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Location: The Church
Tags: Lilith (@dragonbutts), Nicole (@Silence Sounds), Father Luca (@Metronome)


Wyatt sized up Father Luca as he entered the room, the man was not at all what he expected, and he looked nothing like the other men of faith involved in vampire hunting. Truthfully, he didn’t look like he’d last more than a minute against a hungry vampire and he certainly carried himself like a priest more than like a hunter. Lilith addressed the man first, letting some questionable language slip out in front of the Father. Wyatt managed to not audibly chuckle at the exchange, but by the time Nicole let out a ‘speak of the devil’ he was smirking slightly. His mother had been a relatively faithful Irish Catholic so it would take more than a doe-eyed priest to make him lose composure. Just from looking at him Luca seemed much more laid back than the fire and brimstone preachers that he normally encountered while hunting or during his youth. Nicole requested, not for the first, nor he would guess, for the last time, that he call her simply Nicole rather than Miss Jackson. ”Is that a request or a command, ma’am?” He half joked in response.

”Father Luca, it’s great to finally meet you, glad we’re able to help with you, Wyatt paused for a brief second before adding, ”infestation.” He said, greeting Luca before following him and the others to the side chapel to discuss business. He also gave Lilith a gentle nudge as they walked. “Hey, I’m sure years of vampire hunting more than makes up for swearing in church. I mean, probably at least…” He joked to Lilith in a hushed tone.




Location: Vampire Manor
Tags: Kyle (@Metronome), Seb (@dragonbutts)


Bas nodded in agreement as Kyle explained the strike at the post office. “I remember the good ol’ days when the fat cats would get out of line, heads would roll, and revolutions would bring bloody chaos to entire countries. All that adrenalin puts a nice flavor to the blood, makes for some real good eatin’.” Bas rambled on, losing himself for just a moment in his memories. He took a long drag on his cigar and allowed the ash to fall to the floor. He vaguely remembered someone asking him not to smoke in the house but couldn’t recall who or even if they were still around. Quite a few vampire’s he’d known had come and gone from their coven. Kyle was flipping through channels on the television and Bas was far too restless to be interested in television.

Daytime was boring, this town was getting stale, and Bas growing sick of blood bags and animals. He wanted a hunt, or a fight, or something new to do, he hadn’t done anything new for a while. Kyle had paused on the Animal Planet channel, a lion or something was hunting its prey and Bas faintly wondered if it would draw too much attention if he tried to break into the zoo and sample some of the more dangerous exhibits. That would probably cause the rest of the coven to get even more annoyed with him, so then he wondered if there were any bears nearby. A bear hunt would be exciting, hunting other predators was always more fun than deer or some other prey animal. He threw the rest of his cigar into the kitchen sink and headed back towards the study. For now, he’d have to be content with poking a different bear.

Recently they had added another vampire to the coven, one who was practically as old as dirt and who shared his name. Seb, or Sebby as he hated to be called, could usually be found trying to be alone in the study and Bas always found amusement in messing with their new ally. He knocked hard on the door to the study, ”Hope you got yer pants on Sebby.” He announced before throwing the door open and strutting in, one could never be too careful when living in a house full of lonely vampire bros. The study was one of the more boring rooms in the manor, full of dusty old books and equally old and dusty junk. He wandered around the room a bit, touched one of the old knick knacks on the book shelf which subsequently fell and broke, and pretended, fairly poorly, like he was looking for a book. He opened a few books, closed them loudly, and put them back on the shelf. Bas seemed to have a talent for making more noise than was necessary no matter the situation. ”Whatcha up too? He asked the vampire who seemed to be sitting in a chair literally doing nothing.
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Eli shrugged at Jessica’s suggestion at rationing the cigarettes. “I could always steal us some more.” He offered and flashed a mischievous grin. Then with the rest of the group all gathered in one room, and Jess standing in the midst of all of them she took her place as de facto leader. He was fine with that, it was a burden he would never want for himself, and although he didn’t know her all that well he thought she seemed like good people, he got a good vibe from her at least. She had nervous energy, he could tell she wanted to do right by them, and he decided he trusted her. Not that he had much of a choice whether or not to trust his fellow “chosen” anyway, they were all kind of stuck in the same boat and he had to make the best of it.

