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“You smell that?” a dark figure asked. “Ah, the smell of change is in the air. It is very refreshing, that Azazel was bad for all us vampires everywhere.”

The voice belonged to the self-proclaimed vampire prince, Zanaar. Near him stood his seer, Marie. One of a few that had escaped Lord Azazels kidnapping of the seers of Draconis Nightcrawlis. She had as a young girl been freaked out by her visions. She thought she would be punished by the Norns for having them and cut out her own eyes in order to stop the visions. That of course failed and she was left blind and still had the curse of the visions. That led her to a mental breakdown and she was left in a mental hospital. There she was found by Zanaar and turned, the rest as they say is history.

“Sand, demon and dragon,” she said.

Zanaar raised an eyebrow. “As cryptic as ever,” he smirked.

Caer Chan Caddug, once the nations capital, was now the lost city fused into the bedrock below Exetergrecia. Just perfect for vampires to hide in during the daylight hours.

“The dragon will lead, behind stand sand and demon,” Marie then said.

Zanaar walked up beside her, running a hand through her hair. His vampiric eyes glistened in the darkness. “You have such a way with words,” he said, staring at her neck and recalling the time when he had turned her. He could still recall her sweet tasting blood. “My dear seer, this does indeed signal that Azazel’s time has come to an end.”

Marie nodded. “Yes my Master.”

Zanaar smiled to himself. This was good, so very good. Once Azazel was out of the way, the vampires could get a bigger foothold on the miserable planet. “That grandson of his, he is this dragon, yes?” he asked.

The seer turned her head in his direction, a lock of hair fell over her stitched shut eyes. “Yes, my Master, he is,” she told him. “King of dragons.” She moved her head away again. “He could be trouble.”

That intrigued Zanaar. “How so?” he asked.

“Because he is a closed friend of Zathar Cyredathem,” she explained.

Zanaar’s face turned to that of a scowl. “A Cyredathem,” he spat. “Family of vampire hunters that plague our kind, we can’t afford to let him gain power.”

“He is already gaining power, my Master,” Marie warned him. “He advances on his grandfather, that is the change you feel in the air, not a good change.”

Zanaar muttered something under his breath to which Marie could not hear. He pulled at his black suit and began to leave the room. “Then we shall do something about it.”

**

Exetergrecia was a popular place for vampires, even before the fall of the royal family. Two hundred million people packed into the capital city of Draconis Nightcrawlis meant a good supply of fresh blood. Then there were the vampire haunts, some popular, some obscure. It was the more popular ones that had a tendancy to attract vampire hunters and vampire hunter wannabies. Since Azazel’s rise to power, the number of vampire haunts had grown in size and so had the number of vampire hunters. One such haunt was a tavern known as The Red Cow. Once it had been a popular place for diplomats, officials and others who used to run the country, including one Prince Kurt. Since the days of the royal family, there had been a change of owner ship and the diplomats and officials never again dared to go back.

The atmosphere was dreary and mostly gothic music was played. Some Lacuna Coil could be heard. Behind the bar was a tall black-haired female, she could have been human as she could naturally be pale, intensified by her black hair and the heavy makeup around her eyes. The tavern was packed and rife with chatter between vampires and other beings of the night. Except for werewolves as they didn’t get along with vampires.


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Jonas was just your average vampire. He didn’t know who his sire was, one day he had gone to a tavern much like the one he was in now and met a beautiful woman. He knew he had had lots to drink that night, as it had been a complete blur. The following afternoon he awoke in a dingy crypt alone. The first thing he actually thought of was to leave since he felt a hunger he had never experienced before in his life. As soon as sun touched his skin it burst into flames and he instantly knew what that meant. From then on he had been a vampire, hiding in the shadows when the sun came and drinking human blood. Unlike some vampires he didn’t much care for elven blood.

“Jonas, you’re wondering off into dreamland again,” came a gruff voice.

Jonas was suddenly brought back into the real world of The Red Cow. He was sat at the bar, tankard in hand. Next to him was a scruffy man in a black leather trenchcoat and hat, lighting up a cigarette.

“Don’t forget why you’re here,” he told him.

“Yes I know,” Jonas replied and took a gulp of ale.

The man who was sat next to him turned and watched the door. It appeared that he was waiting for someone.

OOC: I'm gonna assume I can post since you gave me the go-ahead in the OOC thread..

Drusilia had been watching the two at the bar all night. Discreetly, of course, as a big vampire who called himself Cyris seemed to think he held claim over her. Icy blue eyes watched them from the confines of his arm, tearing away only long enough to laugh politely at a joke or comment. He said he was a child of Marius, but she could sense none of her sire in him.

She had come to this place in search of a legend. Of a vampire so brazen as to name himself prince of their kind. So far no leads. People here seemed to avoid the subject around her, a foreigner. That was the only explanation she could come up with. But even for a place utterly infested with their kind, the vampires here were strange. She was accustomed to living in shadow, in secrets and whispers. A disease festering in their hatred of human oppression. Here they had an entire subculture. She could see only danger in it. Vampires attracted hunters as naturally as flowers attracted bees.

Cyris traced the side of her face, brushing a few strands of red hair aside to expose her neck. She smiled coyly, nipping at his hand. But she did not care about this one. She used his affections as an excuse to watch the man in the hat and his companion once more. Those who shrouded themselves in silence housed many secrets.

"So is he coming?" Jonas wondered.

They had been in the tavern for what already seemed like hours. He picked up his tankard of ale and drank the last of it.

"I don't know how you can drink that stuff," the scruffy man remarked, without taking his eyes off the door.

Jonas allowed a weak smirk to cross his face. "I'm used to it," he replied.

The scruffy man tapped his fingers against the bar. "If he is not here in the next hour then fuck him."

