No Warrant? No Problem. [[SOREN]]

[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi was disgusted by the circus and all those who entered it. It was a tourist attraction that was visited by all the tourists who came to New Orleans and even most of the full time residents. There was just something that drove people to want to pay money to view the freaks on display as well as the vampires who would bleed you dry just after they finished robbing your wallet with their phony games and cheesy lines. The worst thing though was that this was considered a ‘family’ type entertainment. Had Isi been put in charge of rating this ‘establishment’ (term used loosely) it would have gotten a NC-100. Not under 100.

Her faithful cross blessed by the pope himself lay touching her skin under her tight black shirt. She was wearing tight skinny jeans and a half jacket that covered her gun holster on her upper left side. There was also a mini gun strapped to her ankle hidden by the jean material. As Isi approached the ticket counter to pay entrance she wondered if for some reason that the workers had her picture as if to say ‘Warning this woman is a Federal Marshal and legal vampire executioner’ just as a warning to their staff since she’d never done anything to get outright banned except for all the times she had gotten legal search warrants on the place.

Isi brought out her best smile as if to say ‘I’m friendly and am not planning on killing you or your staff’ as she paid the outrageous admissions price to see the freaks and get ripped off by grade school dropouts and their impossible games and cheap stuffed animals made out of lead and in China by children who lost their fingers and were replaced as easy as one could get a hamburger at McDonald’s in under thirty seconds. Isi took her ticket and her change and handed it to the man who looked quite shifty and entered the gray turn wheel. She was now officially on circus property without any backup.

Her source told her that the Master resided under the circus. Her source even went as far as to describe how to get under there. And in all the visits Isi had been with the raiding squad she had never even known about such an underground nor had her people been able to find an underground. She was wary of such warrants as Isi had the feeling though impossible, that the master would find out and make the whole underground disappear. Isi would need to find this place and handle it herself!

She passed lots of families with young children. And it made Isi cringe with slight disgust. She absolutely hated children. They were annoying; they were loose-lipped, sticky, full of germs and just overall stupid. Isi was thankful that demons certainly couldn’t get humans pregnant. Isi couldn’t imagine the shame of walking to the pharmacy and buying spermicide and that after pill. She could imagine the look on some acne riddled teen’s face, or some old elderly woman who was a prude and under her breath went ‘tsk tsk’ as if to say ‘another generation, another loose legged woman’. Of course Isi was anything but loose. She couldn’t recall the last time she had slept with … a human. It had probably been in high school when she had been young, stupid and impressionable.

Isi found where she needed to be easy enough. The directions had been good. Her source had probably been in the Master’s lair, even though he hadn’t wanted to admit it. But that was okay since Isi didn’t want to admit she had a soul devouring vampire source. There were games on either side of her with mothers handing money to those recently released from jail in hopes that their child could win a small prize. Isi spotted several large white Tiger plushes that she secretly drooled over yet could never win. She had had someone who owed her confiscate some as evidence. The memory of that day made Isi grin with pride.

From there Isi turned the corner. The coast down this area was clear as there were no games or attractions. When Isi checked to see that no one was there she went inside the door marked ‘Staff’. She had been prepared to pick the lock and could do so in under a minute but vampires were usually overconfident (and cheap). Instead of creating a key for every employee they usually just left things marked staff unlocked for social stigma dictated that if you were not staff you would not enter. Isi took the stairs two by four by two moving as quickly as she could. She needed for there to be a curtain where it was said to be located. Isi spotted curtains yet there was no door handle. She donned gloves to not get her fingerprints anywhere. “Fuck,” she muttered. Her source had obviously lied to her. And there would be hell to pay. She turned around to leave as quickly as she could when she saw there was a curtain behind her. She pushed it aside and found a doorway. It was locked. She ducked behind the curtain and picked the lock. It only took a minute which was more than her usual time since she needed more lighting and the curtain obviously blocked it.

Isi found herself in an area that had never been searched by the Marshal’s office! To say she was giddy, she was ecstatic. She withdrew her gun and added a silencer to it though she preferred to use liquid nitro to kill. There were ten bottles in her purse. It wasn’t a weapon the Marshal’s would probably be allowed in their arsenal. It was something rogues used. As it was daylight still the vampires would be sleeping. There would be some watchers though; humans and Isi would be prepared to kill them.