She mentioned wanting vengeance on the people who did this to him, and training for that eventual goal. He truly hadn’t thought about that, first his focus was survival, then escaping the facility, then focused on survival again. Before now vengeance was never really his way but no one had ever basically kidnapped him, used him as an experiment, and planning to force him to fight other teenagers to the death before either. Then he thought about how if they had done it to them they would either try and recapture them to continue their plan, start a new batch of experiments, or maybe even both. They had to train to make sure they weren’t taken back, they had to stop the people who did this from doing it to anyone else and as for vengeance, well, hadn’t they kind of earned that through their suffering?

She opened up the floor for any suggestions, and Eli, personally felt that gathering some supplies should be high on their list of things to do today. “Well, if everyone else is down for some vengeance I am too, and I agree we need to train. We need to make sure we’re strong enough to take on a shadowy government agency if, or when, I guess, they come after us. Right now, though, we need food and water, maybe some other supplies and definitely more cigarettes. We’re gonna have to steal, either the supplies or some money. I’ve got some experience with both but I’m open to suggestions if someone has a plan for it.” Eli said, offering his assessment of the situation.

Location: The Church
Tags: Lilith (@dragonbutts), Nicole (@Silence Sounds)


The quiet ambiance of the church was broken by a sharp and lively voice, just a notch or two above what was normally acceptable in a church, and with a noticeable Texan accent. Wyatt’s first reaction was to smile as he recognized the voice saying his name; Lilith, an old friend, fellow hunter, and a face he hadn’t expected to see again. He turned to face her, and although genuinely happy to see her, he doubted that he was able to hind how much it hurt as well. She’d been a good friend of his late wife, someone he’d known when he thought there was a chance for him to have a normal life, just as he was trying to leave the hunter life she was running towards it and clearly, she’d kept that up. When it came to hunters Lilith was a breath of fresh air, someone who managed to keep things light and bearable even when the shit got heavy. Seeing her was also a reminder of everything he had lost and everything he didn’t want to think about, while painful, it was a pain he’d gladly bare to work with someone he knew he could trust. He hadn’t seen her since she left Texas, and he wasn’t sure if she knew of Jenny’s death or not but he all but prayed that she already did and that she wouldn’t bring it up. He didn’t want to have to talk about it, certainly didn’t want to have to break that news to her, and didn’t want to be distracted when there was work to be done.

“Lilith Westbay, as I live and breathe, it’s good to see you.” He said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and doing his best sound happy to see her, it was, after all, no fault of hers that brought back painful memories. It dawned on him that he’d never tried to get in touch with her after she left, even after he went back to hunting himself. He wished he had; he used to be good at keeping in contact with other hunters, but after Jenny died he’d been mostly a loner, avoiding anyone who might want to talk about something other than hunting or sports. He wasn’t exactly sure what else to say and was pretty thankful when another familiar face showed up.

Nicolette Jackson, another hunter he’d worked with before, or rather worked for as she was a natural leader, entered the church and approached them. Wyatt was relieved, no time for awkward small talk now, hunters were gathering and the conversation would soon be about hunting vampires, a topic he was much more comfortable with. Miss Jackson, looking forward to hunting with you as always. Wyatt said with a nod, he almost always addressed her as Miss Jackson, feeling that it just felt like the more respectful way to address a leader. He looked around the church again but still saw no sign of the priest who had replaced Father Walter.

“Can’t say I’ve seen Father Luca around, maybe we should look around?” He suggested. Luca had be around somewhere and he was more than ready to find out more information on why they had been called here. “Either of you know much about what’s been going on here? I was able to dig up a few articles about mysterious deaths before I left but they didn’t give me much information over the phone.” Wyatt asked the other two hunters. He wondered what they were dealing with here, just a vampire or two, or something more like a major nest.





Location: Vampire Manor
Tags: Kyle (@Metronome)


Sebastian preferred to embrace the campier aspects of vampire lore, and one of those things meant choosing to sleep in a coffin. He found it both amusing and strangely comforting to be inside a coffin, plus the obvious bonus of not accidently getting burned when the sun came up should he forget to draw the curtains. Although he had gone through many ridiculous coffins through the years his current one, and favorite by far, was an official KISS Kasket, a coffin decorated with images of the band KISS and officially sold by the band. His room also featured a huge flat screen television and speaker system, a record player and several selves of records, an Xbox, PlayStation, and several games. His walls were decorated with posters of punk and metal bands, various different pirate flags and swords, and framed movie posters. His room also featured a few bottles of rum, a pinball machine, mini fridge with blood bags, and black leather couch; a room that looked like it was designed by a college kid and not a three hundred and something year old vampire.

