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How i became clanleiter; Verlorens jump to power
Topic Started: Feb 23 2007, 08:08 PM (201 Views)
Verloren
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Who could spend eternity alone
Verloren had been wandering the town yet again on his own, just after some vigorous training with his rapier, so his adrenaline flow was still quite high as he stepped into this club, unknown to himself why, but he felt drawn here. He walked into the bar and over to the bar to order to a drink ordering a glass of red wine he sat at the bar looking around the room, it was full of smart looking people, intellectuals he wouldn’t have minded socializing with except he wanted a night to himself. A few glasses of wine later and still with adrenaline in his system a man approached him with a friendly smile and cheery voice

"Hello, I’d like to welcome to the elbow room, home to the politicians of vampires"

Verloren had looked at the man slightly annoyed at the man and spoke rather bluntly.

"If you don’t mind I just want a night to myself"

The man stood up straighter strengthening his pose and retorted

"Do you know who your talking to, how dare you speak to me in such a way"

Verloren sighed and turned to face him again and stood up

"Look I just want a night to myself so piss off"

The man's eyes went wide as he stood strong

"Get out, now, and do not step foot into politika territory ever again"

He looked at the man and sat back down

"Look I just wanna enjoy my drink"

The man however had spoken and grabbed the mans wrist

"I told you, get out"

Verloren, now thoroughly annoyed grabbed the mans wrist bending it back and stood up twisting his arm, however the other man was more agile than expected and span one foot so his arm wasn’t twisted anymore and slipped it free before with a strength not of a human his palm hit Verloren's chest sending him toward the door the other running after him grabbed him and threw him out of it, a few people in tow others just watching others not paying attention.

Soon Verloren was outside but he span and his extended nails caught the others cheek, soon they were fighting without control lashing out and catching each other, Verloren now had cuts over his face and chest, the other had cuts on his face and arms, but one misplaced slash of the other man and it was all over, Verloren dodged the swipe grabbed his arm and pulled his back against his chest and without thought pure adrenaline powering his mind, slashed his throat open, but he didn’t stop there spurred on by defeat and his inner beast he lent his head down and fed on the blood that flowed from the wound, only for a moment as every secret in his mind was unlocked, everything that had bothered him for the last centuries explained.

He dropped the man and stood there piecing it together.

He was a politka to?! He didn’t have telekinesis but rather such control of the wind he could create blasts of it, or use it to carry objects to him, Suddenly another thought flashed in his mind, the one he'd killed was the clanleiter he gasped and turned around ready to fight the others in defence for their master, but instead they looked at him with varying degrees of reverence and fear, and after a few moments they lowered their heads and their gazes, to recognise him as the new clanleiter. Verloren could do nothing but stand there, there was no way to refuse this position of power, and for a moment he stood there, then spoke

"Get rid of this body, and spread the word, your master is more Verloren. And anyone who refuses me, will be shown no ounce of leniency or mercy because of the situation, but will be recognised as a traitor and thrown from my borders"

Verloren had set his power now, and with a nod of his head, walked back inside through the club to the main door, met with wide eyed stares, the other politkers after a few moments understanding what had happened bowed their heads to him as he passed until he was gone. What happened when he left he neither cared about nor knew about, instead he left immediately for his home. He had a lot to sort out now as the politker clanleiter
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