Mason Monaco's Story

Mason sighed as he put down his pen, done with all paperwork he could possibly think of doing. Straightening his jacket as he stood from his desk. His study was dark, only a small lamp illuminating the area around his desk. Mason walked out of the room, running his fingers through his hair as he searched the halls for something, anything to do. He swore that sometimes there was nothing for him to do around here anymore. Some human servants were scattered across the hallway, avoiding eye contact with him. Mason smirked as he walked, catching every glance that was sent his way. Sighing he grabbed a random human, clutching her by the shoulders. "Who said you could look at me servant?" he said harshly, glaring down to the human. She looked up with a terrified look on her face, and Mason snarled, "Answer!" The servant jolted slightly, shaking her head, Mason just sighed, "How boring you are," he said plainly, inching closer to the girl, "But how delicious you must taste." He set the tip of his fangs on her neck, the only response he got from her was a tensing of the muscles. Mason suddenly pushed the girl away, knocking her to the ground. Seeing no hunt in her, therefore no fun, he simply snarled, "Get back to work." He continued to walk down the hallway, not even realizing he was searching for someone as he walked, occasionally checking a room for people.

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Ethan fell to the floor with a thump as he rolled out of bed, groaning loudly. It wasn't exactly the best way to wake up but it was the way he woke up, seeing as he couldn't afford to get a bigger bed, much less have room for it. Sitting up into a stretch, he yawned, getting off the floor to get dressed. Ethan walked to his small store that was only a block away from his apartment, grinning to himself as he opened up, the familiar smell of paint and new paper filling his nose. He sat at an asil, picking up a brush and getting to work. Ethan cringed as he heard the bell from the front door ring, signaling a customer. How he hated having to socialize, it just seemed like a burden nowadays. Despite his feelings, he got up from his chair, smiling politely to his customer, a little happy to have some human contact he needn't worry about putting in harms way.

Victoria was walking down the hall when she noticed a human girl sitting on the floor, obviously shocked over something. It irritated her, that filthy human was supposed to work not sleep. With a condescending look, she stopped right in front of the girl and pushed her with the tip of one of her high heels. "What are you doing?" Her voice was cold and sharp and the girl automatically looked away. "I will get back to work right away, miss Crawford." With shaking legs and sweaty palms, the girl nervously managed to get up from the floor. Victoria was just about to fire her, but then she noticed Mason further down the hall. Without even looking at the human, she motioned her to go back to work. "Just go before I kill you," she said indifferently, suddenly she'd lost all interest in the human. The girl nodded and then quickly made sure to get as far away from Victoria as possible.

"Mason!" Victoria called out to the vice president who was walking some meters in front of her. She ran up towards him and tapped him on the shoulder, there was something he needed to know. "I need to talk to you," she said with a slight frown. Another vampire walked past them and she lowered her voice. "In privacy."

Mason walked down the hallway, bored out of his goddamn mind. He would really need some entertainment soon... Speaking of entertainment, where is Victoria? Mason thought, shoving his hands into his pockets. He felt upset at this point, frustrated he couldn't find her, beginning to grumble, "I swear the next time I see her..."

And so it was asked, it was received. Mason jumped a little as his thoughts were interrupted by someone calling his name. He ignored it at first, continuing to walk. When someone tapped his shoulder he turned, about to explode on anyone who would dare touch him. Mason stopped himself, finding Victoria standing before him, "I need to talk to you," she said with a slight frown. Another vampire walked past them and she lowered her voice. "In privacy."

Mason sighed, rubbing his temples, "Very well." He walked towards a room, signaling for Victoria to follow him. Holding the door for her, walking in after her and closing the door behind him. Mason sat down in a chair, signaling for her to sit in the chair across from him. He nodded towards Victoria, "Why did you need to speak with me?" he questioned in a bored tone but was rather curious.

Mason sat down and wanted her to do the same. She hesitated a little, but then sat down in the chair across from him. "Why did you need to speak with me?" he asked in a bored tone as if he couldn't care less. Victoria thought for some seconds about what she was going to say.

Yesterday she had borrowed Mason's MACKIE card. Actually... she never asked for permission, she just took it. But her own card had been at home and she just needed his to make everything go around at the club. She "borrowed" his card with the intention of bringing it back today, but now she couldn't. The reason why she couldn't? It was gone. Even though she had been careful with it all the time, it was now gone.

