NationStates Jolt Archive

I rise from my bed, the cold breeze of night sweeping through the open window and chilling my skin. I had not left the window open, but welcome the open invitation.I push the long strands of brown hair back from my cool charcoal eyes as I watch the moon in its full splendor. It might seem strange to watch the moon, but all I have is time. My name is Alira Kade Shentavo, but my rule does not extend over the nation. That rule was seized long ago, and now the nation is in turmoil, searching for a new leader. While my family, though I knew none of them except for Qui, my father, was well respected once, i am the last of their blood, and very well hunted. I do not deny the fact it wasn't well deserved. With the reign Quissera had brought to the nation, I could think of nothing less. I do not care for the past as it doesn't suit me.

Vampires were long since banned from The Three United Empires. There are hunters everywhere, but only the strong have survived. I know for a fact that Lord Armmada is hidden somewhere, silent within the shadows. I miss his touch, but can spare none of mine. I walk down the street quietly. I don't care for this name, I was never a part of it, but the legacy continues with me. While we are outlawed, the majority are afraid of us. It gives me reign where ever I want to go. I've never met a hunter I couldn't kill, nor a vampire.



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Walking the grounds of the old academy, now without any men in overpowered armor, vampire elementals, undead visitors or fallen angels, she sighed. "Four down, three to go..." she muttered, climbing back onto the bike and roaring off away from the Shentavo Academy towards the city.

Blowing into the city, she parked the bike, which was quite stolen, in an alley and left it. Walking the streets with nothing but her clothing and some money, Tatania Skorzeny started looking for the reported last of the Shentavos anew.

I hastily turn the corner into a bar, and make my way across the room. Music is blaring, and lights flash in every direction. I could slip easily through the crowd, so what better a place to be this night. My eyes cast toward the bartender, but it was not one of demand. He was around twenty, perfectly aged. Even through this music I could hear his heart beating. If only he would turn around and meet my gaze.

Charm; it was one of the abilities that was very strong within my bloodline. To charm a person to do your will or otherwise. To make them forget everything else but you. I narrow my eyes. Just turn around…

Tatania went into some no name coffee house and got on the internet. She looked up where most women in the age group she looked for would go. After a few minutes, she left and headed out onto the streets and in only about a half hour ended up in a sleazy bar, a disco and a thrash metal bar. She didn't find anything of interest in either and the last left her head throbbing.

Tatania then wandered into another bar, vowing that if she wasn't in this one, she'd turn in for the night. Moving up to the bar, she took a seat and looked for the bartender. He was busy, so she waited... then something caught her eye. Why was that girl staring at him so intently. It seemed odd when the rest of the crowd was tipsy or worse.

I pause and wait for the bartender to turn around. When he finally does, his blue green eyes dig into mine, and I blink. “Xavier…” I say softly. He is startled at my presence I know. I had left so abruptly. I would have never thought to find him here, nor see him this soon. He pauses, and leans foreword.

“Kade,” he begins, but doesn’t finish his sentence. He makes his way out from behind the bar and immediately slips his arms around me. My muscles relax as I welcome his embrace. It was extremely rare to find one such as him in this land anymore. I crane my neck up to kiss him softly. Hurriedly I grab his hand, the loud music not suiting to my ears. I pull him outside. We turn the corner to a dark alley. The night was young, and a cold breeze rushed through the air. How could he ever be with one like me? He tightens his grip around my waist and kisses me with a passion of a man who had not seen his love for an eternity. I place my arms around his neck and draw him close. His sea green eyes wash over me, and I can’t tear myself away.

A nephilim…in love with a vampire.

She watches the two run out of the building. Then looks around for a bartender. Not seeing any close to her, she deftly vaults the bar and starts mixing her own drink. Then, before the owner can spot her, vaults back into her set and takes a drink.

After she downs the harsh liquid, she heads for the door and out into the night. She walks down the sidewalk by the same alley the two wer in, never bothering to look over as she passed, ticking off the list in her PDA. "Shentavo manison, Shentavo Academy... nothing. Where the hell are you, girl?"

