Massacre at City hall(Open)

[sbs]

News reporters and helicopters circulated the area of City hall. The building was littered with carved up corpses and bodie parts. Blood flowed in rivers upon the ground and into the gutters. Bodies of tactical units impaled on the flag poles and hanging within the air, their intestines acting as nooses around their necks. By this time the horrific massacre was posted all over every television set across north america. This is how it would al begin. A sudden sound of glass shattering caught the attention of the reporters as camera's recorded a man screaming and plumeting to his death only to be impaled by the large statue that one would call... 'art'

Inside the building stalked a creature of the night, his vivid and unheard footsteps marched across the building as his blood bathed sword screamed in extacy for more. His crimson eyes scanning the area, five men came bearing arms infront of the man. His black attire almost unseen by them, his crimson eyes peircing through the mask of silver hair that sheilded his dark visade from the eyes of the world. A sudden gust of wind came and the guns soon fell to peices. Within moments, lines of blood streaked rapidly across each man and with an eruption of blood they all fell into peices as well.

It wasn't long before he came to the main office of the mayor. Another gust of winded and the baracaded oak doors exploded into splinters. In walked the creature that was responcable for this massacre. In walked the once infamous jack the ripper. In walked... the pure blooded killer.

The mayor was easily spotted clutching himself in fear as he shook violently under his desk. A pathetic sight... With vivid and hastened strides the Pure Blooded Killer walked towards the mayor and placed his cold clamy hand of death around the man's throat as he drugged the portly man off his feet and hand him desprately kicking his feet as The killer's hand slowly closed in upon the mayor's throat and crushing the man's tracea.

[brocklesnarufc87]

Brock was at one of the many places he used to meet with other werewolves while traveling, and all the while, he was watching tv. On the screen, he saw the scene at city hall, and it could only bring a smirk to his face. It had been awhile, years actually, since he had met an individual who was capable of producing such destruction. Their meets were never friendly, and they always ended in a blood bath for both sides. Brock had become a lot more powerful since then, but that didn't mean he could easily beat this being responsible for the city hall murders.

Without a word being said, Brock turned and went downstairs to a room where he stored all the weapons he would need. Upon entering a number into a keypad, a pair of doors opened and Brock gazed upon the stock of weapons. He took an M14, two Walther P99s, a knife, and of course, his katana. Once he had everything gathered, he locked the doors and left the building. It was a short walk to city hall, and when he got there, he stood a distance away and looked upon the destruction.

The whole thing brought yet another smirk to his face, but he knew he couldn't just walk through the police and hope to get in...in this form. So he placed everything on the ground, then shifted to his wolf form and picked them back up. Brock then charged into the road blocks, and as soon as the cops saw him, they started to fire. He dodged every bullet with ease, then broke through the glass and into the lounge.

After getting out of the sight of the public, he went back to human form, his weapons still with him. Then he took an elevator to the top floor where he had seen a body fly out of the window. From there on, he just used his senses to tell him where this vampire was. In minutes, he reached the mayor's office, and Brock knew for sure that the one he was looking for was in here. With that, he opened the door and stood behind this being. "Long time no see." He said with a smirk. "Missed you."

[alora]

Something was amiss that’s for certain. Right when Vicious entered the room there was a bizarre change in the atmosphere but what? Surely the Pure Blooded Killer and the now deceased mayor were the only ones in the room! Oh but in that you are wrong. It was then an eerie chill filled the room. A split second later, the patio windows shot open and a blur of motion was seen shortly thereafter. Any undead being would know right away that another was somewhere in the darkness but where? There was no scent alerting of this being’s presence not even a single sound! ”Ah..Vicious I’ve heard so much about you. The famous Jack The Ripper now dubbed The Pureblooded Killer.” A smooth voice belonging to a female echoed throughout the entire room. Still, she didn’t make herself known.
”I’ve been watching you for quite some time but I’m not pleased with what you are doing.” Then someone leapt down from the ceiling, landing gracefully before the male, head bowed, black hair covering her face. In her hands were scimitars freshly sharpened from the previous evening, ”You’re making more enemies than you are friends. I would advise you stop your foolish actions or eventually meet an unfortunate demise. If not by my hand, then by another’s.” Head snapped up, icy blue eyes boring into her opponent’s. What a pale creature she was!
”I’ll give you two options. Either you leave now and stop what you are doing or…” She swept her hand before her. Moments later? The mayor’s corpse was assaulted by invisible weapons! Skin was torn, blood gushed forth and even a limb came close to being severed! What on earth..? ”Choose. I’m waiting.” It was then a familiar face stepped in. "Long time no see indeed, Brock. Long time no see..." Dammit. He showed up at the WORST times.