As Victor stepped into the tavern he kept the hood of his cloak up, this was for a couple reasons, these being he wasn't entirely sure how these vampires would view a member of the Dhampir, as well he didn't want to risk giving the members of his fathers clan more information on his movments than possible. Victor headed to the bar and ordered a drink. Those of vampiric blood would see him as human, while most humans would see him as elvish, at least those who didn't look to closely would. Anyone looking into his eyes would see they were red and appeared to shine, even without light reflecting off them.

The scruffy man tilted his head forward and looked at the newcomer. "Fe fi fo thumb, I smell the blood of a dhampir," he remarked.

Jonas raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Like most vampires in the tavern, he didn't take any notice of the dhampir.

Victor turned to face the scruffy man and smiled, revealing the smaller fangs that are characteristical of the Dhampir. As he reached for his drink, his cloak was partially brushed to the side, revealling a number of vials as well as a few stakes, a few of the vials containing a yellowy liquid with a paste at the bottom, clearly labled with a G, a couple with a clearly labled H, the others containing a red liquid with a lable B.

ooc: G=garlic
H=holy water
B=blood

"Not from around here are ya kid?" the scruffy man said, noticing the stakes and vials.

The tall barmaid looked at him, then looked at a group of vampires that were gathered around a nearby pool table and shook her head. The group of vampires turned their attention to Victor. The scruffy man gave them a fierce look.

"Trying to start something kid?"

"With you?" Victor replied, as he noticed where the man was looking, "If I was after you, one of us would be dead by know." Victor stated as he flipped the hood back, revealing dark red hair.

The scruffy man looked up at the group of vampires again, they looked ready for a fight. "That would be you kid," he said. "You would not make it out of here in one peice if you tried anything."

Jonas said nothing as he drank out of a fresh tankard.

"As I said kid, you're not from around here are you?"

"Perhaps, as to your question, no I'm not from around here at all." Victor replied as he finished his drink, ordered another one, pulled out one of the red vials, opened it and drank the contents, before closing it.

The scruffy man kept his eyes on the group by the pool table. He half pulled out a dagger and flashed it at them. "Well only an outsider would be carry bottles of water and think he's being tough with them," he remarked. "So outsider, what brings you here?"

"I'm looking for a clan of vampire and since this town has a reputation as being a haven for those of the vampiric persuasion, it may have either those of the clan I'm looking for or information on them." Victor replied, noting the actions of the scruffy man and the group around the pool table.

"This is a city kid," the scruffy man told him. "The best place for info is down there." He pointed towards the ground. "Caer Chan Caddug, the old capital."

He looked at the door before nodding at Jonas. "Looks like the fucks not coming," he said. "You want info kid, come with us."

"Alright, shall we go?" Victor asks as he downs the second drink. He tosses a few extra coins for the services and follows the scruffy man.

The Sith warrior had no idea why he can to this planet. It was like the planet was calling him here. After landing a shuttle in the shuttle bay of the nearest city, he head to where vampires were. A place called The Red Cow. As Count JWolf walked inside, his hazel eyes scanned the room. His armor was hidden under brown cloak. He left his helmet back in the shuttle.

Vampire, vampire, vampire. He said in his head. Then he walked up to the bar and said “Fine place you got here.”

"We really seem to be attracting the outsiders today," the scruffy man said, looking at Count JWolf. He then passed him by and went to head outside followed by Jonas.

The group of vampires around the pool table were still watching them.

The Count watched as the barkeeper walked by him and saw him head outside. Still not knowing why he was here.

Maybe I should follow them. He asked himself. Then he turned to head outside when he saw the pool table.

Man, I have not played pool in years. He said to himself. Then a name flashed through his mind. Zanaar

Need to get more information on him. He said to himself. He looked over at the barmaid and said “Know a Zanaar?”

The scruffy man stopped walking and looked over his shoulder at him. "Everyone knows Zanaar, he is the selfproclaimed prince afterall," he told him. "What do you want with him?"

“Well, I’m the True King of Vampires.” said the Count “I would like to meet him because I have a felling that is why I’m on this planet.”

Victor stopped to see what was going on between the scruffy man and the other newcomer.

The scruffy man chuckled. "Anyone can give themselves a silly title like that," he replied. "Vampire's don't need a king, besides Zanaar is busy with the upcoming battle between Lord Azazel and his grandson."

"Well, Zanaar has a silly title too." said the Count. "Vampires have no rulers but their masters." Then the Count appeared in the man's face. "Every seen a 50,000 year old vampire?" asked the Count "Because you have just meet one. Now, is somebody going to take me to Zanaar."

The scruffy man looked at Victor. "We have something else I'd rather do right now," he replied. "Maybe later."

Turning around, he and Jonas headed down an alley alongside the tavern.

Victor followed after scruffy and Jonas.

The Count looked at them then sat down at the nearest table to wait.

At the end of the alley, the scruffy man lifted up a manhole cover and he looked towards Victor, while noticing that Count JWolf had not followed. "Only way to Caer Chan Caddug is through the sewers," he said.

Jonas was first to climb down.

Victor followed after Jonas, eyes seeming to brighten in the darkness, as the light reduced the masking of it.

The scruffy man climbed in after them and the manhole cover slammed down after him. After what seemed like a long trek through the sewers, going deeper into the system, they came across a large crack in the wall. It looked just large enough for someone to squeeze through.

"It's a tight fit kid," he said as Jonas began to squeeze into the crack.

Once through the crack, Jonas was happy to see the long wide cavern that led down into the long forgotten old capital city.

Victor worked his way throught the crack, and looked over the cavern that lead somewhere, presumably to the old city.

The cavern spiralled down into the depths of the underground. Down here was just right for vampires and other creatures of the night. The further down the went, the more they began to see of the old city fused into the bedrock.

"So what was it you were looking for again kid?" the scruffy man asked.

