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Post by xavier on Jul 13, 2008 11:19:36 GMT -5
OOC: This thread is open to anyone who thinks they can handle the Thread. Please read Disclaimer before entering.
Disclaimer:This thread is strictly rated 'R' and may be taken past the rating. It will include Extreme amounts of senseless gore and torture as well as Strong Language. To protect the personal views and emotional feelings of others, I advise anyone under the age of 17 and/or those who are weak at stomach, to not participate in this thread. If one chooses to ignore the warnings and partake in this thread and becomes offended, I am not responsible. The night was active, bright. Lights radiated throughout the city as Xavier walked through the streets of nightlife. His feet slowly, and gracefully moved through the air and he took one slow step after another. Humans. They were useless..All of them deserved to die. Xavier wasn't thinking. He wanted to kill all of them right that second and he believed there would be no repercussions. His hands were still buried in his pockets as he walked in a completely straight line down the sidewalk humming the tune "Lillium" eerily. As his boots slapped against the concrete, of course he caught attention. His sharp hearing could hear a few snickers and slick remarks, they would all die tonight.
Not paying attention to his surroundings, he bumped into a human. Xavier stumbled back and fell to the floor. Slowly, he rose from the warm concrete and stood, stiff as a bored infront of the human. Xavier didn't say a word, his gray eyes were fully hidden from view, with the exception of a thin sliver of iris that could be seen.
"Hey! What the f*ck is wrong with you? Can you see where your going?"
Xavier continued to glare, not uttering a word. The only thing that could be heard, is him humming the creepy melody with his head to the ground. The screaming man brought attention, a small ground began to form around the two as Xavier took note of all of the humans in the same place. Slowly, he stopped humming and took his hands out of his pockets and tightened his fists cracking a few joints.
"What's with the nails? So you're a Fag now yeah? No Wonder."
The man slowly walked towards Xavier, already he could smell a heavy scent of alcohol radiating from him. It was no surprise. Suddenly Xavier pulled out a long sword like blade and vanished, disappeared. He placed the blade in his hand and darted around the circle at unbelievable speeds. Xavier then ran back towards the man and violently sliced the Man's head clean off from the base of the neck. Xavier reappeared and the severed bodies fell to the ground and a fountain of blood sprayed all over the concrete. Humans had seen the massacre and began screaming and running. Xavier slowly began walking over the bodies and down the sidewalk, hidden in the sea of running people. A woman bravely grabbed xavier, thinking she was helping him run.
"W-What was it? Was it a Bomb!? i didn't hear any explosion!"
Xavier slowly grabbed her by her head and twisted her head in a full 360 degree turn and pulled it off f her shoulders. He held the head by its hair and continued to walk down the street. A man had seen the murder and went to attack Xavier, before his hand could even touch him, his fingers fell to the ground and his legs from the knee down were sliced from his body, too fast for him to even see what caused it. His body collapsed to the floor in a bloody pool of motionlessness. Xavier dropped the head and continued walking, beginning to sing the Lilium melody once more. |
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Post by keylogger on Jul 13, 2008 12:06:49 GMT -5
Ooc//I read the ooc part and would like to join, just remember that you can't kill Michael so try not to do a bunch of death shots, he is not a vampire and immordal like you are.
Michael looked at the massacre and growled. He had fit into the crowd perfectly. He looked at the vampire and sneered. His sent was hidden from the vampire as from the crowd and much blood. He pulled out one of his guns witch he stole from Aubrey, and followed Xavier. He shot six bullets into his back and pulled out a lighter. He knew that the vamp would die by its flames.
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Post by jacob on Jul 13, 2008 12:38:58 GMT -5
The night sky had always been beautiful and peaceful to look at, and the stars were always there to decorate the already serene appearance of the sub stratosphere. It was here where Jacob took the time to relax on the roof of a building a part of the London streets, streets that became home to Jacob and his beloved. He had since spoken to Destiny and let her know what the issue was with his family, with his association into the Black Nail Coven. Though Destiny was against joining such an organization, comparing it to the mafia, Jacob reminded her that if it weren't for the members of the Black Nail Coven she'd still be nothing more than a rotting corpse with little to no memories. The Black Nail Coven promised him power, the power to protect Destiny and to secure everything life had to offer.
