. She tried to struggle slightly, but more than anything, it was a lost cause. Once she dropped her gun, she was already defeated. And now, she would have to suffer this insane vampire's wrath.

While the woman obviously enjoyed the Teryn blood, Kara struggled more, until she suddenly was grabbed by the throat again and before she knew it, her clothes had been ripped from her body. Her hands quickly grabbed the hand that was holding her up, only to be slammed against the pavement again. A loud gasp came from her as she slowly opened one eye, seeing her vision was red from the blows, but noticed the woman picking up....a shard of concrete. Oh this couldn't end well. When she moved the shard to her face, Kara couldn't help but to try to struggle, until she was gripped tightly. Suddenly, she felt the painful piece stab and tug at her skin, which caused her to scream out in pain as was forced to stay still as the Drakken symbol was carved into her flesh.

As if that couldn't be enough, the woman suddenly smiled and pulled out a....camera? She flinched at the flashes of the camera, and suddenly when she was done, the torturing continued. Another scream emitted from her as she was burnt on her wounds, which again, would be a bitch for her to heal. More coughing came from her as she spit out more blood and suddenly, she was being carved into again. Multiple words and comments were left on her body before the Drakken finally seemed content with her work.

But no, the woman had to put salt into the wound. After her work was done, she grabbed her and pulled her towards the water to make her look at her reflection, explaining the reflection was the face of a failure. However all she could see was the blood dripping from her face, which luckily blocked most of the reflection. "......Monster.." Was all she could say since her neck had been partially crushed due to the constant being thrown, dragged and picked up by the woman. Again she was pulled again like a rag doll and before she could figure out what the woman was doing, she was thrown through the glass front doors of the clock tower. All that the Teryn leader could see or feel was the amount of pain still searing though her broken form, the quickly pooling blood around her, and the back of the Drakken that was walking away. Even the alarm was far away, almost as if a small bell in the back of her mind. She curled up slightly, not feeling some of the glass of the door crunching as her form curled before her vision became tunneled before everything went black.

[JENNIFER STONE]

Sadly, the pleasure of power gained from being of Drakken blood came at the heavy price of exploitable flaws. Traits that, if mastered, would easily allow a Drakken to overcome any other species of Vampire common to New York City. Though, such a thing would never happen, as-

Wait. What?

Jennifer blinked rather stupidly. What the hell was that? She never thought things like that before. She blinked again, slower this time as she began to step away from her victory. That Teryn blood was strong stuff. It was already creeping into her head and screwing with her. She'd never.. thought... thoughts like that before. So was her fate now to gain brains to back her brawn? That was a frightening concept, for both Jennifer and her foes to be.

It was then that Jennifer her the low snarl of another visitor - challenger to be. Cooing from some unknown location, a challenge from the shadows. It was not in the nature of Aranai to play to the shadows, and any Teryn would certainly have looking after their fallen leader in mind rather than challenging her to an open fight, as was the case. This had to be a Valen, though a Valen around here didn't make much more sense. Or well, a very sneaky and confused Drakken would be fine too.

Jennifer paused in her tracks, contemplating with new found clarity the gravity of the situation. Sunlight would begin to crest the city in a little less than an hour. She'd little hope of returning to Staten before then as it was. The sensible option was obviously to allow this challenge to go unrespon-

NO. Jennifer was a Drakken. She would not turn down a chance to display her power. Especially not with her foe being of a Valen. No matter how old the whore, Jennifer would have a strength advantage. All she ever needed to win a confrontation before was just that. She had no reason to suspect this would be any different.

Jennifer stopped dead in her tracks, her smile returning to her face, "You know nothing of hell, coward! Strike at me, if you dare learn its meaning as the fallen Teryn has!" she bellowed into the night, roaring loader than the ringing alarm coming from the breached library a few feet behind her. It was an amusing thought that the human authorities would be on their way to inspect the supposed break in, unless the Teryn themselves had negated that from their chamber. Because Jennifer would love to see them.

Wisdom had not totally escaped Jennifer though, as the realization that a swifty resolution was required for the sake of evading the sun. More importantly, she'd noticed that she could not smell this new foe - Teryn blood filled her nostrils, literally, and nothing more could be smelled. Jennifer was blind. She needed to solve this by drawing her foe out quickly.

Turning on her heels, Jennifer looked down at her defeated foe longingly. She had a purpose yet to play in this battle. Quickly, she closed the distance between herself and the Teryn girl, laying lifeless upon glass and metal only feet from her. As the left grasped the woman by her ankle, the right found itself a large hunk of metal, more than likely once a part of the doors that she'd crashed through. Her other leg, not being held by anything, fell pathetically against her chest, exposing her unconscious body in a less than appropriate fashion.

"I'll be warming up until you see it fitting to show yourself" Jennifer sang out, rolling her right arm and readying a barrage of strikes to ring her like a dinner bell. Poor blacked out girl. Too bad she wouldn't feel it anymore. "Take your time!"[/color][/blockquote][/justify]

[GWYNETH WEBB]

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LAZARUS: STATEN ISLAND OPERATIONAL. RENDERING STATEN ISLAND PARAMETERS… RECALLING NOTABLE FACTIONS AND FIGURES… FOCUSING DYNAMIC SYSTEM MEMORY ON TARGET: TERYN… ACCESSING FEAR SATELLITE ARRAY… SURVEILLANCE PARADIGMS LOADED…

SURVEYING…
SURVEYING…
SURVEYING…

ANOMALY LOCATED!