{Sorry honey I couldn’t resist. I haven’t played with Alora for a while X3}

[sbs]

[No problem babe... just don't expect me to go easy of either of you. Been holding back for far to long ^^]

A grimmacing smirk crawled over the lips of the man's facial features which were hidden behind his silver hair. With a flick of his sword the blood seemed to come off easily as he turned towards the lycan and the other vampire. "Brock... the dog leader..." He said turning towards both of them. An empty hand combed through his hair, brushing out of his face to reveil a crimson gaze towards his newly found opponents. "Can not say it's a pleasure to be reunited with such a weakling." He insulted as the smirk seemed to grown wider. The lycan was a simple bore. Nothing that his true skill would be wasted upon.

The female however... peeked his interest with an undying desire. As the corpse of the city's leader was ravaged by invisible weapons it peaked his interest even more as his grin grew wider, revieling his lengthened fangs. He advanced forward three steps, pointing his katana towards the female. "I beleive you have my anwser."

[brocklesnarufc87]

Brock's smirk turned to a more sadistic one as the vampire called him weak. "That was years and years ago my friend. Hate to break it to you, but things have changed. I was weak back then, but now, I'm one of the strongest you'll ever come across." He then slid his katana out of its sheath as the light glimmered off the blade. "I'd be more than happy to prove it to you. If you take up the offer, I don't want you going light on me."

His glance then shifted over to the female vampire, but he still kept Vicious in his sights. "So..this going to be last one standing? Or maybe a two on one?" Brock really didn't want the two on one, he had unfinished business with Vicious, and he'd rather take him on without interuption. This was a long and drawn out rivalry, a rivalry that was sure to bring blood upon each meeting. With that being said, he looked back at Vicious.

"Times change Vicous, and so do people. Now allow me to show you the change that's emerged since the last time we saw each other." Brock knew that if a battle were to take place, it'd be good. He also knew that Vicious was powerful, but if he wanted to taunt him, then he'd find himself doing the same. "In fact, I think I find you as the weak one here. Pathetic..."

[alora]

Alora shot Brock a venomous glare, once icy blue eyes now taking on a lavender glow. Isn't it strange how the undead have a tendency to change so dramatically at such short notice? Must have to do with certain chemicals being poured into the body, preparing for the right moment to strike. It was then Vicious had his katana aimed at the vampiress did she snap out of her little "debate" with herself.

Ignoring Brock, she smiled and slapped his blade aside with her scimitar, aiming the sharp end towards his throat. Was she taunting this notorious blood thirsty killer? It would seem that way. The thought was confirmed with a cold yet amused smile, "And it would seem you have mine as well, Pureblooded Killer. I'll call you Vicious though. I'd rather not waste my breath."

Lavender eyes looked towards Brock in a dull manner. It's clear she wanted to fight Vicious herself. And honestly...what was with everyone and katanas?! Isn't it obvious that duel wielding was better? Plus...they were overrated.

The Blue Butterfly looked at Brock's katana, rolled her eyes and then shot her attention back at her target, "Away with you Brock. You owe me for saving those lycans a long time ago. I'll consider the debt repaid tonight if you stay out of this..."