One by one she checked the rooms. They were empty. It was as if everything had been moved in a hurry. She moved into the next room. It was clear. But as she turned to leave she saw a piece of scrap paper out of the corner of her eye. It had water damage but it was a receipt of some kind for some building with massive square feet.

Licensed Executioner

Words: 1060 Outfit: N/A Tag: Soren Notes: N/A Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #3a3554; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] It was at least four in the afternoon and not much left of the sun was left. Though due to such an age where being locked in a coffin until true dark didn't limit the master vampire who slept in the coffin until he was allowed to wake. He was only staying in the coffin until he heard the other vampires wake up, but there were very few in the room to listen to. Most of his fledglings had gone off on their own, only a few remained which didn't bother him. It only meant more control over those who remained. Lifting the lid of the coffin off, Soren climbed out. He wore black dress pants with a deep red silk dress shirt. Only a vampire could pull the look off and Soren was quite capable of doing so, even his matching black dress shoes adorned the outfit well. For a Norwegian man, he was quite the charmer, but he was a bit hungry for someone who hadn't ate since before dawn. He heard movement in one of the other rooms that littered below the Circus, someone was in his domain and he wasn't exactly thrilled about it. "Searching for something? That scrap of paper won't do much for a marshall like yourself," The voice was smooth and collected, like he had practiced the line so many times before. Soren was such a predator that he often forgot to breath and search for his prey, but he certainly looked over the woman who had picked something up that had meant nothing to the vampires. He would certainly put her in her place for disturbing the signs that said Staff Only. Did anyone listen these days? People in his time knew better than to go past such a sign without punishment. This woman was no better. Soren swept the room looking it over, remember how much he needed to decorate the place to his liking. He had taken the place as his own while the Master of the City took Danse Macabre. Of course, his lips would never tell the location of the resting place of The Master and his entonturage. "If I had known company was coming over, I would have decorated a little, but it seems people can now just waltz right on in as they please. Tell me, how did you come across a place like this, darling?" Soren smiled as he spoke, his fangs were hidden under his lips, but you could definitely tell he was a vampire even without the knowledge of knowing where his fangs were located. Soren didn't hide himself because he had no fear of being defeated by a necromancer.
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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi saw a monster waltz into the room as if he owned the place. Which he probably did. Isi realized that she herself had made a horrible mistake. She usually sensed the dead when she entered a building. As a necromancer Isi could tell when a person was a human or when they were a creature trying to be a person. Dead wise anyhow, Isi couldn’t tell human from werewolf unless the human had a tail. Yet she had wanted excitement and a thrill kill so she had not sensed where the vampires were nor had she done what she ought to and sensed that they were all sleeping.

It was four PM. It was to be night soon but there were still a lot of daylight hours left. Apparently however, she was given away. “Do tell me what gives me away. Is it the hair?” she asked as Isi fired her gun. The bullet was pure silver and enough of them would put any vampire down. But since this vampire was up and around his little lair before dark Isi fired two more shots. Each more perfectly fired then the last as the vampire moved around the room. She wasn’t expecting a response because she was going to kill this damned vampire.

If anything was a dead giveaway as to her being a Marshal it was most definitely her hair. It was vibrant red, like fire. Yet she knew that if she were a vampire she would study the faces and learn them of all active vampire executioners and Federal Marshals because you never knew one day who you would need to turn around and walk the other way on the night streets. Isi fired off a forth shot just because.

“Decorating tip one. Walls stained with dead vampire blood.” Isi said to no one in particular since the vampire ought to be dead from four shots. “Really does give the room a great touch. Really should have brought a machine gun.” Isi mumbled to herself.

