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Ryan Cordaway

It smelled faintly of both fresh linen and a strange horrid scent, like that of rotting animal. The Hotel room was trashed horribly. Things were sprawled out on the floor, torn up sheets, shattered glass from the window, and clothes that would belong to both men and women, ripped up and thrown about everywhere.

Upon the bed with ripped up sheets and covers, lie a man. His body covered in a cold sweat, easily visible by the single light bulb that once held a light-shade bobbing about. His Hardened Emerald orbs stared up at the ceiling, no blinking taking place and a glazed look being displayed by them. His face was emotionless and his muscles were flexed fully for no apparent reason.

Upon his chest and arms were scratches as if something or someone had been clawing at him, whether it was from some extremely intimate event having taken place or just someone attacking him in his room, was not known.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, but instantly as the front door creaked opened, he seemed to come alive and jumped out of his bed to the door, slamming it shut with all of his force, a few cracks being heard. He locked the door and bolted it shut as well and let his eyes blink a few times.

Looking around the room, he placed both hands on his head and pulled his hair in demonic anger. Roaring loudly instead of actually calmly speaking, is what was heard by anyone passing outside of the hotel room.

"Were is she?!?!!? Where the Hell is she?!?!"

He grabbed the nearest thing, a tall lamp sitting in the corner, and raised it upwards, smashing it on anything he could hit. The TV was smashed in by it as well as a few mirrors. He threw aside the now bent lamp and hurriedly rummaged through everything in the room until finally he looked onto the bed in which he awoke on.

There Upon the bed....lie something he knew she would never leave behind..

Her keys...

The Demonic Being walked slowly to the objects on a key ring, his eyes widened in both anger and....the want for her..

He would lift the cold metal keys within his hands and gripped them tightly, his knuckles turning white at the pressure.

And yet another item lay upon the bed..

A Video camera.

He growled deeply and his eyes would deepen in Green, his breathing becoming heavy, saliva even spitting out at his Anger fueled extremely now. He would set the keys down and pick up the recorder, opening the side and pressing on. The video began shooting...

It was the same room, though much more clean and organized. It would show the bed, and two figures upon it. One being the demonic being watching it and the one woman he had promised his life to. A Man appeared in the shot, dressed in all black. He made his way to Ryan, shook him violently and stuck a needle into his neck, injecting him with a strange liquid.

He chuckled deeply and walked over to the other side, where he placed a white cloth over the woman's mouth and nose. A few moments passed and he threw the cloth and lifted the woman into his arms. Walking over to the camera, he looked into it deeply, as if he were looking at the being right at the moment.

He said but four words...his voice just as evil as the being watching it.

"Come Find me...Reaper."

With that, he disappeared from the shot and the video ended.

The Reaper roared loudly, his teeth bared. He gripped the camera tightly to where it slowly but surely was crushed. Throwing it to the wall, He walked angrily to the bed and gripped the bottom of it, throwing it close to halfway across the room, he then dropped to his knees and slowly beat the floor over and over.

Finally he stopped and stared at the floor for a long time.

Looking up now, he looked to the open window. Standing, he found that all he was dressed in was a pair of faded blue jeans he had worn several times before. His bare-feet were heard as he ran towards the window and leaped out into the dead Night. Luckily, the building was but a two story one. He landed stealthily, rolling once he hit ground. Onto his feet he was and now he began running down the empty street.

There was but a thought in his mind.

Nothing else.

He didn't have a plan...he didn't know how he was going to do it but he knew he would find her.

I'm goin' to find you Vanessa....I'm goin' to find you.

June 29, 2010 11:43 pm

Deuce

Location unknown Deuce awoke in a high grade electrified steal cage, her arms and legs bound as she sat gagged in a wooden chair. Her stormy gray green orbs darted around the room her entrapment was in and in the back of her mind all she could think of was how much it reminded her of an old steal mill or abandon warehouse.

Suddenly it was then she recalled a struggle of sorts as the goons who did this to her struck when she was groggy and barely awake at Ryan side in bed. The last thing before lights out was the smell of ether on a white handkerchief, a stench forever imprinted in her mind.

Deuce shook her head and closed her eyes tightly but the nightmare she had become a part of failed to fade away and she knew deep down that it would do no good to waste energy and break into a panic. It was already too late and she needed to try to keep calm. Why here though? Where was Ryan? Those questions she hopped to hell would be answered before she met death by the hands of her kidnapper.

