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"Where is he damnit?" was all that could be heard in the room followed by the tearing of human flesh. "I don't know," a bruised and bloodied figure cried out as he felt the hook of the blade slowly tear along the layers of his skin slowly stripping it from his body. "That's not good enough," his attacker said in a sadistic voice. "I'm right behind you," a voice said from the shadows of the bloody room. Even before the man with the knife had any time to react he looked down at his chest to see a blade sticking through his shirt slowly changing the color from dark blue to a dark red. As he fell to the floor the blade slipped out and a figure hidden by a black trench coat held a bloody short sword in his left hand. As he walked over to the man restrained in the chair the man began to pled and beg, "Please, please don't kill me. I have a wife and kids!" The man didn't respond as he knelt beside the restrained one and began to cut through his bonds and dropping a small COM unit on his lap before walking away and entering the shadows.
The man shook his head as he walked through the alley that he exited in and looked around before leaping towards the roof of the building. As he landed on the roof he sighed and reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out the picture of a young woman smiling. As he ran a pale finger across the wrinkled image a single tear landed on it. He brushed it off and placed the image back where he took it and began to walk away from the building.


OCC:Guess who is back. And no I didn't go on a vacation but one of my characters did in a sense.

(tag, good to be back, eh? :-) )

OCC:I havn't even left. Just been quiet for quite a long long time. Besides what is NS without Joshua pissing off Qui?
IC:
Echo awoke in a cold sweet from her normaly peaceful sleep. Recently she had been having nightmares, ones that involved one of her oldest friends Joshua Knightly. What the hell is going on? she thought to herself as she review the dream in her head. Why do I keep seeing him agian. He died over two years ago. What the hell is wrong with me?

Later that night around two in the morning Joshua sighed. He couldn't recall how he had woken up in a empty building after he was attacked in that alley. As he sat his legs hanging over the edge of the building he sighed again and tried to recall where he had been. How the hell did I wake up two years from the time I was attacked? he asked himself. He had changed though. Something inside of him felt....wrong. He looked at the horizion and watched as a single fighter flew overhead. Things have changed so much he thought as he tried to recall what kind of fighter it was before he gave up on it. "Looks like I've got a long few days ahead of me," he said quietly before standing up once more and walking away towards one of the many places he could hopefuly rest at.

As the sun finaly rose beyond the horizion it marked a date that would never be forgotten by the nation especialy by those who lived it. The nuclear holocost that ravaged the nation thirty years before was only a memory now. A memory that only death would enjoy to recall. It was irionic in a sense that one of the hero's of the war that ended in the hellfire raining down returned only the day before. Everywhere across the nation as people slowly began to rise several surivivors were preparing to make the tripp to what had once been the city of Nightfire. The city it all began in.

(ooc: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8350481#post8350481 just a lil note if you want to come ^_^)

OCC:Yay! I'll have good old Joshua start looking for places and people that can help him remember what happened! -scrapps current RP with a tank shell and alot of C4-

(ooc: sorry for hijacking your thread ^_^ )

OCC:Meh I couldn't care. My friends are the only ones I don't mind when they hijack my threads. Besides they die before page two 99% of the time.

Tiara rested her head upon the body on the platform, blond hair trailing along her back. Her violet eyes sparkled at the speciman she had found. "We will be together soon, my brother." What Tiara harbored within her soul was that of an ancient. An ancient which took his sway over the girl. Soon, he would have a body to touch her. His sway fell over two others as well; a japanese beauty by the name of Hitomi, and a brown haired girl named Lucy. His presence and his voice enticed the girls to help him.

He could not say he loved any of them because he felt love for no one. The soul within Tiara was Quissera Cougaji Shentavo. In a matter of hours, he would have a physical form once again, and three women to become his kin.

Joshua slowly walked through the streets of the city. They seemed so dead to him, bare of the hundreds of millions that lived in this city. Most were asleep but the odd person roamed the empty streets.

