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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 16:17:21 GMT -8
The moon highlights a clear night sky. People out late are returning home. Couples taking a night stroll with their lovers walk past arm in arm when out of the darkness comes a horrifying scream. Some patrons just walk by at a brisk pace, fearful of what they might see or walk in on. One curious couple decide to see if they can help in anyway. They walk down the dark alley, carefully looking down the various other pathways, trying to track the source of the noise. Unbeknownst to them, they are also being followed by a large greater false vampire bat. Every few feet the bat roosts on a roof, watching the couple when they stumble a horrifying scene. An elderly lady is strewn against a dumpster, her nightgown bloodied, a portion of her neck missing as blood still pools around the broken body as her still open eyes seemingly peer into the souls of the young couple. Fear grips the two, as the girl tries to scream but only a muffled yelp escapes from her horrified frame. Behind them the bat that had followed them shifts into that of a 30 year old man in a black suit and a long black loose fitting overcoat. His long black hair flows as he walks up to the young couple. He peers over their shoulder.
"Any idea what happened here?"
The young couple nearly jump out of their skin at the voice coming from behind them. They turn to see the imposing figure and point to the dead elderly lady. The man looks over them and smiles.
"I know. That was my fault. I shouldn't have let her scream. But now I have you two. For generosities sake, I'll introduce myself. My name is Vikrcop Coffinterror. Otherwise known as 'The Bat'."
The man who is known as The Bat raises his cape, which makes a bat-like visage very clear to them. He envelops the man as a gargled scream escapes from the dying man who is drained of most of his blood. The girl, in horror, begins to run. Vikrcop stands to his feet as a bloody smile crosses his face, the thrill of the hunt and the scent of fear taking hold of the ancient vampire. He slowly turns as a dying grip takes hold of his foot. The boyfriend making one last effort to protect his girlfriend is met with a vicious stomp to his head, cracking his skull open. Coffinterror begins to stalk the girlfriend, changing into his form of a bat and flying above the girls head. Vikrcop swoops down, and in his bat form bites at the neck of the girl, taking a chunk of flesh from her body. She stumbles, blood flowing freely as she tries to get away. Vikrcop transforms in front of the poor girl, who falls hard to her butt as she holds onto her bleeding neck. Coffinterror swipes playfully at the girl, scratching into the poor girls flesh as cloth flies from her attire. Bloody smears appear as more and more swipes come towards the terrified girl. She loses all strength as a pair of footsteps disturb the fun of the twisted Vampire, who shifts back into his bat form, hiding in the shadows as he awaits to see who comes next.
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 25, 2013 17:01:24 GMT -8
Originally out on his nightly walk the shifter known as Scrap is enchanted by the smell of the life force that seems to be wafting on the evening air. The old woman is the first thing he finds, he takes careful note of the position of her neck and how it is all, but completely ripped from her body. Her outfit and hands completely covered in red. The smell of her blood entices the shifter, but he knows better than to touch her. 'Looks like some animal besides me has been at work,' he hates calling himself an animal, but at the same time the moniker does fit, ''only thing is this seems different. Smells different.'. He studies the woman very cautiously trying his best not to leave any trace that he has been in the vicinity. The further smell of iron on the air pulls him toward the young man who is only ten feet away, he much like the elderly victim has had his throat almost completely ripped out. 'You better go before you step into it deep,' he warns himself, 'shut up and let me think.'. He looks at the way the young man's head lays and takes a slow breath. 'Snapped like a twig,' he thinks, 'only thing I know can do that with a single bite is a crocodile. I can see the headlines now... Killer Croc escapes comic literature and Gotham Asylum and brutally kills two or more New Yorkers.'.
"Good to know I am not the only..."
His words stop as he spots something no bigger than a loaf of bread on the sidewalk. He approaches it slowly and as the clouds unmask the moon he clearly sees what it is.
"Oh my dear lord..."
The taste of his dinner begins to come back up with a mix of bile as he stares at the scene. 'What kind of monster could,' he thinks, 'oh Jesus why?'. Looking like a hot water sack completely depleted before him is what should be an unborn baby, by the development of it he can tell it still had another month or two to cook. His hand goes over his mouth as he tries to fight back the urge to vomit. He looks to his left and finds what has to be the mother, her face, clothing, and stomach torn to shreds. The young woman's baby fat pulled has been away as if someone had shoved their fingers all the way through her and taken the unborn child with the force of a hundred mile per hour train wreck. The still unknowing shifter's eyes rapidly go back and forth between the baby and it's mother. Suddenly the fluttering of wings on the wind catches his attention and he jumps to look around, but he sees nothing.
