Post by ranka on Mar 2, 2009 22:00:24 GMT -5
Ranka Darkbroode
is now entering it's all in yer mind
is now entering it's all in yer mind
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About You;;
behind the RPer
behind the RPer
Name:
Age: 18
Years of Rping: 5
Contact: robert_22_726@hotmail.com
ID Tag;;
Alias: Ranka, The Assassin, The Killer, The Freak, The Red Angel, Blood Money
Name: Ranka Darkbroode
Gender: Male
Orientation: Undisclosed
Real Age: 93
Physical Age: 27
Species: Vampire
Sire: Ranka has no recollection of his sire. The only clue he has are from occasional nightmares, and the way his dark gift has developed.
Religious Affiliation: Catholic
Wealth: Upper middle-class
Job: Professional Hitman and Demon HunterDear Diary;;
Specialties:
Pheromone Control/ Hypnosis
Super Speed
Super Human Strength
Super Human Hearing
Super Human Smell
Super Healing
Defy Gravity
Uncanny Reflexes
Increased Agility
Poisonous Blood
Genius-level Intellect
Blood & Eagle Vision
Uncanny Resilience
Aerokenisis
Summary:
Ranka, first a human subjected to the machinations of top-secret government experimentations then turned a night-walker developed many traits unique even amongst his kin. Despite his relatively young age for a Vampire, Ranka has access to the full spectrum of his birth-given abilities - some even consider him a prodigy in his caste. Over the years, the assassin evolved into an even more reputable killing machine by discovering his talents. Often the target of other vampires due to the nature of some of his work, Ranka quickly discovered that the toxins pumped in his veins as a human still flow through him to this day, and that so much as drinking a few ounces of his blood will fatally poison any being—even another fellow nightwalker. It is perhaps a result of his modified anatomy that Ranka’s abilities have grown to such an extent over the short years of his life, and that his saliva acts as a potent paralysing agent once it penetrates the bloodstream.
Due to his uniquely accelerated metabolism, Ranka’s bloodlust was also increased, and in consequence to this, he is required to feed far more often than any other vampire. This is not without a distinct advantage though, for Ranka’s power is subjected to increase every time he feeds. Like other vampires, he will assimilate the strength and knowledge of his preys – the bigger carnage, the greater the power. Ranka’s dark gift further developed his physical abilities by giving him a set of visions that allows his eyes to focus across great distances, and see clearly in spite of different lightings and environmental hazards. Also, his vision has developed a sixth sense, enabling him to see blood as bright shades of light—even through material matter, while not impairing his ability to see objects.
Recently, after being contracted to kill a nest of vampires and feeding on their carcasses, Ranka’s dark gift matured. Through sheer acts of will, it seemed as though he was able to shift air currents, allowing him to travel to new heights with his jumps, and even divert the course of projectiles with powerful and instantaneous bursts of wind. Subconsciously, the power also seems to manifest, as a gentle breeze always seems to surround the vampire, oft making his cape dance even though all else remains still.
Weakness:
1. Bloodlust
2. Sunlight, Silver, Holy artefacts
3. Deprived of his left natural arm
Summary:
Ranka’s greatest flaw is his passion for the kill; he grows an unhealthy obsession for a prey, and enjoys inflicting a number of psychological and physical tortures before offering the peace of death. Subtlety is neither his interest nor his forte—he leaves evidence of his involvement, and often appreciates hearing about the interpretations of his deeds from others as an unknowing bystander. His unnatural bloodlust amongst his kind only enforces this weakness, by involving him in an obscene amount of twisted murders by forcing him to feed. The bloodlust itself, at times, can become so strong that even Ranka fails to see the line between friend and foe, and often continue on an animal frenzy. Like any Nosferatu, Ranka’s poison is made from holy daylight and silver, however, due to his unique nature as a result of human experimentations, he has an unnatural resilience to these elements amongst his kind. The experiments who created Ranka also amputated his left arm and replaced it with a cybernetic prosthesis. While the mechanical arm is outfitted to complement Ranka’s fighting abilities, it also limits his ability to handle certain objects.Appearance;;
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red
Height: 6’0”
Marks: None
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Pale
Body Type: Athletic
Clothing Style: Ranka wears a red band over his head with his bangs emerging over it, his most distinctive feature is his tattered red cape, held in place over his shoulders and lower face by several buckles. Underneath his cape, Ranka’s attire is composed of a black body-suit with several straps and buckles covering his entire body. Ranka wears several holsters for his guns, mainly against his right leg, and another one against his back at belt level. A series of utility belts complete the outfit in order to allow Ranka to carry a maximum amount of his arsenal and ammunition.
Footwear: Ranka wears metal-capped boots designed for combat and protection. While they have been designed specifically for the vampire, many would mistake them for Harley Davidson riding boots due to the aesthetic resemblance between the two.
Summary: There is no denying that Ranka Darkbroode is a distinctively recognizable figure, not only in his appearance, but also in the attire he chooses to wear. Despite having a history of violent physical tortures, Ranka’s vampirism made him develop an unnatural beauty even by nightwalker standards—his skin a silky white, void of any and all imperfection. An identifying aspect of Ranka lays in the fact that he has no marks at all; his features are as flawless—and as haunting as a porcelain figure. In steep contrast with his pale complexion is his stark black hair, un-kept and messy, giving him what many would qualify to be a rock-star look, even though he would never admit it himself. Letting on his vampiric origin are his deep ruby-red eyes whom seem to share a nearly hypnotic quality to them, if not for the fact that anyone who stares into them are at a lost for the sharp, cold gaze of the nightwalker.Personality;;
Likes:
1. Simple miscellaneous activities
2. Solitude
3. Killing
Dislikes:
1. Politics and governments
2. Religion
3. People
Flaws:
1. Contradictory views
2. Obsessive personality
3. Recklessness
Summary:
Ranka is a man broken by his tortured past, and it reflects in his personality. While mostly introverted by nature, the vampire’s personality suffers from many inconsistencies, which often bothers anyone that deems themselves foolish enough to consider knowing him. At heart, Rana is a man of simple tastes, enjoying the peace and quiet reprieve of being at home, listening to classical music while taking a sip of wine. Despite being a vampire, Ranka enjoys being able to accommodate himself to a human lifestyle, spending most of his spare time reading, or sleeping. While he is not a social pariah, Ranka appreciates participating in diverse social rituals, such as going to see a movie, a club or concert. He has a passion for the human impersonation of vampires, finding the numerous portraits of his race amusing in regards to the truth of it all. While never brought to reflect on it, Ranka enjoys fighting the forces of Darkness and bring justice to the inhumanities of the world even if his bloodlust often gets in the way of his ideals. The paradox of it all is that Ranka also enjoys to give into his baser vampire instincts—kill and maim without any reservations, bite and drink to his heart’s content. One of his greatest flaws is his obsession for the hunt, and absolute desire to dominate his preys, many times endangering himself only for the sake of breaking them, even if the motion in itself isn’t particularly productive to any goals save for his own self-satisfaction. He has a burning hate for politics, government officials and anyone who holds a privilege status over the population due to his past involvement with military experiments, and how they have betrayed him. This being said, Ranka despises any form of organization, especially with ritualistic or political purposes. It is also safe to assume that, having seen the worst faces of humanity, Ranka is not empathetic towards any soul–living or otherwise; he is as willing to kill a demon as well as a human if he deems them unworthy of their existence.Background Check;;
Family Members:Deceased
Birth Place: Rawdon, Canada
Childhood: Memories of his childhood are few and in most cases fragmented, however Ranka does remember that his youth was happily spent far in the Canadian country-side in a rather wealthy family. He knows his liking for the peace of standing by a fireplace in silence comes from there, as well as his love for landscapes and solitude, where many would assume they are by-products of his vampiric nature.
Transformation: Ranka was part of a secret government experiment bound to create manufactured vampires in order to create a more durable kind of soldier on the battlefield. He was the prototype of the project, and alas the only specimen. After going through a series of mutations via genetic manipulation whilst being held stable closest to full medical death, Ranka’s transformation as a monster was complete. Over the years it took to finalize the project, Ranka slowly fell out of sanity, and eventually rebelled against his military captors, assassinating everyone in the complex before attempting his escape. He was terminated by the well-organized forces, and would have disappeared amidst a pile of documentation were it not for the unlikely apparition of a vampire on the scene of the massacre. Through a motive unknown by Ranka even to this day, the vampire decided to resurrect him as a nightwalker, and leave him stranded exactly where his previous life had ended.