As he stood on top of the roof that was when he saw Xavier engaging in his daily massacres of human specimens. He didn't care for them, really, and what Xavier did was none of his concern. The Coven leader had proven to have a very ruthless streak and perhaps that had been needed to train a group as vast and powerful as the black nail. But then he noticed something else, another person, looking at Xavier, and pulling out what seemed to be a gun. Jacob's immediate reaction was to act now and attack Xavier's stalker but he refrained from such actions. Xavier was well adept to taking care of himself. He decided to simply watch from above like some sort of guardian angel, and wait to see if there would be an opportunity where he would strike. Either way, it provided great entertainment.
"Wish I had some popcorn."
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Post by xavier on Jul 13, 2008 13:08:46 GMT -5
As Xavier coldly walked through the streets, Blood staining his attire. He felt another presence, a small one. His head slightly turned as he saw Micheal standing down the street with a gun. Quickly, Xavier grabbed a human by her collar and held her up in front of the gunshots. A few of them slamming into her face and chest. Xavier dropped the corpse to the floor and turned to face Micheal.
He was weak, Xavier could have killed him easily. However, Xavier's agenda wasn't to kill Werewolves, it was to kill humans. Xavier pulled out another blade and threw it in Micheal's direction, the momentum of the blade only taking several fingers causing the weapon to drop. If the kid had any sense, he would leave before Xavier changed his mind about his choice of lives tonight.
Xavier continued to walk down the street. A man tripped infront of him and looked at Xavier frightened beyond all thought. Xavier slowly knelt down infront of him. The man froze, he couldn't move, couldn't speak. In an instant, Xavier's hand shot into his neck, ripping out his throat, pulling several veins and muscles out along with it. The man twitched and kicked his feet on the ground before slowly loosing all movements.
The city was in a state of panic. As Xavier slowly rose back up and continued to walk down the street. He gripped his long sword like blade tightly as he motioned down the street. Not showing sympathy for any human life, the blade sliced through Children, Women, Men and Elderly. A small child ran past Xavier, His counterpart told him not to kill the child, he was no more the 8, but his alternate persona was calling. Xavier gripped the Child by the arm, twisted it snapping bones and pulled the arm completely off the body. Xavier then allowed the blade to coldly slide across the child throat as he watched the body fall.
No remorse..No Sympathy... |
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Post by jacob on Jul 13, 2008 13:19:18 GMT -5
Xavier seemed to have been handling the situation quite well. The air was filled with such death and chaos, blood staining the air of life that ran through the air. The last child Xavier killed, even Jacob had to admit, had been a bit too extreme for him. Perhaps if there had been some distinct difference between the two, it was that Jacob killed only those who needed to be whereas the coven leader really didn't give a damn.
As expected, Xavier attacked his stalker with swift precision, thrusting a knife so quickly it looked like a blur before it chopped off the stalker's fingers. He didn't want to take any chances though, for it was clear to Jacob now that this stalker hadn't been human...at all. Perhaps he was growing too cautious, but in any case, Jacob opened his trench coat and extracted a suitcase attached to it. He set it down on the floor in front of him and opened it. And there it was, pieces of it lying in organized places just waiting to be assembled. He glanced over back down at the street and figured he'd wait a few more minutes and before assembling his weapon of choice. Oh yes.....tonight would have blood.
"Still wish I had some popcorn though."
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Post by kitsuneth on Jul 13, 2008 13:29:23 GMT -5
Estella sensed the presence of Xavior first. It was an overwhelming sensation. She had only been a vampire for ten years, and a lone one at that. She did not know him or what he stood for. Nor did she particularly care. She was walking down the street, minding her own business, when she had heard the first scream. Then a second. The overpowering sent of fresh blood accompanied the wailing humans. In a few seconds there were people running for their lives, coming up the lane and toward her, sprinting in the opposite direction that she was going.
Ah, so the beast is near. She thought. Dream-catcher in hand, she continued to calmly walk up the crowded street calmly, despite the fact that she was constantly being pushed and shoved from the chaos. Her black dress was being twisted and the ends of the lavender ribbon around her neck spinning in all directions. She inwardly smiled to herself. What a dear commotion he is stirring.