"Damn pigeons... I should get out of here befo..."
The smell of death seems to come from all around him, but not fresh this smells like eons upon eons of it. The unknowing shifter's eyes scan the area desperately, but he just cannot find the source. Every hair on his body stands on end and a guttural grow escapes his lips.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 17:22:58 GMT -8
As Corvin examines the area, the Bat watches from the shadows amused by the curiosity his work had drawn. Vikrcop realizes that this isn't just some normal human being, there was something special. As he follows the lost puppy as Scrap discovers more of his carnage, he notices the way the Coyote Shifter studies the bodies. It's when Coffinterror sees the way he reacts to the bodies of the baby and mother he realizes the treat he is in for. In a fit of excitement, he flutters his wings, drawing attention. He quiets down as he realizes that Scrap had heard him and can smell him.
"Having trouble keeping your supper down?"
Vikrcop calls from his roost. Amused at the way Corvin is trying to figure out where the scent of ancient death is coming from.
"For someone who killed just the other night, you do seem disgusted by the act. If this horrifies you, you're in for quite the scare."
Laughter comes from the Bat as he stealthily crawls across the wall he is on, staring down at the youngling from his perch.
"You're amusing for a lost puppy. Maybe I'll have some fun with you before you die."
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 25, 2013 17:33:49 GMT -8
Another growl escapes the lips of the wild haired man as his two tone eyes search the darkness, but the only thing he sees is the bat scuttling across the wall. 'Maybe it's the bat,' he thinks, 'no.. Not possible... I mean yeah I met my first demon the other night, but that doesn't mean...'.
"You can say that... What can I say? I'm still not completely use to this stuff. I guess you can say your work... Shall we call it that? Is not the art I'm accustomed to."
Scrap's eyes continue to scan the area, but still the only thing he can see besides the dead bodies is the large winged creature.
"Come on out... I promise I don't bite...'
Scrap lets out a soft click with his tongue against the roof of his mouth as if calling for a canine. He shivers as the sound echoes.
"Anyone can threaten from shadows... And If it's not obvious I have no ill will against you... So why don't we talk for a moment... Get to know each other?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 17:43:09 GMT -8
Vikrcop continues his slow movement, making sure the pup doesn't pay too much thought to the form.
"Yes, this is my work. Isn't it lovely? I do enjoy the fear it brings, though you're the first to be intrigued by it, at least until the fetus."
A small chuckle comes from the Bat as he enjoys the taunting. For an ancient individual, Vikrcop has grown accustomed to the modern days, and the use of sarcasm was not lost on him.
"You promise not to bite? As you can see of my work, I can't make the same promise. Biting is part of the fun, you see. As you sink your fangs into the flesh of your prey, the terror the onlookers have is quite amusing. I've seen it for several millenia, and I still enjoy it."
Vikrcop takes to the sky, flying over the head of Corvin, swatting his head with his wing as he goes by.
"No ill will? I'd think by the pale look on your face, you may just have it. You seem scared of what you see. And I've been in front of you the whole time. Just a matter of looking."
Vikrcop lands on the metal rungs on the landing of a fire escape, not far from a clear view from Scrap. He wraps his wings around his body as he stares at the pup.
"Sure, why don't we get to know one another. You seem interesting, for prey."
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 25, 2013 17:55:00 GMT -8
Scrap stares at the bat on the fire escape for a moment, trying to process that the words are coming from the flying mammal. 'Great,' he thinks, 'first a demon now a talking bat. It's official I have died and gone to Hell... Or at least IF Bones is as crazy as he seems I caught his insanity.'. The amnesia having shifter rubs his temples with his fingers, the scar under his fingertips begins to throb. 'More good luck I'm getting another of those so wonderful headaches,' he continues his internal dialogue, 'could be worse I guess I could be talking to a tree and hear the voice of the wind. Damn hippies and their herbal medicine.'.
"Oh Sweet Lord my life is complete... I can say I have done it all and seen it all now... A flying rodent is talking to me. Nice teeth."
His scar throbs more as the scent of ancient death still dances in his nostrils. 'Yep... I've lost it,' he continues, 'talking to a bat that is talking back... There is no way to come back from this one.'. Scrap tries to think of a rational explanation to this situation. 'I walked up on an unforeseen scenario,' he rationalizes, 'there are no signs of the attacker or attackers, and the bat is the first thing I seen so I subconsciously gave it a voice so it can tell me what happened. Sounds reasonable enough to me.' It is at this time one of the words echoes in his mind. 'Prey,' he thinks, 'did that over grown Megaderma spasma just call me prey?'.
