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| Topic Started: Jan 22 2008, 01:11 AM (213 Views) | |
| Marcus DeGaul | Jan 22 2008, 01:11 AM Post #1 |
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Marcus looked up at the renovated warehouse as they drove up. Even outside in the SUV he could hear the pounding bass of the music that was being played inside. As always, there was a line stretching from the door all the way back around the corner. "Welcome to Warehouse 25, Tempest. Outside, people can be lured away with promises of a free entrance, while inside there are three levels of dancing party goers, all in one enclosed space, with only one exit." He resisted the urge to point at the door, figuring that she could use her eyes, unlike the cronies he was used to ordering around. One of the cronies in question met him as he got out of the car. "Marcus, we've got him." Marcus turned his head, surprised. "Do you? Throw him on the rack then. I'll deal with him when I return." As he spoke, he handed the keys to the Vampire. "Now then, I expect you to stay with the car until I get back." As he spoke, Marcus walked around the front of the car to open the door for the lady inside, and offered his hand to help her out. "How am I supposed to take transport him then?" Marcus gave a sigh. "Use your cell phone and call the people holding him. Have them move him." He made a mental note to have the fellow moved to a less important location. Somewhere unpleasant. |
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| Tempest Adora | Jan 22 2008, 01:21 PM Post #2 |
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As they pulled up to the club he called Warehouse 25, Tempest noticed a large line standing along the side of the building, the majority young, or at least looking young. She already liked his choice of hunting grounds, a good selection, some variety. " Thank you Mr. De Gaul, I must say this certainly looks quite promising." She stated calmly her mouth beginning to water already as she watched a young woman in line bend over to place what looked like a pack of cigarettes in her boot. A man stepped up to the window of the SUV blocking her view of the girl and drawing Tempest attention. Seemed he had found someone Mr. De Gaul had been looking for. She smiled at his intructions to the man, oh how she missed the good old days of punishing and torturing whoever she thought fit. Tempest suddenly realized that a growing respect for the Clanlieter of the Anarchisten was beginning to form within her. She beamed a generouse smile in his direction as she waited for him to open the door. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Jan 22 2008, 02:38 PM Post #3 |
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Marcus swung the door open and extended an outstretched hand. "Thank you. I had a feeling you would like it." It seemed it would be a good night. A night of feeding, ending with torture and interrogation. "Well, my dear, let's go pick our first courses, shall we?" They were already beginning to draw the eyes of many of the people in line. The line had stopped moving, after all, waiting for Marcus to enter the building before they would allow the people to being moving into the building. |
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| Tempest Adora | Jan 23 2008, 04:38 PM Post #4 |
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She was quite impressed by the fact that they stopped letting people enter at the door until after they had passed the threshhold. " Sounds like a plan Sir." She said with a large toothy grin, slipping her hand back onto her escorts arm. The place certainly was lively, people passing in all directions. Yet in the midst of the chaos, a path still seemed to form through the crowd as Mr. DeGaul escorted her deeper into the club. A deep trance techno echoed through out the building, lights flashing causing an pulsing affect on her vision as the crowd swarmed around them. She looked to the man beside her, a smirk slipping across her lips. " Whats your favorite flavor Marcus." She dropped the Mister seeing no more reason for such formality. Her adrenile rushed as the music beat through her body, and the love of the hunt began to fill her. Tempest had decided while watching the woman in line that a female was going to be hermeal tonight, she so enjoyed the delicate intricacies of the femanine race, it was more of a passionate kill, and tonight Tempest was in the mood for exactly that. ((Ok's had more time so I fixed the post lol)) |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Jan 24 2008, 03:27 AM Post #5 |
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As Marcus walked hand in arm with Tempest through the club, he was pleased to note that most of the party goers spread in front of him. It made sense, since he came to hunt in the club quite frequently, so most of the people there had learned to stay out of his way unless they wanted to die. His expert gaze perused the buffet for a little while before coming to rest on a lovely young thing hiding herself in a corner. He assumed she had come with a few friends and had been left alone after refusing to dance with them or some such. Marcus tilted his head to the side, listening to Tempest as she spoke. What was his favorite flavor? Well there was one particular flavor he enjoyed. "Fear. There's just that tang that it adds to the flavor. Yours?" Marcus licked his lips in anticipation again. The only problem was driving his victims into a frenzy of fear. That was one of the reasons he had an office in the basement, far away from the constant party. Marcus gave a predatory grin as he watched his target push a piece of a hair back behind her ear. Oh, but she was going to be a fun little snack. |