Where some vampires gained class and sophistication with their years Bas went another direction. He went all in with whatever the pop culture of the time was; entertainment, fads, and cool gadgets interested him so much more than fine art, scientific achievements, and education did. Sure, he was now slightly more enlightened than the illiterate bastard raised in a brothel that he once was but he still preferred what many would consider low brow things. Bas was also a bit of a cheap bastard when it came to spending money, at least with most things, but especially with clothes. His car and coffin had both cost him a pretty penny, as had some of the records in his collection, but for day to day items such as clothing, cigars, or even fun human gadgets he’d go for cheap or try to steal them. He grew up poor and liked to horde his money just in case, he never wanted to have to worry about it again.

Upon rising he mixed himself a drink using blood he’d stolen from the hospital which he kept in his mini fridge in his room. His favorite blood type, A+, with its robust, savory, and full bodied flavor needed no alcohol mixed into it for it be palatable. Type O’s and just about every animal blood in the area however was downright disgusting straight up and he almost always needed to mask it’s taste with rum. Today he drank his blood straight from the blood bag like a thirsty child devouring a Capri Sun pack. After his breakfast, he rummaged through his dresser until he found a cigar, which he cut, lit, and smoked. Having had a good rest, a solid meal, and now happily smoking, he wandered through the coven house looking for something to do. He noticed light from the library, which was usually occupied by the other Sebastian, or Old Seb as he preferred to call him. He briefly thought about bothering him for fun but got distracted when he heard Kyle enter the house.

Now at first, he wasn’t sure about Kyle, he seemed very white bread boring when they first turned him. He was too nice, didn’t swear enough for Bas’s liking, and drank beer that Bas found to be overpriced. But then Kyle had proved himself excellent at both Frisbee golf and Call of Duty and had given Bas a very nice bottle of rum which had made him decide that Kyle was most definitely a solid dude.

“Kyle, man, how’s it going” He asked once he made his way to the manor’s front door. Kyle, for some weird reason, had decided to still work at the post office which to Bas seemed like the most boring and mind numbing activity for a vampire. He made sure to stand in the shadows, away from any light that might try and sneak through the door. Luckily it looked like a gloomy day outside, that was good, maybe he could find something to do today outside the house.





Massachusetts was much further east than Wyatt had ever been, the winter here was almost as bad as those he’d experienced in Alaska as a kid. He didn’t care for the cold, he’d spent most of his time enjoying the heat of the south of the desserts of the west coast. He drove a beat up blue ford pickup truck, a simple vehicle that could carry his stuff and weapons as well as handle the New England snow. He kept most of his belongings in his truck, he liked to be ready to go at a moment noticed, the quicker he got the vampire’s the quicker he could put a stop to them.

He still kept his father’s old flip phone, one that various contacts of his father could still use to get ahold of him. His father had known Father Walter, so when Father Luca had called for hunters to help his town, Wyatt responded, having just taken out a vampire nest just outside of Las Vegas he drove for days until he hit Massachusetts. Finding the small town of Middleborough had been a bit of a challenge but eventually he rolled into another quaint small town that vampires seemed to love.

The church was easy to find, it was probably the largest building in town and the roads around it where well paved, Wyatt easily found street parking and shut the truck off. He thought for a second about grabbing a gun or two to hide on his person, just in case, but it was still light out and bringing guns into a church seemed kind of wrong. He of course had some knives and stakes hidden on his person but he wasn’t fool enough to go anywhere completely unarmed.

He locked up the truck and put the keys into his back pocket. Wyatt’s boots crunched in the snow as he crossed the street to the church. A crisp wind cut through his flannel shirt and the inside of the church was only somewhat warmer than the outside. It was fairly empty, at least compared to the churches he’s seen during his time in Texas, but then again it wasn’t Sunday. His eyes searched for a man of the cloth but he did not immediately notice Father Luca. While he waited, he paused in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary, head bowed he silently said a quick prayer for his late wife, Jenny. Wyatt had lost his faith in a higher power a long time ago but Jenny hadn’t and he figured it couldn’t hurt if he was going to be inside a church anyway.
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