Shadowworld
 

"Care for another one?" The bartender asked. "Thanks, but this is it for me. The sun'll be up soon, so I've got to get going. Though the offer was tempting, since this is the only place that knows what a true bloody mary is." the dark-blue-haired girl at the bar said, setting down some money and getting up. "See you later." she said to him. "'bye Erika." The bartender said, as she headed to the door.

Outside, the sky was still dark, though most of the stars that were visable were starting to fade. Erika, however, wasn't too worried about being cought in the sun, as her home was not that far away, and she knew the route well enough to travel it blind. However, walking past an allyway she felt strong hands grab her and pull her in. From what she could see, three or four thugs were eyeing her up, and one kept looking at her crystal. Erika could only make muffled noises as the thug took the crystal off of her neck. "Heh, this'll be worth a pretty penny." he said.

Joseph had come to the streets of the city a week ago now. He had wandered the streets, doing nothing in particular. His goal seemed so distant and unachievable at this time. But he knew that he must try. This particular sojurn through the streets, which was indeed part of his duties, had caused him to chance upon a young looking woman, being attacked by thugs. Not knowing whether she was able to defend herself or not, he drew his blade.
A quick moment later and one thug lay dead, his head bleeding slowly in the gutter. A second turned, a look of panic in his eyes. A quick stroke left this one dead as well.

Johnathan moved along the shadows of an alley, he was heading home before he would get caught in the sunlight. His whiteish grey seeing clearly in the dark alley. He could smell, hell he could almost taste blood in the air. He resisted the urge to lick his lips and tried to continue on his way. His cane was tucked under his armpit. his right hand resting on the bronze head of the walking stick.

The remaining two dove for cover,the one holding Erika dove behind a dumpser while drawing a knife, then other was headed for a doorway but got tripped up on the body of one of the falled thugs.

Joseph drew his pistol.

"Goodnight."

One shot and the tripped thug was dead. The other, seeing that his situation was hopeless, ran down the alley as fast as he possibly could.
Joseph wiped off the sword and reholstered both it and the pistol. This done he turned to the young woman to see if she was alright.

"Miss? Are you okay? Did they take anything?"

OOC: In the dim light he has failed to notice that she is a vampire.

"Um...yeah..thanks. I'm ok." Erika said, grabbing her crystal from the dead thugs's hands. A quick inspection showed that the crystal itself wasn't damaged, but the clasp was broken. "Damn. Guess I'll have to get it fixed." she said to herself as she walked out of the alley.

The remaining thug ran into an out stretched arm and fell into the arms of the white haired vampire. He placed a hand over the mouth of the thug as he made a quick meal of him. <Waste not want not.> he said.

Kurt pulled his sword from the man's chest, leaving a clean hole about 5 inches left and 4 down from his neck. He brought the blade up by his face, blood covering its length with a viscous film.

He had tracked this man and his partner for a good 2 weeks since he investigated the slaughter of 15 souls in a vampire enclave in the hills east of the city. He relished the moment when he found them, and made a quick meal of the other man before this.

The dying man had a look of hatred in his face that faded away into oblivion as the avenging vampire licked his blade clean.

Hate begets hate, prick.
Thinks out loud, sheathing the weapon and mounting his bright yellow motorcycle. He pulls on the matching helmet and snaps down the deep tinted visor. The bike hummed to life, the sound growing to a roar as he screeched down the alley and onto the city's main thoroughfare. The neon an the huge television screens were coming back to life after a brief period of rest after the hard partiers went to bed at last, and before the hard workers woke up. (I'm assuming it looks New Yorkish). The first rays of sun shot through the clouds above, stinging his exposed wrists. He pulls them down and lays in on the throttle, pushing the machine past 100 Mph on the not yet crowded street.
Quick ride to freedom...right.
He mutters, slowing quckly and pulling an endo in front of the safe house.

A black motorcycle came streaming down a nearby street, pulling into the nearest vacant alley. Shorath put down the kickstand and yanked off his helmet, shaking out his hair briefly. The crucifix at his neck began to grow warm. Vampires were nearby. That was good; he could possibly end another unholy mockery of God's gift before day broke and the world passed back into the hands of its rightful owners. With the sun beginning to peek above the horizon, the dead would be at their weakest. Feeling for the heavy belt he wore, Shorath pulled loose a handgun in one hand and a stake in the other, and sprinted out toward the sounds of battle.

(As always, yell at me if you want me to change something. It has to be a yell. Shouts and screams will not be accepted. English is preferable as well)

Dante swore as the man on the motorcycle sprinted away. He grabbed the pistol and clips out of his dashboard and ran after him. He wondered if the man even knew he had almost killed himself on Dante's front bumper. Probably not. That is, after all, why I plan on telling the dum...was that a gunshot? Dante slowed to a jog and thought for a moment. Then began running once again, this time with pistol out.

Eh, I've done stupider things before, this probably won't hurt.