"Mmmmm… Mmmmm!" she began to call out muffled by cloth attempting to get the b*stards attention wondering if he lurked in the shadows out of her range of sight.

June 30, 2010 03:46 am

Professor Moriarty

*Hearing the woman start to struggle he got up from his chair. Slowing making his way over into the dim light that illuminated her prison.* So it seems my little prize is awake. I expected a bit more from someone like yourself. I never thought a simple break in and a bit of drugging would be so easy. The other one with you well... he won't be feeling the best for a while. I don't believe he will be finding this place any time soon. So while we have a bit of time to share with each other....

*Stepping back out of the light a light squeaking could be heard. The sound of dry wheels groaning drew closer and soon he reappeared with a small medical table. An assortment of instruments were laid out ranging from scalpels, spreaders, and syringes. Small vials of various unmarked liquids clinked together on a middle rung tray.* You see I enjoy a bit of experimentation. Since you lack the natural blood lust of my kind I am wondering. Just how much can you take before I break you?

June 30, 2010 03:59 am

Deuce

With a hard exhale through her nose Deuce now glared at him, knowing that appearance all too well. Giving him a glare as he seemed to insanely speak to thin air knowing she had no means of responding to this Professor, let alone even acknowledge he had the right to be called such now that she had been made his hypocritical lab rat.

In the moments he brought over the cart Deuce could only glance once and quickly look down as well as away. No way would she feed into the reaction of fear this type of perpetrator seemed inclined to enjoy. Silence would be all he would get unless he removed her gag and made her watch his bizarre series of tests.

Ryan where are you love? She thought feeling sorrow and finding her strength, control, and patience through him.

June 30, 2010 04:20 am

Cattus Sanguis

*Out of the shadows a laughter was heard it was feminine but it eerily sounded like The Joker. Cattus gave out the blood-curdling laughter, her hands smeared in blood. The blood of a abominations black and vile smelling. The witch was becoming better at killing monsters*
Keep them coming...... They will all DIE!!!!!!!!

June 30, 2010 10:30 am

Ryan Cordaway

With the nonstop running for close to a few yards, he suddenly stopped. His eyes stared into the darkness that was the night. Suddenly, with his blind rage, he would turn and sprint back to the hotel. Sliding to a stop upon the slightly wet road, he ran inside and to the man behind a check-in counter. Breathing heavily, The Reaper would lean over and grabbed the man's collar like a mad-man and spoke through gritted teeth.

"An hour or so ago...did you see a man carrying a woman?!!"

The man, frightened and in slight shock, did not speak, Ryan's irritated voice was heard yet again as he shook the man violently.

"Well?!? Did you or not?!?!"

He gave a nod and spoke, his voice quiet, which slightly irritated the Reaper even further.

"Yeah man....he said she had fell asleep while they were packing or something like that...I don't know!! Just don't hurt me man!!"

Ryan roared loudly and threw the man to the wall behind the counter, knocking him unconscious. Turning to the doorway, he would stand there for a moment before finally letting his mind settle down with it's extreme rage and he took a deep breath.

Suddenly, his specialized skills began to kick in. The possibilities of where they could be. After but a few minutes of this, The Reaper would begin running.

The several mile run would lead him into an older appearing neighborhood that seemed abandoned by man and time itself. A forgotten piece of city so to speak. Ryan would run directly to a large two story house, decayed slightly by time and weather, and ran inside. Walking hurriedly now, he would grab the couch and flip it over, only to reveal a small opening underneath it. Grabbing a latch, he twisted it and a larger opening was revealed, walking within, he closed it and now he stood within an unknown room unseen by anyone.

Walking over to a long black box, he unlocked it and opened it. Within were several things. A tactical vest, black. A Desert Eagle with a full clip of hollow points. Last but not least, a long twelve inch blade with a cross engraved upon the blade itself.

Slipping on a shirt he had thrown onto a chair that was black, he then pulled on the tactical vest and slipped the desert eagle into its holster upon the vest underneath his left arm. The blade was also sheathed within a holster just on his right side. Feeling almost done, Ryan then leaned down to where a pair of black combat boots were. Slipping them on and tying them tightly, he stood fully and growled.

"You f*cked with the wrong bein'. Now it's time for the real one to come out and play..."