Licensed Executioner

Words: 337 Outfit: This Tag: Notes: N/A Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #3a3554; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] "Do tell me what gives me away. Is it the hair?" Soren only laughed as he moved out of the woman's fire. He had dodged the bullet that was fired. "Well if you kill me, you will never know who told me about you. But everyone knows of you, Marshall. Even the youngest of vampires. Some even fear you, especially the one who told me. Said something about being scarred by you. Though I'm sure you know the vampire I speak of. You've met them more than once." Soren was careful not to state a gender of the vampire. He didn't want his source harmed by this little monster. Soren had missed the next three bullets due to the room filling with a mist that would cloud anyone's judgment about where anyone could be. The shadows were filling the room slowly, but kept him hidden among them moving around to avoid the bullets. "I don't think it would make a room stand out. Perhaps a deep red color on the walls with paint would bring the color of your hair out, min lille dyret," his Norwegian accent coming out as he spoke. Moving around the room, he slowly came up behind the necromancer his mouth near her ear, "You would make a fine little specimen. You carry the first mark, min lille dyret." Soren pulled back, but the shadows still swirled around the two as he pulled himself back through the shadows. He wasn't going to allow the fiery red head to catch him off guard and start shooting up the room again. "But I wouldn't start shooting up the room again. You won't make it out if a bullet bounces off one of the walls and hits you. I'm sure Rowan would love to see you die by your own bullets, but she's not here to enjoy that." Soren knew of Rowan's history with this necromancer. The face scarring and the constant rebuttal between the two. Rowan was older than the necromancer, but she didn't know her true powers until later. He could see something coming from the younger vampire that would only make this woman want to kill her more, but Soren wouldn't allow that. He would allow the Master of the City to take care of this human unless Soren made her his human servant and break her of her ways. It would certainly be interesting how to break her down.
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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

"Well if you kill me, you will never know who told me about you. But everyone knows of you, Marshall. Even the youngest of vampires. Some even fear you, especially the one who told me. Said something about being scarred by you. Though I'm sure you know the vampire I speak of. You've met them more than once."

Isi reached into her purse and fingered past her Coach wallet to the nitro bottles underneath. They were like a wooden stake through the heart and a beheading combined for the younger vampires. It would take more than one for an elder vampire and even though nitro was a good thing to use to kill Isi still preferred to leave the vampire with a stake in the heart and a great view of the sunrise. She trusted nitro but she trusted wooden stakes more!

The nitro bottle was small and already had a needle point. With her hand still in her purse Isi used her two forefingers to remove the cap that protected the needle from accidentally pricking Isi. Because this stuff could also kill a human but it would do it slowly and painfully. “Yes I know who you speak of.” She said buying herself some time. Isi hated killing vamps up close and personal preferring the cowardly and easy way of killing them while they slept but sometimes you had no choice. There were only two vampires that she knew of that she had let live. The first was her source and the second was the Master’s little fledgling.

"I don't think it would make a room stand out. Perhaps a deep red color on the walls with paint would bring the color of your hair out, min lille dyret. You would make a fine little specimen. You carry the first mark, min lille dyret."

Isi shivered as the room began to mist. As a voice came in her ear she swiftly turned around. Unable to spot the vampire Isi knew that she was in trouble. He was in the room with her yet she was unable to see him. This was the sort of thing that got Marshal’s like her into trouble. Sooner or later they always came into trouble and died. Isi hadn’t written a will and she had certain things lying about her home that would not be good for the police or estate people to see. She had no idea what he was talking about with a mark because she had gotten rid of the demons mark by contacting a demonologist.

"But I wouldn't start shooting up the room again. You won't make it out if a bullet bounces off one of the walls and hits you. I'm sure Rowan would love to see you die by your own bullets, but she's not here to enjoy that."

“Yeah well I’d like to take credit for blinding Rowan but I didn’t do that. I swear.” Isi said. She had only scarred Rowan’s pretty face. But she would have loved to have been the one to blind the leech. Isi would have used that technique in the future but she didn’t let vampires live. She slowly moved towards the corner of the wall where she hoped He couldn’t see her. Her hand was still in her purse as if she were trying to find more bullets though she had what she wanted already in her hand. Her gun was still in her other hand as if she would try and shoot him if he came near.

As a trained expert Isi had spent half of her life preparing for the day when she would kill her first vampire. She began to try and slow her heart rate down by slow deep breaths. She undoubtedly knew that the vampire could hear her heart beat. He could probably smell her though she wore no perfume. But if he wanted to come after her he would need to move either in front of her or drop down from the ceiling. It was lucky for Isi that she had at least one advantage in her sleeve.