Prey: Generally, Ranka drinks from blood-packs he buys off the black-market, although he will go on the occasional night-stroll every now and then to satisfy his thirst. There are some occasions where he also likes to taste his contracts.
Fang Power: Ranka’s saliva is a powerful anti-coagulant which allows him to drink freely from his preys. The fangs themselves carry a paralysing agent, which acts quickly once it infiltrates the blood-stream, effectively trapping the unfortunate soul in his embrace.
Other Transformation: In order to turn another into his kin, Ranka must first drink their blood, and then make them drink his own in return. Following this process, the body will die and vampirism will take place. Newborns of Ranka’s are usually prone to violent nightmares, which sometimes take on the form of his memories.
History:
Ranka Darkbroode, originally known as David Roberge was born in the Lanaudière region of the Canadian province of Québec, in the village of Rawdon, where he spent most of his childhood, isolated from the worries of the city and harsh living conditions of the poorer families of his time. By all means, his childhood was a happy one, and by the time he was ten, his family moved to New-York where better job opportunities presented themselves for his parents. They barely had time to move in before an unfortunate car accident took the life of both parents, and left David in a critical states with severe cranial trauma. Luckily for the child, he went under rehabilitation and eventually made a full recovery despite the long process of several years, after which he was able to enrol in the army and pursue his studies. After earning honours in all of his classes, and a degree in engineering, the growing threat of the German Nazi erupting in Europe, made it short for David to be elected to supervise, as a CIA agent, some of the top scientists working for the government.
With no official citizenship and virtually no identity, David made a perfect candidate for the said experiment…Experiment Codename : Ranka
ID NO.#: Pegasus /79013342
PROJECT LEADER: Professor Malee, PhD, M.D., Chicago Lab. Corp.
PROJECT NO.#: PEGA.GENE.SCI.sal124610
Personal Information:
Age: 27
Birthdate: October 13th
Height: 6'0
Blood Type: A
Occupation: Former CIA Agent
Specific Job: Former Engineering Supervisor for Project Pegasus
Current Location/Whereabouts: Unknown
EXPERIMENT LOG/SUBJECT PROGRESS:
ENTRY 1: Project began on date XX/XX/XX, with the physical incapacitation of the subject after he had expressed interest in halting my other human-based projects, namely, the VC Project at Salvador. He had moral objections to my sciences, and to my personal life, and I had some objections to the way he tended to get too nosy with my business. A curious member of the CIA was a far too dangerous person to have wandering about, so I decided that he would make an excellent volunteer for my studies.
He was a white male of six feet, zero inches in height, black hair and brown eyes. Physically, he was not as strong as some of my previous subjects, but he appeared to make up for that flaw with higher than average intelligence. The project would also make up for his poor physical stamina. He was brought as close to full clinical brain-death as we can possibly revive someone from, for the commencement of testing. Heart rate was slowed to zero beats per min, ocular reaction time: 18.02 min/sec, temp. 43.F, cerebral alpha wave production ceased twice, beta wave production, once. Destruction of the brain cells through anoxia was surprisingly, not noted throughout the ordeal. Testing will begin now.
ENTRY 2: Subject physically appears to be completely stable. His body is slowly undergoing the fantastic xenogenic transformations that I have before noted with heavy use of exobiological genetic splicing. His left arm, from the joint of the elbow to the phalanges, is almost been rendered completely useless from the incapacitation. Perhaps I should have used a smaller caliber round, but then again, perhaps not. Mentally, he seems to be facing the same effects as some of the other subjects. Temporary bouts of schizoid, manic/depressive, and paranoiac behavior is rather marked in him. He is responding very poorly to treatments of thorazine and cephaloxin, quite often because he believes that the drugs are making him appear more ill. He is quite vocal now at the time of this entry, which is telling me, that it is time for more tranquilizers (For the both of us).
ENTRY 3: Subject's health is failing rapidly due to a gangrenous infection that has centralized in his left arm. A large amount of seeping yellow lymph from the arm's surviving live tissue stump, and leaking through various exposed wounds is indicating a far higher than normal white blood cell count, which can only have one of three explanations - 1. Nodal lymphoma, 2. High immunological response to the gene therapy, or 3. Perhaps he has developed a new form of leukemia, the likes of which I have seen elsewhere only in rare cases with canid mammals. If it is proven to be cancerous, then the subject will be terminated shortly thereafter. But in the meantime, it appears that I will be forced to amputate the infected limb. This is actually advantageous, as I have just recently learned that a recently deceased colleague of mine had just completed a new type of artificial arm. I would like to be the first one to test its effectiveness.