"A clan of vampires, which includes my father." Victor replied

"Clans," the scruffy man pondered as the cavern morphed into an old street with ruined houses on each side. "I know just the person to see, hope you don't mind a long trek kid."

The scream of a woman filled the air, seemingly echoing around them.

"Not at all," Refering to the scream, "I take it this is were you feed as well as sleep?"

"Neither personally," the scruffy man said. "I live in a flat near Embassy Square and I never feed down here kid."

The street gaveway to another narrow cavern. The outlines of houses were melded into the walls, twisted like some form of abstract art. There was also the odd twisted skeleton or remenants of a car. To get to where he was leading Victor, there would be some areas that would look inaccessable, but the scruffy man always knew his way around.

"Ah, so who are we going to see?" Victor asked

"An associate," the scruffy man said as Jonas quietly followed behind. "Don't be to upset if he doesn't find anything for you."

"I don't really expect him too, but if theres a chance I could find information, I'll take it." Victor replied

Up a head, the cavern ended in a door. The scruffy man opened it and walked though onto a narrow ledge. Next to it was a wide underground river, a bend took it away from the cavern they had previously been in.

"We're all searching for something," he said. "Our journey ends when we find it."

"True, if you don't mind me asking, how long since you were turned?" Victor asked

"Somewhere over 250 years ago, I lost count decades ago," the scruffy man said. "Not as old as some but alot older then green vamp here."

He looked over at Jonas who just shrugged at him.

"Who's the oldest vampire in the city?" Victor asked as they continued thier walk.

"Wouldn't know kid," he said as they neared the end of the ledge. "There man vampires that are so old their ages have long since been lost in time. Some may be as old as the Gods themselves but I don't believe that."

Soon they had run out of ledge and it appeared that they would have to cross the river.

"The boat should be along anytime soon,"

***

Back at the tavern, the group of vampires watched Count JWolf briefly before going back to their game of pool.

Back at the tavern, the group of vampires watched Count JWolf briefly before going back to their game of pool.

The Count watched the men start their game back up when a idea jumped into his head. It was a bad one, if anything would go wrong but it would be funny one. Right as one of them lined up their shot, the Count moved the ball over an inches using his mind.

"Ah yes, I always forget that vampires have problems with running water, I don't why I can never remember that." Victor said with a grin.

The Count watched the men start their game back up when a idea jumped into his head. It was a bad one, if anything would go wrong but it would be funny one. Right as one of them lined up their shot, the Count moved the ball over an inches using his mind.

One of the vampires slammed his cue against the pool table. "I think we have a force user in the tavern," he said.

"Ah yes, I always forget that vampires have problems with running water, I don't why I can never remember that." Victor said with a grin.


"Well its more a case of theres no bridge and I can't swim," the cruffy man said. "So kid, how old are you?"

"Ah, I'm twenty six." Victor replied

Somewhere in the darkness a light seemed to bob up and down.

"That's young kid," he said. "How long you been searching?"

One of the vampires slammed his cue against the pool table. "I think we have a force user in the tavern," he said.

The Count just started to laughing then centered on the vampire who said it. He started manipulate bloodflow to the vampire's brain. "How are you doing?" he asked.

"Been searching since I was fourteen." Victor replied

The Count just started to laughing then centered on the vampire who said it. He started manipulate bloodflow to the vampire's brain. "How are you doing?" he asked.

The vampire looked towards him. "Who the fuck are you," he growled.

"Been searching since I was fourteen." Victor replied

"Thats a long time to look," the scruffy man said. "Whats your name kid."

The bobbing light seemed to grow nearer.

"Victor, and what is your'se, if you don't mind me asking?" Victor asked

"It's Rube," he said. "Here's our ride."

A boat with a robed figure stood upon it appeared out of the gloom.

The vampire looked towards him. "Who the fuck are you," he growled.

“Count JWolf.” said the Count with a evil grin. “An old vampire and Sith lord.” He stopped manipulating bloodflow to the vampire's brain and watched the group.

"Ah." Victor said as he gazed at the boatman.

“Count JWolf.” said the Count with a evil grin. “An old vampire and Sith lord.” He stopped manipulating bloodflow to the vampire's brain and watch the group.

"Oh a Count, how flash," the vampire yawned.

"Sith you say?" another vampire asked. "You won't be able to come here when King Kurt II takes the throne then."

"Ah." Victor said as he gazed at the boatman.

The boat banged against the ledge, Rube and Jonas climbed aboard and sat down.

"So where does this boat go?" Victor asked

"Oh a Count, how flash," the vampire yawned.

"Sith you say?" another vampire asked. "You won't be able to come here when King Kurt II takes the throne then."

“Oh…Prince Kurt.” said the Count “I have seen better. A Daniel is one of the better then that blue elf.”

“Oh…Prince Kurt.” said the Count “I have seen better. A Daniel is one of the better then that blue elf.”


"A Daniel? There are perhaps millions of Daniels around," the vampire replied as they went back to their game at last. "The sooner Lord Azazel snuffs it the better."

"You should becareful what you say," another vampire said.

"So where does this boat go?" Victor asked

"The other side of the lake," Rube told him.

The robed figure moaned.

"Fair enought." Victor said as he leaned back while the boatman steered the boat.

"So what do you already know about your father and his clan?" Rube asked.

"A Daniel? There are perhaps millions of Daniels around," the vampire replied as they went back to their game at last. "The sooner Lord Azazel snuffs it the better."

"You should becareful what you say," another vampire said.

“I will.” said the Count “Tell what’s his name that I will find Zanaar by myself.” Before getting up and heading back outside. As he walked out, his black light saber was in his right hand hidden by the cloak.

The vampires decided to ignore that request and concentrate on their game of pool.