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| Tempest Adora | Jan 24 2008, 07:40 PM Post #6 |
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She followed his gaze settling on a young woman with dark hair that fell just past her shoulders, in an angled cut. She certainly was pretty, her pale skin standing out in the flashing lights, the dark smokey makeup around her eyes caused them to prierce through the strobe light. A toned figure was hugged by a red and black school girl skirt, and black wifebeater. Long leather boots completed her look. Marcus certainly had good taste she thought. " Fear is certainly a wonderful flavor, but I must say I prefer the control that causes that fear." She said with a smile, pulling a black cigarette wand from her purse along with a back of filterless cigarettes and a silver lighter. She prepared her smoke, and lit it puffing heavily through the flashing lights. To Tempest suprise while she was speaking another girl joined the one they had been watching, go figure it would be the woman from the line earlier. Her eyes glistened as a darkness seemed to come over her features, she smiled the lights glistening off of her slightly extended fangs. " Seems she has a friend." A mischievious smile glinted across her lips. " Shall we." She said with almost a childs playfullness. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Jan 27 2008, 02:58 AM Post #7 |
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"Well, that goes without saying." Marcus replied. He had thought she was talking about the flavor of blood, but apparently she was merely talking about the hunt. He glanced over at her. It seemed she was ready to begin feeding already. He assumed she hadn't had time to feed lately. Well then, it was even better that she was here, feeding with him, rather than in one of the other clan's territories. It was always good to have another vampire on his side. Marcus silently swore at himself. It was never a good idea to count on something that he didn't have yet. Well then, he would have to make sure that she enjoyed her time with him, enjoyed it enough that she would decide to stay. He smiled as she asked if he was ready. "We shall." He replied, sweeping forward with a confident grin. He had a wonderful little surprise for his night's meal in his office. He hoped Tempest wouldn't dive in and scare them both too much. Walking smoothly up behind his chosen target, Marcus did his best to turn his predatory smile into a more amiable grin. "Excuse me, but there seems to have been a problem with your identification. Would you please follow me to my office?" He didn't know if it was because he was so used to commanding others that victims usually followed him without question, or if it was because of some supernatural gift that he was unaware of. Whatever the reason, the girl's eyes became wide and she stood, her mouth open in a small 'O'. Marcus turned his smile in Tempest's direction, his eyes inviting her to follow with her meal, even if his mouth was still frozen. |
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| Tempest Adora | Feb 1 2008, 06:11 PM Post #8 |
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The way that the Anarchisten Clanlieter presented himself and controlled his surroundings excited Tempest. She had always been drawn to power, and she was certainly beginning to become engolfed in this mans. She almost giggled when he made the excuse about the girls identification, realizing that even she might follow him if he ordered it. A blush crept into her cheeks at the recognition of the weakness he was beginning to cause in her character. She quickly straightened her features, turning to the other woman, the one she had been enticed by at the entrance. " Would you like to join your friend, it should only take minutes to fix the issue. Come have a drink while you wait, I bet you've never had the opportunity to see what goes on behind the scenes?" She asked in a friendly tone, a fake smile plastered on her face. To her suprise the woman actually began to follow Marcus and the other girl, Tempest quickly brought up the rear, watching as the girls midnight locks danced down the middle of her back as she walked. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 5 2008, 03:08 AM Post #9 |
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Marcus' grin turned feral as he guided the strange little group down the narrow hall leading to his office. Two thick, sturdy doors cut the room off from the rest of the never ending party, and the sound proofing made it an even more convenient place to snack. He was glad he had called ahead as he stepped into the large, whitewashed room. All the papers and lamps on his table had been removed, leaving the whole place looking bare. though where it had all been taken was a bit of mystery to him. That, however, was only a problem if any of it had been lost. Nothing important could be lost though, since anything of important was stored in the two tall, black filing cabinets in the back of the room. Marcus slowly allowed the door to close as soon as the small group had completely entered the office. He gestured