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From: Sir Vasilli Gorovich
The rain thunders down in near impenetrable curtain as Vasilli walks out of his apartment. The rain quickly causes his hair to cling to his ivory white face. His thick leather coat repelling the driving rain. Carefully he secures his sword under the trench coat. “’Tis now that I doth go a hunting for food” Water splashes slightly as he walks down the street. The wind whips about sending water in to his dry eyes. He blinks furiously as he continues to walk in the cold torrential down pour. Quietly he wanders down to the less than reputable part of the city hopping to find a drug dealer not strung out on his own stuff.
Steeping out of the alley Vasilli scans the street with a critical eye. A cheep red lipped whore takes shelter in the shadow of a narrow alley, her eyes slightly glazed as she shakes from cold or from lack of what ever has put her out here in the chill pounding rain. A short Hispanic man sit in a star way under a small awning with his starter jacket pulled up over his head to keep what little rain off him. Down another alley the sound of a homeless person crawling in to a Dumpster to find shelter and warmth. Down yet another ally waits a man with black hair a thick trench coat fingering a pearl handled gun. Down the street an older man wait in a car not to far from a dilapidated building that is missing parts of the roof. From behind Vasilli two individuals come rushing in to the alley puffing and panting.
“Hey … sal… that was… quite the … rush…” the youngest looking says panting every so often. “That was funny how…. You … you pushed that old lady down… and beat her with hr own … walker…”
“Awww… twernt nothin I haden done before… the fun part is hidin from those … stupid … cops… so did you get her stuff…” the older one says with a slight southern draw.
“Yea … here…” the younger one holds out a purse.
“Thank you my good sirs” Vasilli says while taking the purse with a cold white hand. The two young punks look up startled. Cursing the biggest attempts to push Vasilli. With a mighty shove the boy pushes him self back wards. Quickly Vasilli grabs both young men and brings their head together. Echoing thought the alley like to coconuts being brought together. Both young men slumped down in to the chill water. He crouches and feeds lightly from each. Shots echoes down the alley. Liking his lips Vasilli’s head darts around listening for the source. Several more ring in the night air. He leaves the two panting unconscious young men in the wet alley. Searching the street the muffled sounds of combat emanate from the building the two older men watched. Quietly he moves in to the shadows of the building, as the two men walk up to the door together. Moving down the alley a scream filters in to the alley. Quickly Vasilli makes it up the fire escape and in to the building. The hallway near pitch black. The smell of mould lingers in the air mingling with drying blood. Another scream rips thought the air. Quietly he makes his way to an open door. Their licking on the prone form of Terrie Figirie was a hansom yet disheveled looking vampire. With his fang he cuts her in a sensitive place causing her to scream. Sighing, Vasilli steps into the room saying “Remove thine hands and tongue from yon lady.”
Alarmed the vampire jerks his head up saying, “ who… get the fuck out of her before I kill you.”
Sighing he says, “why do you all say that.” He pulls his sword and takes a swipe.
With blinding speed the Vampire stands avoiding the blow. His eyes cast about foe a weapon. Vasilli swings his sword around carefully avoiding the prone and bound Terrie. Desperately the Vampire leaps over the whistling sword and roles over to a wall. Vasilli spins pointing the large broadsword at the kneeling Vampire. The Vampires hands move back caressing the cold steel of a gun. Vasilli slowly moves forward keeping the sword pointed at the caitiff. The Vampire whips the gun around pointing it at Vasilli. Before he gets to shoot Vasilli lunges forward causing the vampire to roll aside. As he roles he kicks a board causing Terrie to let out a horrendous scream. Vasilli casts a concerned look at Terrie. With a moment of respite the caitiff is able to squeeze off a round in to Vasilli’s sword arm. Blood splatters across the wall as the bullet rips though Vasilli shoulder causing him to roar in pain. Vasilli kicks a board at the vampire hitting his hand making him drop the gun. The gun flies through the air. Horrified the vampire scrambles after the gun. Concentrating momentarily Vasilli I closes the wound. Vasilli quickly rushes he vampire stooping momentarily to grab a wooden stake from Terrie’s cloths. The Vampire leaps for the gun grabbing it. The vampire spins around with the gun in hand. Vasilli flings the stake at him hoping to hit. The stake flies though the air landing solidly in the vampire's chest. Shocked the caitiff glances down at the offending stake mere inches from his hart. He looks up in time to see Vasilli slam in to him. Vasilli’s lowered shoulder rams in to the stake driving it deeper in to the caitiff’s hart. The vampire's eyes widen as he slumps down helplessly. With a look of disgust he spits blood at the prone vampire. The sounds from the stairwell cause Vasilli to winch. Sighing and sheathing his sword, Vasilli stoops and picks up the paralyzed vampire. He rushes to the window looking out seeing the near by fire escape. He crawls out to a small ledge he looks back in to the room as the two men from out side hobble in. Whit a smile he says “‘Tis that is twice I hath saved her life”, then leaps over to the building, his feet nearly slipping off the ledge. Landing hard he barrels in to the door knocking it open. Quickly he closes the door. He quickly makes his way down to the rain choked streets with his captive. He takes long strident steps as he rushes to Lord Blakes building to deposit the unwanted caitiff for judgement.