Phoenix muttered to himself as he sat in his office. "Three years. Three fucking years I've been left with nothing to do," he said as he felt the urge to plunge his fist through his desk. He hadn't felt this rage for two years.... not since the man he thought to be his only brother was murdered in the alley only a single block from where he was. The guilt hadn't left him after two years and he had almost authorized the city be torn apart to find the killer. "Something isn't right," he said as he began to start looking over the most recent murder reports.

Joshua hadn't been wandering long when he stopped and suddenly held his hand to his head as he felt what could only be described as a drill boring into his skull. He slowly began to slightly stumble into one of the many alleys and rested his back agianst the wall. Only one thing was on his mind; a forest.

“It’s almost ready my brother,” Tiara said softly. She placed her head on the body’s chest. Lucy and Hitomi watched on, holding each other behind Tiara. She slipped her hand on top of his forehead, and breathed in deeply. There was silence. Slowly, she felt the vibration within her chest. A surge of electricity traveled through her arm into the body. Cold ice blue eyes shot open. Lucy and Hitomi moved closer, fingertips running over the skin of their lover. He sat up, Tiara wrapping a black robe around him. His skin was pale and he was built. One eye had a scar running over it from his eyebrow to his cheek. His white hair was unkempt amongst the face which still maintained a youthful but mature appeal. “Brother…” Tiara said, looking up at the one who remained with in her so long.

He bent down and kissed her, his fangs driving into her lower lip. He released his bite and let the blood touch his lips. The wound healed over quickly. “Yes, my sister…” The other two rushed to his side, embracing him. He could hear their hearts beating. “You are all so beautiful…” He ran his lips over Hitomi’s neck. “Come… we have much to do.”

Joshua held his palm against his head and tried to ignore the pain. A rather drunk man made the mistake of approching Joshua in his state. "Heyyy yoouuu," he called out his words slurring as he stummbled through the alley getting closer to Joshua. Joshua hadn't feed in what felt like years and couldn't controll himself then. He pounced on the man and bore his fangs into his neck to begin slowly removing the one thing that would calm him; blood. As the man's expression changed from the normal expression of a drunk to one of pure terror as he felt the fangs peirce his neck and slice through his pulsing artery causing it to gush blood. Joshua continued to drink before he pulled himself off of the drunk. The signs of massive blood loss were showing and Joshua simply brushed the blood from his lipps. "Tis a pitty such a fool decided to walk by," he said before he knelt down beside the man and tied off the bleeding wound that was already slowly healing. Before leaving the drunk he licked his lipps to clean off the blood and began to walk yet again through the alleys of the city.

In the first hour he had spent with the three, he had tasted each one. Fangs graced each of their lips as his words seduced them with merely an utterance. He leaned back as he felt their lips upon his skin. “I had almost forgotten what it was like to have a woman’s touch…” He exhaled, and shifted. He turned the chin of Lucy to the side and bit into her neck, savoring the sanguine liquid flowing to his mouth. He pulled back.

“Come with me,” he said standing up, and they obeyed. “The world is full of sheep, I say we feast.”

Normaly in the old days of Phalanix a quick response team would have never existed to track and hunt vampires as well as rescue and posibly save bite victims. Now though it was diffrent. Not even ten minutes after Joshua had almost drained the drunk dry a small swarm of men and woman dressed in varying uniforms looked around the alley. One of them though stood out the most. His armor black as the day he dawned it Phoenix looked at the sceen of the attack. "Just great," he muttered, "Atleast ten years without a single vampiric let alone a demonic attack and now this. I just love my job"

Screams echoed down the ally and died down quickly. Qui chuckled as he ripped into the throat of one of the locals. It had been a gang, a total of nine who thought they were on the top of the world. How delusional. His three mistresses fed and relished in his company. If anyone could ever feel like such a God… He felt alive again. He could kill by the masses and no one would know. Everyone thought he was dead.