Licensed Executioner

Words: 684 Outfit: This Tag: Notes: N/A Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true] "Yes I know who you speak of." Soren only smiled at her as he wandered around the room. "Do you? I'm sure she would be quite surprised to see you in the Circus. She might even enjoy the act, if she could be here to witness it before true dark." Soren's voice was soothing to the ear. He was very careful with his words, but he could easily understand that the hunter was probably dillsuion and didn't understand his words. Most humans didn't. "Yeah well I'd like to take credit for blinding Rowan, but I didn't do that. I swear." Soren merely nodded. He wasn't going to let the hunter know that he knew who had done the accident. "Yes, I know you were not credited to that accident. Her ex-husband, the Ulfric of the Local Werewolf pack did." Soren didn't care what happened to that man, but it was not something he wanted to be left to his own devices. Of course he would talk to the Master when he came back about the werewolf, but now was not the time nor the place. A blue gray pair of eyes came floating toward the hunter, going into her if she would allow it. Either way they would still go in her. If she wanted them or not. She would be slightly confused as to what happened, but Soren wouldn't say a thing about what happened, unless she asked. He wanted her to be confused and wonder what happened, but the thought of real food again seemed quite interesting to him. To taste what food in this day and age was now. "I wouldn't try anything you have in your handbag. You'll die if I die." It was merely the only hint he was giving to her. She held the two marks of a human servant. He would have to drink her blood to get the third mark and she would have to drink his blood to get the fourth and final mark and become immortal with him. He would definitely enjoy tormenting her through the years they would be together. Somethings were often wondered about what would happen when a master vampire took on a human servant. He always wondered what would happen if he tried to go after another one other than the hunter in front of him. The thought of a human servant and an animal servant always amazed him, but he didn't think he would want one. An animal servant. They always seemed to be out of control and being with them forever seemed too much for him to handle. With the human servant he could torment them all he wanted and they wouldn't be able to get away. He would enjoy that personally. She probably wouldn't, but she walked into his lair. She was all for the taking.

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi had to stop herself from almost pausing when she heard that Rowan’s ex-husband had done the damage to her face making her permanently blind. Isi was extremely disgusted to hear that Rowan’s ex-husband was the leader of the werewolves, the Ulfric, a term she heard only a few times before but knew it to mean male leader of the wolves. That vampire woman was a disgusting whore, sleeping with werewolves, consorting with demons, becoming a vampire! What’s next? Was she going to ravish a baboon? She found herself not caring that Rowan had been battered and abused while under the control of her husband.

Suddenly through the misty shadows a pair of gray blue eyes floated towards her. Isi wasn’t prepared to die yet she was prepared to die. When her dead body turned up police would invite themselves into her apartment and sooner or later they would realize that she never lived there and they would find her estate where she really lived. And then that was when the trouble would happen. The police would find extravagant amounts of cash, jewels, paintings and Faberge eggs thought to be lost or missing lying about everywhere (stolen from vampires Isi killed illegally). The amount of cash the police would find in Isi’s home was more so than one could make if they were a government employee! They would find that she killed vampires illegally, posed weapons illegally (machine guns, sawed off things, nitro). And maybe a heap of other things.

Her name would be completely trashed by other humans, praised by vampire hate groups however. Though vampires might still piss their pants if her name were mentioned. And yet, through all this Isi was prepared to die. One must be if they hunted such beasts against little such odds. Every time Isi went on a hunt she knew that it was very possible that she could die. “And why will I die if you die?” she asked as she took the needle out of her purse, letting her handbag fall to the ground, trying to stab the needle above the pair of gray blue eyes.