[sbs]

His smirk grew darker as Alora held her scimitar towards his throat. "interesting..." He said with a dark and delightful tone. With a flick of his wrist the hand that held the katana smacked across the side of the scimitar and pushed it aside as Vicious took a step back. One would think the vampires had forgoten poor Brock however the Pure Blooded Killer hadn't. As he retreated one step his free hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a vile of silver powder.

With one swift motion of his thumb, the Pure Blooded Killer opened the vile and flicked his wrist. The silver powder pouring out onto the floor. When the vile was empty the Pure Blood's eyes glew a dark scarlet color as the wind kicked up and blew the silver powder towards Brock. "We'll see who is pathetic lycan... I wouldn't breath if I were you." He laughed a dark laugh filled with malice and darkness as he turned his attention towards the female. "Ah... Alora, how very nice to meet you." he stated as he gave her a curt bow followed by a mischeivious grin. He had peirced the walls within her mind to receive her mind. The mere thought of getting their mind peirced engraged most vampires.

[alora]

Alora also bowed to the Pure Blooded Killer but it was moreso in a mocking manner. The assassin had no respect for a male like him and felt it necessary to get rid of him. Permanently. It was then her taunting expression took on malice. "You've gone and taken all those lives, and not even because you were thirsty. Is it fun? Is that what it takes for filth like you to get off?" She snarled.

It was then he entered into her mind, dwelving into things he shouldn't even look at. Bastard. There was one fault with his attempt though...one's mind had to be opened to allow information to come in...so Alora took this advantage to invade his.

Once she got a few things from the male, she withdrew and set up strong barriers around her, "An interesting being you are, Vicious. Interesting indeed. But let's not play mind tricks." Alora got into an attack/defense stance and glared at him, eyes wide with excitement. Finally! A worthy opponent!

"Come at me..."

[sbs]

Like every Pure Blood new, their minds were open when probing another's but there was a trick to throw them off, he decieved her with false information that she obtained. He smiled with delight as he dropped into a gato-jutsu stance. In his left hand the sword was held near the end of the hilt as his other hand was held under the tip of the blade. It looked as though he was going to play pool with his katana.

"With pleasure." He said as he dartered towards her and thrusted his blade forward. It was a simply form that Vicious had learned while in the land of the rising sun. He had drained the blood of many hitokiri and Shensingumi, mainly vampiric pure bloods. And through this he gained their knowlege at their sword martial arts, as well as learning the art of his master and modifying it. It was that fateful night that his master was killed that Vicious took the opertunity to draw his knowlege from the blood of the ancient Rounin. He knew every combative knowlege of japanese steel. If this Alora woman prooved proffecient, he would use more than five percent of his knowlege.

[alora]

Now something wasn’t right here. The information the female received was…forced. Alora had run into many vampires who managed to put in fake memories and false information to throw her off. Hah. Not this time. Her teachers from the old assassin guild taught her all too well. Her opponent charged forth in an attempt to pierce her through! ”Foolish attack…” she mumbled. Right when it seems Vicious would win with one strike, Alora leapt up, missing the hit and shot down, stomping her foot into his back. After that, she leapt backwards, flipping once and landed gracefully atop the mayor’s desk. ”Your moves are easy to predict, Vicious. You might as well try something different for once. I’m not like other opponents you’ve faced I can assure you.”

The female jumped up and planted her feet onto the ceiling, now walking in an idle manner. It’s amazing how calm she was in the face of such a strong vampire! ”I’ve kept myself hidden from society long enough it seems. I vanish for a good while and look what happens. Chaos…then again…” She flashed a grin, ”I absolutely adore chaos. Gives me something to do. So what are you doing to do now, Vicious? I’m waiting. And please…don’t hold back. I’m sick of opponents doing that to me. There’s more than meets the eye.”

[sbs]

As Alora walked gingerly upon the ceiling his eyes lit up and his dark grin grew even more. She didn't expect such a masterful vampire to simply have just one trick up his sleeve. Most preceived Gato-jutsu as a one trick thrusting movement but this wasn't the case. Vicious coiled his legs and turned launching up with a fearocious spin towards Amoura. He roated his body as his feet landed upon the ceiling as his rotating slash came toward Alora's mid-section.