DRAWING MAPS… ALERTING LOCAL AGENTS…

Unbeknownst to the Teryn, FEAR had managed to infiltrate their security mainframes with a simple Lazarus expansion chip. The device was intended to keep loose tabs on the Lore Keepers, as they were the least threatening coven in New York. When the alarms were tripped, it powered the chip, bringing to life a silent signal that was picked up by the FEAR super computer. In a matter of seconds the dynamic intelligence had learned the entire Staten Island area, down to a six-inch grid and was capable of generating a 3-Dimensional hologram, to scale, of the entire area. This was incredibly useful as the artificial personality pinpointed the exact location of the disturbance and uploaded it to thirteen Lazarus Tablets in the area.

FEAR would swarm the area in a matter of moments.

And they did. In less than three minutes, all thirteen of the nameless field agents closed in on the clock tower from all directions with stealth gliders. They circled the clock tower like bats, illuminated by the unhindered moonlight. They assessed the macabre situation from afar at first, reporting all findings to Lazarus with special optical implants.

CROSS-REFERENCING FACIAL STRUCTURES WITH ARCHIVES…

FEMALE ONE: KARA ALDRIDGE, TERYN LEADER
FEMALE TWO: UNKOWN

THREAT LEVEL: UNABLE TO DETERMINE

PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

That was all they needed. The thirteen agents landed several yards away from the scene, rushing the female suspects. They whipped out semi-automatics that illuminated an eerie blue along the chamber and barrel. A more experienced male agent shouted:

“Make no sudden movements! Drop the woman and we won't have to make things uncomfortable for you!” Just then, a wet and severely pissed newborn leaped from the water, rushing one of the female agents. She turned, steady and unfazed. She planted a single bullet between the newborn’s eyes. He staggered back, stunned. Then, in a flourish of brilliant light and blood curdling screams, the vampire’s mouth and eyes emitted the light as its flesh was torn asunder and reduced to ash. The headless body fell limply to the ground and then transformed into a pile of smoking ash.

Ten of the agents moved to surround the unidentified woman, their guns trained on various vital points of her body. The remaining three made a coordinated move for Kara. One lanky male withdrew a hypodermic full of an electric orange fluid. He trained his gun, loaded instead with standard issue holy water bullets, on the unknown vampire. A stocky woman tapped their coordinates into her Lazarus Tablet, calling for emergency transport. The mini-sub would arrive in less than five minutes.

The three, designated unofficially as the medical team, pressured the unidentified woman to comply as they closed in on her, pushing even closer than the ring of glowing guns.

“Identify yourself!” The veteran screamed again. “Again: Drop the woman. Submit and you will not be killed! Make an attempt to attack, and we will shoot!”

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Notes: It's awful, sorry. :[

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[JENNIFER STONE]

Things certainly got difficult quickly. Armed personnel swarmed the steps of the library, flashlights and guns in hand. Who the fuck? The couldn't be with the Teryn, they weren't this prone to guns and... giving orders to others. This was a new animal.

She could hear the roar of her fellow Drakken quickly being silenced by a shot from the furthest arrival. They really meant business then. Jennifer snorted as he operative rounded back towards Jennifer. Once again, they made their demands clear to Jennifer. Slowly she drew the limp body of the Teryn towards her chest, still keeping the large metal "I" beam in the other, still threatening. Jennifer knew she had the upper hand though. Setting aside that she could break any one of them with any sort of blow, and that she could move faster than they could shoot, Jennifer was blessed with a sort of immunity that she didn't quite understand. If they truly desired her death, they would have shot her, as per the fate of her kin. The reason she was alive had to be the Teryn in hand.

Jennifer had to think quickly, and think quickly she did. The armed group stood before Jennifer in a semi-circle, standing at the opening to the building. They were tightly packed, ready to block any attempt at dashing past them. Or, so they thought.

"DRAW!" Using every bit of speed she could muster, Jennifer whipped the Teryn's body at the group, which was followed instantly by a horizontal "I" beam thrown at neck level. She didn't even consider waiting around to see what carnage she'd caused - Jennifer followed carved path of destruction out into the night air. On her way out, she was careful to aim a blow right through the neck of the woman who'd shot her kin, tearing a sizable hole in it. Bullets erupted around her, disorienting her with an assault of sound.

After taking a step or two outside of the building, Jennifer realized there was fuck all for cover around. And so she doubled back, leaping into the air and atop the building. Somehow, she had made it without a scratch. Pausing atop the roof, Jennifer considered giving in to her Drakken urges and returning to the fight. Several of them had to be dead, and many more incapacitated. But the little twinge of intellect, creeping in from the blood ascertainted from the Teryn, warned her otherwise. This wouldn't be like other fights where she could take blow after blow and not care. One shot, she was dead. And so with great reluctance, Jennifer sped off in the opposite direction of the soldiers, disappearing into the night to fight again later.[/color][/blockquote][/justify]