Cupid wanted in on Deon's plan, and with reason. This whole thing was a gamble, Deon would want the same thing. But until things were more finalized the less people that knew the full plan the better. But he would be more then willing to share how Cupid plays into this. "
Cupid, I need to say right off the bat that if it seems I am keeping things from you, it is because I am. Sadly this is a very delicate situation. I will inform you what I can, but until more dominoes fall, there is only so much information I can share with each key player." Deon started working his way to the exit, though speaking to Cupid as he walked. "
I will starts with basics though, mortals have three major advantages over us. One being their numbers, two being their bullets, and three being their will to survive at all cost, their innovation sort of speak. Which sadly we vampires lack because we more or less live forever." Deon looked at his watch, he needed to make sure everything went according to plan.
Deon would continue part of his plan as he walked along. "
To put mortals in their place we need to remove at least two of these advantages. Removing their.... creativity will be more effort then it is worth. SO we have to remove bullets and population from the mix. Even out the ratio more. I was hoping for a five to one ratio. Maybe up to a ten to one, that could be manageable depending on our remaining forces after the conflict. But to reduce the mortal population, especially to that ratio we need to remove a key fixture that defines humans in these modern days. Bullets. We need to rid the humans of what ammunition they may have stored away for use, for each other, for anything. Once that is out of the way they will be no match for what ever remains." Before Deon made it back to the elevator he stopped at another container, this one was wooden. "
I have set up a plan, so that we won't need to worry about their bullets for much longer. The longest it should take is maybe two years. Then we can cut through the entire planet, with Father leading the way." He paused, and looked down on the crate, it was about three feet in thickness, width, and height. Though any vampire could smell that there was a strong yet strange smell inside of it. It smelled like death, it smelled worse then death, it smelled like... pure evil. "
Before, when Father was weak, he was taking down by a mortal. Van Helsing. But Father was weak then, at that time his presence was known so feeding was... difficult. Times were different then. Now?" He smiled and looked at Cupid. "
We're going to bring Father back here to the city, then we're going start thinning the humans, and their supply of ammunition. Once they are spread thin, we will awaken Father."
The power soon cut out. Deon was expecting something like this eventually, but this building was meant to run off separate from mortal utilities for years to come. Though all the systems were new, never used. It would take time, only a few minutes to turn the lights and other utilities back on. "
The city power in this area is relatively stable, and if it was something outside of just this building the back up generators would have kicked on sooner. We have guests." Deon grabbed his hand cannon from under his coat. "
Feel free to join me, but I understand if you don't want to. As long as you help with getting Father's remains back to the mainland, I don't care what else you decide to do." And Deon worked his way down to Mithias's cell. The building was still in a testing phase, there was nothing worth breaking in for other then Mithias and the chemical weapon, which only him and the once scientist he had working on it knew about. So he worked his way downstairs. He only needed to buy enough time for the response team to get into place. Anyone that tried to leave the building other then Cupid and Deon would be executed on sight. His staff were all handpicked, some because of skills, others because of connections, but Deon was focused on Quality for this state, not quantity.
Kathryn could tell Mithias was trying to convince her to not try and break him out, but what else could she do? How long could she stay in hiding? Her father could recover sooner or later. And with that, what will Deon do once he realizes that he turned Kathryn due to what her father had done all those years ago. But not only had this man been trying to get her to stop risking her life, he wanted to make small talk? So she gave in, as far as anyone knew she was already leaving the building anyways. "
I'm Kathryn, but most people call me Kat. As for why I am trying to save your ass, Deon Erickson is a total dick-wad who needs to learn to control his emotions and take punishment." She sat in the chair across from him, he seemed a lot more passive them most people made him out to be. Propaganda both positive and negative did tend to do that though. "
Though, I have more selfish reasons for wanting to bust you out. Thirteen years ago, I was turned. And I was left to starve... sort of speak... I was left in my own home with my mom, and my younger brother. I... I didn't have any control of myself. I was kept locked up for a couple days after I was turned... then dumped on my front doorstep... Less then a couple hours later my dad returned home from what was supposed to be his last tour in the Marines." She tried to keep calm, she wanted to stop now, but once she was going she couldn't stop. "
He returned... just in time to see what I had done... He still hasn't forgiven me... I wouldn't either if in his shoes... I don't and I am in my own shoes. He's a hunter now, and he's caught up to me a few times. Each time he's.... more aggressive then the last, more excepting that I am more a monster then a living person... which I guess in all technicality is true... but the way he views it... it's... scary." She hesitated, but soon spoke. "
I had a chance to end it all... He collapsed last time we met, I don't know if it was old age or what but his heart tried to quit on him. But instead of killing him, or letting him die, I carried him to the hospital." She looked back at the airlock, then back to Mithias. "
That's why I needed to break you out, I was hoping you could try and show him I am not a monster... not... anymore that is." She was done at this point, she had nothing else to say on the matter.
