• Back in the hunt

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:51 pm**

This is starting to frustrate me.

I've got this hunter running around not bothering to make sure the vics are okay and there's whatever he's chasing.

Based on what I've scene the other hunter is pursing a vampire.

I don't have much information on the vampire but I'm thinking it's freshly turned or has gone feral. It is feeding on site on targets of oppourtunity ie bums and hookers. The hunter seems to be interrupting it about half the time. The other half the time it gets to feed.

It seems to be making an attack every night. I got my geek mapping them so I hope I can bullseye the lair.

This vamp is not very smart, otherwise it wouldn't feed so often or so often or openly. I suspect it's lair is not far from it's hunting grounds. I don't think taking it out will be a problem.

I just need to get it before it kills many more people or before that hunter takes someone out trying to kill it.

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:59 pm**

Good luck with that. A fresh vampire and perhaps a fresh hunter needing a mentor (liberal use of the term) to break those bad habits..

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 5:01 pm**

Well Ron, I was planning on heading in your direction soon, I'll come give you a hand.

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 5:10 pm**

Don't bring too many high explosives, I don't think I'll have to knock any walls or buildings down.

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 5:17 pm**

Alrighty, hehe.

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 5:22 pm**

Just be careful. You just got back into action. We don’t need you put in a hospital because two hunters start baring their teeth over the same territorial rights.

Same for you, Bert.

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 5:27 pm**

I'll be careful Mom

Thank you for your concern though.

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 5:36 pm**

Bert_the_Turtle wrote:I'll be careful Mom

Thank you for your concern though.

You are most welcome . . . but what is this about "mom"? Between you and Ben, I'm going to end up with a family.

Something I do not need right now. What I need is Khavik to decide to make his lair a solar-powered microwave . . . .

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 5:39 pm**

Cee a family woman...

I just can't see it.

If you need help tracking down Khavik, err, i'm indisposed at the moment but maybe Ben could help you out.

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 6:11 pm**

I have no plans on going back on the shelf anytime soon. I got an important date in March I have no intention of missing.

Whoever this other hunter is, he needs to figure out the difference between victims and villains. If he's making mistakes, that's one thing, but if he really don't care . . I might have to make the tough call.

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 11:22 pm**

Wish I could help you, man. I really do.

But I've been hunting enough humans lately to last a damned lifetime.

I mean, seriously... Even if it is the blood of monsters in human skin, I've still spilt enough blood to make me wake up half-sick in the middle of the night.

Starting to think I'm in the wrong line of work, if things keep going this way...

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 11:31 pm**

I think you've been working the wrong part of the job.

Your talents, as formidable as they might be, aren't best for life in the trenches.

We'll get you in a chance to save lives instead of take 'em, it might make you remember the good part of this line of work.

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 11:34 pm**

That'll be good... I do miss that part of the job. I miss it a lot.

It just seems like this part of the job keeps seeking me out, like some damned rabid dog who's got a taste for druid meat...

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 11:55 pm**

Let someone like me take care of stuff like that for ya KT. You shouldn't have to dirty your hands or your soul.

Posted: **Mon Feb 05, 2007 11:59 pm**

Heh, bit late, now. Besides what am I supposed to do when a dark druid appears at my doorstep? "Hang on, gotta call my pinch fighter and get him in here from Jersey. Think you could wait that long for me? Gee, thanks! You're a real pal."

Or when some psychopath tells me if I don't show up at an oil rig, he's going to unleash a plague the likes of which have never been seen before. "I'd rather be hugging trees, thanks. Here, you can play with my pinch-fighter!"

Like all the rest of us, I have to be ready when shit hits the fan. I have to be ready to do what's necessary to protect not only my own family, but others' as well. I have to be able to deal with this stuff.

I just don't have to like it.

Posted: **Tue Feb 06, 2007 12:07 am**

Most of us don't. Except when we get those rare momments when we get to see things turn out real good. It doesn't happen that often but when it does well I think most of us have had it happen at least once so you know what I am talking about I hope.

Posted: **Tue Feb 06, 2007 12:22 am**

Whenever a human has died, by my hands or not, I've never seen anything turn out "real good"... I'm guessing you're talking about those moments you see in hostage movies where the bad guy ends up shot, arrested, or running away, and the hostages are reunited with their families and such.

In my (admittedly limited) experience, that's the exception instead of the rule, in our line of work.

Posted: **Tue Feb 06, 2007 1:23 am**

Not quite but close, and I did say it was rare. Its those times nobody dies just get a real good scare as they realize the world is a lot bigger than they thought.

Posted: **Tue Feb 06, 2007 1:42 am**

KonThaak wrote:Heh, bit late, now. Besides what am I supposed to do when a dark druid appears at my doorstep? "Hang on, gotta call my pinch fighter and get him in here from Jersey. Think you could wait that long for me? Gee, thanks! You're a real pal."

Or when some psychopath tells me if I don't show up at an oil rig, he's going to unleash a plague the likes of which have never been seen before. "I'd rather be hugging trees, thanks. Here, you can play with my pinch-fighter!"

Like all the rest of us, I have to be ready when shit hits the fan. I have to be ready to do what's necessary to protect not only my own family, but others' as well. I have to be able to deal with this stuff.