Licensed Executioner

Words: 335 Outfit: This Tag: Notes: N/A Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true] The magic question was asked. "And why will I die if you die?" Soren smiled as the shadows disappeared. "If I die. You'll die with me as my human servant. You know what a human servant is, don't you Isi Runsami?" Soren asked as he took the silver nitrate out of the woman's hand. "You can't stab those eyes away. They are mine giving you the second mark. These marks can't be taken away, dear. I know of your working with a demon, with the second heartbeat that beats within you." Soren wanted to touch the woman to feel the heartbeat, but just listening to it was satsifing for him from a distance. Looking at the needle he held in his hand, he dropped it and crushed it without his foot. "We don't need this anymore. It'll will only give you a slow dying death. Most probably won't live through it, but then again maybe the other vampires would enjoy watching you die, necromancer. Are you willing to die, while the thing inside of you hasn't experienced a life yet?" Soren was quite intrigued with how a human could be pregnant with a demon's child. It was quite interesting for him to experience, but he would make sure the woman didn't kill the child until they had time to see how the child effected the world. He walked around the room, watching the hunter experience the two marks that had been placed on her. He would have to find another way to get the third and fourth mark on her, but he would get them on her soon enough to make her his. Rowan may not have enjoyed being with her, but Soren would certainly enjoy such a thing with tormenting the necromancer forever. It would certainly be an experience for both of them to find out.

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

"If I die. You'll die with me as my human servant. You know what a human servant is, don't you Isi Runsami?"

The silver nitrate was taken from Isi's hand. She struggled for a moment but despite trying to get the best of this vampire he won her silver nitrate needle. Isi reached for her purse even though if the vampire chose he could snap her neck as easily as opening up a jar of pickles. Though Isi had to take the chance, she would either die defenseless or die with a weapon in her hand. Isi preferred the weapon.

"I know what a human servant is, vampire. And I am no human servant!" she spat out angrily at the insult upon her person. Throughout all her knowledge of vampires she considered a human servant to be human who willingly served a vampire or vampires in the future hopes of being turned. Isi did not know that a human servant was bonded tightly to a vampire, most of the time gaining immortality as long as the vampire lived well. Needless to say, the vampire calling Isi a human servant was an insult of high orders.

"You can't stab those eyes away. They are mine giving you the second mark. These marks can't be taken away, dear. I know of your working with a demon, with the second heartbeat that beats within you."

Isi heard the sound of her needle being crunched. She could picture the silver liquid pooling as an oil stain would on the floor. She grabbed two needles from her purse and dropped the caps on the floor as she edged away from where she had last made contact with the vampire. Her gun Isi put away back in its holster. It would be useless on this vampire unless she wanted to turn it on herself - later.

"We don't need this anymore. It'll will only give you a slow dying death. Most probably won't live through it, but then again maybe the other vampires would enjoy watching you die, necromancer. Are you willing to die, while the thing inside of you hasn't experienced a life yet?"

"You know I'm a necromancer?" This was the first act of her recognizing her power in all of her years of existence. Her father had reinforced the idea into her head multiple times that if pressed to only admit that she was an animator, nothing more. "Are you..." she stuttered, "are you saying I'm ... fucking pregnant?" she swore.

"No, no. It can't be true!" she said forgetting for a moment about the elephant in the room. "I can't be pregnant." she said again as if to reinforce the idea in her mind that all vampires lied. How could she be pregnant? The only male that she had had sex with (against her will) had been Luke, a demon. A human certainly couldn't get pregnant with a demons child. And the last thing Isi wanted to do was bear that awful demon babe.

Isi flung the two nitro needles in the direction of the room and then raced for the door. She needed to get out of here and into a clinic.. ASAP!

Licensed Executioner

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[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true] "I know what a human servant is, vampire. And I am no human servant!" the human was angry, he could tell that from her emotions and the heightened hormones running through her body. "I don't think you understand what being a human servant is. You keep your humanity, woman. That fetus inside of you can grow and be a child, while its mother is still human, but it you may outlive it, if it doesn't have any of the father's qualities to it. You are bound to me. There's no escaping now, you are far too deep into the marks to get away." He hissed. He didn't tell her how many marks were needed, but maybe she would do her homework and look it up. Soren was intrigued by the world's oddest treasures. Many of the necromancers in the world were few and far due to the Council's wipe out plan centuries ago to make sure no necromancer had control over a vampire. But it would certainly bring new to the council about it. "You know I'm a necromancer?" Soren nodded at her question. He was leaning against the wall his arms cross over his chest as he watched her with a watchful eye. "Are you... are you saying I'm... fucking pregnant?" He probably expected this to happen, springing something up like this on the woman without much cause as to how he knew or if she hadn't even thought of it before now. He was quite enjoying the scene that was taking place before him. "No, no. It can't be true! I can't be pregnant."