Victoria twisted and turned in her seat, nervously clinging to the armrests of her chair. Mason Monaco was probably one of the only persons that could make her go from being arrogant and manipulative to nervous and vulnerable - she hated how weak he made her feel. "You won't like this," she said with a frustrated expression, allowing her fangs to show for a brief moment. A strand of hair fell down in her face, but she ignored it. It wasn't the end of the world that it was gone, he was the Vice President and could easily get a new one. It was more the fact that she took it without asking. Victoria took a deep breath to calm herself and then said what she had to say; "I borrowed your mackie card and now it's gone."

Mason rose an eyebrow at Victoria as she twisted in her seat like a fidgeting child. She had seemed nervous to tell him, so it obviously must have not been good news. "You won't like this," Mason rolled his eyes, glaring slightly, "Go on." he urged, his voice sounded harsh but it had an undertone of caring and encouragement. Victoria took a deep breath to calm herself and then said what she had to say; "I borrowed your mackie card and now it's gone."

His face was expressionless for a second, a little stunned. He slowly reached into his pocket, reaching for this wallet. It was a primitive object but he liked the texture and idea of it. He opened it, revealing that his mackie card was in fact gone. Mason stood slowly, shoving his wallet into his back pocket. He paced slowly infront of Victoria, hands behind his back as he thought. After moments of silence he spoke, "So... What you are saying is that after all I have done for you, you are still not to be trusted. And that this is how you repay the people who have changed your miserable life around." Mason snarled, he certainly wasn't upset about having lost his mackie card, they weren't irreplaceable, but he hated being deceived, especially when he couldn't figure it out for himself. now he stood directly in front of her glaring, deep in thought, "You need to be punished but I'm just not sure how to do it." Mason rubbed his chin, swiftly turning away from her, he had never really ever thought of punishing his friends, he had no plan here, no preset guideline to follow. "Your blood privileges are revoked for a week." He nodded, silently hoping that it wouldn't be too long for her. Figuring she already knew he wanted to go easy on her, he allowed his lips to curve into a rare genuine smile. Mason's smile almost immediately turned back into a frown, "And If you ever do anything to deceive me again, then you're punishment will be a lot more than just a privilege taken away." He said threatenly.

Mason felt his phone buzz in his pocket, checking it to see a message from his father, he mumbled out loud as he read, "Mason... you and your sister... presentable... meeting... today. Hmm how odd, usually I'm told a little more in advanced." He shrugged, heading towards the door, "Come along Victoria, another part of your punishment is that you have to stay by my side. After all, traitors can't be trusted alone." that last part was said in a teasing voice, a smirk on his lips as he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt to show his marking. He turned to Victoria, nodding towards the door, his voice subtly more gentle, "Let get on our way shall we?"

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Ethan smiled, content as he took down his finally finished painting. He put it up on the wall, standing back to admire his work. The painting featured the Main and Royal Districts, signs of mingling in the crowd. If one looked close enough, it was seen that all the races mingled with one another. Vampires showed their fangs in wide smiles, Wolves wagged a tail happily, Witches smile and have a mystical appearance to them. Humans and Mixed breeds were shown as well. His smile flicked back into a frown as the bell of the front door rang, signaling the entrance of another costumer. Ethan groaned, as much as he loved his job, his customers were mostly witches, and most the time the witches that came to his shop were absolute jerks.

But his nose caught the scent of the person, a scent that was certainly not that of a witch. The smell was familiar, that was for sure, but he couldn't make it out. Ethan hopped over the counter, landing a few feet from a girl. He could clearly make out the scent now, it was that of a vampire. "Excuse me miss, can I help you?" he questioned a little cautiously, not really needing a vampire to ransack the place. He added in, "A little far from home, aren't we?" his voice questioning.

Victoria frowned. She'd never gone more than three days without blood. And usually she drank blood multiple times a day. A whole week witout any blood sounded almost impossible to her. "Come along Victoria, another part of your punishment is that you have to stay by my side. After all, traitors can't be trusted alone." Victoria hissed at him through clenched teeths, but then gave him a way too sweet smile. This punishment was nothing compared to what he could have done, so maybe she should just be nice to him. Or, at least as nice as she could be. "Sure, Mr. Vice President," she said and followed him out of the room. All nervousness was gone and she was slowly turning back to her usual self. "Where are we going then? You have a date with the chess club or something?" She was smirking, but her voice sounded dead serious.

