Some Rescue Party

[Alan Blythe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/1zxs7eg.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi All the memory's that were losing all the time that I spent with you everyday The night was like the city was baking in an oven, Alan couldn't figure out how these locals could stand such the heat of this place. The homeless that stood around here bumming off people. How could such things happen? Really why were there so many bums and why did this place smell like piss? Alan had made sure no one was following him as he was heading to go check on the demon's newest little pet. If it made the demon happy that she was still alive then he would certainly be happy that she was out of Alan's hair. Alan was just making sure the bitch was alive, he wasn't going to give her anything to sustain herself, he wanted to make sure the silver stayed in her system, not exit it. He had made sure he brought along more liquid silver with him to inject into her if she tried to fight him off, but by now, she should be too weak to fight him. It had been a few days since he had placed her in that crypt. He wondered how she fared, while he was gone. Heading up the sidewalk, he made sure his cell phone was on in case the demon, Luke called him. He wanted to be sure that once he checked the vampiress' vitals that he had easy access to call the demon that she was still alive, even if she was fighting for her life. This was the perfect plan for him to get rid of Amethyst. It would mean he wouldn't have to worry about the police getting on his tail about the murders that had happened in Toronto or the drug dealing he had been doing before putting a pause on it while he was away. He had been making so much more money with the drugs than he did with his job as a police officer. It seemed silly that anyone would expect a police officer to be in the drug dealing business like himself. Yet Alan wasn't just anyone. He was a werewolf, that made sure to keep himself away from others that may seem a threat to him as best as he could. He was near the entrance to the cemetery now. He had a walk away to get to the crypt on where he stored Amethyst. Things seemed to be working out the way he wanted so far. No one seemed to be following him as he got closer to the cemetery and closer to his soon to be dead third wife. Though he hadn't noticed that he left her things on the bench when he first encountered her here, so her now soiled sketchbook was still sitting on the bench where she left it and her bag, with the colored pencils, pencils, pencil sharper and the sunset sketchbook still inside, protected by the bench from the rain. 480 words. Lord Xavier and Rowan are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location. Notes; I'll add Rowan into this later, when they get near the crypt.

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

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[Alan Blythe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/1zxs7eg.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi All the memory's that were losing all the time that I spent with you everyday The thought of someone following occurred to him, but who would truly want to find this woman, hidden in a crypt? What he should have done was broke the beautiful stained glass windows of the crypt and let Amethyst burn by the sun's rays unless she was strong enough to crawl into the coffin that resided in the center of the building. He would have loved to see a pile of ash from where she burned. He patted his pocket, to make sure the syringe was still safely in his pocket. The vile of liquid silver was stored safely in his other pant pocket as he walked toward the entrance. Alan wanted to give as much pain as he could to Amethyst, for all the years she should have been dead instead of alive and well, minus the fact that she went got herself turned into a vampire. If only she had stayed and not found anything out, maybe then he could have bitten her. Instead of her becoming some thing that drank blood from others. Walking into the cemetery, the grass was wet, from the recent rain storm, New Orleans had earlier that day. It had delayed his plans of coming here to see if the vampiress was even alive still and moving. Obviously she was still stuck in the crypt because the door hadn't been busted open yet. He could see that from where he stood as he passed a bench with art supplies on them. He had no clue whose they were, has he hadn't noticed them the night he took Amethyst and placed her in her prison. Searching through the soiled one, he could see that some where just of the people passing by and others were of landscapes drawn in the dark. Now why would anyone want to draw in the dark? It would ruin their eyes and they possibly couldn't see while they drew. Closing the sketchbook, he noticed the words of 'night sketches.' That was odd. Did that mean whoever owned this sketchbook, did sketches in the evening or were they drawings from around Louisiana? He had noticed a bag underneath the bench as well, obviously they belonged to the same person, because there was another sketchbook that said 'sunsets' scribbled on it. The handwriting looked familiar, but it had been so long since he had seen Amethyst's that he didn't believe it to be hers. "Now who would leave this stuff and not come back for it? Oh well," he spoke to himself as he put the sketchbook of the sunsets back into the bag and put it back where he found it in case someone was going to come back and claim it. He took his time walking to the crypt. He was in no hurry to reach Amethyst. If he got to her when the sun was on the horizon, so be it. It would mean that she would have to face the light sooner or later. 494 words. Lord Xavier and Rowan are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location.

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

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[Alan Blythe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/1zxs7eg.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi All the memory's that were losing all the time that I spent with you everyday tonight would be quite the enjoyable one for him. it might not for amethyst, but that was a different story all together as he started walking on the gravel path toward the large crypt near the center of the cemetery. he wanted to give her a slow and painful death before he left New Orleans and headed back up to Toronto. The gravel stones crunched as each step he took made him closer to Amethyst's prison. Coming to the crypt, he pulled out a key to the lock that kept its prisoner locked inside. Taking the lock off, he pushed the door inward looking around in the small area trying to find where his captive went off to. There wasn't much places in the room to hide in, but he noticed the coffin in the center was slightly ajar and a pair of bony hands were sticking out as he made his way over to the coffin. "Hello sweetheart. How are you tonight? Are you hungry?" he asked as he pushed the lid of the coffin off to see Rowan had taken refuge in the coffin to make sure she wouldn't have burned if the light did shine through the crypt. He pulled her out, even though she was struggling to get to stay put. It wasn't long before he had her out of the coffin, pulling her along until they were nearly out the door. "Ready to play a game? Let's see how fast you can outrun the wolf with another dose of silver in your system, love," he had already pulled out the syringe and was getting ready to inject it into her, when she pulled away. Dropping the syringe he kicked her out the door, hoping she was still ready for the chase, annoyed that he had broken the bottom of silver before he could do anything with it. 309 words. Lord Xavier and Rowan are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location.

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[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2r73v2q.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi Another day without you with me Is like a blade that cuts right through me The night had seemed terrible before it had even started. Hiding in a coffin with a body was not how Rowan had expected to spend her nights waiting for a way out. Or to be taken away somewhere. She was overly tired and sluggish, she had lost track of time and how many days it was since she was placed in the crypt. Her body seemed to weak to move, it was painful to move that night when she got shoved into this building and locked in it. Whatever happened to him afterward with that lookalike, she didn't quite know. She couldn't hear a thing, even before she crawled into the coffin to take cover from the sun's dangerous rays long before the sun came over the horizon. Her slumber had been disturbed when she heard the lock being taken off and the door being opened. There wasn't much she could do when she watched as the coffin lid was pushed off and Alan stood above giving her a grin that she had not seen in a while. She tried to hold onto the coffin while he had grabbed her arms, but his strength outmatched hers by a long shot. "Hello sweetheart. How are you tonight? are you hungry?" she struggled against him, trying to push him off or away, whichever worked. "Get off me, you bastard!" Rowan was yelling trying to get attention of someone else in the area, but couldn't figure out if her calls would reach deaf ears. Being pulled along was one thing she didn't understand why people had to do. "Ready to play a game? Let's see how fast you can outrun the wolf with another dose of silver in your system, love." Oh no. Not that again. Rowan tried to push it out of his hands, which ended up making him lose his balance and drop the bottle of silver. Rowan had fallen out of the building, landing on the gravel hard as she tried to pick herself up. Fear was radiating off of her as she tried to pick herself up. "I'm not playing your fucking games, Alan. Leave me alone!" she snapped as she staggered to her feet, having a hard time keeping her balance. She felt a sign of hope when she saw a familiar figure heading this way, with something in their hand. "He's working with those goddamn demons." she fell to the ground, her hands taking most of the impact as she fell on the gravel walkway. She hadn't made it far from the building before Alan came running out of it. 430 words. Lord Xavier and Alan are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location. Here is the outfit.