"My father is suppose to be the head of his clan, as well as a red head, other than that, not much. As to the clan, they are in many ways closer to Dhampir than normal Vampires." Victor replied

"No location, last location or anything like that?" Rube asked.

"As to last location, that was a small town in another nation, as to present location, anywhere." Victor replied

Rube nodded in understanding. "Unfortunately being anywhere makes it harder to track them down," he said as the boat continued to cross the river. "Do you really think he might have come here?"

"He might not have but quite possibly one of the members of the clan may have." Victor replied

Rube nodded. "What makes a clan member stand out from say another vampire?" he then asked. He knew the boat was nearing the bank on the other side of the river.

"Less requirment to blood than most vampires, can withstand limited sunlight, as well as improving in appearnce as they age." Victor replied

"So stick a suspect out in the sun and see how fast the sun burns them?" Jonas suggested, breaking his silence.

Rube hit him around the back of the head at the exact same moment the boat hit the bank. Saying nothing he got out.

The Count exited the Red Crow and started walking around the streets of Exetergrecia.

"As much as some people would love me to do that, if I tried, I'd have all you on my ass before I turn around." Victor said as he got off the boat.

"Sensible kid," Rube remarked. He looked around before heading up to what looked like the doors of a police station. He opened them and headed inside.

They where greeted by a long corridor that was actually lit by electricity.

"This way," he said.

"I see you've modernised this part of the old city." Victor noted

Rube shook his head. "Always been electricity here," he said. "Even before the accident."

"Accident?" Victor asked

"In the early stages of the nations FTL attempts they made an experimental engine," Rube began. "There was an explosion and the city was fused into the bedrock below the ground. The results you see here now."

"Ah." Victor replied as they continued to walk down the corrider.

"Down this corridor is a staircase into a lower level of the old city," Rube said. "Soren is down there usually."

OOC: I'm off for now.

"So you brought me to meet this Soren then?" Victor asked

ooc: alright

Rube nodded as the corridor became slightly twisted. There was another door and they headed inside, a stairwell spiralled downwards into darkness. Jonas followed as they began their descent.

"So kid, where you actually from?" Rube suddenly asked as they entered the lower level.

They now found themselves in a large cavern, all along the walls there were specks of light.

"A town called Havallia in the Jevin province." Victor replied

Rube looked at him and raised an eyebrow under the hat. "And where exactly is that? What planet," he asked.

"Earth." Victor replied

"Long, long way from home then kid," Rube remarked.

Walking out through another door, they ended up in yet another twisted street. Rube looked around before heading for a well lit area.

"So what's this 'Prince Of Vampire' like?" Victor asked as he followed Rube.

"He's not the Prince of Vampires persay, he is just the Prince of this area," Rube told him.

Twisted old lamp posts lit up the street. The houses in the area were livable and in some lights were on.

"I like him," Jonas said.

"He's harsh but fair," Rube told him.

"So the head of his clan?" Victor asked

Rube shook his head. "Head of all vampires in Exetergrecia," he explained. "At least to those clans who accept him."

"Ah, so how did he get to his position?" Victor asked

"The usual way," Rube told him, adjusting his hat slightly. "Violence, threats and a little cash."

From a window a shadowy figure watched.

"No offence but his method of gaining his rank seems more like a mob style power struggle than the methods I've seen more often used amongst vampire lords." Victor replied

Rube just shrugged as he walked up to a door and knocked. "You get into power however which way you want," he told him. "Zanaar wanted to get into that position of power and got it." He paused for a moment before adding. "You don't expect us to vote via elections do you?"

"Not really, most clans I've meet have decide leadership and other similars throught one on one combat." Victor replied "So how much further?"

A slide window in the door opened and two pale yellow eyes peered out.

"Rube," came a gruff voice.

The door unbolted and they were led inside to a very messy living room. The voice belonged to an elven vampire with a blueish-white skin and blue hair.

"Make yourselves comfortable," he said.

Victor took a seat while thinking Elven vampire, now that's something you don't see very often.

"So what might you be here for," the elven vampire asked, looking in Rubes direction.

Rube instead turned his attention to Victor. "Tell him kid,"

"I'm looking for information on a clan of vampire." Victor replied

The elven vampire raised an eyebrow. "Name names," he said.

Jonas had picked up a PC magazine and began flicking through it.

"The clan doesn't have a name persay, thought the head of the clan is named Darian." Victor replied

The elven vampire shook his head. "I need alot more info then that to find a clan," he said, shaking his head. "Do you know how many vampires called Darian there could be?"

"Alright, the leader is a redhead, the clan has less need of blood than most vampires, can stand the sun for limited periods and improve in appearnce as they age." Victor replied

"Narrows it down... slightly," he remarked.

"Soren..." Rube began, casting a glare in the elven vampires direction.

"Fine," Soren sighed. "I'll see what I can fucking do."

He then headed out of the living room and could hear him walking upstairs.

"I take it he likes very specific information?" Victor asked Rube.

Rube nodded. "Don't blame him, your info was very thin," he told Victor.

"Part of my problem in getting info on them is that they tend to kill themselves if captured in a way they couldn't get out of." Victor replied

"Thats just pathetic," Rube remarked. "Real vampires would fight to the death."

"There are ways that can trap vampires no matter how much they want to fight." Victor replied

"There are ways that can trap vampires no matter how much they want to fight." Victor replied


Rube nodded. "It'll probably be a while before Soren can tell you if he's successful or not," he said.

"So what is the plan while we wait?" Victor asked

Rube placed his hands together and put his feet up. "We wait," he said. "Perhaps get some more useful imformation out of you kid."

"Ask away." Victor replied

"Ask away." Victor replied

"Where and when did you last meet your father?" Rube asked.

"Never have." Victor replied

"So you haven't seen what he looks like only that he has red hair," Rube then asked. He was curious, but then this was usually the way vampires would usually treat a dhampir who was their child.