"You shouldn't go out until we have figured out what is going on. That is an order, in case you were wondering." He opened the door for her and Victoria walked into the conference room. Oddly enough it was empty. Mason sat down at the large table and looked intently at Victoria. "So... What exactly were you out doing when you lost my mackie card?" Victoria sat down across from him and placed her legs on the table, her red heels almost touching Mason. She was glad he asked, the talk about the murders made her uncomfortable. Not like she wasn't used to killing, because she was. But it was something different when it was CEO vampires being killed. It worried her, especially because the last time a club had been burned down. There was a huge chance that she was one of the next victims.

"I was on my way to the club, but I didn't have my card with me so I borrowed yours." She paused a little and gave him an apologizing smile. "I was talking with my bouncer Jake, you know... because of the murders and all. And I placed it on the counter for a second, but when I looked again it was gone." Using two fingers, she pulled her mobile phone out of the pocket in her jeans. She held it up in front of her and started typing Sarah's number. She had given the human a cheap mobile just so she could get in contact with her. But usually the damn girl never even brought it with her. Victoria ignored Mason for a second and waited for Sarah to pick up the phone, but she got the answering machine. "Hey human... It's me." Victoria had an irritated look on her face, as if she was talking to Sarah in person. "You do remember me, don't you?" With a frown she examined her nails. I need a manicure. "I'm gonna be busy all day and probably some of the night as well." Her eyes met Mason's and she bit her lip. "So I need you to talk to Emma. Just say that I'm gonna be busy, she'll take care of things." Emma was Victoria's best friend - and a vampire. "As for you... Just answer the damn phone next time." Victoria hung up and placed the mobile phone back into her pocket. With a smile and eyes like a puppy's, she placed her feet back on the ground and leaned over the table. "Sorry 'bout that."

JJ was lucky. He managed to pick up a Mackie card, some jewellery, and then some. He'd be able to get a meal for himself, Erin, and any others going hungry tonight. Hey, he might be able to make a few friends this way. Especially when you took onboard the fact that they were all in the same situation. JJ wasn't necessarily proud of what he stole. Hell, he was just doing it to survive, that was all. If life was the way he wanted, he would be able to walk the streets without being attacked, chased, and almost put into slavery. Jeez, that much was obvious, wasn't it? JJ lifted his hood and carefully made his way to the front door where he came in. He tugged at the handle and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Aww shit." he murmured, tugging again and then pulling away, turning around and pushing himself to the wall where it was darkest. "Okay... need to find a new exit..." He scratched the back of his head, making sure his face was covered and that as little of him was exposed as possible. He knew pretty darn well that the vampires that ran this place would torment and tease their slaves whenever they got the chance.

It was sick.

JJ kept close to the walls until he got to a pair of double doors. He gently pushed on one of the doors and saw two vampires inside. One that was blonde, the other extremely recognisable and making him want to be sick. Why, the vice-president himself. He gagged a little at the sight of him. Not because he looked bad, but the thought of him being in charge one day was just terrifying. He moved past the door, forgetting to close it and just trying to move past and go further down the hallway.

Adrian coughed. He had his back against a wall an alley, hidden from everyone. His hood was down and his eyes were closed. He seemed to be in a trance, but truly he relaxed. His next target was a human slave. These people were no better than their vampire masters. Obeying those tyrants and acting like dogs. Adrian spat on the floor, disgusted. “I’d rather fight and die then be a fucking slave to those bastards...” Not much preparation had been needed to catch this one. Although it had proved a little complicating, considering this human was a real dog. Following his master everywhere...it had surprised Adrian that this one hadn't even licked the vampire's boots yet. He smirked and opened his eyes. They seemed almost white. His stare was a deadly one; cold and full of hate. His target was Leonard Lona, a human male that was born from slave parents. His is fairly tall and somewhat built, but he had no idea how to use his strength to defend himself. He had blond hair and green eyes, handsome according to others. He had probably more favors than other slaves. He only left his master’s side to get him some food. That was when Adrian has struck. The fool had never seen him coming...

