Badru's Story

Stones pushed the glass back to the stranger. A stranger he was starting to think was not entirely what she seemed. "This is not what I thirst for..." He said point blank. The bottle had been rather muddled with the bad attempt to mix the wine with the blood. Maybe a century or two back that would have pleased him. But now. The true hunger came when he opened his maw of rows of razor sharp teeth and clamped it into something living and terrified. Self control just ensured him that he didn't go on a rampage at every second.

Boyle liked the prospect of two allies in their new hunt. Sort of answering the questions to his best abilities. "All mortals besides Feastus. I think they are deluded into thinking they someday he will turn them into vampires. But the shit can never share with anyone else." He warranted. "The most loyal of his followers have been conditioned heavily to feel no pain and to have their minds dulled to fanaticism. He has the gift of Voice and [/b]Gaze[/b] where he can entrance and hypnotize and dominate the will of others. Powerful abilities too... Our initial plan was ripping out his tongue from his mouth at the start of the fight to ensure that wouldn't be too big a problem but even then that would require sneaking up on him."

Ulrich Paternosta nodded once, "Rip out th'tongue. A good plan! Shit."

This Feastus concerned Ulrich, more so that the cultists had found industry around the Cursed Wood. The fact that mortals were wrapped up in it was worse news. Mortals weren't safe in the Cursed Wood without protection of someone. Feastus didn't seem like protection. In fact, between Feastus and the Sabbat, it was a wonder the WCPD even let Ulrich through the doors! It was a wonder there weren't flame-lit pitchfork parties attempting to burn this place to the ground.

Lewis barges on.

"I'm here to kill you, you see. Well, you and every vampire that I can."

He leans with his back against the bar, then states,
"It's nothing personal, really. Well, I guess. I may be in the wrong here, but they say if you think you're wrong, you're probably not, right?" He leans in close to Ulrich, and remarks under his breath, "I'm giving you two days. I know the location of the keep, and I will come. Maybe you'll be prepared for me, I don't know. If I die, that's my problem. But consider me your opponent."

He pulls a knife out of a sheathe concealed on his body, twirls it around in his fingers a couple times, then sheathes it again.

"If I'm shown that your kind aren't like the others, then maybe you deserve to live. But you've got to want it. Like, with all the essence of your being. I don't know how you became a vampire, whether you wanted to or not, but I think your people have stagnated. And I remove things that stagnate. With force."

He gets up off the bar, turns around, and leans up against it again, arms crossed.

"It may take only one of you to kill me, but I wouldn't count on it. Maybe ten or so. But I doubt I'll be stopped. You gotta prove yourself. You gotta show me you don't want to be erased, because I have the power to do it. It may just be me, but you get one shot. One opportunity. Can you seize it? Or are you going to let it slip?"

"And you may think about killing me before the two days are up. Go ahead, try. I don't know what fuels you. But it better be something strong."

He gets up, puts his hand momentarily on Ulrich's shoulder, and says, "Remember, Paternosta. Two days. I'll see you then."

He walks out of the bar, humming a tune to himself.

Daemala Tauvyr entered her establishment and twisted the ring on her finger. Her shadowling manifested behind the bar, to the slight disdain of the tender at work.

"Have any guests arrived to the Soiree?" Daemala asked the bartender, who bowed in an affirmative. Good. She flickered like a shadow to the Room of York, renewing a touch of her glamour before she disappeared inside.

Ulrich cursed under his breath and stalked out the door after Lewis. Two days his undead ass.

Fucking Feastus. Damned occultists.

What did a vampire gotta do to keep good standing with the living these days?