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"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! Running running running!" Kurai sped through the small town in his car trying to beat the sun home. 'Why, dammit, WHY do I always stay a bit longer?' he thought. His broken down Nissan shot around a corner and narrowly missed taking out an old lady in the middle of the road.
Over correcting himself, he shot into a yard and ran a series of lawn gnomes down. 'Poor things,' he thought. A stop sign directly ahead of him brought him out of his own thoughts and onto the road again. He took a right onto the next street and could make out the silhouette of his destination, The Last Stop Bar, just ahead. "Home, sweet home," He practically sobbed in relief.

Climbing out of the car he dashed for the door. He pulled for a couple seconds and thought it locked. The moment before he was about to grab it and rip it off it's hinges in his frustration, the door swung inward and there stood Rin, the owner of the bar, and his friend, looking more tousled and grumpy than ever. " Do you KNOW what time it is?!" She hissed angrily. "The sun is almost up!" Kurai mumbled an excuse to her as he slipped past and made his way towards the basement door and went to his coffin to sleep.


Okay Rin, Kye or whoever, feel free to add on! This is a collaborative work. I would hate to see it die because the rest of the guild didn't think they could join in. Feel free to add a new character!

In all fustration, Rin pervented herself from unleashing minor Hell uponm the vampire; instead, bearing her agravation at the attempted escape artist.

"Cyodie! If you would......"

A small sense of joy struck her as the lycanthrope reappeared at the base of the stairway. Despite being rather young, the onslaught of late nights was finally showing. His skin was paler than it was, and he even looked thiner. Of course that could very well be caused by his change to a "proper" lycan diet -contrast to the human one he grew up with. Even his base scent had slighty changed from his new work.

Himself and Kurai worked as bouncers for Rin. Kurai made the shift over with grace and took to himself of walking some ladies home. Kye spent more time at the bar than the door. Then again, he was helpful when the fighting started.

The look and feel about his was worn to the bone. Hair brushed every which way, clothes crumped from sleeping in chairs, and even a small red mark remained from where his head hit the bar top when he had passed out earlier from exhustion. Rin was suprised the bar top was still in one piece.

A quick motion to the chairs told her comrade what she required to let him sleep in peace. He sported a groan, but begone the work none the less. Rin found the broom and table rag, and started her own task.

The sun glazed the sky in calm pinks and lavenders by the time the two lycans had finished their work. Kye waved over this shoulder on his way up the steps. Rin watched for but a moment before going up the stairs herself for much needed rest before the next sunset found her.

Kurai's eyes flicked wide open as the scent of blood filled his nostrils. Barely muttering a quick apology to his "addiction" he whipped around toward the brawl. Barely hiding his blood lust he rushed the group and flung people out of his way on the way to the free flowing blood. Kye and a kindly looking old man were thrown aside before Kurai set his eyes on his prize. The fighters were huddled on the ground clutching various wounds. The one closest to Kurai was cradling a bleeding knee and had a hand on his forehead. The second person close to Kurai was the apparent innocent bystander and he was bleeding profusely from a slash on his upper arm. The last brawler was out cold and bleeding from the inner thigh. The two fighters didn't interest Kurai. The innocent however drew him like a moth to the flame. Kurai grabbed him by the shoulders and practically threw him onto the bar on his back. Grabbing the mans arms, Kurai effectively pinned him while he lowered his mouth to drink from the mans arm.

His name was Myron Kedler. He was 34 with two kids and a beautiful wife and a dog. He lived on Le Morte Lane and worked at a law firm: Ashton & Sawyers. He drove the company car and stopped at the same bar every night on his way home. He was currently involved in three different affairs at the same time and the stress was getting to him. Kurai pulled his mouth from Myron's arm and looked at him in disgust. Myron was pale while Kurai's cheeks had that ruddy flushed look he got when he fed. He looked almost human. Almost alive.

Myron and the two brawlers were of no more consequence to Kurai, so he allowed Kye to throw them out. Kurai returned to his "addiction", apologizing sweetly for the interruption. Kye and Rin exchanged significant glances as they watched Kurai make his way over to his the blond. "You think it happened again?" Asked Kye.




your turn!

btw, Ri'n kinda out now, she got grounded (again) and this time from the comp. sad so we'll have to do with ourselves... biggrin

Rin looked between Kye and Kurai. "I'm not sure." she answered. A small bit of worry over came her, but she brushed it off and returned to the bartop and the costumers she had abandoned.

A little while later, Kye joined her by moving the person right in front of her (while the poor guy was in mid-order) and ploping down. Rin couldn't suppress her laughter as the young man looked very put off. Once again her attention was draw back to kye as he reached over the bar and tryed to grab one of her bottles; ergo, he was forced to redraw his hand when he found a knife stabbed into the bartop not but an inch in front of his hand.

"Don't. Even. Think. About. It."

Burning rage emanated from Kurai, seeming to singe the air with the intensity of his anger. Victor lounged easily in the doorway, all pomp and ceremony and arrogance, bundled into one exceedingly vicious and charismatic being. All movement in the bar stopped as everyone eyed the situation. Seconds seemed like hours as Kurai and Victor stared. Everyone expected sparks to start flying from their eyes any minute, so intensely did they watch each other.
To anyone else, it would seem as though they simply stood and were doing nothing. But Kurai and Victor were watching with preternatural sight, watching every quiver of muscle as they waited for an attack. Rin watched impatiently for a few seconds before reaching under the bar. "We're sorry everyone." All the patrons looked at Rin as she stood up and pulled something from beneath the bar. A few of them ran out the service door, knowing what was coming. "But Tonight, we are closin' early!" With a mighty heave she whipped a .22 caliber shotgun from behind the counter and leveled it with Victors head. She squeezed the left trigger and was knocked off her feet by the recoil. Where Victor had been standing there was now a field of multiple bullet holes from the shotguns spray.




your turn!

Victor's smug smile came crawling onto his charismatic face.
"Why, What a pleasent greeting." Victor turned his icy stare on Rin, "m'lady, you can't hurt me with such a... toy."
"tell me what you did to Kye or i'll show what this 'toy' can do." she sneered. The few people left in the bar where either staring in shock or just looking back and forth, seemingly moderatly amused. after a moment of galring he spoke again.
"i sent him to the place where i hail from. Can you guess where, hmmm? Kurai?" Kurai felt like he wanted to scream in outrage. and in fact he did. a blood-curdling war cry nearly lit the air around him as he threw himself at Victor. Victor stood in the doorway, unmoving, not even a muscle tensed. Kurai flung a fist directly at victors face, and flew through the door. but as Kurai turned to look, victor was still standing there, Kurai had just passed right through him.
Victor faked a yawn, "you can't hurt the dead, you know." Kurai clenched his fists
"the hell i can't" he said through clenched teeth.
Kurai's face bunced up in concentration. his brow furrowed, his hair began to raise, as if charged with static.Kurai let out a slow breath, his voice hinting at power. the air around Kurai seemed to be getting darker, a slight purple tenderil seemed to appear and disappear around his body.

Rin was watching this with Grim facination, but as she was looking throught he doorway she noticed that the scorch marks had a peculiar pattern...



(YOUR TURN! HA!)

Dangit Kurai, just post so i can continue! i don't think she gets on much anymore...