Adrian took a few steps forward. He made sure no one was watching, reached into the shadows and pulled out a man tied to a chair. The man was tied well, and his mouth gagged with a bloody rag. He was pretty messed up, his clothe was torn and he was bruised all over. But that was nothing compared to what awaited him. Adrian wanted to send a message to the superior races... He crouched down to the man and whispered in his ear. “I’m going to let you talk...but if you scream...I will make you suffer” With that he removed the rag from the man’s mouth. Leonard looked at Adrian with hateful eyes. He spoke: “If you hurt me...my masters will find you and then you'll wish you died a long time ago!” Adrian punched the man. He heard the cracking sound of teeth and a lip explode as the man fell to the ground, still strapped to the chair. Adrian yelled, forgetting he had just told the man not to scream, “Watch what you say you vampire dog!” He picked up the chair and set it back straight. “Do you know who I am? Do you know why I took you?” The man was scared, it showed in his face. Adrian was not getting any answers. He grew a sharp nail on his finger and ran it along the man’s cheek, slightly slicing through the skin. The man spoke quickly: “You’re that killer! You kill vampires, werewolves and witches!” He was shaking. “But why did you capture me...y-you don’t kill humans...”

Adrian laughed and raised his hands. His claws started growing as well as his teeth. His eyes darkened. The man shook his head in fear. No sound came from his mouth, no scream. Adrian spoke with a deep and dark voice “No one is safe from me.” With that he lunged. Tearing, biting, and scratching. The man had no time to talk before he was ripped to shreds. Blood and organs splashed everywhere. Adrian nearly lost his cool. Calming down, he looked at the remains of the man. He made sure to leave his head clearly visible, to make sure the vampires knew who this was. He packed up the remains of the body and then left. Sticking to the roof tops, he made his way to a building right in front of a large building where the vice president was. Adrian found a way to make it to the window. He took a deep breath, brought his hood up over his face and got ready. What he was about to die was near suicide, but a message was needed. He crashed into the window, into what seemed like a conference room. There was the vice president, which Adrian recognized, a slave with blond hair and another girl. Adrian stood still for a moment then threw the bag containing the man’s body at the three standing in front of him. Body parts and organs spilled all over the floor. Adrian spoke, in direction of the three people in front of him “No one is safe anymore...” With that he leaped out the window, grabbed something on the way down and ran away. He would need to move fast, before they found him. He leaped from building to building, being more agile than ever.

JJ was quite happy to leave right then and there. To make a speedy escape before anyone tried to investigate what was going on. However, that was before he heard the crash through the window. He found his attention was hooked and he turned, looking round towards the room he just walked past. He snorted a little. Maybe Mr. High and mighty finally got what he deserved. He heard a gentle thump, like a bag being thrown to the ground. Though, it sounded a little sloppier. Maybe like a pillow case full of cake mix. “No one is safe anymore...” He heard, right before the room fell silent. He blinked a couple of times, unable to resist anymore. His head peeked slightly around the corner of the door to see what all the ruckus was about. And then, the sight hit him like a ton of bricks. Guts, gore and a severed head of a human. He held a hand over his mouth and cringed. "Oh man." He whispered to himself, looking at Mason's reaction as he went from shock, to anger almost instantly. It must've been someone he knew... The vampire then snapped out his phone and furiously dialled. "Write this down, I want notices across all districts, Warning: Killer now targeting all races, reward for him, alive. Make sure everyone knows about this psycho. Setup for a public speaking, you get people from all races there. Get this done by tomorrow or you're fired and I'll be sure you're next on the killer's list." By the end of it, the phone was practically metallic crumbs in his hand, and JJ kinda guessed that'd need replacing...

"My cue to leave probably..." JJ told himself. However, there was a little part of him that wanted to find out more. Just what exactly was happening. Was there honestly a killer now that was trying to kill all races? JJ pulled away from the door and pushed his back up against a wall. "More than likely to be an unmarked." He thought out loud quietly to himself. "The body looked mangled and ripped apart, so I doubt it's a witch hybrid... Either wolf or Vampire I guess..." He ruffled up his hair beneath his hood and then looked down the hallway. "Anyway..." He began walking away again. He needed to tell Erin about this. He didn't like the thought about her being in trouble too. And it was a possibility. Might have to find that Rosie girl I met this morning too... She works for the government, right? He bit his lip, shaking at the thought of someone that innocent possibly being put into that kind of situation. Being mangled and ripped to shreds... Why would someone do that to an innocent? He shook his head, it wasn't going to happen... but still... It was worth warning her... He glanced about, still desperately trying to find an exit...

Victoria didn't even seem shocked compared to Mason's reaction. She just kicked an arm away from her while watching the hooded stranger escape out through the window. Sure, she was both angry and offended, but since it wasn't her own slave, she didn't react the same way as Mason. With a wrinkled nose, she got up from the chair and glanced over the limbs and organs. It gave her chills down her spine; the murderer was obviously capable of doing anything. His words kept running through her head. No one is safe anymore... She felt her already pale skin turn even whiter.

"I apologize for my... outburst." Mason was finally sitting down again; he looked like a wild animal. She gave him a weak smile before turning her gaze back to all the gore. She knew he had his angry sides, but she'd never seen him freak out like this. "I understand." The smell of fresh blood tinkled in her nose and her fangs was dying to bite into an arm, but she tried to control herself. It wouldn't be appropriate. Besides, she wasn't allowed to drink any blood.

That's when she heard someone talk, someone outside the room. It was coming from the open double doors. Trying not to make a sound, she gestured to Mason that someone was standing outside the door. Without hesitating, Victoria flew through the doors and into what looked like an office. A hooded creature was the first thing she saw and she assumed that it was the killer. "MASON!" She knew the person would try to escape before Mason made it in here, so she ran towards the person and attempted to knock him over. A piece of skin became visible under the cloak and she instinctively bit into it. The sweet taste of human blood filled her mouth and she realized that he couldn't be the killer. She tried to pull away from him, knowing she was breaking her new "no blood" rule and possibly killing a witness, but in the end she couldn't resist. Something about this human just tasted so differently. Differently, but extremely good.

((short and crappy... I know. But it's better than nothing!!))

JJ's eyes narrowed even more when Mr. 'I'm bigger than you so bow obey' came along. He was extremely tempted to just shine the light at him, just to rid this life of him. But, not only would it get him killed, it would probably start a whole higher level of war against humans. So for now he just stepped back a little, keeping tentative and holding the light out, whilst also squeezing at his shoulder. Then, the handkerchief was tossed to him. He caught it with the bloody hand and then wiped it on his shoulder. He held it there whilst it still bled, but he was more focussed on Mason. "Human, did you see the intruder? Do you work here? I'll give you the reward I just set if you can identify the person." JJ couldn't help himself. He scoffed. Not at the fact that just because he was a thief he was seen as being in league with another thief, but more the fact that Mason thought the offer of being able to work in a place like this would count as a 'reward' to JJ. “You're a strange human, so you've caught my interest. But my patience is wearing thin, so start talking.” This time, JJ laughed a little more.

"Strange?" He peered up a little from beneath his hood, raising an eyebrow. "You've gotta strange way of complimenting people..." He took a step back from Mason, glancing to Victoria every so often. "I can't say I can identify that man. I can congratulate him for scaring someone like you, but I don't know him..." He blinked a couple of times before looking up to Mason and tilting his head. "And besides, even if I did know him, I wouldn't tell you." He smirked slightly. "I'd rather take death than work in a place like this... obeying fuckers like you." He bowed his head a little in a slightly royal bowing fashion. "Beg your pardon ya Maj for not kissing at your feet and being your little bitch. Do you wish for me to wear a shirt saying 'reserved for vice-president' just for your own purposes?" He chuckled a little to himself. Oh how he'd waited for the day when he stood up to royalty... Unlike most others, the difference between JJ and other humans was the fact that he wasn't afraid of death. Hell, he'd probably welcome it with open arms if he hated his life that much. That was possibly the only reason why he never seemed afraid to stick up to higher races. If he was arrested and executed, screw it. He lived life the way he wanted. And that's something a lot of humans can't say for themselves...

No time to stop now. Adrian ran through crowds of people as fast as he could, running away from the large building. He had heard the message sent out by the screaming Vice President. The whole city had probably heard it. Adrian smirked and kept on running. Those who did not get in his way ended up being pushed on the floor. Adrian was built for speed, but his werewolf blood gave him impressive strength and stamina. For now his objective was to get away from that place. Earlier three guards had chased him for a good while before he lost them. Thankfully, he had not lost a single piece of clothing or shed blood. Only the blood of the man he had killed was on him. Later, when he was done, he thought of burning the shirt and bathing in freezing water to kill the scent. But that would be later...he was not done. A message had been sent straight to the vice president...but Mr. Vice President was good at hiding things. He could easily never tell about what had happened...he could simply say a kid had thrown a rock at the window. Adrian needed to make sure the whole city would know of his plan. He stopped running for a second, taking a minute to catch his breath. He placed a hand on his chest, trying to control his breathing.

“I...Don’t think...I’ve ever run...that fast...” he spoke to himself. The next part of his plan had been planned as well. He was a little behind schedule, but he would still be able to make it if he ran fast. Three targets, carefully chosen: A witch, a werewolf and a vampire. The witch was a singer during the day but a prostitute during the night. Only her clients would miss her...she doesn’t have much of a voice. The werewolf: a large man who beats people up when he can’t get what he wants, even if that means his wife. The vampire...well...Adrian would just kill one on the way. Taking a knife from his pocket, he closed his eyes and focused. He would need full concentration for this. Something he had practised for a long time. To be able to use some of his werewolf abilities while staying in human form. He opened his eyes and dashed forward. His first target was not far. As planned, the werewolf was just walking out of his card games. In plane public, Adrian ran to him and sliced his throat, spraying blood on the floor. He kept running. As he ran, Adrian caught the smell of a vampire. The woman was stepping out of a black limo, going to some meeting probably. Her 2 bodyguards were no match for Adrian, considering they were weak humans. Running past the body guards, Adrian ran his dagger into her chest, stabbing into her heart. He continued his run. His last target of the day: a witch. She would be leaving the bar now to go meet one of her clients...or not. Adrian leaped in the air and came down on her, putting his knife in her stomach. The wound would hurt like a bitch, giving her time to scream, before she died. That was it, Adrian was done. But he needed to run some more.

Like a shadow, he lost himself in the large city. He climbed, leaped, dodged and ran some more until he found himself out of the city. He usually would not go this far, but for what he just did, being careful would not hurt. And so out of the city he was. Everything was planned, as usually. A fire pit was prepared on the floor, next to a lake. Adrian was hidden in the woods far enough from the city. He started the fire and threw his clothing in the fire. Nude, he leaped into the freezing water. For what would be a freezing hell for some people, the cold water was relaxing for Adrian. He closed his eyes, resting.

Mason was having trouble keeping his cool as he looked to the defiant human before him. "Strange?" He growled slightly as the smell of JJ's blood burning his throat. "I can't say I can identify that man. I can congratulate him for scaring someone like you, but I don't know him... And besides, even if I did know him, I wouldn't tell you. I'd rather take death than work in a place like this... obeying fuckers like you." Mason scowled, his temper rising as he glared down to the human. "Beg your pardon ya Maj for not kissing at your feet and being your little bitch. Do you wish for me to wear a shirt saying 'reserved for vice-president' just for your own purposes?"

Mason hissed, he absolutly hated people disrespecting him like this but he somehow found some kind of crazy humor in this situation. In fact his human must have been joking to speak this way to him. Mason couldn't help but smirk, and soon his smirk turned into a smile and then a full blown laugh. "Well, you are... different, and I respect that as much as I'd hate too. And it's obvious you misundersand me. That murder, he's no longer on you're side, nor my side or any races side. You saw what he did to that human." Annoyance ran through Mason, this day just wasn't how he would have expected it to go. "Now please, leave." Mason turned to leave, looking to Victoria momentarialy but walking towards the door. As he reached the door, he turned back to JJ, smiling, "And I look forward to being your President." Mason slammed the door behind him. He grabbed the first vampire he saw. "There is a human in that room. Please be sure he leaves, alive actually." The vampire nodded, obeying his president and entering the room. Mason walked down the hall, his mind running from the events that had happened.