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 410px; padding: 10px; background-color: #2e5187; border: 1px dotted #000000; -moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000;] and we hid as it were our faces from him The master of the city watched as the cur unlocked one of the many crypts in the cemetery, disappearing inside no doubt to torment his fledgling even further. Whatever he had done to her would be repaid in turn to him, but it would be combined with the renowned wrath and fury of this ancient vampire. In the past he would leave his fledglings to their fate, believing that it was not part of the package of being a vampire master to save his slaves from their doom; whatever they got themselves into, they would have to get themselves out of it. But things were different when it came to Rowan, it was as if he cared about what happened to her. Such power she had over him. What was wrong with him? Perching himself against a tomb, Lord Xavier waited patiently for them to emerge from the crypt, his superhuman hearing listening to their heated exchange, smiling at his fledgling's fiery spirit even when faced with her impending demise. The smile vanished when he saw Rowan tumbling through the doorway, landing against the ubiquitous gravel, deciding to reveal himself to her but still blocking his image from the lycanthrope's vision. So as not to give away his position to the enemy, the vampire lord decided to patch a telepathic link with his fledgling, now they would be able to talk to one another without being interrupted by the neanderthal mutterings of the lycan cur. Perhaps he would make her kill Alan. It's good to see you're doing well, fledgling. Flashing her one of his wicked grins, watching her stagger to her feet, holding herself up for a few seconds before she fell back on the floor. Get up, he commanded. How do you expect to beat him if you're lying on the floor? Maroon eyes shifted, taking in the sight of the cur as he came running out of the crypt. The vampire master couldn't help but wonder who the crypt actually belonged to, perhaps it held some connection to the cur, then again maybe it didn't. His nostrils twitched as he took in the smell of fear and silver, the scents pouring out of his young fledgling. He had hoped she had learned a thing or two in how to defend herself over the years. Still leaning against the random tomb, Lord Xavier watched his helpless, hopeless fledgling. If you can make it over here, I could lend you Jekyll, he explained telepathically, waving the oversized gun that had taken her own life. You could easily tear him limb from limb, if you think you can wield it. It was fair to say this was the first time he had ever offered one of his weapons to be used by somebody else, he was usually quite protective over his trusted instruments of death. While he could wield them easily, his fledgling would probably have to use both hands when using Jekyll, keeping one hand on the handle as the other supported the weight of the barrel. But she would still be able to fill the werewolf's body with explosive silver bullets. Perhaps he would design and build her a weapon, one to carry with her, to prevent her ever getting into a situation like she was in now. table and image by crayola.

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[Alan Blythe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/1zxs7eg.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi All the memory's that were losing all the time that I spent with you everyday "And where do you think you're going, Amethyst? I'm pretty sure our arrangement was to play a game. I think you owe me something. Especially from when I saved your life from being jailed for murder and a DUI while being underage." Alan wanted to remind her the reason why she had ever met him in the first place. He could only wonder what was going through her pathetic mind before he would end her life. For good. She seemed to have been yelling to someone before he came out, but there was no one there. Walking over to the helpless idiot on the ground he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt with both hands and hauled her up. "You'll go out of this world with a bang, Amethyst. Just like the others. Though it quite surprised me to see you alive after all those years. And the only one without giving me something that shared the same blood as me. Children are just a disgrace to share bloodlines with. Don't you think, love?" Alan asked throwing Amethyst to the ground. He wanted to kill her now, bring her miserable life to an end. If only that could happen now. He just wanted her to play his games. Watch to see how fast she could run to get away from him. Amethyst was weak, she always had been weak. Even when he met her. She had just been submissive toward him to listen to every word he told her to avoid getting caught. "Do you think anyone is going to come and save you tonight, Honey? Because I don't see any rescue party coming here to find your ashes once I'm done with you." 284 words. Lord Xavier and Rowan are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location. notes; what a shitty post his was.

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[Rowan Amber]

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[/b] Rowan wanted to give him the finger, but it would have given his location away or maybe it wouldn't have from the way Alan seemed to be so full of himself these days. Fuck you. her sarcasm seemed to help her a bit before Alan came stumbling out mumbling on about something from the night they first met.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Alan. I told you. I wasn't playing one of your fucking mind games." she snapped at him, trying to avoid the accident. Another one of her secrets she was not going to reveal to Xavier. There were things she wanted to keep behind her and that was one of them.

