by The Kingpin » Fri Feb 15, 2008 12:47 pm
the sound of shotgun blasts echoed through the nightclub as fanged, screeching people fell to the ground in piles of ash left, right and center. as one lunged at Drake he kicked it in the chest, knocking it back before firing a shell in it's face, the Vampire dying instantly. holstering his shotgun and putting his hands into the two sheaths on either side of his legs, a couple of loud snapping sounds were heard as the blade clasps locked around his wrists. he pulled the two black blades out of the sheaths, the silver edges of it glistening in the flashing lights of the club as Drake began a slashing frenzy, swinging his blades into any vampire that came within 3 feet of him, leaving the Vampires turning to dust all around him. soon, despite it being a nightclub and being crowded, he had emptied the entire club, piles of dust all around him. he walked on, heading for the manager's office. kicking the door open, he walked in, and spotted the tall, unusually thin man at the desk, smoking a cigar. Cuban, if his nose hadn't betrayed him. "Ahh Mr. Romero. I was wondering when you'd grace my club with your.....ugh...half-blooded presence" hissed the tall, greesy haired man as he stood up, revealing himself to be roughly 7 feet tall. "My my...you're a tall one" said Drake as he sheathed his two arm blades and drew a long sword from within a special sheath within his trenchcoat, the 5 foot long blade glistening in the smokey light of the room. "It's a handy thing, being tall. really handy for stepping on attackers" hissed the greasy, paper-skinned Vampire as he looked down at Drake. "Well i don't intend on being stepped on. you however...im not so sure about" said Drake as he swung his blade sideways into the couch seperating them, the blade slicing it neatly in half, before he kicked them aside. "Now that that's out of the way we-" started Blade before being knocked back, flying right through a window and landing on the wall of the opposite building, having twisted his form so that his hands and legs hit it. "oh no you don't" he hissed as the Vampire leapt out of the window and flew upwards, taking the form of a swarm of bats. "ugh, ENOUGH with the bat trick already! it got old CENTURIES AGO!" he yelled as he kicked off of the wall, twisting so that he hit the wall of the Nightclub's building in a similar pose, and rebounding between the two buildings until he landed on the roof of the Nightclub. the Vampire was making a break for it. dark energy started to swirl around Drake as he curled up, unleashing a demonic, vampiric roar as he exploded from within the black energy in a new form. that of a Bat-like demonic beast. leaping into the air, he beat his powerful wings, launching himself at the Vampire as it landed on a building, knocking it to the floor and sending it sprawling. a cloud of energy formed around Drake as he walked out, as if nothing had happened, his fangs bared. "You shouldn't have tried that, Tommy" hissed Drake as he looked at the wide eyed Vampire, Thomas Marcello. drawing the sword from it's sheath inside the trenchcoat, Drake swung it forward with daunting speed, the blade cutting through the Vampire's form like silk, a screech of pain coming from it as it turned to ash. "ugh, save your cries for someone who gives a ****. im outta here" said Drake as he turned back towards the Nightclub, leaping off the roof and landing on the empty street lightly, walking towards his car...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG