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A Tale of Blood and Tears

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Vivid Fizz

Vivid Fizz

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In the city of New Haven there is a dark secret. Beneath the glittering lights, howling of car horns, and the endless sound of people is an underground. A certain vampire coven has found a very lucrative business opportunity. Organs. Humans have been disappearing at an alarming rate and vampires have been found disemboweled; their precious immortal organs having been taken to feed the need for ‘upgraded’ bodies.

The leader of this coven is a sadistic individual and performs some of the ‘surgeries’ with his own claws. The pain of others is an aphrodisiac to him. As are certain body parts. Though the cartel does good business the organs have not been making it to their destinations. It seems that the elder’s tastes have turned from blood to the same product he is peddling.

This coven is located beneath the hottest nightclub in the city. Anyone who is anyone goes there. Simply, it is known as Bite and has been the place many innocent mortals were whisked away; never to be seen by their mortal families again. For not only does this Nightmare Mafia deal with the trafficking of illegal organs but they also dip into the slave trade as well. Humans are cattle for the beautiful and dark creatures of the night after all.

There is also a clan of werewolves in the city that are attempting to weasel their way into this lucrative trade of organs and slaves. A war between the groups has begun and each side has been snatching up victims right and left. Will there be any stop to this madness or will New Haven become a hallowed shell where only the walking dead roam?

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Rules
1. Respect the Rules of this forum and the Rules of this thread
2. Character Profiles should be linked to from the main profile page in this forum.
3. No auto-hit/ kill. You can only kill a character if you have the other players permission.
4. No metagaming. What happens in OOC, stays in OOC.
5. Godmodding is a no-no
6. Literacy, if you please. This RP is at an intermediate Level. Treat it as such.
7. Respect everyone in the thread.
8. Keep OOC to a minimum. I will start an OOC thread if needed.
9. Sex, romance, violence, and fetishes are strongly encouraged. This is BMR, after all. Smut is beautiful.
10. All rules are subject to change if I so deem it.

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Characters
Karris, Vivian, Oliver
Eksheed Byron

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A Tale of Blood and Tears OOC
 
A heavy beat filled the air. The overpowering sent of sweat, perfume, and human was in every inch of the building. Multicolored strobe lights flashed on and off, making the wildly dancing people appear as if they were moving in a disjointed fashion. This place was the hottest club of the decade and had been for nearly that long. Any young man or woman who was considered beautiful enough or anyone who was powerful enough appeared on almost a nightly basis. Slice was the place to be.

Even with the rumors circulating about the business.

The owner moved through the crowd, looking at the people there. His amber colored eyes grazed around the crowd. Nubile young flesh was what he craved. It always housed the best organs. Humans in their late teens and twenties always had the best produce to sample. No matter their lifestyle, the dirty little creatures always managed to be in the peak of their health.

And tonight his men had snagged five prime examples of humanity.

Oliver Vancouver was greeted by two of his guards. There were large grins plastered on their faces. It was quite clear that they were having some fun with the victims. Which is exactly what he wanted. Fear and vulnerability always made blood taste better. A grin crossed his own lips, revealing a set of long fangs. It was going to be a good night for business.

That he knew for damned sure.
 
Despite his human appearance, he was a demon within, evidenced by the stains of blood across his face as an expression of pure sadistic pleasure crossed his face. At his feet lay the blood soaked body of a woman, surrounded by cascading layers of crimson as it flew out from an opening in her gut, gorged out by his bare fists as everything inside including her bones had been grinded to what could only be described as 'mush'. At one point, the scantily clad whore had expected to make a profit by satisfying the attractive male, unable to even grasp what happened as her life faded from the fatality of her wound. But to the man, it was nothing more than a dead whore. The woman was loose, lazy and absolutely unskilled and in the end demanded money for such lousy service. Too bad for her, but she'd out-lived her usefulness and after that lousy experience, he craved for some soft flesh... the flesh of a younger woman.

As he'd been advised by a couple of the low-lives stalking the streets within the veil of darkness which cloaked the world those winter nights, he made haste towards the club known as 'Bite', for some real fun as he wiped the traces of blood off of his face, using the sleeves of his black duster. Fortunately, it was closer than he'd expected and he'd arrived at the gates of the club within a quarter of an hour. Paying little heed to the ushers, he entered the club and headed straight towards the counter, which he'd learnt over the years was a the place where he could not only scout the dance floor for potential broads, but even score a few rounds with some girl who'd drunk more than she could handle. But as it happened, that particular night, none of the women met his taste and so he was forced to wait for the right one to come by.

Eksheed Byron

[OOC: I know its crappy, but Its 3 Am. Not in the best state of mind.]
 
Aiko Tsyua was new to the club scene as her friends brought her there to celebrate her 21st birthday. The young white haired woman slipped among the crowd who were dancing on the main floor. Aiko was pushed among the others with her girl friends following. Her jeans hugged to her hips as she felt a black haired man running his hands over her hips.

Her smiles were bright as she moved to the sounds of the music with locks of her white hair fell over her shoulders to contrast her red tank top. Little did she know this is where many humans were being taken to be sold off. To her the music and the people who were there seemed to dull the sense of danger that was lurking in the shadows.
 