Then the power quit, which should have been fine, but the high pressure room was now sealed and without the systems that regulated the room the pressure soon began to increase. In the dark she wondered what kind of system would increase pressure without power. But that thought soon left as the pressure in the room was still increasing with out power. "
Oh shit..." was all she was able to say while the pressure increase, with in minutes it would be at levels that would even kill a vampire.
Hank Miller
(Here to fuck shit up)
Even though Hank was limited on mobility after his heart attack, he was more then able to keep kicking ass. Deon was near impossible for someone like Hank to track with out resources. Kathryn though? She was easy. He could pull her face up from any crowd in the city. Once he found the recruiter, he was able to make the connection to Deon, then soon this building. Part of him was just tempted to level the building, but once he was able to get an idea for how the structure was built, it would take more explosives then a small army could carry, let alone what he could cram into his RV, maybe a semi truck packed with fuel, but even that would be debatable. So he decided to go in and finish things once and for all with Deon.
From his look out position he was able to see the lights go out, but he wasn't the only one. He saw a death squad of four soldiers he was guessing. Looking through the thermal scope of his rifle he could see that they all had very low body temperatures. Vampires, he almost said it out loud but doing so would give away his position. People talking was one thing, but people mentioning vampires when a vampire death squad was present caused issues. Hank wished he knew what bloodlines these guys were from. Deon sure wouldn't be stupid enough to make them all from the same bloodline. That didn't matter, he had a solution that should solve this. As long as his aim was still as good as it was a few years back.
Hank locked the scope of his rifle on the first death squad member, he was isolated, likely the unit sharpshooter. The others may hear the suppressed shot, but may make nothing of it until they notice their squad members missing. He fired the first shot into the vampire's head, the hollow point bullet from the high powered rifle removing a large portion of the creature's head. He soon fell to the ground with a thud. Another squad member looked over at the thud, then Hank loaded the next cartridge into his gun. The vampire that was going to inspect his squad member didn't even finish inspecting the body before he realized what was going on. Had he heard Hank working the bolt on the gun? Maybe the shell hitting the floor of the building he was hiding out in? It didn't matter, before he could speak the second shot went clean though his head too. Though by this point the other two were catching onto what he was doing. Hank was still too weak to fight them head on, he had to take care of them while he still had a line of sight on them. One tried to lay down suppression fire, but with the weapons they were using hew as too far out. When other one tried to advance he also received a high powered hollow point through the skull. He survived but he was down for the count. Hank trained his sights on the other one, but he was already gone.
Hank heard the footsteps behind him, but he wasn't able to react fast enough before the rifle was shot out of his hands. He sat back in fear as the vampire started walking up to him with their sidearm raised. "
You stupid fuck, do you realize what you just di-" He was cut off with a bear trap caught his leg, then he was raised in the air by a steal beam counter weight. Hank stood up with struggle. The vampire had dropped his gun, Hank just kicked it tot he side as he walked up to his prisoner. "
This is going to go one of two ways. One, you talk and I kill you painlessly... as possible" Referring to the bear trap suspending him in the air. "
Or two, I will remove bits and pieces of you until you talk. Starting with your fingers, then I will move on to your family jewels." The vampire refused at first, but after several fingers Hank got cooperation.
Hank walked up to the vampire that who's face had just about finished repairing itself. Before he could stand he was sent down with Hanks Machete cutting into his back. "
I am sorry our paths crossed like this, but we are both monsters in need to be removed from this planet. It just happens to be unfortunate for you that I am here to preserve, while you are here to destroy. Sadly, our paths crossed, and I was the stronger force. You can rest now." By the time the vampire had realized what was going on Hank had already started decapitating him. Normally it would take one, at most two good swings to finish the job, this time it took four. He was getting weak, his blade was getting dull, he was running out of time. after catching his breath he stood up, then put away his machete and drew his .357 with the chemical digestion rounds still loaded. He had two left, and oen was going right through Deon's head.
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