Painting the Town Red!, A message writin in blood. Options

[Vaga Obscureria]

Peter's two fingers dove in trying to puck the eye of the beast in front of him. The pain surged through Vaga as his wicked smile crossed his face. Right before the fingers were about to cure to pluck out the eye Peter went limp and feel to the ground. Vaga stood above the Treamre with a bloody blade that was moments before unseen to the naked eye. “Nighty, night flame boy!” Just like Vaga did with Red a wooden stake was driven through the chest. One by one he drug them over by the window and one by one he tossed them out the window to a shadowy figure waiting by a van. Vaga watched the third Assamite toss the poor fools into the back of van to be slowly drain at their leisure for as long as they wished. With a casualty stride he started to walk back towards the direction Hugo was suppose to be in. It was time to leave after all before more Camies shows up and Vaga was headlining to let Hugo know they're all done for the moment.

(O.O.C....Just giving Peter and Red a brief door to have a IC explanation why they are gone. As soon as they get back they make their escape.)

[Alex Newhouse]

Alex bent over the form underneath her strong feline claws. She inhaled deeply. No, something was just not right about this, but the blood in the air was interfering with her sense of smell. Maybe... She leaned in close and her tongue lolled out, dragging itself across the face of the recumbent form.

Alex immediately regretted licking the kindred beneath her. A growl flew from her throat and she tried to spit, but it was difficult in panther form. This was definitely not Red.

Alex glances over at her scout rats that were watching from the side corridor. "Attack this one." She squeaked commandingly in their tongue to all within range of her voice, as she dug in her claws and leaped in the direction from which the imposter came. She knew that the impostor might just survive the abuse of her claws and strong muscles throwing, and that it was dangerous to leave an enemy alive, but she also knew that if they could imitate with impudence one of her compatriots, then she was very short on time.

Alex raced down the hall toward the scene of the massacre, senses alert to the presence of anyone or anything.

[Hugo Ramsden]

He knew that the Gangrel would catch on pretty quickly that he was not Red, but still he let the creature sniff and lick his face. If the Vampire wanted to challenge him to a fight, then a fight it shall have.

It was obvious from the beast's reaction from its taste that it knew his identity was not of Red, but whether it had other things on it's mind, nor didn't care, the beast launched itself from Hugo and raced down the hall that he had came from. The sudden flight of the panther had left gashes where its claws had just before rested upon. Not worrying about the damage to his shoulders, he kicked his legs forward and jumped to his feet.

Hugo glanced behind him, momentarily thinking of the actions of the Gangrel, when he felt a small amount of pressure coming from his boots. Looking down, he saw at least 2 dozen rats swarming up his feet, and onto his pants. They all desperately attempted to hurt him, trying to scratch and bite through Red's jeans and boots, although only being just a fake image. Hugo couldn't help but smile and laugh a little bit as he kicked forward and watched a couple of rats fly a few feet forward, and hurriedly swarm back to his feet.

Bending down and plucking a rat that was close to his knee, he raised it close to his face and let it sink its teeth into his thumb. "I gift upon you my blood, now find your eternal peace." Within a few seconds, the rat slowly released it's grip of Hugo's thumb, and a second later stopped breathing. Letting go of the rat, he suddenly moved from his spot, quickly running at celerity 5 to the other side of the Gallery. Not a second after starting his run all of the rats that were latched on to his clothes had flown off, not being able to keep hold in the viscous winds of the speed that he was moving in.

Finally he was where he wanted to be, out of the hallways and back into the main gallery, towards the back end. Way down on the other side of the gallery was where he had last seen his fellow Assamite brother and the Tremere. With a blink of his eye, his mask of Red had vanished and he returned to his normal skin. He slowly stalked back towards the front of the gallery, keeping his eye open for the panther Gangrel, the flaming Tremere, or any other new coming Kindred...

[Alex Newhouse]

As Alex ran down the hallway, she wondered what had become of her friends, Red and Peter. One thing was certain above all others: Her friends were in immortal danger, if they hadn't already met the Final Death. She hoped for the sake of their attackers that her two friends were still in the land of the unliving. She would make them pay if they were not... Somehow.