ENTRY 4: The amputation was a complete success, and the gangrenous infection is now gone. The new arm is working nicely, and it's overall 'claw' shape has given me a new idea with which to take this project. The subject's body is doing well, and even though I cannot find the cause of the increased white blood cell count, it does not seem to be negatively affecting the project. The subject is far more vicious now than ever before, and quite often I have to restrain him with cattle ties and nylon straps. It would appear that the genetic enhancements are working well, as he now can easily overpower two men. I am exchanging the anti-psychotic thorazine with a much stronger drug, the veterinary anesthetic diazepam. I am familiar with the veterinary uses of this drug, but as noted before, I typically do not use anesthetics in my experiments, as the subjects to not appear to be affected by them. But when they are delivered in very high doses, the subjects can be temporarily weakened and quieted by these drugs. An interesting side effect of the gene therapy.
ENTRY 5: I have become quite inventive with my recent work on Mr. Ranka, as we named him this way since he represents magnificently the project. I have been experimenting with the various genes that control the color of his irises. I had attempted to engineer them to change color in the light, making in effect, a reflecting surface that resembled a compact disks' surface. But his eyes' genes were uncooperative, and instead I simply abandoned the experiment temporarily, and have left his irises colorless, and red, in case I ever choose to return to that project. His abilities are limited, at best, but can be quite entertaining when things get too quiet down here. His hair is much longer now, and he is far more solemn and depressed than before. I think that he has finally come to the realization that my experiments are not a temporary thing, and that he will never be able to be free again. His mental clarity is surprisingly sharp, and I believe now that his memories are the only things keeping him from going completely mad. But even they cannot change the fact that he is no longer fully human. He is a creation, created through the processes of my science. He is now a manufactured 'monster', which is more correctly known as a 'teratogen'. One of my assistants even thinks that when he is unconscious, he resembles the classical brooding vampires of popular horror legends. I think that I will make further attempts to make him look more like this.
ENTRY 6: Amazingly, during the combat test into which we tested both his precision with firearms and his prowess with his 'claw', results proved to be quite unbelievable. He himself asked his target to be a lone pin, attached to the ceiling by a transparent wire at a distance of exactly 252.6 yards. We suggested that he use one of the many long range snipers but he insisted on keeping a modified semi-automatic magnum which even to my inexperienced eye in this matter, seemed to be a weapon with enough power to jump into your hands and thus, making precision quite difficult. Even so, he shot the pin with the center of the projectile, which I saw for myself in the analyze of the video recordings. As for the test of his symbiotic 'claw', we tested him against other subjects that had been exposed to the VI, and chipped. Ranka effortlessly killed the other subject in rather... Unorthodox and painful manner yet his vital signs showed no fluctuations. Unofficially, Mr. Ranka has earned a reputation for being the most promising experiment around the entire lab. Hopefully this will give the poor beast some reprieve for its fate.
ENTRY 7: I have entered far more cells of the VI into him than before because he seemed to be doing so well with the previous therapies. I have left his genes open for further entries and changes with his DNA coding, in case I come up with something new to add to his collection of abilities. But even through all of this, I have become bored with him. His genes, his eyes, his twisted body... all of him. I have several new projects going on now, one of which is my life's greatest work, with my new colleague, a certain Mr. Belmont. He is showing far more promise then any of us could have hoped for, and I will strive for that perfection with him. I am finalizing the test data for this project, so I can focus my creative energies on more pressing matters. I believe that Mr. Ranka is finally a broken man, as he no longer speaks to anyone. In his most recent physical form, he is almost completely unrecognizable as the normal human man that he was before. He does still inspire this elegance he always had though, truly making him seem like what I have wanted him to be, a vampire. He is the first of multiple successes to follow. Regardless, he is still only a test subject, and thus the project itself will be deemed a failure when I will create another superior to him, as goes the infinite chain in the progress of science.