Joshua heard the scream of agony, as the gang was brutaly murdered and almost broke out into a mad dash towards it. He alone hadn't heard it for a trio of armoured troopers slowly had begun to advance rifles and assault cannons at the ready. As the leader of the small gorup advanced he turned to see Qui and his mistresses amung nine corpses strewn about the alley. Through the external speakers the trooper’s voice was amplified to that of a bullhorn's volume and he spoke "Under code 94-C you are all under aresst untill trial. If you resist you will be brought down by whatever force is required." At that point the other two took aim ready to unleash the fury of weapons that most likely would only argravate Qui and his mistresses.

(I’m going to take liberty in this post lol)

Qui tore the throat out of the corpse he was feeding off of as he heard Joshua’s voice. The mistresses hissed wildly and hid behind their sire. Qui let out a large growl. “Joshua Maxwell working for the government? Well, well well…. I’m sorry to inform you, but you’re interrupting my dinner.” He started towards Joshua, and backhanded him across the face. “Look at you, your revolting.”

He started at Joshua inches away with a snicker. “My dears, time for the main course.”

Joshua shook his head and laughed slightly "I always worked for the government if you had acualy paid close enough attention," he replied "Besides I've suposedly been dead for the past two years."
The troopers looked awestruck at Joshua. It was known that he had been killed years ago yet he stood before them as lively as ever. "Run," Joshua simply said before he took a fighitng stance ready for wahtever may come.

OCC:Ah well Joshua will have his revenge soon...in the form of a backhanding and maybe a few swift low blows XD

“Not so fast,” Qui said, and put his hand forward. His brides took flight after his troops. “Wouldn’t want to keep them hungry.”

He cracked his knuckles. “When will you ever learn Joshua….” He reached his hand to the side and a broad sword appeared; the weapon Tiara had used with his skill. He twirled it in his hand effortlessly. “Feels so good to be able to wield this sword unvicariously again. "

Joshua shook his head. Behind his back he to had alittle surprise. Slowly a small dagger of crystal like ice began to form growing into a short sword then finaly into the shape of a long sword. "You might know over the years I've picked up afew new 'talents'," he said with a smirk.
The troops litteraly opened fire even if it was a futile effort for they didn't know. As the mistresses began to attack they began to run like they were trying to escape hell.

If there were ever to be a vampire which had spawned the terror of Dracula, it probably would have been Qui. Qui, however, put the fictional character to shame. He grinned wickedly. "Joshua, you'll never learn. With age, you grow more powerful. You forget I have gotten older as well, while I may not show it." He ran his free hand through his hair. Joshua already knew that Qui was pretty much a complete and utter narcissist. He knew that he could get any woman he desired, and statistically seven percent of the men.

Tiara led the other two. Brother and sister, Qui and Tiara were the purest example of his defying societies rules. Incest was something very key with him, as he had relations with Genesis before. Tiara, however had a different mother than Qui. She picked up one of the men and tore through the armor, tossin him over to Hitomi who finished the job. Her slanted eyes were amber, and seemed to glow within the night. Qui had first met Hitomi at a night club through Tiara. A bartender there, and a rather pretty one, Qui excercized his abilities over her and she was pulled along for the ride. Lucy was another man's fianceè, or at least she had been. She left her future husband without question to take by his side. Since Qui's soul had been in Tiara, they also had a high affinity towards each other. Oh how Qui could do the devils work. Lucy grabbed another by the arms and dropped him from the sky, hearing bones crack.

Qui smirked. "Hear the cries of your men as they feast..." He paced in a circle around Joshua. He raised his hand to the sky, and small volts of electricty travelled from his open hand to the sword. His elemental was electricity. As the electricity surged, he slashed downward at Joshua,

"They arn't mine. They are Phoenix's," Joshua said before he brought his own blade to bare locking it with Qui's. Joshua's eyes if one looked in were not there normal friendly emerald color. A hint of blood red could be seen around his iris as the pent of rage that had been carried with him for years now slowly began to manifest it's self. Even before one would expect Joshua brought his left leg forth in a brutal kick that would easily tear through a normal man.