"Ok my hearing must be going because I could have sworn you just called me a food item. Do you not see the size difference here?"
'Great now I am threatening a creature what a third of my size,' he thinks, 'and why am I still talking to a bat?'.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 18:06:56 GMT -8
"Good to know I have completed your life. Though, you seem to be a little ill informed. I'm not rodent. Merely a bat, a mammal, much like you are at base."
Vikrcop seems a little insulted by being called a rodent, but decides to remain as he is while he watches the puppy stare at him in silence.
"You see, young pup, I am no normal bat. You see, in the vampire community I am a legend. Some have called me Krusnik, for I not only feed on humans but on non-humans as well. Cruel I know, but constantly hunting and killing humans isn't as much fun. I also once conquered a small town, leaving nightmarish messages to outsiders. Murdered townsfolk on a whim, drank their blood, left piles of bodies to keep outsiders out. Sent people to go kidnap more people when the town became too empty, but enough of ancient tales, tell me a bit about you."
Vikrcop flies around Scrap for a bit before landing up higher on the roof, watching for other potential victims.
"Be quick, you may not be alone for much longer. You wouldn't want to be accused of being crazy, would you, puppy?"
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 25, 2013 18:19:19 GMT -8
"What is it with everyone calling me Pup or Puppy?"
"WHY AM I STILL TALKING TO A BAT THAT IS TALKING BACK,' he screams in his head as the scar throbs more intensely, 'JOSH YOU ARE LOSING IT!". He shakes his head trying his best to ignore the pounding headache he is feeling.
'Do excuse me Krushnik was it? Cruise-Nick? Crommet? Hold on KRUSNIK isn't that Romanian? Or is it Russian?"
The fear for his sanity is holding out strong, but the fear of the scene is drifting away. He takes another slow look around as he can hear footsteps coming toward them.
"Hold that thought Sir..."
As the words escape his lips he jumps toward the concrete wall and with four steps and a swing he is up on the fire escape and in the shadows. He takes a look over the railing and smirks to himself. 'How did I do that,' he inquires, 'that was cool. So going to remember that trick'. He turns to his flying counter-part.
"You were saying?"
Scraps had is still throbbing as it feels like something is trying to squirm out of his skull. 'No more sushi for me,' he tells himself, 'I don't have the stomach for it.'. The still oblivious shifter smacks himself in the forehead and offers his finger to the bat for a formal introduction, well as formal as he can do.
"Oh and how rude of me... You can call me Scrap... It's what I prefer these days... And you are?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 18:31:51 GMT -8
"Krusnik. K. R. U. S. N. I. K. And it is Slovenian."
Vikrcop watches as Scrap easily maneuvers his way up onto the fire escape. Coffinterror flies down to land on the landing just above where the unknowing Shifter now resides. He watches as Scrap extends a finger and introduces himself.
"Pleased to meet you, Scrap. Just a moment, so I can change into a more... Easier to comprehend form."
Vikrcop releases himself, before changing back into his human form. Again, dressed in black boots, black trousers and dress shirt, with a deep red vest on and a loose fitting overcoat.
"I am Vikrcop Coffinterror, pleased to meet you. As you can see, while I call myself a Krusnik, I am both a shifter and a vampire. Many have called me the Bat for both my appearance and..."
Vikrcop senses yet another interested passer-by. The Bat scales the wall, eyeing the poor man who came to see the source of the blood. The Ancient Vampire flies off the wall, spreading wide his overcoat, evoking images of his alternate bat form. He catches the man before he can let out a scream as the sound of bones breaking and spurts of blood go flying from under the cape of the Krusnik. Having finished with his meal, he climbs his way swiftly back to Scrap, wiping the blood from his face.
"What a good evening."
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 25, 2013 19:01:53 GMT -8
Scrap watches as the Krusnik Vampire effortlessly scales the wall, still somewhat shocked at the transformation. 'Ok I could defecate all over myself,' he thinks, 'or simply thank the good lord above that I am no longer talking to a bat. Who am I kidding that was inspired.'. The shifter watches his eyes widening with each skillfully done stretch and repositioning that the ancient does as he comes closer and closer to his target, the last bit of conscience he has left wanting to warn the on-coming victim of his fate. The warning, however, is not even given a chance to come out as The Bat comes hurdling down on his victim with the force of a seven-forty-seven jet. The cape flowing in the wind and the blood spattering is almost too much for the unknowing shifter as he watches on as if he is staring at a bad car crash. 'Move... Do something...' he thinks as he watches the ancient one effortlessly come back toward him.
"Don't eat me..."
His eyes are wide a mixture of fear and awe in them as he watches the advance of the shape shifting vampire.