After years of brutal medical torture, David was officially dead and forgotten, to be replaced by the product of the Pegasus project; Ranka Darkbroode. It was only moments after Malee filled in his last report that he, and the entire personnel of the military complex were assassinated by Ranka. Powered by an unstable thirst for revenge against his captors, and with the facility sealed to prevent the escape of any contaminant, he slaughtered them all over the course of several days, after which he was able to escape barely alive but with a meagre form of reprieve. Created an artificial vampire, untouched by the curse, and powered by blood-lust, Ranka slew his aimless path through the years until the government took actions against their old pet. At exactly 27 years of age, project Pegasus, Ranka Darkbroode was terminated.
His soul falling into the abyss of hell, he spent months in the harsh sleep of death until an ancient Nosferatu revived him by giving him its own blood, and tore him away from the devil’s grasp. By a strange turn of fate, that very same night, the Elder left Ranka, never to return. Haunted by violent nightmares, but sated by his sire’s ancient power, Ranka was finally in control of his thoughts, and his hunger. Still, the hell he had endured left its mark on the vampire, and so had vanished all his faith in humanity.
Made to kill, and then reborn for the same purpose, Ranka decided to use his natural talents to begin a lucrative business as a hired killer. Working his way into the underworld, he eventually built a network around which he could begin to reach for his goal. The first jobs were easy, and paid enough to give him a humane lifestyle, however it was soon realized that the vampires potential was wasted on the petty killings. Eventually, over the years, greater contracts took notice of Ranka’s talents until he was able to leave the underworld and affiliate himself with greater, more obscure enterprises. Some jobs made him travel all over the world to eliminate a single target, each varying in risk, but regardless of that, every job had one thing in common; they paid extremely well… and sometimes in things far more precious than money. Weapons, power, political leverage—all soon were at Ranka’s fingertips as payment for the jobs, and with each killing, so did his dark gift evolve.
After decades, Ranka was even contracted to hunt down other vampires, werewolves and mystical beast of any kind. All of which he executed with an uncanny flawlessness. No contract ever escaped him; he was The Red Angel, the traitorous vampire, killer of his own kind. With each contract, he also took the liberty of drinking their blood, eventually making his dark gift mature further, and transforming him into an even more ruthless predator.
Everything did not come without a price though; for his transgression against all species, Ranka has no true allies—his allegiance was his own. He was deemed a traitor to the vampire clans, and an enemy of Lycans and humans alike. To this day, it is safe to say that the vampire’s head is sought by many circles, alas many still seek his services and would gladly kill and die so that his killing legacy may live on.
Code Word:'do the mashed potato, do the twist'Mad Skills;;
“I’d usually charge more for a job like that…” He answered after hearing the man’s proposition, absently rotating the revolver that rested on the hard, wooden desk. Admittedly, big contractors had a knack for annoying the hell out of him, and this particular messenger had picked the wrong job into delivering this kind of offer to the vampire.
Regardless of the red-caped assassin’s displeasure, and obvious temptation at using the weapon in front of him, the formally dressed human remained perfectly calm—obviously having been in the same kind of situation before. Not even his pulse fluctuated, which aside from being miraculous also gave Ranka the knowledge that there was evidently something else the man had to tell him. The sound of metal scratching against wood was abruptly stopped, followed by the distinctive click of the revolver’s hammer…
The vampire was not in a particularly patient mood.
“We are aware of that, Mr. Darkbroode, although we thought you might want something else.” Said the man, slightly taken aback by the sudden turn of events. Sweat began to drip down his temple, forcing him to take off his shades, revealing his hazel eyes to the nightwalker. A rare, callous grin flashed across the vampire’s features at the human’s sudden lost of composure, but quickly dissipated, Ranka not quite yet satisfied with the man’s answer. “Shooting you in the head would be a good way to start your bet.” He said at length, comfortably positioning himself on his leather chair before levelling the gun’s barrel with the man’s face. His finger began to squeeze…
“B-Blood.” Quickly blurted out the man before Ranka could detonate the weapon, stopping the vampire short in his motion, before eyeing the man suspiciously, clearly signalling him to continue. Regaining more of his focus, the man set the shades on his nose again before divulgating any more details. “The targets are rivals to the union of a series of blood banks all over the continent; the client has decided to offer you unlimited access to their products after the fulfilment of the contract as payment in addition to the sum.”
The vampire remained silent for a moment, carefully observing the human through long agonizing seconds without saying anything. Now that was an interesting affair, and the man had definitely caught Ranka’s attention. This time, a far more disturbing grin etched it’s way on the vampire’s lips. Just before he pulled the trigger—the man shrieked…
Click… The revolver was empty.