“Kade,” the nephilim said softly as they tore away from the alley to travel down the main road. “You realize very well that if the balance is not restored within this realm, chaos will result. Without a seraph to govern these lands which were created by one, there is no hope.” He let his arm set around her shoulders. He wore black pants and a crisp white, button-down shirt which was standard attire for a bartender. There was something more in his eyes, however. There was something in his eyes that was a sure tell tale, he didn’t need this job. Two strands of white hair fall in the front and hit just below his chin, while the rest is cut at about a two inch length.

Kade looked around the same age with paler skin and dark auburn tresses that fell to her waist. Her moonlight gray eyes sparkled. “I realize. I am not preting with Shekinah, however. There is no possible way I could survive. I can pret with you, and you are a half blood of the seventh tier. I am not able to bond with a full blood seraphim of the first tier. It is impossible.”

“Well, not completely impossible. You do have Ravelyn’s blood within you…”

“Oh, hell. I’m not Ravelyn. I don’t want people to expect that of me. Besides, you walking with me is a danger enough. If someone sees me with you, you could be in danger. Vampires are not well liked in this nation any longer.”

“So they are going to kill a nephilim? That is unlikely.” He chuckled a bit, and brought her closer. “I don’t mind risking it. The consequences are worth it.”

Tatania walks slowly down the street, brushing off cat-calls and comeons, as they happen. One had enough nerve to try and grab her. She swiveled, broke his forearm with a palm hit, then took him to the ground and kicked him hard in an uncomfortable place.

"You fight worse than a necromancer!" she said to him, loudly. Her voice echos down the alleys, as does the report of a gun. She left the casing, as well as a note attached to the body. A casulty in the hunt for the last Shentavo. Most likely not the last. As she kept on walking, she felt better, having rid the streets of one more piece of filth. And she allerted her target, who would probably find out the next time the news aired.

The two arrived back at a small apartment on the east site of Summerset. Xavier opened the door, and set his jacket down on the floor. The apartment was very bare, only a few essentials and it was all standard. He flicked on the TV, and both sat down on the couch, Alira settling herself in his arms. It wasn’t often they had a moment of peace together. The news flashed on, and Xavier’s grip tightened as both of them heard the report. Another had been killed. The death meant nothing to Kade; however, they would eventually catch up to her.

“I can’t take anymore of this running”, Alira Kade said softly, “I could take on these hunters with my back turned. They don’t know who I am, and when they find out, it all ends the same way.”

Is it time for another call? Xavier said without moving his lips. I’ll be fighting with you. It should suffice for a few years until the next round of hunters gain enough guts to take on a vampire with such a name. He smiled lightly. For such a brilliantly gentle man, something was deeply dark about him. No one is going to threaten you any longer.

“Let’s take them out then,” Kade said, and picked up the phone. Her fingers punched in the numbers, and she heard the number dialing. She placed the phone up to her ear.

“Hello?” the voice questioned.

“The last Shentavo will be at Celeste Church on the corner of Birch and Rowley in a half hour. Make sure no one enters unless they are prepared for a fight. I guarantee personally, that anyone who steps in that church will not be coming out alive.”

“Who the hell is this? Is this your idea of some joke?” the woman on the other line accused, irritated at this late call. She frantically typed at the desk of her KBN workstation.

“Well, my last name is Shentavo,” Kade said with a bit of a laugh, and hung up the receiver. She switched the TV off and looked to Xavier. He nodded. The report would be on the television in less than five minutes. The Shentavo name traveled quickly around here, and nearly any other nation. They made their way into the back room, and weapons lined the wall. These weapons certainly were not of standard make. The nephilim began to remove his shirt, and Kade removed her jacket. There certainly was no shame between the two. As Xavier removed his shirt, Kade eyed the angelic markings over his body. She knew that the product of a human and an angel was not the purest of bloods, but the ethereal essence never died. She ran her fingertips over the symbols casually, and proceeded to walk to the wall, and take up a set of katars.