"Wait a minute... I thought that Dracula stuff was all a bunch of hoop-blah... Next I'll find out you were the inspiration... Right?"
He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket with a shaking hand, the shaking is not only out of fear, but out of excitement and awe as well. Scrap taps out one of the tobacco infused stick and sets it in his lips before offering the pack to Mr. Coffinterror.
"So can you teach me that trick? You know the changing shape thing."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 11:40:14 GMT -8
"I won't eat you... I don't eat my prey, I just drain them. Though..."
Coffinterror sniffs Scrap, before wrinkling his nose and backing away.
"Your blood doesn't smell good. Bram Stoker? No, he tried to use me as inspiration, but greatly insulted my kind by making Dracula seem cowardly. Though, Twilight did even worse for our kinds reputation."
Vikrcop looks around at the carnage, smiling as he sees the piles of broken, empty bodies.
"What I do is no mere trick. You either have it, or you don't. But even among my kind, I am a rarity. A shifter/vampire hybrid. Only one of my kind. It is not a skill I can simply teach. And I wouldn't teach it to outsiders of my order anyhow. Despite what Bones may be like, he is nothing but a foot soldier. He still has to deal with his shell. You seem to have some knowledge, and clearly don't fear what you don't understand like those Inquisition fools. For centuries they tried to kill me, every time one got close he met a frightful end. They don't get the message. Be warned, Scrap. My actions here tonight will draw the attention of the Inquisition, who believe me dead. You are only the second in this city to be aware of my presence. I intend to make that number smaller."
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 27, 2013 14:15:29 GMT -8
Scrap nods as he listens to what the old vampire is saying. The scar still burns a little as another scent enters his nostrils. His hair stands on end for a moment before he simply writes it off as being to far off.
"I smell gun powder.."
The unknowing shifter lets out a snort and scratches his right ear with his fingers in a rapid movement.
"Aw that's the spot."
Scrap continues scratching as he thinks 'old, powerful... Remind me not to piss this guy off.'. He turns his attention back to the Krusnik as he continues to scratch.
"So if you don't mind me asking... How many of the old vampire legends are true?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 20:02:14 GMT -8
Goth sniffs the air, noticing the slight hint of gunpowder. Vikrcop shrugs it off though, and looks back towards Scrap.
"We are in New York. Queens, even. Gun powder is normal. You're not from around here, are you?"
Vikrcop laughs as he watches Scrap go at his ear like a puppy.
"You don't seem truly human either. Your blood smells... Different from that of other humans."
Coffinterror decides to ignore the odd actions of the man standing in front of him. Vikrcop straightens out his cape, checking for any damage when he is asked about the legends.
"All legends are born from truth. Not all of us change into a bat, or wolf. We all do drink blood as you have clearly noticed here tonight. Others, I will let you discover for yourself... If you're survive that long. Lilith could be a useful hunt, if you're brave enough to seek her out."
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Aug 27, 2013 20:14:25 GMT -8
Scrap continues to dig at his ear like a dog scratching at a flea. 'Damn what is it about this place that makes my skin react so violently,' he thinks, 'this is going to be my fifth shower today.'. He takes a slow drag off his cigarette and exhales the smoke in the opposite direction of the conversation.
"East side of Chicago actually... So yeah you'd think I'd be use to this stuff..."
The unknowing shifter sniffs the air again.
"This is not the gun powder I know of... This smells almost sulfuric in a way... Kinda like..."
He stops as the sound of approaching foot steps come closer and closer.
"Hmm seems like someone's coming this way. Still Hungry Bat?"
He winks at the elder person in front of him. 'If only you knew how old I really am,' he thinks, 'Hell if only I knew the answer to that.'.
"Oh I don't have any intentions to hunt down anyone... All I want is to know how I got into this mess... And as far as me not being truly human... You are the second to say so... The other person just wasn't specific."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 20:21:45 GMT -8
Vikrcop shakes his head to the suggestion of feeding again.
"Too suspicious to attack too many times in one place. I'm older than almost anyone you will ever meet in your lifetime. But I know when to keep out of site. Let this one go."
Vikrcop realizes he made an error in his speech when Scrap mentions hunting.
"For my age, I tend to make mistakes in my speech. I meant Lilith could be a useful hint. Hunting her is a bad idea, you don't stand a chance. And I know of whom you speak. Bones has a habit of that. Having two souls inhabit a body can do that. What do you know of this world? You don't seem afraid or unbelieving when I talk about vampires, and shifters. You seem almost intrigued. Clearly you are aware of our existence. How much do you truly know, puppy?"
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