"Seen in flesh, no, seen in pictures, yes." Victor replied

Rube raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a picture on you?" he asked.

"It's not a great picture but yes." He pulles out the picture.

ooc: pic
http://www.prweb.com/prfiles/2004/04/12/118146/markred1.jpg

"Interesting," Rube said. "I shall take this to Soren."

He then left the living room and headed upstairs.

OOC:

Last post for tonight.

"Alright, thought keep in mind that picture is more than 20 years old, and his appearence will have improved in that time." Victor replied

ooc: see ya later.

Drusilia tensed as her Master entered the tavern. She had sensed him, yet distractions being what they were, she hadn't realized he was coming here. Her eyes narrowed in hate when she recognized Aeschia. That bitch of a demon was the sole reason she had broken with Marius, though she doubted if either really knew. Quietly, she slipped from Cyris' grasp and made her way outside in that silent subtle way Marius had taught her so long ago.

Nothing to do now but follow the Sith. He was the only one she could sense, other than her own bloodline. Power veritably radiated from him... And if he was seeking the same goal, perhaps she could leech off a bit of information.

"Alright, thought keep in mind that picture is more than 20 years old, and his appearence will have improved in that time." Victor replied

Jonas looked up from the magazine. "He is to you what my sire is to me," he said. "I don't remember what my sire looked like."

"True, but most vampires tend to have somesort of bond with thier progenitor, I don't, or at least not in the same way." Victor replied

"The bond we share is in the bloodlines," Jonas said and put the magazine down. "Unfortunately I don't know mine, I wish I did."

"Ah, my bond is more in the nature of a need to kill my father." Victor replied

Jonas laughed. "Because of your bloodline," he said.

He then looked up as Rube re-entered the living room.

"It'll be a while," the scruffy man said.

"So what should we do while we wait?" Victor replied

Rube leaned against the the way and looked at Victor. "What do you want to do kid?" he asked.

"What is there to do in this city?" Victor asked

"The old city or the new city?" Rube asked.

"Either one." Victor replied

"Well alot more to do topside but the sun will be up soon," Rube said holding his hands out. "Down here is rather less organised, mostly lairs but also the odd vampire bar."

"As I'm the only one here who can be out and and about in the sun, for your sakes it would better to stay in the old city." Victor replied

"Still plenty enough to do then here," Rube said. "If you're morbidly fasinated enough, you can pick through the ruins of the lab that nuked the place."

"Anything good ever found in the lab?" Victor asked

"Personally I haven't heard of anything," Rube said, cracking his knuckles. "But the rumours are rife of stuff worth selling on the black market."

"Then sure, no harming in looking." Victor replied

"Thats what the stalkers said about Hmiel DN kid, then the mutants got them," Rube said with a sly grin. "Wait here, I have to tell Soren something."

As Rube left, Victor turned to Jonas, "What's the story behind Hmiel DN kid?"

"It's a colony in the M66 galaxy," Jonas explained. "Like the lab here it got a little irradiated and is a no go area. There are these people called stalkers who go there to collect artifacts for large amounts of money. Some tend to get killed by mutated animals or by anomalies."

OOC: Sorry, gotta go.

"Ah." Victor replied

The Count has walked along time, he was on his way back to the Red Crow. Then a beeping noise was coming for inside his cloak. He walked into a dark alley about two blocks away for the Red Crow.

Flipping his right hand over and a holo-gram of a young man appeared. A 26-year-old male wearing black robe with black long hair. His name was Edgar Hart and JWolf started training him in the way of the Dark Side at the age of five. The Count killed his parents and took the kid as his own.

“Master, there is no Jedi temple on this planet.” said Edgar.

“I know that but there is a Jedi on this planet. Prince Kurt II.” said the Count. “Plus, I’m looking for Zanaar. I will find the Jedi later.”

“I will get all the information of both of them I can, Master.” said Edgar.

“Good.” said the Count.

Then he closed his right hand and walked back out of the alley. He started walking back to the Red Crow.

While Drusilia had been trailing the Sith in hopes he might lead to this so-called prince, she hadn't expected him to double back on her. He appeared suddenly around a corner just ahead, and started towards her, back towards the bar. Defiantly, she raised her head, watching him openly with a thinly veiled smile.

The Count walked right passed Drusilia. As he got near her, he said "It's not nice to follow people." Then he stoped and faced her, "That idiot barkeep back for his little trip."

"The barkeep, lord?"

She was uncertain of what he meant. The small smile of amusement elicted by his first statement faded slightly.

"That idiot man who took that ****ing half vampire to see somebody." said the Count.

"You were following them?"

Perhaps information might come sooner than expected. She withdrew her hands from her pockets and crossed her arms gracefully.

"No.” said the Count “But I know they went somewhere.” Then he started walking back to the Red Crow. “I will know where they are in few seconds. Follow me, if you want to see something funny.”

He walked into the Red Crow, the door opened without the Count’s hand touching them. He walked right to the bar and looked at one of the people on the other side. Rising his arms in the air, he send them flying back on the top of the bar. “You’re going to tell where Zanaar is or I will destroy this place.” he said with an evil smile on his face.

She followed silently. The company of a Sith was a rare thing indeed, and not to be missed. She stood behind and to his left in the bar, quietly watching him work with a cruel grin etched into her countenance. Yes indeed... not to be missed. He was certainly better equipped to seek out the answers to their common question, though sometimes the subtelty of a woman had its advantages.

She locked a flickering gaze onto one of the Count's victems. He seemed to be the most weak-minded of the group, and was therefore a suitable target for her particular brand of questioning. But first to see if this more hasty method would yield any results.

"Ah." Victor replied

"Come on then kid," Rube said, he pulled a mobile from his pocket and switched it on. "Soren will message if he finds anything."