The katar is notable for its horizontal hand grip, which results in the blade of the sword sitting above the user's knuckles. Typically, katars were used in close range hand-to-hand combat, which is effective in armour piercing. The blade was often folded and corrugated for additional strength. This set of katars has a mechanism responsible for making the blades split. This happens when the user pulls the hand grips together. This feature is often used to inflict a greater damage to the enemy, having the blades splitting inside of them and slashing their insides. The Katar is unique because to stab an opponent one has to punch instead of thrust, unlike when using a regular knife or dagger. This leads to much more acrobatic fighting styles. It is more like an extension of the fist than a dagger, and it seems more natural to attack and defend with a katar. This particular set was called Angel Katarmaars, made with an enochial script on either side. They were her weapon of choice. She hooked one on either hip of her belt, and shifted the lycra fabric of her black tank top. There was a crimson and silver amulet around her neck, the last blood stone. There were three previously, but the locations of the other two vanished with the disappearance of Quissera and Ravelyn Shentavo.

As she looked to Xavier, she closed her eyes. He was cringing, and she knew that he was preparing to expose his race as a nephilim. He opened his eyes, and pulled on his white coat. The two contrasted. Her pale skin with his lightly sunkissed; her dark hair and his white; her black attire and his alabastor. Xavier smiled lightly, and took two pistols from the wall. He locked them at either side. He chuckled a bit, “Gunkata…” Kade returned his expression. Xavier was certainly skilled with shooting weapons, but as any vampire would have it, tradition took over, and blades were a better choice. Kade took his katana from the wall, and set it at her side next to her right katar as Xavier continued to take his ammunition. Both walked out, side by side, and headed toward Celeste Church. Camera crews were blaring down the street, but they arrived just before. The church was empty, and knew that the moment they set foot within the church, the broadcast was being aired. They closed the door behind them. Xavier vanished, and Kade took up a position in front of the pews at the altar, and sat waiting.

Tatania walked up to the church and looked at it. She also looked at the news van across the street and drew out a pistol, checked it and placed it back in it's place at her side. It was all for their benefit... the Skorzeny family had a flair for showboating. She then drew out a sword from the back of her coat. It was a machete, of a sort. She pushed the door of the church open and walked inside, ignoring the flashbulbs and shouted questions.

She stared down the rows of pews at the girl not that far from her own age. She walked down the center aisle, as she wasn't attacked immediatly, speaking softly. "You're hard to track, Shentavo, but it was worth it to see that the bloodline still lives." She grins, stopping in teh middle of the church. It was obvious she was merely a human. A very, very cocky human.

Alira chuckled a bit as the woman entered. The door locked behind her. It would be one hunter at a time. She enjoyed toying with them for the trouble they cause. Alira stood, her pale skin illuminated by the light trailing through the stained glass windows. Her red eyes narrowed. The ancient clearly didn’t like her attitude. She took one step forward, her footsteps making barely a sound. Tatiana Skorzeny, a male voice said, but the location was unable to be determined. Most recent kill was two hours previous, later identified as Cladius Vivasec. Race: human. The voice laughed eerily.

Alira smiled. “A human? Oh how wonderful. I do not recognize the name though. I was expecting bigger hunters to make their way out of the catacombs tonight. Sad to start off with one so small.” She drew her katana, and waited. “Well, now that you have fulfilled your quest in finding the last Shentavo, you can die in piece.” She sighed softly, and opened her mouth, her fangs becoming clearly prominent.

Tatania just started to laugh at her. "If you want to kill me, you're quite welcome to try. You'll find us SKorzeny's are hard to get rid of. My great grandfather smuggled Mussolini out of Italy. Pain in the ass for the Allies..." She smirks and raises the machete up into a defensive stance.

"Before we start, I just want to let you know that I'm only the messenger. The Beast, a creature of darkness and ice, sent me to see if the rumors of you were true. After this is over, you may want to contact him in Crimmond. He's quite curious about you. He was there the night Ravelyn awoke from that stone." She steps forward, grinning still. "Now where were we?"