She came to where the street bared left, where everyone was fleeing from. She stopped at this corner and looked up it. And there he was; the vampire that was causing such stress. What a beauty. Estella praised him. A truly exquisite sight.
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Post by keylogger on Jul 13, 2008 13:37:08 GMT -5
Michael fingers dropped to the floor. Damn it now he had to sew them back on. He picked them up and but them in his pocket. He saw that the vampire he gone away. Damn he so wanted to kill him. Well is hand was numb and some fingers where lost, now to go find someone to sew them back on. Michael left the seen.
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Post by jacob on Jul 13, 2008 13:41:06 GMT -5
Jacob watched the stalker recover slowly from the lost of his limbs, while at the same time wondering if it would be an opportune moment to strike. But no. There had been such chaos devastating the streets that even if he wanted to at this moment it wouldn't provide him a clear shot. It was then when his cellular phone inside of his pocket vibrated. A sigh escaped his mouth when he realized it could only have been one person. He reached for it and answered.
"Yes, Destiny."
Where are you? I thought you said you were only going for a walk?
"I had other plans."
What plans?
"With the Coven."
There was a sigh on the other line. Jacob could tell she opposed his decision to engage in his duties but she probably didn't want to press the matter.
"I'll be home soon, this won't take long."
Damn it, Jacob, just please be careful.
Jacob hung up the cellular phone and stuffed it back in his pocket when he saw Michael leaving the scene. He packed up his weapon and attached it back in his suit case before jumping down from the building, approaching Xavier whose eyes and hands had been scribbled with the blood of innocent victims. The stench was sweet, in a horrific sense.
"Damn X, you went overdrive with this one. In all seriousness though I saw what was going on, I got a good look at that guy, we can't let him get away with that."
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Post by kitsuneth on Jul 13, 2008 13:49:59 GMT -5
Estella sniffed the air. It was pure madness. She loved it. But she didn't let it show. To others she looked like cold, hard, slim statue. But her eyes betrayed her thoughts. They were wild with anticipation. How she longed to join in the fray. But her instincts told her otherwise. They warned her to stay away.
But alas! There was one other blood sucker among them. Estella glanced up at the buildings, and saw Jacob on his phone. Why was he just hanging around when such a powerful vampire was on a rampage? Was he a subordinate, there to clear the bodies left behind? Or maybe he was there to watch the fun. Either way, Estella didn't like the look of that suitcase.
Estella also noticed the werewolf, but did not care for him. He was merely a hindrance in smell. She didn't particularly care for werewolves, but she didn't hate them, either. She just liked to keep her distance.
Her eyes back on Xavior, she saw him strutting down the street, coming closer to her. Should she hide? Should she flee? Should she stay, and wait for him to pass? She decided on the third option. No harm could be done unless she made a move toward him. He wouldn't notice her. Hopefully.
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Post by xavier on Jul 13, 2008 13:59:15 GMT -5
Xavier could hear the sirens now, the human enforcements were on there way. His eyes closed as he stood there and opened them to see another human, a female, aged around 20. She stood infront of him, tears streaming down her face. His expressions remained blank under his hood as he glared at her. Xavier looked into the sky and his head slowly fell back down to her.
"Why are you doing this!! Stop! Stop it alre--"
She was interrupted by his hand shooting into her mouth. Xavier stared at the ground as he ripped her jaw from her mouth and dropped it to the ground. The body hurled over as Xavier walked down the street and turned the corner. There he saw another vampire, watching him, praising him. Xavier pulled out another blade and threw it, aiming directly for her chest, He wasn't making friends tonight. His hidden eyes, slowly drifted away from her, taking note of her face, then continuing to move down the block slowly.
Xavier then saw Jacob. He had best stay away from him at this point. His arm jumped up and shoved him out of the way as he proceeded down the sidewalk. His hands were soaked in blood and his hair sticky from the red substance decorating the streets. London was a warzone at this time. In the midst of chaos and bloodlust, Xavier began stretching his Humming to the Singing on Lilium.
"Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam,
Et lingua eius loquetur indicium.
Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem,
Quonium cum probates fuerit accipient coronam vitae.
Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison
O quam sancta, quam serena,
quam benigna, quam amoena
O castitatis lilium"
The dark symbolic song only cast a more eerie and deadly atmosphere to the chaos that strung throughout the city. |
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Post by kitsuneth on Jul 13, 2008 14:06:05 GMT -5
Estella dodged the blade by a hair. Her eyes followed it as the sword took two more human lives. This was absolutely intoxicating. This sensation. She had never been to or in a killing spree like this, and she knew how much she yearned to be in.
She walked to the sword which now had a couple of humans hanging from it's blade, one through the heart, another through his stomach. Estella pulled the blade out and licked the metal clean of blood. Such a sword was more of an art piece than a tool for war. Did she have any mind to give it back to it's owner? Possibly. Possibly not. It all depended on whether she thought it was worth keeping. It all depended on whether he came back for it.
Crouching in the street with the long sword, she jumped fluidly from where she was to the opposite side of the street for a better view of the fray. How amusing.
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Post by jacob on Jul 13, 2008 14:10:46 GMT -5
Jacob furrowed his brow at the sudden charge he experienced from Xavier. This had been...this had been something different, rather odd from what he experienced. He still had a blood imprint in the middle of his black shirt, not Xavier's blood, but the blood of some poor fool that was at the wrong place at the wrong time. For a brief moment he took some of the blood off his shirt and tasted it. It sufficed him only slightly, for this night for some reason he had a strange fascination for popcorn. He wondered if he should go after his former mentor, but he seemed to have undergone a transformation of sorts, for the person in the streets Jacob discovered hadn't been Xavier, or perhaps the Xavier that he knew. In confusion, he stuffed his hands on his pocket and simply followed the trail of blood and bodies that littered the London streets, in search for answers, answers of what just happened.
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Post by aubrey on Jul 13, 2008 14:13:32 GMT -5
Aubrey leaned against the side of the building watching Xavier's rampage and maddness unfold. She sighed softly and lether eyes wander over to Jacob. She smiled softly. She was impressed by his loyalty.
A man crawled toward her, gripping at her shirt. She batted him away watching him fall to the ground. She slammed her heel into his face. The sickening crunch and slow pool of blood pooling around her boots assured her of his death. She smoothed down her shirt.
She could feel Xavier, but it was different than usual. It was a sickley dark feeling seeping through her veins. She watched him shove Jacob away. Aubrey ran forward. Absently slashing at passing humans. She had no time for them to hinder her pass.
She was standing by Jacob, holding his arm listening to Xavier's song. It sent more chills down her spine. "Jacob we have to stop this." She gripped his arm tightly. "This is getting out of control." Aubrey couldn't tell him this was partly her fault, in a way she was sure that Jacob already knew.
Partly she was afraid for Xavier and what could happen to him. Her eyes pleaded to Jacob. She could live with him hating her. Xavier didn't have to love her. He didn't even have to even speak to her again, but she needed him alive. She would rather have his hate than nothing.
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Post by jacob on Jul 13, 2008 14:19:40 GMT -5
Jacob felt the desperation in Aubrey's grip. It had been the first time the two had been in such close proximity. The street lights, though covered with blood, added a unique quality to her irises. Jacob furrowed his brow as the pressure in Aubrey's grip increased. A good part of him wanted to leave well enough alone, but what if Xavier truly needed his help.
"How do we stop something like that without killing him?"
The question was directed to himself more than Aubrey, but he figured Xavier's teachings would've probably come in handy if such an encounter indeed had to happen.
"Do you know where he's going?"
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Post by aubrey on Jul 13, 2008 14:36:47 GMT -5
Aubrey growled softly and pulled a gun from the back of her pants. "We'll have to beat some sense into him, if he wont listen." The last thing she wanted was to fight Xavier, but he couldn't continue to rampage the streets. "Lets go."
She started off in Xavier's direction, glancing up briefly and spotting a lone female. Aubrey had smelled her earlier, but she was just now getting a good look at her. "Try to calm Xavier down. I'll meet up with you."
In a flash she was standing beside the female. Aubrey's hands reached out and jerked away the sword. This belonged to Xavier, making it property of The Black Nail Coven, making it hers.
She bared her teeth and hissed at the woman, raising the sword she was ready to fight should the girl be foolish enough to try. "Thank you for grabbing my sword for me." Aubreys words were harsh and hostile. She didn't know the woman, but she was sure she didn't like her.
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