He walked into the Red Crow, the door opened without the Count’s hand touching them. He walked right to the bar and looked at one of the people on the other side. Rising his arms in the air, he send them flying back on the top of the bar. “You’re going to tell where Zanaar is or I will destroy this place.” he said with an evil smile on his face.

"Zanaar only appears to you when he wants to," the tall woman said. "No one knows where his lair is other then in Caer Chan Caddug."

Outside the sound of hooves on the pavement and screeching tyres were heard.

"Vampires, we know you are in there," a voice bellowed as the door was kicked open and a petrol bomb was thrown inside, setting the tavern alight.

"Zanaar only appears to you when he wants to," the tall woman said. "No one knows where his lair is other then in Caer Chan Caddug."

Outside the sound of hooves on the pavement and screeching tyres were heard.

"Vampires, we know you are in there," a voice bellowed as the door was kicked open and a petrol bomb was thrown inside, setting the tavern alight.

“Why in the hell did you not tell me that early?” yelled the Count. Then bomb was send flying in the Red Crow. “What the **** was that for?” yelled JWolf, who look nice and clam because we can walk in the sun. Pulling something round for inside his cloak, he rolled it out of the door and into whomever threw the first bomb in. It was a TD and set to the max.

Looking over at Drusila, he said “If you don’t what to go boom, run to the back door.” Before he took off to the back door. Running his shoulder in to the door…….

Drusilia ducked reflexively at the attack from outside, sheilding her face. Shit. It's too early in the night for this.. Staying in one piece seemed like a good idea, so she followed his suggestion without delay, ready to add her own momentum to the door if it resisted.

"Then let's go." Victor replied

"Then let's go." Victor replied

Rube nodded and headed outside with Jonas following.

Outside they waited. Vampire hunters in their dozens, both on horseback and on foot. They watched as the flames took to The Red Cow, waiting for any vampire that came out. The few that did were quickly caught and turned to ash. Any others would soon come out and they were ready for them.

Victor followed the two, "So what do you do during the nights as well as the days?"

"Mostly hide from the sun and sleep during the days.," Rube told him. "During the nights we hunt. Sometimes I like to research."

"How often do you need to drink blood?" Victor asked

"Once or twice a day, depending on the first person you've fed on," Rube explained. "Some vampires get greedy however, but since the population on this planet is nearing four billion no one really cares." He looked around the street before carrying on walking. "Except for the vampire hunters of course."

"That's often, how much do you drink at a go?" Victor asked while they walked.

"Just enough," Rube said.

A group of vampires were stood a round a large dirt area. Once it had been a grass field, but the grass could no longer grow without sunlight. It looked like they were playing cricket.

"Based on what I'm guessing you drink, it could last me most likely over a year. Do you have cricket teams or that just a group of people who like the game?" Victor asked

"Just a few vampires who like to play it to pass the time," Rube explained. "Very unorganised, kind of ametur actually."

"Ah, so who's the oldest vampire in this city?" Victor asked

Rube shrugged. "Who knows, there are some ageless vampires around," he said. "Some claim there are vampires as old as the gods themselves."

"Ah, so what are your favorite activities to do?" Victor asked

ooc: will be gone for awhile

"Read mostly," Rube said. There was the sound of ball hitting bat and some of the vampires yelled. "I find books relaxing."

"What kind of books?" Victor asked

"History books, horror books," Rube said.

The street twisted away into a narrow tunnel, it was just wide enough to walk single file through.

"Horror books, you mean things like Dracula?" Victor asked with a grin.

"No, he hates that book," Rube replied. "I prefer Stephan King."

"Ah, what do you like about King?" Victor asked

"He's a good writer, keeps you in suspence and you can count on his book becoming a film or mini-series," Rube said.

"Ah, I've never like SK's horror style, thought he is a good writer." Victor replied

Outside they waited. Vampire hunters in their dozens, both on horseback and on foot. They watched as the flames took to The Red Cow, waiting for any vampire that came out. The few that did were quickly caught and turned to ash. Any others would soon come out and they were ready for them.

The Count's shoulder impacted with the back door, breaking the door, door frame, and anything on it down. He stopped as the door hit the other side of the alley. "That TD go boom in a little and those ****ing hunters will be gone.”

"Ah, I've never like SK's horror style, thought he is a good writer." Victor replied

"Too each their own," Rube said ans the tunnel spirraled downwards.

***

Several of the vampire hunters created a purple forcefield that contained the explosion from the thermal denonator.

Several of the vampire hunters created a purple forcefield that contained the explosion from the thermal denonator.

"There is the sound I like." said the Count "Now, to get out of here." He took off running out of the alley. Under his lightsaber was in his cloaked right hand, if he needed it.

"How far do these tunnels extend?" Victor asked

"How far do these tunnels extend?" Victor asked


"About another mile or so," Rube told him. "Then we get to the lab."

"Ah, how far down have these tunnels been explored?" Victor asked

"Only down as far as the labs," Rube told him. "Beyond is unexplored."

"How come?" Victor asked

"There's a seemingly unbreakable magical barrier in the way unfortunately," Rube told him as they walked through a tight bend.

"Any idea who put it there?" Victor asked

Rube shook his head. "Believed to be a result of the accident," he explained.

"I wonder why that would happen." Victor commented

"Same reason the whole city melded into the bed rock kid," Rube replied.

"There is the sound I like." said the Count "Now, to get out of here." He took off running out of the alley. Under his lightsaber was in his cloaked right hand, if he needed it.
"Might I suggest we stay out of the main roads for now? I doubt all of the hunters were killed, and I sense company," she growled, looking up at that last bit. Marius was nearby.

"Then I'd have to guess that the engine would use magick of somesort, otherwise a engine blowing shouldn't have magickal effects." Victor replied

"Well depends on what else was in the labs at the time of the explosion," Rube explained. "It's possible that things got mixed in the initial explosion."

