The Times of Peril prt 2
The Prince and Alexander both looked in awe at the dozen or so kindred which now lay burned and charred. Smoke obscured their visions. But through it, they saw a shadow.
"Dion? What in the hell?" Alexander choked out. The prince looked on in worry. A gruff voice came back as the response.
"No. I'm not Dion" the voice was filled with strength. Alexander's skin crawled at the tone of the voice. The Prince did nothing but straighten up.
"Bones? is that you?" he calmly asked. The reply came back in a gutteral laugh.
"Who else would I be Clay?" A large figure came out of the smokey area. He was just as repulsive as the rest of his clan. He was much taller though and looked far more feral.
"You killed my Alamar!" shouted Alexander.
The room came to a still. Alexander shook his head and reached for his monolouge.
~ Bones is that you? he calmly asked. The reply.. blah, blah, blah, Who else would I be clay? blah, blah, blah... ~ Alexander repeated in his mind.
"Way to go star child. Now everyone will now I kill Alamar in the season Finale." Bones groaned lunging toward the oblivious Toreador.
Alexander nearly missed his hige hand trying to impale his chest. Alexander could feel the blood rising into his face and hissed and squeeled at Bones.
"Jesus Christ!" said Bones as he hurried away from Alexander. "Keep your panties on" could be heard in the same low voice as he ran through the door.
The prince shruged again and continued to look for Dion,
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~ A Gathering Storm begins to settle upon the city. Fairbanks residents feel the chill of death. The atmosphere is tainted by hatred. Something has made it's way here. The streets lay dormat this evening, but not desolate. Footsteps began to echo off of the dark walls of alleyways and small residential neighborhoods. Long shadows lingering longer then normal. And through all this, they have come. The sword has come for blood. ~
-- Somewhere in Fairbanks --
Rabble, or so one would think, at first glance at these creatures. They kept thier heads down, wrapped in long trench coats.
"See anything?" asked one in a gutteral type of speech.
"No" replied a more confiedent tone.
"Harley, are you sure we're going the right way?" the timid voice piped up. Harley grabbed the creature and sent it throgh a building. Crashing through stone and cement.
"Yep, real sure" he replied and then contiued.
-- Harley, Present Location? -- squaked the radio in Harley's poket.
"South Cushman" He replied.
-- Hold your present location. Fiends present location? -- the femail voice awaited the reply.
"Positioned by the Police Station my Bishop" came a multi-harmonic voice.
-- Excellent. Harley, intercept Nighthawk and Gideon at Lacey Street in 20 mintues. We don't have much time to fuck this up. Understand? --
Harley grit his teeth at the tone of her voice.
"Understood. Nighthawk?"
-- Go Ahead -- came a strong leadership filled voice.
"You and Devion should meet me half way. We can probably take a few cammies by surprise and" His transmission faded away.
-- You fool. Meet up with Gideon and myself. Do not do anything else to showcase that we are here. Understand?--
Harley threw the radio as far as he could and heard it shatter a good distance away.
"Screw them and their James Bond shit. I'm doing this my way." He kicked in the first door he could find. Grabbed the woman and began to drain her. Her older children ran into the back room and baracaded the door, thinking it would stop them.
They heard they're mother screaming. Then they saw the door bust in.
"Need an army, and your about the right age. Welcome to the Sabbat" as he used his dreaded powers of intimidation against them. They screamed.
-- Harley's on his own. Moving on. Sirk? present location? --
-- Airportway Bobbi --
-- Anything new to report? --
-- As a matter afact I do. Two very upset looking Tremere came by this way a few moments ago. del Castillon is searching for them --
-- Excellent. Do not let them get away. I've worked to hard on this plan, and I do not want it to be screwed up by the likes of you --
-- of course my bishop --
-- Hannah? attend Sirk and meet up at the Westmark Hotel. Use whatever needs you have to. That place will do for a haved for us. --
-- As you desire my Bishop. Mel? go and retrieve that vessel, I need his face for a moment