[/i] Soren was rolling his eyes now. He didn't answer her random mumblings, he let her go on about, but he was watching her carefully. He blocked the door that lead out of the room and stood in front of the woman. "You are pregnant. The child may not even have qualities of its father. It may as well turn out to be a completely normal human child. If this was a vampire, you would have to worry about the Vlad syndrome, but its not. Let the child live and give it up for adoption. Killing a life that has yet to experience anything is a wrongful killing." Soren was trying to talk some sense into this woman. He would have to have more control on her, but it would work sooner or later.

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

As Isi tried to run for the door she ended up running straight into the vampire. Her body thrust into Soren’s chest and she fell backwards. Of course she knew that it was impossible for her to leave. She would die here. She doubted anything he said about human servants was true; it was clever, but definitely false. “I WILLNOT LET THIS THING LIVE!” Isi screamed in rage. Human tears fell from her eyes. She had been kidnapped, abused and raped. Now she was pregnant and she did not want this baby she hadn’t known existed twenty seconds ago.

She felt disgusting. All her life she had grown up hating creatures that God never should have allowed to exist. Her parents lost their marriage when her mother fell in love with a vampire and married It. Then the vampire and human couple wanted Isi and her twin to live with them. Isi had killed her vampire step-father, her first vampire kill. Isi had grown up watching vampire hate group speeches on tv, read their reports in the news. And she had known instantly what she wanted to do in College, become a licensed vampire executioner. She wanted to be the boogey man for those bastards, even if the pay wasn’t swell. Of course it was only later that she found out how to get a great pay.

“You damn vampire bastard.” Isi said wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her palm. She kicked Soren in the chest with a move she had learned in kickboxing. “Just kill me. Just fucking kill me!” she went to kick him again with another kickboxing move. She had never screamed at a vampire to kill her before. Though she knew that he would do it regardless of the fact that she really, really wanted to live. She just didn’t want to be a mother anytime soon.

Licensed Executioner

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[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true] Soren watched as Isi came running at him and bounced back when she realized he was standing in front of the door. He rubbed his chest from where she hit him, but no sound had came from the impact of her hitting him. "I WILL NOT LET THIS THING LIVE!" He winched at the yelling, but did nothing about it. He was allowing her to take the rage out. She obviously had not known she was pregnant. It was his mistake for revealing such a life changing event in a human woman's life. He felt almost sorry for her because he had lost his children when he was turned. But at the same point he really couldn't stand the screaming anymore. That was something that needed to stop. He had killed plenty of screaming women trying to protect their children, but he had slaughtered them all when he was ordered to. But only because he had the urge to feed and he took one at a time each night he stayed with the villagers after they took him. He was always gone before dawn before he could be caught with the deceased in his arms. He forced himself upon those who did not know what he was and he enjoyed their fears and their thoughts of thinking they would survive the attack, only to see that their eyes drew blanks once he was done with them. "You damn vampire bastard. Just me kill me. Just fucking kill me!" She was begging for death. That was a new one for him. Someone begging him to kill them. Normally he just killed them if they were begging for mercy to be saved not killed. "Why would I kill you? What you did in bed with a demon was not my concern. Its your body. Not mine." he hissed as he blocked both kickboxing kicks toward him grabbing her ankle in the process turning her around so she was at an odd angle to try and keep balance. He threw her to the floor after letting go of her ankle. He would take his chances with the next two marks, but now didn't seem like a good chance to take until the woman was in her right mind and things figured out. From what he gathered she had no idea what a true human servant was and he was not going to explain such a concept to someone who was yelling at him. He stood with his back to the door staring at her sprawled out on the floor.

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

"Why would I kill you? What you did in bed with a demon was not my concern. It’s your body. Not mine."
Isi landed sprawled on the floor after trying to kick the vampire with a high kick. She caught her breath which was easy enough. Isi felt her face go as bright red as a tomato (and her hair). “I…I…I didn’t!” she stuttered terribly ashamed. This was why she had not told anyone about the rape. And as she did not think two different species could multiply she was going to take her chances with the STD’s. Isi had been horribly worried about getting an after pill from a prude in the pharmacy so she hadn’t gone thinking there was no way in hell a human could get pregnant with a demon bastard.