Get up. How do you expect to beat him if you're lying on the floor?[/b] How do you expect me to get up when silver is running through my blood and I haven't fed in days? Let him play his fucking mind games. He'll get bored soon enough.

Rowan didn't need to fight her legs from getting up after Alan came over grabbing her by her shirt collar pulling her up. "You'll go out of this world with a bang, amethyst. Just like the others. Though it quite surprised me to see you alive after all those years. And the only one without giving me something that shared the same blood as me. Children are just a disgrace to share bloodlines with. Don't you think, love?" Being shoved to the ground had been the worse of her worries.

"Alan, Alan, Alan. Children aren't a disgrace. You're just mad that your father treated you like shit. My parents ignored me, but look where it got me? And what makes you think that I didn't have a child? I mean, that was seven, eight years ago when I left you."

If you can make it over here, I could lend you Jekyll. You could easily tear him limb from limb, if you think you can wield it. I'm not coming over there to you. He'll realize you're there. Unless that's what you want. And i'm not touching that. I'm not exactly a fan of using guns.

Do you think anyone is going to come and save you tonight, honey? Because I don't see any rescue party coming here to find your ashes once I'm done with you." Rowan seemed to have ignored his words as she looked past him towards the bench she sat at nights ago. Her sketchbook was still there with her things. Now what kind of kidnapper left their victims' things laying around? Especially her sketchbooks. "I don't believe you've met, Jekyll, before have you? No I don't think you have. Because he's coming towards you behind me. Maybe you should go check it out?" She was trying to get the attention off of her while the idiot who fell for the bait started toward the edge of the cemetery.

Rowan took this time to fight the pain and hobble over to where the elder vampire stood. You showing yourself soon to him? He's an idiot, but he's not that stupid.. [/div]

515 words. Lord Xavier and Alan are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location.

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

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[Alan Blythe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/1zxs7eg.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi All the memory's that were losing all the time that I spent with you everyday Alan felt like he had been played. There was no Jekyll here. That was a completely made up story. Where was she headed off to now? Was she finally going to give in to his little game? Oh how Alan wished she did so he could kill her when he caught up to her. He would shift and run on four feet with her two. The chase would be easy. Shifting into his werewolf form, he ran back to where he left Amethyst sitting on the ground. She wasn't there. Where the hell was that bitch? He was getting a little annoyed his toy had disappeared. He saw her standing on the other side of the building as if she was talking to someone. Growling he ran up and grabbed her pant leg, dragging her along the gravel until she fell on her stomach where he would drag her along until she gave up or started to be a bit more fun for him. He had never changed in front of any of his wives, so he wondered how she was taking this, being dragged along by a werewolf because she was too stupid to do much else. He would have fun dragging her along. Alan stopped pulling when he saw the vampire who apparently was the master of the city. So this was who was here to rescue the bitch from his teeth. This was most definitely a fun night. Letting go of Amethyst's pant leg, he stood there watching what she would do. If she would run or if she would fight back. Out of the all the wives he had none of them seemed to want him to fight him. At least in the sense battling for their life for a second time. The other three didn't even know what hit them when they were shot and killed with the children. Amethyst on the other hand had nothing to lose. Expect her life. There was nothing else that kept her alive in this world. No children to be without a mother and he certainly wasn't going to take any child in that shared his blood. He would just kill them to end their misery of life. Jumped onto Amethyst and sank his teeth into her arm, before jumping off with her arm still in his mouth as he dragged her along, biting down hard. He felt the silver touch his tongue, but he ignored the pain of it as he dragged her toward the pond that the cemetery had. A very small one, but a pond nonetheless. He wanted her to fight him off as if someone else was doing it. He just needed to get her angry enough to figure out that she could do something about him, that the others couldn't. 462 words. Lord Xavier and Rowan are starring. St. Louis Cemetery is the location.

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[Rowan Amber]

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[Lord Xavier]

He is despised and rejected of men

( a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief )

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and we esteemed him not

[Alan Blythe]

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[Rowan Amber]

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