to a small, low-backed chair that stood in front of the large, long black slab he used as a desk. Intricate designs traced up and down the length of the thing, with all the lines running towards deeper grooves that ran together around four great sunbursts at one end of the table. "Why don't you have a seat, my dear, and we'll see what we can work out?" Marcus asked, the affable grin he had been wearing fading into a more impassive mask. The girl sat down, wide eyed, in the small chair. Marcus waved her friend to another similar seat next to the other. He reached down to the floor, coming up with two tumblers. "I'm afraid we don't have an ice-maker back her, but I'll be happy to share a bottle of scotch with you." He brought out a pair of rather ornate goblets for himself and Tempest. Inwardly, Marcus was grinning. He had taken the jewel encrusted pair during the Crusades. Preying upon the unsuspecting caravans at night had proven most lucrative. Marcus set his cup aside, but held one out to Tempest, in case she felt a need to drink something other than what they were about to feast on. The tumbler he had given to his girl was laced with a little something extra to make her a bit more pliable. That is to say, within a few minutes of drinking, she would be asleep. He had smelling salts handy to wake her up when he had finished preparing. A small safe under his desk held an even smaller bottle of scotch. It was the work of a moment to retrieve it and pour a healthy amount into each tumbler. He hesitated over one of the goblets, raising an eyebrow to Tempest by way of a question. |
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| Tempest Adora | Feb 5 2008, 05:14 PM Post #10 |
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Tempest showed the girl to a chair that matched the one Marcus had set his prey in. And listened as he crooned the words he spoke. It was almost like music to her ears, a comfort of sorts to see someone other than herself in such control, yet at the same time not trying to harm her. She accepted the goblet that Marcus offered her setting it on the desk next to her. She then took the offered tumbler and brought it over to the woman she had been eyeing. A strange aroma came from the drink and Tempest smiled wickedly as she realized he had drugged the girls drink. She wondered if it was a form that she would feel from the feeding as it worked it's way through the womans veins. As she handed her the tumbler she walked around the chair running her nails lightly up the girls arm until she was standing behind her. She caught Marcus's eye sending a conspiritorial look that screamed approval. She bent slightly until she was near the girls ear, making sure that her cleavage was in clear veiw of Marcus. " You have beautiful skin luv." She whispered loud enough for the others to hear. She really wasn't worried about whether the woman would like her advances or not. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 5 2008, 06:28 PM Post #11 |
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As he droned on about the intricacies of ID verification, Marcus shifted his gaze from his meal to Tempest. He took a moment to appreciate her body, making sure that she saw him doing it. She seemed to be enjoying herself as she toyed with her meal. Good. She seemed to be the sort of woman he could get along with. That would make it easier for him to spend the time necessary to bring her into the clan. He could think of a few uses for an unknown vampire. He looked back at his victim, who was looking decidedly more unsteady than she had a few minutes ago. She was holding onto the tumbler like it was the only thing keeping her up. "What's the matter? Are you feeling alright?" He asked, feigning concern as he walked around the desk to stand at her side. After listening to her mumble something about the drink, Marcus nodded and removed her hand from the tumbler. "Oh, nonsense. It's impossible to get drunk from just one of these." He took a moment look at the liquid in the tumbler and gave a small sight of disappointment. "Oh, well. I guess some people just can't hold their drink. Go ahead and finish off what you have." He pushed aside her weakly protesting limbs and poured the rest of the scotch down her throat, pinching her nose shut until she swallowed it. She mumbled for a little while longer before slipping into incoherence, and from there into slumber. Marcus walked, smiling, over to Tempest and the other girl. "How are things going over here?" |
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| Tempest Adora | Feb 5 2008, 06:53 PM Post #12 |
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Tempest got so caught up in watching the drug take effect on Marcus's prey that she hadn't paid enough attention to the fact that her girl hadn't even taken one drink. As her friend past out, and Marcus humorously ridiculed her for it, the other girl tried to stand beginning to scream. Tempest quickly placed her hands on each side of the womans shoulders pressing firmly until she was sitting down again pinned by the force Tempest had so easily exerted upon her. " Sit." She said firmly, no note of compromise in her tone. Marcus walked over, asking how things were going. She gave an cool smirk, the heat behind her eyes and the flush in her cheeks the only sign that she was highly enjoying herself. " Remarkably well." She stated as she looked down at the woman she held. " For your own health I suggest you finish your drink, someone could get hurt being so rude to there host as to not indulge in what they've offered." She smiled looking to Marcus and smiling as the woman began to shake beneath her hands, and after a few moments gulped the drink down. She was slightly dissapointed that she had given in so easily, but there was plenty of time in the night for the rough stuff. Tempest realed in the feel of the woman's body beginning to slump, and made sure to hold her tight enough that she would not slip off of her chair. She propped the girl up and looked to Marcus again. " Quite lovely the idea of drugging them, what comes next in your plan?" She asked the words sliding from her mouth with ease. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 7 2008, 03:41 PM Post #13 |
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"Oh, I've a few ideas." Marcus said as he walked back to his table. He removed the centers of the sunbursts and pocketed the two pieces of black rubber. While he was there, he reached around the legs and turned hidden locks. Small compartments on the outsides of the table legs opened up, revealing padded metal restraints, which he flipped up and onto the table, locking them in place. He repeated the performance with the legs on the other side of the table. The two sets of restraints farthest from the sunbursts were different from the others in that they had large screws sticking from the tops. Marcus tested them, turning them by way of handles affixed where there would normally be a head. Each worked perfectly, smoothly twisting downwards through holes in the restraints until they hit the tabletop. With a smile, Marcus turned to point at the screwed restraints. "The hands are locked in this end. Then we turn the screws, thus puncturing the wrists of the victim." He trailed his pointed finger along one of the many grooves that ran down the table towards the sunbursts. "The blood flows down these channels, thanks to a barely noticeable shortening of two of the legs." Marcus followed the grooves down to one of the sunbursts, holding his goblet underneath the hole in the center to demonstrate. "This is where it will finish it's journey." He set his goblet on the floor and went over to where Tempest stood. "We could butcher one on the table while the other watches. Or perhaps we could hang one by her wrists over the other and gut her like livestock. There are many possibilities." His smile went from cruel to malicious. |
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| Tempest Adora | Feb 7 2008, 06:59 PM Post #14 |
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She admired the equipment that he presented. It was rather obviouse that he was practiced in the arts of torture, and the gleam he got in his eyes as he spoke of the possibilities made her cold heart skip a beat. A streak of fear actually rushed through her body as she realized he was even more a ruler than she had given him credit for. Not quite sure what came over her, but drawn by mere instinct, she went to him and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him, making eye contact until she was in a full kneeling position, then layed her head upon his knee in a submissive gesture. Granted these shows were usually reserved for lycans, but she hadn't been able to resist the moment. " I'd be pleased to experience whichever form you wish to show me." She said headstill bowed against his knee. This behavior was so unlike her, and she wasn't sure what had come over her, but here she was, the strong dominant gem that she was, acting like a mere kitten. She should have been disgusted with herself, but she wasn't. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 9 2008, 03:02 AM Post #15 |
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Marcus' eyes widened a little as Tempest pressed her head against his knee. He quickly hid his surprise and reached down to stroke the back of her head. "Very well then, my dear Tempest, why don't you have a seat while I set the stage?" He waited for her to stand before grabbing one of the comatose girls and throwing her over his shoulder, leaving her seat empty for Tempest to sit in. He quickly had the girl strapped onto the table, minus her shoes. Luckily, both girls were wearing the thick, studded belts that seemed to be in style with the younger generations these days. He used them both to lash the other girls feet to the legs of her chair. Strips of red and black cloth, ripped from the skirt of the table bound girl, did for restraints for her hands. He took a moment to remember his old colors fondly. Moving on, Marcus moved behind the table and pulled a well-sized knife from a sheath under the table. He set it to the side, planning to use it later. He gagged her and put a black hood over her head. The smelling salts began to bring her out of her stupor. In moments, she was grunting and straining at the bonds that held her. He grabbed her by the neck and lowered his face until he was inches away from her covered face. "You will not move." In response, the girl began to jerk around even more. He slapped the head beneath the hood and repeated his order. It took a few more blows until the girl finally stopped moving. When he had made sure she was alive and was going to stay still, Marcus woke the other girl. Running a hand through the captive woman's hair, Marcus turned to Tempest. "Shall we begin the show?" |
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