"It will be interesting to see the lab." Victor replied

"Might I suggest we stay out of the main roads for now? I doubt all of the hunters were killed, and I sense company," she growled, looking up at that last bit. Marius was nearby.

The Count stopped right over a manhole and turned around, "Well how about be stay off all road on the surface." He used his mutant power to move the metal manhole cover off. "Ladies first."

"Oh definitely kid," Rube replied.

"I take it you've been there, so have you found anything interesting there?" Victor asked

Rube shook his head. "Well only outside, never went in," he told him.

"How come?" Victor asked

"Got called up by Zanaar," Rube replied. "Can't put him off to rumage through a ruined lab kid."

"So you only came down here once?" Victor asked

"Yep, just the once kid," Rube said.

"How come?" Victor replied

"Didn't really interest me to come back," Rube replied.

"Ah, maybe this time there will be something more interesting." Victor replied

"Don't hold your breath kid," Rube replied. "Wait, dhampirs do breath don't they?"

"Yes, we do." Victor replied with a grin.

"Ah, well I could hold my breath since I don't breath," Rube shrugged. "Well clinically, I am dead."

"Well not clinically dead, your brain still functions and when the brain dies it's considered clinically dead, your just physically dead." Victor replied

Rube just shrugged. "Either way I'm dead," he replied. "Watch yourself it gets steep."

OOC: I'm off for now.

"Alright." Victor replied

ooc: Cya

The Count stopped right over a manhole and turned around, "Well how about be stay off all road on the surface." He used his mutant power to move the metal manhole cover off. "Ladies first."
She smirked, but hopped down the hole and caught a few handholds to slow her descent. Quickly, she climbed down the rest of the way and swung herself over the drainage to a utilities walkway. The pipes and tunnels were lit by evenly spaced emergency lighting mounted to the concrete ceiling. Off the walkway up ahead was some sort of dry platform. It looked inhabited. Perhaps a lair or a coven of some sort.

She smirked, but hopped down the hole and caught a few handholds to slow her descent. Quickly, she climbed down the rest of the way and swung herself over the drainage to a utilities walkway. The pipes and tunnels were lit by evenly spaced emergency lighting mounted to the concrete ceiling. Off the walkway up ahead was some sort of dry platform. It looked inhabited. Perhaps a lair or a coven of some sort.

The Count entered the manhole and the lit shut back down. Looking down at the young female, who he did not know her name, he kick off the ladder and did a back flip. He was air born now and he loved it. He land near her and looked around. "What's your name, young one?" he asked, as he started walked towards the dry platform.

"Drusilia, lord. Drusilia von Aust."

As they neared the dry space, she lept onto the platform and looked around. The place was littered with debris of all sorts, some of which had been arranged to form some sort of living quarters.

"Doesn't look like anyone's home.. Do you suppose the hunters found this place?"

Something about that idea just didn't feel right, but she couldn't place her finger on exactly what..

"Well Drusilia, I'm Count JWolf." said the Count "And those hunter think we died in the fire. They don't know we are down here." Looking around the dry space, he said "We will stay here for maybe an hour or two, then head down that tunnel down there."

"I meant before they hit the bar.. But it's a pleasure to meet you, lord JWolf."

As long as they would be sticking around, she might as well scope the area. It smelled faintly of gasoline and blood, a strange combination in these confines. But other than that, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"I just hope my sire doesn't follow us," she growled lightly, with a glance back the way they had come. "I'm in no mood to deal with him or that bitch he drags around."

Satisfied with her preliminary search of the area, she returned and faced the Count.

"Whoever was living here hightailed it out not long ago. There are some remnants of a fire off near the far wall which had been recently extinguished. The ground was still hot."

Damn it all. She heard the manhole cover being removed and knew who it was. So there she stood in the arms of her surrogate "mother," tense and angry. With a growl, she shoved her away, backing up to put distance between them.

"Why are you following me?"

"Stop it. You're weak to show such emotion. And stop following me as well. I'm neither a fledgling, nor your child."

Dru set her jaw defiantly. She had been close to Marius after he turned her, while Aeschia was still away. But when she came back, everything changed. While Marius still cared for her, his attentions were more focused on that woman. And while Aeschia had tried to adopt a motherly nurturing role, it only served to drive a wedge further between the two.

Marius had been strong. He had saved her from the cruelty of her masters. Aeschia retained her emotions, almost human-like at times. And Dru hated the humans for what they did to her as a child, and what they continued to do to her people as a child of the Night.

"Alright." Victor replied


It was steeper then Rube remembered it as he lost his footing on the steep slope and slid down. He didn't know how far he had gone when he slid to a holt, he got up and dusted himself off.

"Shit," he cursed.

"JWolf... it's been an awfully long time. What brings you back here, if I may ask?" Marius inquired.

The Count just looked at Marius and said nothing. His eyes moved over to Aeschia’s and Drusilia’s little talk. After they were gone, he looked over at Drusilia and said "Those are some nut jobs."

The Count just looked at Marius and said nothing. His eyes moved over to Aeschia’s and Drusilia’s little talk. After they were gone, he looked over at Drusilia and said "Those are some nut jobs."
She laughed mirthlessly and allowed the tension to melt away.

"You have no idea."

She laughed mirthlessly and allowed the tension to melt away.

"You have no idea."

"I think both of us are looking for the same person." said the Count "Together we maybe can find him."

"Sounds like a plan. I don't suppose you know any more about him than I do?"

Victor managed to retain his footing where Rube fell, "Are you alright?" He called down to Rube.

"Sounds like a plan. I don't suppose you know any more about him than I do?"

"Nope but I have Hart on it." said the Count then his chest started to beep again. "Speak of the devil."