Alira chuckled. “My grandmother nearly caused the apocalypse of our nation and several others, closed a hell dimension, and still managed to avoid split ends.” She smirked sarcastically, and drew her katana. “I really don’t care who you work for, but seeing as you’ve come to kill me, go ahead and try. You obviously haven’t fought one of my bloodline, or even see what we are capable of.” She matched Tatiana’s sharpness and arrogance. There was a difference, however, because she held the trump card, and she knew it.

Tatiana felt a tightening around her neck. Though it was not enough to cause any blockage of air flow or handicap, it was a reminder. “Go ahead. Take your best shot.” There was fire within her eyes, and a deep heat within her body. Now, a trademark of the Shentavo bloodline.

Tatania cleared her throat. "Fine... I'm expendable, after all. But next time, he'll come in person." The smirk drops and in half a second, the gun comes up and she fires a single shot. If her aim was true and Alira didn't leap away or something, it would strike the blade of her katana, hopefully breaking it.

It was then that a numerous amount of gunshots were heard. They did not come from Tatiana or Alira. A figure dropped from the roof of the church, black wings spread out behind him and garbed in white. Two strands of white hair fell before his face, longer than the rest. His light eyes focused on Tatiana as he fell between his vampire and the hunter. The nephilim fired off at her, taking the bullet in his shoulder, and gritting his teeth. Alira stood behind Xavier, a bit surprised that he had taken a bullet for her, and in some way she wasn’t. The future telekinetic teacher’s black wings drew her attention. They were beautiful.

“Get the hell away from her,” he sneered. “Who the hell do you think you are? And that her death wouldn’t have drastic effects!” He yelled as he continued to fire off rounds at the girl as quickly as he could. “I won’t let you harm her.” Warm crimson blood trailed down from the wound as the bulled beaded to the surface.

As the other rounds went off, Tatania dove behind the pews, grabbing the disgarded gun again. "Who do I think I am? I'm Tatania Skorzeny, Crimmond Imperial Inquisition. And a general pain in the ass for hire." She removed a smoke gernade from her belt and tossed it down the center aisle, the small thing pumping out a bluish cloud. As that happens, she takes out a syrenge and injects herself with a liquid.

Two more shots rang out... as did the unmistakable sound of shattering glass. She ran for the now shattered satined glass window... just because she was expendable didn't mean she wanted to be expended. She was fast, for a human, but not fast enough, as a bullet slammed into her arm. SHe falters, but doesn't stop running. Extra adreneline pumping through her, she dives for the window.

ooc: :headbang:If he doesn't put more effort or actually make some understandable contributive role play, i'll tear out his voicebox...*raises her eyebrow and her red eyes flash as the ancient settles back down at her computer screen*

IC:
Kade curses under her breath and darts past Xavier, rushing after Tatiana. “No you don’t…” she said under her breath. She narrowed her eyes jumped into the air, her vampiric abilities allowing her to land on one of the rafters. She ran along the narrow surface toward the girl. Xavier locked his eyes on the girl and raised his hands. You’re not going anywhere. The telekinetic professor focused his energy on her, in an attempt to stop her from exiting, and trying to pull her form back into the church.

OOC:Okay, sorry, I'm tired when I post, deleting...
It was supposed to be a skaven who actually had a shred of love for his birth mother, but some vampires came in and slaughtered the warren. So he kills people for no real reason to make his anger less. But now, he chanced upon a possibility for peace at last with this open hunt...

Slams down onto the window ledge, broken glass cutting through her clothing and into her flesh. She tries crawling out but can barely hold her own against the telekenetic pull. She sees the camera crews across the street as she lets go of the sill and slides back inside.

Trying to stand, the gun slips from her hand and clatters along the floor. She looks down at her blood soaked clothing and the bullet wound through her shoulder. Even an adreniline filled Inquisitor, trained to endure pain that would cause death in others, in the prime of life, can only lose so much blood and endure so much stress. Turning, she flops down onto a pew, before looking up at the last of the Shentavo, to at least face her killer, even if she couldn't stand.

