Shoe Thief

Blood Compact: Vampire Genocide

Hank Miller
12 years ago, New York City

Hank walked up to an apartment in a suit and tie. He was wearing jeans but he didn't have money for real dress pants. He had spent his remaining funds on some flowers and a Ring. He was going to propose to Sarah tonight, they had been dating since he got out of Juvy three years ago. He had to do this tonight though, his unit was getting deployed in two days.

Hank was about to knock when he heard the scream from Sarah's father, Hank's lawyer. "Don't you talk to me like that little girl!" Hank heard a thud from the door. Hank forced open the door to find Sarah on the ground, her father standing over her, his fist had blood on it. "Hank, get out of here, now." Sarah's father told him. "Now! Unless you want to land up behind bars again?" He was drunk, anyone could tell that. Though Hank had locked eyes with Sarah, she was scared, her face was bloody. She mouthed 'Help me'.

Hank looked back at Sarah's dad. "Now!" Hank slowly turned around and started to walk. "Hank... Please come b--" "Thud!" "Shut up!" Sarah's father screamed. Hank could hear her crying, he let go of the door and walked back in. Sarah's dad looked back at Hank "What the fuck do you think you're doing kid?" He spoke. "Leave... leave her alone." Hank stuttered, but he was determined to help her. "And what are you going to do? You can't do shit, you're still on probation. Now leave or you're next."

He turned Back to Sarah who had stood up to run to her room. "Get back here!" her father screamed. By the time her father caught up to her he froze, Hank turned him around with a bloody pocket knife in his hands. He kicked the man down and jumped on top of him, stabbing him over and over. "You enjoy this!? You enjoy peoples pain!?" He kept stabbing the man in the chest over and over until their was more blood on the two then surface for it to be on.

Hank stood up, the bloody knife in hand. Sarah was scared, not scared of her dad, scared of Hank. "I'm... I'm so--" "GET AWAY FROM ME!" Sarah screamed as she ran from the apartment. Hank was now alone, standing over the corpse of the only person stupid enough to defend him.

Now, Kilo Point ruins
Hank grabbed his phone, not many people had his number, even fewer knew who's number it was. Hank picked it up, it was Mithias. "I'm fine, just blowing off some steam. Though you may want to get out of Kilo point, I have Fergus's old toy in the back of Tony's truck here." He laughed a bit.

Hank put the phone on speaker as he kept working. "This this doesn't have the same kick it use to but it will still level what ever's left of this shit hole." he took the tarp off the back and started to set the device.

Blood Compact: Vampire Genocide

Memories! Memories of pain, love, and Nuclear warheads. Oh the good old days.

Blood Compact: Vampire Genocide

Hank Miller

*24 years ago, New York State Juvenal Correctional facility*
A boy, late teens sat in handcuffs in an old jumpsuit. His nose was bleeding and was broken. "Hank? You know how bad you situation is right?" The boy stayed quiet, refusing to make eye contact. "Hank. You turn 18 in two weeks. If you don't improve how you act in these walls the walls you will get throw behind next will be much worse." The boy looked up, still not speaking. "Hank. Come on I can't keep--"

Hank cut off the man. "How's Sarah?" The man was silent for a bit. "She's doing good, she just got accepted into a local collage. She says she can't wait to see you again." Hank smiled, he missed her a lot. "Hank? I know you two like each other, I can tell this. But I can't let my daughter be with someone who's going to be in jail the rest of their life." Hank looked at the handcuffs. "So if I did good in here, you'd let me date her?" The man sighed. "Maybe, it's hard to say. But I can see the good in you Hank, you just got to focus on that." Hank smiled, he had two weeks to fix his life.

*Now, Kilo point remains*

Hank put the truck in park. He needed to take his anger out on something. He still had much anger from his time here on Kilo Point. He figured it would be as good a place as any to set off the nuke. No one was around, and it only carried bad memories. Hank thought of the Irony of the situation, the last person who tried to set off this same bomb had died along with about a dozen others. Now he was here setting it off when he was the one to stop it all those years ago, though now it ws in the form of an I.E.D. instead of a missile.

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Now where to have Hank plant the Nuke?

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@Legion-114@Wraithblade6
I don't believe you, MITHIAS IS CHEATING ON HANK!

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Did I just read vampire sex? Like is that how vampires actually do it?

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@Wraithblade6
Hank: "Depends."

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Hunter is back! Not with the best of situations but Back!

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Their was a nice two story house in a nice peaceful neighborhood; Except for the gunshots that started 2 minutes ago. Hunter ran out the front door, his hunting shotgun in his hand. He had blood on him, he was hurt with his other hand on his stomach. "Shit, shit!" He heard the sirens, they were getting closer. He was still bleeding, but he had to run. No way he could claim self defense with his shotgun and his own pistol on him, over 4 miles from the repair shop that he stored them in. His only hope was he had no direct relation to the people.

Hunter made his way to the ocean, no one was around so he threw in his pistol, and his shotgun as far as he could. Hunter limped down the beach for a couple miles and when he made it back to the resort, Amelia was gone. Did she go to stop him? He had to let her know what had happened, that he had stopped them.

He made it back inside the resort, people gave him looks as he tried to keep the bleeding under control. He made it into the elevator and waited for his floor. His vision was going black, his hearing fading. He was passing out and he knew it. He tried to make it back to his condo but he passed out a few feet from the doors. Out cold, still bleeding.

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So Hank really should have retired after his first meeting with vampires, Like his doctors told him.