Flipping his right hand over, the holo-gram of Hart reappeared. "Master, I have found something about that city." said Hart.

"What is it?" asked the Count.

"There is two city in that area. One on the surface and one underground." said Hart. "Downloading the way to the other city right now." The information when to the nano-bots in his brain and to the holo-gram glove. “Got it. Now get back to the other stuff.” The map took over the holo-gram of Hart and showed right where to go.

Then it hit him who that male vampire was. A vampire that he had ran into on other planet. I will deal will him later. he said to himself Can’t have to two ancients running around at the same time. Can we? No, we can‘t.

Looking over at Drusilia, he said “We go down that tunnel then walk 250 yards. After that we will be in the other city.” He jumped over the walkway and down to the tunnel. He looked in for little bit before walking into the tunnel.

Victor managed to retain his footing where Rube fell, "Are you alright?" He called down to Rube.


"I'm fine kid," Rube replied.

"Nope but I have Hart on it." said the Count then his chest started to beep again. "Speak of the devil."

Flipping his right hand over, the holo-gram of Hart reappeared. "Master, I have found something about that city." said Hart.

"What is it?" asked the Count.

"There is two city in that area. One on the surface and one underground." said Hart. "Downloading the way to the other city right now." The information when to the nano-bots in his brain and to the holo-gram glove. “Got it. Now get back to the other stuff.” The map took over the holo-gram of Hart and showed right where to go.

Then it hit him who that male vampire was. A vampire that he had ran into on other planet. I will deal will him later. he said to himself Can’t have to two ancients running around at the same time. Can we? No, we can‘t.

Looking over at Drusilia, he said “We go down that tunnel then walk 250 yards. After that we will be in the other city.” He jumped over the walkway and down to the tunnel. He looked in for little bit before walking into the tunnel.
Another city... That certainly cleared up some of the confusion. In her limited questioning, the local vampires kept referencing the old city. She thought they had been talking about another time, but apparantly some things could be taken literally.

"You knew Marius?" The question was little more than superficial. Marius certainly seemed to think he knew JWolf.

Marius and Aeschia were so high and mighty in their mannerisms... but their affection for each other clouded their vision. All emotions clouded vision. All except anger. Anger brought with it a stunning clarity, snapping everything into focus. She had learned this long ago and utilized it well. They were bringing about their own downfall.

"Want a hand up?" Victor called down.

"You knew Marius?"

"Yeah, I knew him." said the Count walking through the tunnel. "I'm happy I left that planet and now he show his face. Next time, I see him." he took a small pause and added "I will kill him."

"Want a hand up?" Victor called down.

"No, I'm fine," Rube said. "Now hurry up, not much further."

"Alright." Victor replied as he continued down the path.

"Yeah, I knew him." said the Count walking through the tunnel. "I'm happy I left that planet and now he show his face. Next time, I see him." he took a small pause and added "I will kill him."
"You'll get no argument from me. An enemy of his is a friend of mine. The pair of them are deluded and far too human in their mindset."

She followed complacently, scanning the tunnel ahead of them and to either side for unexpected visitors.

"Alright." Victor replied as he continued down the path.

The sudden strench of rotting flesh filled the tunnel, neither Rube nor Jonas seemed bothered by it.

"Gangral lair," Rube muttered.

"Who's?" Victor asked, while he was slightly bothered by the smell, it wasn't worse than other things he had smelled.

"Don't know, Gangral's tend to leave rotting corpses around," Rube explained as the came up to where the tunnel split into two.

Remembering his previous trip down here, he headed down the right tunnel.

"You'll get no argument from me. An enemy of his is a friend of mine. The pair of them are deluded and far too human in their mindset."

She followed complacently, scanning the tunnel ahead of them and to either side for unexpected visitors.

"Yes, an ancient should act like a vampire and not damn human." said the Count. They were about halfway through the tunnel when JWolf stopped and said, "I have to set something up, if those idiot try and follow us."

He got to his knees and putted something for under his cloak. It looked like an old mine for Earth.
A Claymore types mine but it was not from Earth. It was a Conner Ship Systems HX2 Mine from the last galaxy he was sin. He wired it up with a trip wire for somebody to walk by it and set it off. Then placed one on the roof of the tunnel. “There, now he can head forwards.” He contiune to the exit of the tunnel.

"Odd behavior, but it's his life, or should I say unlife." Victor replied as he followed Rube.

"Gangral's are a clan, not a single vampire," Rube told him.

"Still odd behavior but enh." Victor commented as he continued to walk.

"For a Gangral, no," Rube began to explain. "They're a feral bunch, usually they're rural, but some have sinced moved into Caer Chan Caddug."

"Yes, an ancient should act like a vampire and not damn human." said the Count. They were about halfway through the tunnel when JWolf stopped and said, "I have to set something up, if those idiot try and follow us."

He got to his knees and putted something for under his cloak. It looked like an old mine for Earth.
A Claymore types mine but it was not from Earth. It was a Conner Ship Systems HX2 Mine from the last galaxy he was sin. He wired it up with a trip wire for somebody to walk by it and set it off. Then placed one on the roof of the tunnel. “There, now he can head forwards.” He contiune to the exit of the tunnel.
"They won't be back for a while. It's not like them. But that might come in handy for whatever was living in that dry area a while back."

Or foolish hunters.

"Enh, still odd behavior in general." Victor replied

"If it were any other vampire I would agree with you," Rube replied, familiarity was beginning to come through. They were going the right way. "If you ever see a Gangral, you would understand."

"Shall we continue on the way then?" Victor asked

Rube was still walking, "Sure kid," he replied. He took his mobile out and looked at it, nothing yet from Soren and hoped it would still work around the lab.

"So how many clans live in this city?" Victor asked

"Many," Rube said. "Some are very well known, others obscure so it is hard to say exactly."