With that, The Reaper would laugh maniacally and let his head move side to side, popping sounds being made. Popping his knuckles, he felt a tightening commence within his heart area. Then a small pop within his chest. His face went pale and he could feel a knew dark blood rushing through his veins. Looking upon his arms, he could now see his veins fully, the demonic blood filling them and letting his slightly humane side be caged up now.

His Hardened emerald orbs seemed to take on a more reddish tint and he grinned widely, his canine teeth being now just slightly sharper.

Looking to the opening he had shut which led him in, he opened it and stepped out. Shutting it closed with a kick of his foot, The Reaper walked out into the night. Looking around, he saw no one.

Good.

Turning to the street, he began running and running to where it seemed you could barely make out a human figure if you would see him run by.

He knew what her soul felt like...he knew what she smelled like...

And with the growing hatred for this unknown man who took her...

It wouldn't be too long from now that he would find them.

July 01, 2010 11:37 pm

Professor Moriarty

So my dear... *Taking off his coat he laid it on a nearby chair. Slowly rolling up his sleeves so that they wouldn't get in the way. Reaching over he grabbed a pair of latex gloves. Pulling them on the latex giving off an resounding snap as he brought them down over his hands.* I wonder if you ever heard of the brilliant man that plagued Whitechaple?

*Not caring to wait for a answer or even to see if she made a reaction he leaned onto the tray and slowly started to push it towards the cage. Nodding his head an unseen associate flicked off the electricity. Opening the door he stepped inside. After the door slammed shut the hum of electricity resumed again.* Nothing hmmm? No matter I will get what I want from you yet. The night is still young and I am just bursting with energy!

*Laughing he wheeled the cart in closer to her letting her see everything laid upon the table. He didn't care if she tried to hide her fear in her expression. The scent from her told him everything. Every bead carried a story, every heartbeat a tune. He knew more about her by just listening to the music of her body then she could have shared with him in a life time.*

So lets start by taking a bit of a sample. *Reaching over to table he grabbed a syringe and a small elastic band.* Now don't move. You don't want this to break off in your arm. I will have to go and dig it out. *Wrapping the band around her arm he tightened it. Lightly tapping on the vein in her elbow to get it to puff out. Grabbing her arm firmly he stuck the needle in. Slowly pulling back on the plunger taking in a full sample of her blood. Removing the needle he pressed on the small wound with his thumb for a minute before removing the band from her arm.* There not so painful now was it?

July 02, 2010 01:46 am

Deuce

The expression Deuce now gave was that of absolute desolation the moments she watched and listened to him attempt to make more small talk as well as began to make actions in and out of the cage. With a lifted brow she first questioned this sample he wanted and then became outraged with the fact that he had to kidnap a high ranking Slayer for this? Come on any self respected villain could do more harm then this.

Her anger served as a good channel for blocking the pain of the needle being pressed through skin and deep into her vain. Once again without a peep she glared at him as he removed it. God help her if he ever took this gag out of her mouth she’d surely give him a piece of her mind and he sure as hell wouldn’t like it she thought, her gray green orbs locked on him and just daring for him to piss her off even more.

If he harmed her again anger would be the only reaction given knowing all to well someone such as him would love to hear the ladies scream in agony but Deuce was far from this type. This Vampire would have another thing coming if he expected her to react like a sissy, and in fact might have spit in his eye right now had she had the functions of her mouth.

July 02, 2010 09:45 am

Professor Moriarty

Oh my child why such a disheartened face? Do you really think this is all that was going to happen to you? No no no… I have much more in store for you. I just… needed a *Grabbing a rubber stopped test tube he jabbed the needle through emptying the syringe inside.* pure specimen before the fun started. Stress, pain, euphoria they all have an effect on the blood.

*Placing the syringe and test tube on the cart he reached a clean gloved hand into his pocket. First he pulled out a small length of chain with two oversized eyelets on either end. A choke collar, the kind of collar one was inclined to use on an unruly animal. Slipping the chain through the eyelet he created the collar placing the finished product over her head. Next he pulled out a long strand of red nylon rope. Tying one end firmly to the eyelet he pulled down. Choking the woman, forcing her to bend if she wanted to taste the sweetness of air, he tied the opposite end to the bottom rung of the chair. Leaving just enough slack for her to breath.