Karris McMahon was exactly the type to use her beauty to get in a club, even though she was under age. At eighteen she was not permitted into this certain place. Which she found ludicrous. If these owners realized who her father was they would let her in with open arms. Hell, they should have let her in on looks alone. Not many had her beauty and those who did, did not have her shining personality. Her appearance alone would attract more business.

Now she was standing outside of the hottest club in the entire city, Bite. The bouncer was looking her up and down and she was pushing her chest out.

"I forgot my ID," she said in a pout.

"Did you now?" The man dressed in black asked. He was slender and Karris was surprised that he was watching the door. A particularly angry woman with a big purse could knock the crap out of this fellow. His eyes followed the curve of her body. Little did she know that he was eying her for much more sinister purposes. After all, the boss loved curvy little girls. "I suppose I can make an exception for a hot piece like you."

She jumped up and down and clapped her hands together. Yes! It worked. Being gorgeous paid off for her. Like she knew it would. As he lifted the velvet rope for her she walked in, a sway to her hips. The beat was heavy. Very heavy and instantly got her body moving. She swayed and moved her hips as she moved towards the dance floor. As soon as she got there a man was on her, hands moving up her body.

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The nightlife had never and would never appeal to a girl like Vivian Devan. She much preferred quiet evenings at home studying her magic and making potions. Anything that was able to advanced her skills then she was willing to do it. Her parents loved her drive; it meant that she stayed out of trouble... most of the times. This night had been an exception to that rule.

One of the potions she was brewing required two very interesting ingredients: the hair of a werewolf and the blood of a vampire. The youthful and lovely witch never imagined that she would have a problem with getting the things she needed once she found those creatures. Even if she had heard bad things about them, she was sure that they were just misunderstood.

With her grandmother's Book of Shadows clutched to her chest the lovely witch began to walk. The city was an interesting place at night. Drunks stumbled around on the sidewalk. Some even came up to her. One even grabbed at her, saying that she was such a pretty dolly. The young woman panicked and smacked him over the face a few times with the large book before running off.

Oh man! She rounded a corner and found her self in a very unfamiliar part of town. Many, many people were standing out in front of this one building. The music from inside was so loud that it gave the ground outside of it a slight rumble. The blonde scrunched her nose. Adults were weird. Who would want to spend an evening blowing out their eardrums?
 
Cascading flashes of multi-colored lights highlighted the crowded dance floor and all the night dwellers swaying to the music thundering from the speakers. Much to his dislike, he found none of the mortals to be up to his expectations, most of them either completely flat with stuffed bra's or wearing a ridiculous amount of make-up. Bored of such sluts, his eyes scanned for natural beauties, the sort that'd make him smile ear to ear when he removed their shirt, and not disappoint him as all his endeavors had over the past week. Plus, he needed something to get out the taste of that last cougar.

After a few minutes of fruitless search, just as he finished the remainder of his drink and was about to give up, he noticed a rather young woman walk through the arching doorway, beginning to move to the music just as she entered. Smiling in a sardonic manner, he moved towards the dark haired woman, intercepting her as soon as she entered the dance floor, his hands moving over her hour glass body, the distance between them negligible, her back pressing against his chest.

[OOC: Again, sorry for the short post. Really pressed for time these days.]
 
The lights were... dizzying, at best. Leira wasn't cut out for nightlife, even if her appearance would suggest otherwise. There was something besides the lights though... the place just didn't feel right.

"Can I get you something to drink, sexy?" A sultry voice broke through Leira's reverie, almost tangible as it seeped into her ears. She turned with a jerk, staring at the bartender, a rather vampy looking woman with black lipstick and almost unnaturally looking pale skin. Almost. It had to be the lights, right? Lee's skin crawled, and finally she spoke after a few seconds of dumbstruck stupor.

"No thanks." she said, turning away. The bartender would have been fairly attractive if the creepy element was nonexistent.

There was a sort of drugging atmosphere about the whole place, to Lee. She didn't like any part of Bite, yet she felt a natural draw to it, like someone wanted her to be there. Suddenly, she felt the need to dance. Just sitting there was so boring all of the sudden! Lee hefted herself from the bar-stool and moved toward the dance floor, letting the rhythm take over her body. Soon she lost all track of thought and traipsed into a trance-link state, mindlessly mouthing the lyrics to the song that pounded from he speakers.

http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=437656#p437656 <<<Leira Bradshaw.
 
Damien sighed into his drink, frankly bored. The club was happening, the music was nice for modern stuff, the crowd was enthusiastic, but he couldn't find it in himself to party that night. Something felt off. His blood was especially tasty to vampires and he was feeling paranoid.

The music changed to a more steamy, sexy variety and he grinned at the crowd, his red eyes hidden behind glasses. He was in the hunting mood.
 
Lee raised her hands in the air, shaking her hips to the beat. Upon twisting around, she spotted him at the bar. She didn't know who "Him" was, but he looked rather bored. She stopped in her tracks, feeling the need to go over and address him, so she did.

Weaving through the crowds, Lee heard the song change, along with the whole mood of the place. She stopped going toward the drinker, for some reason it didn't feel right, and the music made her uncomfortable. She stood amid the dancers and poised her body to go back the way she came.
 
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