Jones Sparrow

The Protectors

IC IS UP!!!

What I plan on doing on my next post is waking up in the morning, so we could do something like what your character experienced during the grocery store attack, then someone can post in the morning with another event Like a vampire or other protector knocking on my door, or another weird incident involving one and they call the sheriff, stuff like that, but you guys can do whatever hahah

The Protectors

The tree branches blocked most of the clear, crisp night, but moonlight did make it way on to the roads. Brooksfield Colorado was a very quiet town. It didn't have much of a population, but it wasn't a completely small town. Warm and cozy looking houses and log cabins lined a coupe of the blocks, with chimneys letting out smoke in to the cool air. There was only one major road that went through the town. The people didn't really get visitors often, most people don't know this place exists...

It was late, and all was peaceful. wildlife made noises, wolves howled... and if you listened closely... you could hear screams of rage from something that doesn't sound human... Nate's Groceries from a distance looked just like the other stores. Closed for the night, silent, and empty, but upon closer inspection you would see the large glass window had been shattered. Inside the light from the meat aisle gave a very eerie feeling. Shelves were knocked down, packages torn apart. There were also moans of pleasure muffled by something chewing and ripping of meat.

Something that looked like a young teenager kneeled over in the corner, devouring raw meat from the fridge. And suddenly it stopped, then turned around. The young face glared around, his face covered in blood, and his eyes slowly turning darker and darker. "Hmmm.... A lot of my kind's death reeks on you... You must be the infamous Sheriff..." The voice said gently, a smile rising on its pale white lips.

From an aisle a man wearing a trench coat stepped out, staring at the vampire. The man looked tough, grizzled man. His eyes were hidden under the shadow of his cowboy hat, the light from the fridge reflected off his sheriff's badge, and resting on his shoulder was a battle worn silver axe. "Those stories you heard of me also should mention that I'm going to give you a chance to turn yourself in..." Benjamin Ford said, staring at the creature, his axe dropping from his shoulder, the corner hitting the floor, his hand gripping the handle.

The young teenager laughed a bit. "You don't scare me, Sheriff... You should be afraid of me. I am immortal, a wolf among sheep... don't let my appearance fool you. I am certain that I am older than you, although not by much..." It said, mocking the old Sheriff.

"One more chance." Ben said simply.

With that, the vampire's eyes turned black as the darkest pit, his already pale skin turning almost translucent, his black veins showing everywhere. His teeth turned razor sharp, and his hands in to claws, and with blinding speed, it charged at Ben.

Although Ben was older than most people in the town, he was extremely fit, and the most experienced in vampire hunting. Ben side stepped, and as he did, swung his arm upward, slicing the vampire's chest, it screeching in surprise. It fell to the floor, Ben turned to it, staring at the horrifying creature, but he knew it wasn't the time to be afraid. The vampire looked down at the blood in terror, then rage at Ben. With a loud bloodchilling scream, it charged at him again. Ben pulled an object from his pocket, and struck it on an aisle shelf, then looked away. A blinding light illuminated the store, and another scream.

The vampire clawed at its eyes, slamming to the ground, barely missing Ford. Ben walked over to the whimpering body, completely surprised at his defeat. This clearly was a newer one. The mature vampires wouldn't even dare challenge Ben in a fight. Ben put a foot on the vampire's chest, raised his axe, and let it fall on the creature's neck.

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Police cars flashed outside of Nate's Groceries. Most of the police force here were apart of the Protectors, the people who swore to protect the town from Vampires. Basically, they were the police of both human laws, and vampire ones. "The body is already in a bag. Get a couple people to clean out the blood, and when we call Nate, tell him it was a Mountain Lion..." Ben said quietly to a deputy, who nodded. "you got it, Boss."

Most of the town had no idea that vampires existed... All they knew that there was some sort of creature out there, and the sheriff did not like it. He could see people peeking out of their windows, but none daring to go outside. It will be the talk of the town tomorrow though. "Sheriff? You were supposed to be off the clock a couple of hours ago... Why don't you get some rest? You do have the first shift in the morning, after all.." A deputy said, giving the man a smile.

Benjamin shrugged and smiled. "I guess you're right... But if anything else happens, give me a call." Ben didn't have a cell phone, but he did have a home one. The deputy nodded. "Night, Sheriff."

"Night..." The old sheriff said, resting his axe on his shoulder again as he made his way down the road, his eyes burning from the loss of sleep. Anyone who knew Ben would say that he is a very nice man, always being there for the town and its people... and that he takes his job very seriously, which concerned his friends. Ben kept glancing around, especially around the treeline of the town. He knew he was being watched by some, because of the screams from earlier. The vampires either respected Ben, or despised him. Luckily most respected him. Although he lost his father to vampires, he put his anger aside and tries to make sure both sides are on good terms.

Ben reached his house. An old wooden cabin that has been added upon from each generation of Fords. It had the basic plumbing and electricity, but only a simple cable television, and other simple items like two armed clocks, and a dial radio. he was old fashioned. As he walked in he placed his hat and coat on a rack, and made it to his room. The cabin was warm, and comfortable, with animal skinned rugs on the wooden floors, and animal fur blankets. Leather couches, old kitchen supplies, and a fireplace in the master living room that provided heat throughout the house. Ben changed out of his clothes, climbed in to his bed in the master bedroom, placing his revolver and axe near him, and fell asleep almost instantly.

The Protectors

Almost done with the IC! Bear with me please, it'll be out in a few minutes!

The Protectors

nice character! Accepted!

The Protectors

absolutely!

and as for the IC it will be up sometime soon! Sorry, I've been a bit busy

Outlaws to the End

awesome! all are accepted!

The Protectors

All accepted!
hahaha and I noticed that too, hopefully it won't be too difficult for people to post as vamps

The Marauders

I completely agree, but like I said, without indication on what's going on, I don't know whats happening with everyone, so I just wait until I hear something from them.

I don't need the full story, or a five paragraph message, but something small and saying "you can go on without me" would do wonders haha

I'm just trying to make sure no ones left out of it

The Protectors

Awesome! You're more than welcome to!

I'll get a IC post ASAP

Outlaws to the End

All accepted!! awesome characters btw hahaha