Retrieving a scalpel and a pair of forceps he made his way behind her. Tearing her tank top to reveal her bare shoulders.* This will do just nicely. *Leaning down he whispered next to her ear.* This is where I want to hear you scream… *Moving himself to her rear right shoulder he placed his right arm across her shoulders. Letting the scalpel rest against her bare skin, a small line of blood already starting to seep in around the blade. Using his left hand he untied the gag all she had to do was spit it out.* Now I wonder how you would taste with a bit of chianti? *Starting to whistle the old nursery rhyme “Itsy Bitsy spider” he started to cut. Just barely cutting the skin, enough to remove it from the underlying muscle and ever so slowly using the forceps to peel her like one might do an orange.*

July 03, 2010 05:13 pm

Ryan Cordaway

He stopped now. His flaming emerald and extremely blood shot eyes stared at the building in front of him. It appeared rather old and unused, something he knew dark hearted people looked for as somewhat of sanctuaries to them. He roared loudly while ripping the blade he had from it's sheath and his hand gripped the handle tightly, his knuckles turning white. Upon his though...wasn't Anger...Wasn't hatred..nor was a frown to describe these feelings.

It was a widened grin. A very crazed grin.

Sprinting towards a large window about ten feet up the wall of the front of the building, The Reaper would lunge upward to the window and felt his forearm as it met glass, shattering the entire window completely. Landing on a large metal pipe attached to others, He looked around for any signs of life. Shadows moved and he could definitely tell he was not alone.

Running along the pipe, Ryan would jump onto another just below it and yet another closer to the ground. Landing now on the dirty tiled floor, he stood and looked around.

The shadows seemed to near him, but with his demonic gaze, they slightly back away, but it seemed to be not in fright, but to let him go.

His right eyebrow raised in rage and curiosity but he didn't care about them at the moment. Turning to a large doorway, he opened it fully, an old detesting creak of the door was heard, and he stepped within, shutting it behind him.

He yelled aloud now, his demonic voice slitting through the air and filling anyone's ears nearby.

"Where is she?!?!"

July 03, 2010 05:57 pm

Deuce

With the choke chain now around her neck Deuce didn’t dare pull back or resist what he was doing. Knowing all too well he’d grabbed the scalpel she braced herself for the pain recalling her last visit to the tattoo shop after getting drunk with her sister, Teddie. God she missed her something fierce and any amount of pain was worth fighting to see her again.

As he forced her forward and the cold blade cut into the skin of her back Deuce strained herself to be elsewhere in the back of her mind. A memory she would rather forget of when Teddie had carved into her own skin the name of a deceased lover; her reason for getting a tattoo months later.

That day Deuce was the strong one. There to comfort and care for her as the responsible older sister should in the absence of their parents. In this moment she needed to be the rock as always and the courage to be strong could come only from this memory of her sister.

The very instant the gag was set loose Deuce quickly spit it out and began to control her breathing though the pain was immense. She thought back to why she and her sister always got wasted before going for tattoos or piercings and how she wished she had a damn drink now, this gave her reason to smirk. To react with a bit of laughter as often people did to block out pain.

It was now certain there would be no screams for him only the exchange of harsh words would feed the fire of her anger within. It was just at this very moment that his bizarre tune became replaced with a voice yelling into the room, a voice she would remember always. This was her moment to scream and make her position know to Reaper.

"This way before the freak breaks out the fava beans Love! Careful the cage is high voltage I’m sure."

July 03, 2010 07:18 pm

Teddie

The flight back from Cancun had been long and tiring, and what was more frustrating than the flight itself was the fact that her sister Deuce was not answering her calls or texts. "Something isn't right with this..." she muttered to herself as she slid her phone back into her shirt pocket and pulled on her headphones and hit play on her ipod.

Teddie's mind drifted as the tunes began to play. She thought about why she had left the states, had gone into seclusion in Cancun and left her sister behind. She couldn't help but think that something was seriously wrong as she pulled out her phone and looked at how many attempts she had made to call her sister to let her know that she was on her way home.

With a growing tension in the pit of her stomach she pulled her laptop from its bag in the empty seat beside her, logged in and connected to a secure site that they had both used many times in tracking their marks. She input the number of Deuce's cell phone number and hit the search button and nervously waited for the results. The last time she had talked to Deuce she knew she was in Moscow, but the results that came up showed her to be in London. "Damnit."