Xavier lessens his pull as he feels her weakening. His face is emotionless as he watches Alira jump from the rafter above, and land before Tatiana. Alira’s face is lit by the moonlight shining through the broken stained glass window. She tilts her head and observes the girl, so helpless in this situation. Her blood spattered clothes awakened an inner demon within Alira. She eyed the crimson liquid with an unquenched thirst. Her scarlet eyes sparkled. “How does your arrogance hold up now? So quick were you to jump at the chance to kill another vampire, you forgot to check your surroundings. That is a terrible, terrible mistake. Once you heard his voice, you should have known there was another one here. Even if so, you should be wary around our kind. Our kind is unlike the others you encounter.”

The nephilim crossed behind Alira, and wrapped one arm around her waist. Two shadowy forms had appeared on Xavier’s back, unfurling out to beautiful black wings. He bent his head and grazed his lips across her shoulder. Alira pulled away for a minute, and bent down over the girl. “Tell your master this,” she said softly. “If he is looking for a fight, and sends his minions, they will perish. If he comes to face me himself, then his death will be a brutal one, for it isn’t just me he faces…it’s the nephilim.” She looked toward Xavier, who had a coy smile upon his face, reloading his guns. Alira bent in close, and kissed Tatiana on the lips. Unlike other vampires, she heard within her head. I won’t kill a young girl when she is defenseless .

Alira stood up and turned to Xavier. There was no way they were getting out the front door. He nodded to her, and contracted his wings, setting foot on the broken window frame. He reached out his hand. Alira jumped back up into the rafters, and jumped toward the window, landing and then letting her hand fall into his. Both jumped down onto the sidewalk, while the camera’s remained on the front door.

(OOC: Checked with Rave and got permission to join before I posted this.)

The escape went unnoticed by almost everyone in the large crowd. Clustered around the front doors of the church, they waited breathlessly for a victor to emerge. The sounds of combat had diminished and were gone, and everyone wondered who, if anyone, was about to come out and declare themselves the winner. The news people babbled random filler for the benefit of the cameras, trying to keep their audiences fooled. A few bolder souls suggested trying to force the door and find out if anyone had even survived.

Almost everyone was fooled. Almost.

One woman broke away from the crowd and began walking away, apparantly bored with waiting for the victors to emerge. Little attention was paid to her, given the fact that she was obviously a foreigner, and the locals had more interesting matters to watch. If one foreigner was bored by their activities, who cared?

The foreigner had long blond hair, pulled back into a low maitenance ponytail to keep it off her face. Her skin was tanned from the hot, humid tropics of her homeland, though likely few if any people here were familiar with the nation of Glorious Humanity. She had an athletic build with lean muscle along her arms and legs, nicely proportioned all around. Her clothing consisted of blue pants, white tennis shoes, and a sleeveless white shirt covered by a light blue windbreaker to protect her arms from the evening cool. Her face wore a light coat of makeup, just enough to accentutate her features, and she wore small diamond stud earrings in her ears. Only one other feature made her stand out, and this was unusual enough to draw a few curious looks: despite the fact that it was nighttime, her eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses.

This detail wasn't interesting enough to hold anyone's attention for long though, what with the action in the church to consider. She easily got away from the crowd and circled around the side of the church, her senses telling her that that was where the two were. Moving casually to avoid drawing unwanted attention, she strolled around the side as if only looking for a better view, or perhaps trying to peer into a window. As soon as she was around the corner, she picked up the pace, walking quickly, hoping to catch a glimpse of the pair that had piqued her curiousity and brought her out here on this night.

She saw them, exiting through the shattered stained glass window. Just the two of them; that suggested the hunter's fate. She stood at the corner, watching them, pulling her windbreaker a little tighter around her as a slight breeze ruffled her hair. She didn't move for a few seconds, and both Alira and Xavier felt a very light brush against their minds, not intrusive, not offensive, more to establish familiarity than anything, it felt like. The woman was not visibly armed, and she did not seem to be associated with the hunter they had just handily dispatched.

She watched for a few moments more after the touch on their minds, then she brushed an errant strand of hair from her face, turned on her heel, and strode away up the street.