When Trouble Finds You
Mar 3, 2008 1:12:03 GMT
Post by stephenstmichael on Mar 3, 2008 1:12:03 GMT
I sat in a bar in one of the cities of the continent Generica, sipping at my mixed drink, trying to keep a low profile. This was difficult, due to my platinum silver hair and bright emerald green eyes. This intrigued a good number of the female patrons and ticked off their significant others in the process. My name is Stephen St. Michael and I am one of the remaining few survivors of a race called "arch-angels", characterized by our hair, eyes, and the fact that white feathery wings tend to spread out from our backs when we exert ourselves. Now that you know what I am, I'll get on with my story.
The elders among the survivors tend to favor isolationism in an attempt to remain hidden from any elements of the malevolent force that ravaged our realm. I guess you could say that I'm a "black sheep" or something as I don't stick to this policy and tend to live in the world and get a feel for it rather then hide and only go out in public when absolutely necessary. Which is why I'm sitting in this bar right now, although for reasons other then having a good time. I had sensed some sort of dark force gathering in this part of the city, and against the wishes of the elders I am here, out in the open investigating it.
It was uneventful, until I noticed a group of tacky dressed men getting extra chummy with a couple of attractive woman, who were too intoxicated to know what was about to happen. These men, one with long brown hair tied in a pony-tail and one bald with perfectly groomed goatee, radiated a dark essence that was unmistakable. After a few minutes of excessive flirting, the "gentlemen" took their "friends" out a back exit for reasons oblivious to all but me. I paid the bartender for my drink and went out the front door. Just as I exited, I heard some nervous laughter coming from a wide nearby alley. I slowly made my way toward it, not drawing attention to myself. The laughter turned to screams as I entered the alley and found the two men with their eyes blood red and gleaming fangs in their mouths...vampires.
When they saw me, they let out a growl/hiss to warn me off. They clearly didn't know what I was or else they would've attacked me immediately. They must have just been turned.
When I made no attempt to walk away. The vampire with the brown ponytail and black suit lept toward me with hand reared back to strike. I side-stepped to the right and spun away from the attack. Coming out of the spin I sent a hard straight kick to small of his back. The momentum carried the vampire to a pile of wooden scraps from something. He skewered himself on a jagged piece and busted into a cloud of ash/dust.
I turned to the remaining vampire who suddenly looked up and found something amusing. I looked up as two more equally fashionable vampires lept down from the rooftops on either side and prepared to launch a three-on-one attack.
The elders among the survivors tend to favor isolationism in an attempt to remain hidden from any elements of the malevolent force that ravaged our realm. I guess you could say that I'm a "black sheep" or something as I don't stick to this policy and tend to live in the world and get a feel for it rather then hide and only go out in public when absolutely necessary. Which is why I'm sitting in this bar right now, although for reasons other then having a good time. I had sensed some sort of dark force gathering in this part of the city, and against the wishes of the elders I am here, out in the open investigating it.
It was uneventful, until I noticed a group of tacky dressed men getting extra chummy with a couple of attractive woman, who were too intoxicated to know what was about to happen. These men, one with long brown hair tied in a pony-tail and one bald with perfectly groomed goatee, radiated a dark essence that was unmistakable. After a few minutes of excessive flirting, the "gentlemen" took their "friends" out a back exit for reasons oblivious to all but me. I paid the bartender for my drink and went out the front door. Just as I exited, I heard some nervous laughter coming from a wide nearby alley. I slowly made my way toward it, not drawing attention to myself. The laughter turned to screams as I entered the alley and found the two men with their eyes blood red and gleaming fangs in their mouths...vampires.
When they saw me, they let out a growl/hiss to warn me off. They clearly didn't know what I was or else they would've attacked me immediately. They must have just been turned.
When I made no attempt to walk away. The vampire with the brown ponytail and black suit lept toward me with hand reared back to strike. I side-stepped to the right and spun away from the attack. Coming out of the spin I sent a hard straight kick to small of his back. The momentum carried the vampire to a pile of wooden scraps from something. He skewered himself on a jagged piece and busted into a cloud of ash/dust.
I turned to the remaining vampire who suddenly looked up and found something amusing. I looked up as two more equally fashionable vampires lept down from the rooftops on either side and prepared to launch a three-on-one attack.