He smiled as he missed by a few inches on perpose. He retracted his blade and switched stancing as the blade was held above his head and pointed towards Alora. His legs were bent and he was in a horse stance. One would think he would thrust agian however he had dark intentions in his mind. Deep within the black abyss that ment self destruction of the mind if one chose to try and probe that deeply into his head.

[†The Blood Countess†]

The skilled assassin stepped back, narrowly missing the tip by a mere centimeter. What she didn’t know is that Vicious had intentionally missed for unknown. It mattered not though. Just for kicks, she swiped at the male, somehow managing to sever a few strands of his hair. A few more swipes and those strands were now in peaces at the floor. ”I can tell you are going to be quite the challenge, Vicious. Let’s just hope you don’t end up disappointing me like so many others have.” He had technique, she’ll give him that but she had methods of her own.

Without warning, Alora charged forth, clashing blades with him. Her scimitars were formed into an X and held onto his katana. ”Very nice blade you’ve got. I can tell you take good care of it. Someone with such well kept weapon obviously uses it often.” What will the male do now? Shall he try to force an attack? Stay where he was and toss out a petty insult?

”I wonder how many lives you saved…and how many you failed to save with this…”

[sbs]

A swift and hard front push kick conected to her gut pushing her from his blade. He knew she was talking of his wife and master, but he wouldn't allow her to see the rage building within his eyes. "Wonder all you wish." He stated. His grin didn't reciede as he pulled another vile from his pocket. He would have to remeber to thank Amoura for her concoqtions. He tossed the vile and smacked it with his blade abruptly. The glass shattered and a clear slime coated the blade and ran down it.

"An ancient master such as myself has many secrets and tricks. This gel upon my blade withh comend your end." he said with his sadistic grin reaching it's limits. He reached into his pocket and pulled his now gloved hand out. "Let us begin the true fun." He stated taking a step towards her and lashing out with a simple hard strike.

[alora]

Alora felt a kick connect with her stomach, sending her flying back, even off the ceiling! Ouch that’s godda hurt! With a slight snarl, she was back up on the ceiling, eyes slowly going from hatred to…delight? Blades lowered, the female started circling around Vicious, a dark smile on her face. ”Torture me as you will, Vicious. It won’t change what happened in the past.” He didn’t attack. It’s clear he was listening to what she had to say…or was preparing to strike. ”I did my research before meeting you this night. I know of your history and what happened so long ago.”

The female was now back to back wit hVicious, all of her face hidden behind curly black hair say for her wicked smile, ”You can take life so easily, Vicious. I’m sure for you it’s much more simple than defending is it not? You failed to save your wife and master, two people you cared so deeply for. Is all this slaughter your way of relieving the pain you’ve felt? I’ll have you know it will get you no where.”

Alora jumped down from the ceiling, narrowly missing a strike from Vicious, ”But I know you won’t listen to reason. You seem to be the type who won’t even care. You’re too far gone…pity. What would your precious wifey say?”

[sbs]

Alora was treading a thin line of ice that was hastily cracking and falling away under her wieght. To bring up such events of his past was a wrong move on anyone's part. The Pure Blooded Killer's eyes started to glow intently. The molecules in theair swiftly changing in density. Something was happening but only the Ripper knew exactly. He gently fell from the ceiling, flipping around and landing on his feet. He allowed the wind to stop blowing the silver powder around Brock and focused intently upon the female.

"If you're looking to attack me mentally you will fail. I have subsided those memories a long time ago." He stated as he stepped forward. He then dropped into another horse stance and seathed his blade. one hand grasped the sheath with his thumb pressted agianst the guard and the other hand held firmly upon the hilt. He krept towards her ready and waiting for an attack.

It was then he smiled as he delivered a horizontal slash towards her throat. It was only when she would attack that she would see something was wrong.