The sound of an engine broke her reverie. An engine? In the alley? At this time of night? Coincidence was not something that Alex ascribed to regularly, so she took a slight detour to check it out.

Alex crashed through her second window of the evening, growling as she landed amond the tinkling shards of glass in the alley below. She sniffed, much more easily picking up scents out of the stifling, blood-saturated air of the gallery. Shit, she knew those smells. Red and Peter, along with more blood. She turned to face the wind and the sound of the engine. She bounded toward the van that held her friends, taking in make, model, year, license plate, and any distinguishing characteristics she could as she leapt to close the gap between her and the vehicle.

Noone steals my friends.

[Vaga Obscureria]

'The smell of blood, fear, and pain was all so sweet and add a hint of anger......awe so sweet,' came the thoughts of the truly most sadistic man in LA.... The plan worked without a hitch and soon the next stage would begin. Some called what he just did tracking and shadowing but Vaga liked to call it the hunt because then you can add all kinds of sweet things to heighten the sadistic trill of it all. This time was no different and Alex hand no clue of the events that took place or what they meant but she was about to hear the monologue from the evil master mind.

“Yes little one of the forest collect all the information of the truck. To be brutally honest all the information is useless as the truck will just be ditched sooner or later and the thing as of yet wont be reported stolen as of yet because the person who owns it is dead. One can't report a stolen truck if they are dead. This is called a hostage crises and I want you to delver the message. Tell your prince if she would like those two back she will have to meet my demands and tell her to look in the paper tomorrow. In the classified section she find the section were desperate people are in search for what ever freakish things that is in their hearts. She will know my add when she sees it.”

With the last note coming from his unliving breath the shadows displaced around him as if it was carried by the wind itself blowing his image from sight. With that note he left the area leaving the Gangrel to ponder over the words and actions of that night.

With inhuman speeds he moved ducking and weaving through to were Huho was within the building and tapped on his wrist just coming into view for a brief second and he was gone again as he gave the sign to Hugo the mission was complete.

[Alex Newhouse]

Alex roared in frustration as she raced back down the alleyway to the rat colony near the dumpsters. "Tell me all that your kind learned tonight, little brothers." She asked politely as she knelt beside the dumpster. She was certain that the cavalry would be here in a moment in any case, and wanted all the information gathered by the time they arrived.

Alex exhaled. Peter probably would have called, and Red definitely would have, but, perhaps she should act more quickly. She could always get the information while waiting. She reached for her cell phone and called the only place she knew she would get a response at this hour, MereLabs.

"Yes, I need backup as a breach site. Two hostages taken. North Hollywood. Toulouse Gallery. Hurry, please." As Alex waited for the team to respond, she gathered all the information that she could from the rats.

Perpetrators were fast, invisible, could change appearance, deadly blood. Three present during operation. No qualms about killing, and hard to kill. Unknown location of second breach site could be found through vehicle analysis.

Alex regained her composure. Whoever did this would definitely pay, no matter what it cost her.

[Hugo Ramsden]

With their mission complete, Hugo was ready to rap things up. The only thing he was waiting for was a sign from Vaga, and that came soon enough. As quickly as a nervous school boy's first time, Vaga appeared with a touch of warning, and was then gone. Knowing what he must do, he sprang from his spot and climbed up the nearest wall to the second floor. Slipping out of the very window he had destroyed when he first entered the Gallery, he hoisted himself to the rooftop.

Casually Hugo walked up to the only object on the roof aside from vents. As Hugo stopped before the EMP that they had used to knock out the power of the local area, he patted it with a demonic grin. "Good ol' Bessy." Straightening back up, he grabbed the shopping cart handle that was carrying the large EMP device and carelessly walked off into the night as he whistled a soft eerie tune throughout the night's horizon.

[Vaga Obscureria]

(O.O.C... Ok Camies we are out of this thread and just to keep the threads clean you might want to start up a new thread and close this one. I will wait a little while before making the thread of the new paper add as I would like to give other time for other camies to finish up their threads so they don't feel like we are rushing them. Plus it is no big deal since the two people tae era hostage are LOA or not even a member of BtV right at the moment.)