The captain's voice came over the intercom and told the passengers to put their tray tables away and power off their electronic devices as they were preparing for descent into Moscow. Before disconnect from the internet she pulled up a travel site and booked the first flight from Moscow to London, she could only hope she arrived in time to find out what was going on with her sister.

Upon arrival in London she plugged in the coordinates given to her on the plane for her sister's cell phone location into her own phone and let the GPS lead her to a hotel. She impatiently waited on the elevator before giving up and taking the stairs...she heard loud noises down the hall and carefully made her way down the hall until she was in front of the room with the signal and pushed open the door just in time to catch a figure leaping out of the window. She ran to the window and watched as he landed and ran into the night.

She saw him stop and turn back to the hotel, she quickly ran down the hallway and slid down the railings in the stairways...this figure...this man knew her sister and she knew he would be a key into finding her. She had arrived in the lobby just in time to see him grab the clerk and question him. When he ran out the door she quickly followed at a safe distance behind.

She watched as he found the building, and flinched slightly at his yelling, a sound that should not have been coming from this being...and then a few moments later another voice...Deuce. Her heart pounded in her chest as she scaled the wall to the window and the words of a song echoed in her mind..."this is my war, this is my battlefield" her voice was ragged and filled with an anxious and violent tone as she called out for her sister.

Deuces?...

July 04, 2010 05:02 pm

Professor Moriarty

Why must my work always be interrupted! *He growled loudly before looking down at the woman under his arm.* You are such a disappointment. I really thought much higher or you oh well. Now to just sign my work… *Standing up he used the scalpel to carve the initials J.M. into her left shoulder. He hadn’t quite removed the last remaining strip of skin from the saucer like hole he was creating. His hand jabbed down into the wound, taking a tight hold of skin flap he threw the chair on its side. The sound of ripping flesh filled the room laughing he tossed the piece he was still holding down at the woman.

Turning his attention to the “thing” standing in wear house he started to remove his gloves. Grabbing the rim and sliding them off inside out, tossing them on the floor. Moving towards the door he picked up the test tube of blood still sitting on the little tray and placed it in his pocket.* So you finally woke up it seems. And you brought another little friend. I do hope none of you tarry in trying to get in here. As you can see… *Motioning over to Duece.* She was a rather unfortunate disappointment. If you don’t hurry I can very well say she will bleed out on the floor.

July 04, 2010 07:32 pm

Ryan Cordaway

The Reaper stared at the older appearing man and his features went solid. The look of Death became apparent. His eyes met the man's and he spoke. This time, it was strangely calm now. He now began circling the man, his blade gripped tightly in his hand.

"Time never seems to stay with me. Though I am the one who brings those who's time is up, to Hell."

Walking now slowly towards the body of his wife, Ryan spoke again, the same demonic hue filling the air, also as he shook his head.

"Your time isn't up..."

Leaning down, he spoke to the man still.

"..Not yet anyway. But I do swear to you, I will be there when it is."

Kneeling down, he stripped the bindings from her, though at the moment he did not care if this man even tried harming him in any way at all. All that he cared for at the moment, was Vanessa.

July 04, 2010 09:55 pm

Anark

*He was always tracking the older man that was in the building. He swore that he would get revenge for the words and the action that this man had executed. Anark and Moriarty have always been on two completely different sides of the spectrum. One was calm and collective while the other was a pissed off brute with aimless intentions. Only now did this werewolf know what his intentions were. He sought to destroy the elder vampire... something about him never sat right with Anark.*

*The entrance of the building was were this man stood staring up at the place knowing that his victim held his position inside. He did not know why he would be in a place like this but he was in no mood for asking questions. It wouldn't be surprising if he was running his oh so infamous experiments on some helpless victim. He tossed his cigarette to the side and walked in with vengeance in mind.*

*It was dark and rather spooky which would have any human running for the hills but he continued forward. There was an eerie silence around him and shadowed figures all around that seemed to just let him through as he got closer to them. It did confuse him slightly he he still continued forward. There was only one person that he had his sights on and that what the professor. An arrogant S.O.B and a freak of nature in every aspect of the word.*

*The silence began to fade as he neared the back of the building. He could hear voices and one of those voices was no doubt the professor which fueled his anger even more. His fingernails grew to a point as did his teeth. His face scrunched up as his appearance took on the slightest bit of the wolf within.*

MORIARTY!!!!

*His voice bellowed and echoed throughout the building.*

July 05, 2010 05:32 pm

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