“What are the conditions?” Asked the nightwalker before putting the weapon back onto the table and opening a nearby drawer where various types of ammunition rested. The metallic claw of the vampire came into view as it dug into the small wooden compartment for six accommodating projectiles. Gasping for air, the man’s heart was beating so loud that he nearly did not hear the words.
“M-Make sure they stay dead.” He muttered before hastily digging in his vest for the documents holding the target’s location, and throwing them on the hitman’s desk. It took even less time before he bolted out of the building, and sped off the street. At this point, the vampire gave no heed to the man. He opened the casing for the bullets, and noticed that there was still a single shell left—it seemed the messenger had been lucky at a game of Russian roulette.
Again… Ranka could not help but flash another smirk.
***
Finding the place proved easier than he would have originally thought, as a matter of fact, he was impressed with how the warehouse stood out in comparison to the other abandoned buildings surrounding it. If he did not know any better, it was almost as if the vampire’s wanted their little operation to be found. Perched on top of a nearby, decrepit bomb factory from the second world war, the vampire took in as many details from the structure as he could; an electric fence had been placed around the depot, as well as every side window, effectively limiting his method of approach for an entrance to, a. the ceiling, or b. the main gate. However, using his senses to see the blood flowing in the veins of the inhabitants of the building quickly proved that his targets were at their business on the fourth floor of the eight-story edifice, with many guards protecting either hemispheres of the structure. Guess he would have to settle for plan c.
The next thing heard was the explosion of a grenade, tearing through the eastern side of the building, on the fourth and fifth floor.
Shocked, and disoriented by the detonation as well as the cloud of rubble, two of the vampires had no chance to evade the first two silver bullets that came from the smoke to pierce their heart. The others watched in sheer horror, as two of their brethrens caught aflame and disintegrated before their very eyes, and that the looming figure of the red-caped assassin came into view. Instinctively, they drew their weapons, but not nearly in time to stop Ranka from firing another round in one of his target’s head, while walking towards the last vampire in the room, whom still struggled to take his pistol out of it’s holster. The last thing he saw were the bladed talons of a metal claw digging into his stomach, before ripping through his torso, all the way up to his eyes—effectively leaving a gaping maw in the man before slicing him in two.
Bringing one of the prosthetic digits to his lips, Ranka tasted the blood of the vampire he had slaughtered, relishing in the revitalizing essence of the fallen nightwalker before the warehouse’s alarms began to ring through the entire complex. He drowned himself in the moment, staring up absently, to the ceiling while the flames consumed the view behind him in a blazing inferno. The bell, the shuffling of footsteps towards his location, the water pouring down from the automatic fire extinguishers, everything came rushing at him wave after wave like an indescribable feeling. The sheer anticipation or the screams and blood was like a drug... and he gave himself to the blissful illusion completely. So much in fact, that it required three 9mm rounds to pull him out of his haze.
Eyes blazing red, the vampire’s gun moved across his field of vision before pulling the trigger, effectively sending the bullet far off target, however, a sharp wind picked up in the bullet’s wake, deriving its course towards the two armed guards, piercing a hole in their neck, just between their armour and protective helmet, effectively snapping their spine in the process. Both fell in the same instant. Crimson cape floating in the breeze caused by the flames, Ranka rose back to his full height before proceeding in the water-drenched hallway, only to be greeted by a hail of bullets. Grabbing on to the wall with his mechanical claw, the vampire narrowly escaped the barrage by pulling himself to the nearby surface, the bullets all piercing through the hypnotic membrane of his red shadow. They had no time to adjust their aim before the assassin was already on them—ripping the first one’s throat with a vicious bite, while shooting another through the heart, bursting into flames with his companion who was already running away towards the elevator in fear. The blood rushed through his veins like air in lungs; it revitalized him, healing his wounds and gave him new strength.
Ding…
Ranka barely had time to jump out of the blast’s range before the elevator swallowed his second grenade, sending another shockwave throughout the entire edifice, first with the initial detonation, and then with the elevator crashing down in the basement. Back against a wall, the vampire took his time to reload his revolver while observing his enemies’ movements. Most were mobilizing at the exits, although some were already moving up the stairs.
The vampire smiled to himself… This was indeed a beautiful night.