She stood up and clenched her fists in anger. She knew that the vampire was judging her. And Isi wanted to explain herself but she also shouldn’t have to explain herself. Not to mention she didn’t want pity from a vampire if it were even possible for a vampire to give her pity. “If you’re not going to kill me then move aside. I have other things to do. Other vampires to kill. The usual.” The red head wasn’t going to kill any vampires in the circus – this morning at least. Though some vamps needed to die.

There were two reasons that Isi liked to kill vampires. She hated that they shouldn’t exist. But the second more sinister reason that Isi enjoyed the thrill of the hunt and the thrill of the kill. Had Isi been a billionaire she would have been a fan of hunting humans. But since vampires existed she got her little thrill fixed like some drug having the evidence vanish under the sunlight. She was definitely some renegade that would either wind up with the death penalty being voted in her favor or in some sort of crazy person asylum.

Licensed Executioner

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[Soren Henrik Rask]

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[atrb=border,0,true] Standing still as stone, Soren didn't move from his position as the human tried to dart pass him to escape the Circus. There was no escaping as long as he stood in front of that door. "Why must you leave? There is simply no escaping a Master Vampire when you are terribly weak from the looks of it," Soren made sure to sound as if he was taking care of the woman. Trying to make her calm down and relax. Nothing more than making the woman relax. It was all he needed to get a better watch over his prey. "You shouldn't be up and moving anyways. Here is will you belong. With me. Just go relax. Everything will be okay," he spoke with a soft soothing tone. He wanted the woman on his side, not the opposite side. Not the side with Sienna on it. That was not something that would go down very well. Especially with Sienna's plans of taking over the city as the Master. He wouldn't allow it nor would he let her. The man was powerful, but Sienna seemed to be gaining up on the power structure to get what she wanted. It was always how it worked. Wasn't it? "Now, why do you need to leave? You have everything you need right in front of you. Here, stay a while. No one is going to miss you just yet." Soren was playing an odd card and trying to calm the woman. He wasn't sure if it was working or not, but he would certainly find out about as soon as things started to calm down from the woman. Her emotions were running high and it was giving him an uneasy reading of her. If only he could find a way to make her calm so he could give her the last two remaining marks to seal the deal of being his human servant.

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi stood before Soren as he stood before her only exit. She was a fool to come here. An even bigger fool to not check the vampire's ages. And if possible, a gigantic fool to become a vampire's human servant. Isi was no servant, nor could she ever see herself doing any house cleaning. She hired people for that, people below her. "I'll not stay here a second longer. I may be knocked up but I'm no southern belle!" Isi hated to admit out loud that she was knocked up.

"You want me to stay with you, a vampire, in some dingy underground two-bit whole?" Isi asked sounding absolutely outraged. Her estate was larger then this and full of nice plush expensive things. If Isi could contact a demonologist and get her demon tattoo removed then she could contact some expert and get her vampire marks removed - however embarrassing such would be. The man was trying to soothe and comfort her but that was the last thing she wanted, and he was the last person she would wish to be comforted by.

"Move away from the door before I make you move!" She was so mad. She felt so stupid. She should have used her horrible gift. Those damned vampires. Why couldn't they die like they ought to? Unaware her mind reached out and touched two of the vampires she had previously been aiming to destroy with her fury before Soren caught her in the act. Hate. Fury. Disgust. Hate. Fury. Disgust. Her emotions ran high, higher then ever because she had been marked against her will much like she'd been taken. Unbeknownst to Isi the two vampires Isi tried to stake rose from their coffins and glided themselves to the room Isi and Soren occupied.

"Get. The. FUCK. Away from the DAMN door!" Isi swore as she saw the two young vampires now standing behind Soren. One was a beautiful blond while the other was an olive skinned Scandinavian male. There was something off about the two. Isi didn't know what yet it projected it as easily as Isi projected her anger which she hadn't let herself go unchecked in many years. 'I wish they would kill him,' Isi thought. If she were a vampire she wouldn't want to be on the bottom rung. Why not try for top dog? Isi watched in shock as the two vampires proceeded to attack Soren. It was as if they had heard her. But it was preposterous. Isi should have used those moments to bypass Soren and run into the sun but she was so shocked she stayed.

Licensed Executioner

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