I just don't have to like it.

Too true. I'll tell you though, the best people never learn to like it.

Posted: **Tue Feb 06, 2007 2:01 am**

IfI may speak for but a moment, I have viewed your recent dilemas Mr. KonThaak. Your burdens have come to weigh quite heavy upon your shoulders. One event after another. You and your soul have been drawn as thin as tissue paper.

Such burdens are never meant to be bared by men. Even now in your weakend state, you continue to push grudingly foward, one heavy step after the other.

You doubt yourself now, wondering if you should not just turn your back on it all, and walk away. Back to your own life, your own purpose, and your own familiy that needs you most.

But Mr. KonThaak, as the thought of doing so tumbles around in your head like Autunm leaves in the October wind, look in upon your son this evening. Look upn him resting in his bed without a care in the world. Knowing that in his heart, mind, and soul that his father will be standing vigil tonight, tomorrow, and the many nights to come after that.

They are your reason for going on, for continueing to fight the good fight. In the eyes of your off spring druid, there is no greater hero than you.

For this reason I sympathize with you and your burden, allow me then to aleviate your burden by informing you that I can recover what was lost to you, I ask for nothing in return, ther than your continued presence here upon these forums Mr. KonThaak.

Think about what I have just said.
You are a good man, and in these times, that makes you even more special.

Posted: **Tue Feb 06, 2007 2:14 am**

Um Dele Morte while I am sure KT is grateful for your words, you may want to recheck your info he has a son not a daughter.

Posted: **Tue Feb 06, 2007 8:23 am**

Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children...
-Brandon Lee, in the original "The Crow"

A very pertinent statement, for a movie... Then again, that movie had a lot of good philosophies, as I recall...

The same holds true for "father". That's why I know I can't give up.

Dele Morte, I appreciate your offer... It has been offered to me before. I thank you, very wholeheartedly, but this is a trial and a difficulty I must bear, myself.

Again, thank you...

Posted: **Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:39 am**

Well thee is a bunch of you up in Chi-town. Perhaps you should function as a team all of the time instead of for those special situations. That will spread out the load a bit more and let y'all accomplish more.

Posted: **Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:35 pm**

I caught sight of the bloodsucker last night. She was too far away and moving too fast for me to close with her. She didn't leave a good enough trail for me to track her either.

But I am getting closer.

My geek is going to have a projection for me sometime tomorrow, hopefully that will lead me to her lair.

The frequency of the attacks is rather disturbing. They are coming almost nightly. I don't think a vampire needs to drink that much on their own. I am begining to suspect I have two or three - or just an agressive and glutonous one.

I haven't been able to track the other hunter either. I did find another site where he and the vampire had tangled. It looks like the vampire used the victim as a shield . . . it looks like the hunter didn't care.

At least the victim died a little faster than he would have from just bleeding out.

When I find this hunter I'm going to teach him to play nice and take all his toys away until he learns the lessson.

Posted: **Mon Feb 12, 2007 1:26 pm**

I finally found the vampire last night.

It almost fell into my lap as it were.

I've been patrolling the area by motorcycle, there's too much ground to cover on foot and the car can't get everywhere I need to go.

I'd caught sight of the vampire the night before, she had been leaping rooftop to rooftop. But this time the vampire had descended to ground to feed. The sounds of struggle, the scream of a prostitute in the fight of her life down some back alley made me wheel the bike aroudn and crank the throttle.

I roared down the alley. Usually I don't charge in quite so fast, but time was of the essence.

My haste was rewarded, ahead of me the beast had the hooker in his grasp, he was lifting her up against the wall. The sound of my engine made him turn, his glowing eyes glaring at me, his fangs bared in a his.

I didn't take the time to think about how I was right that there was more than one vampire. I just leaned my bike over hard, went into a skid and knocked the legs out from under the monster.

He dropped the whore as he lost ballance.

She hit the ground and ran for cover as best she good. I pulled myself up off the bike and dropped my helmet as the vampire kicked back up to his feet.

"Where's your partner, bloodsucker?" I pulled my shotgun from its sheath.

"She'll be along to feast on your remains, hunter." He lunged.

I fired.

I was off the target I wanted, but the silver buckshot striking his shoulder spun him off target as well. I ducked an attmpted clothesline and shoulder rolled to get some more seperation while I worked the action on my shotgun.

I fired twice more. He dodged the pellets, running up a wall before leaping at me.

I fended him off with the butstock of my shotgun. The cross imbeded there left a smouldering tatoo on the mosnster's face.

"This is my city, monster. You and your kind aren't welcome here."

I leveled the shotgun and pulled the trigger.

The creature was too fast. He side stepped the blast and grabbed the muzzle of the shotgun. A back hand sent me crashing into the garbage cans on the far side of the alley.

The beast dropped my shotgun and smiled at me, running his tongue along his fangs. "You cost me a meal hunter . . . so I think it's time you become one. . ."

Posted: **Mon Feb 12, 2007 2:26 pm**

That is a scarey place to be.

Posted: **Mon Feb 12, 2007 2:49 pm**

Damn, well we can assume you're alive since you're posting it. Can't wait to hear what happens next.

Posted: **Mon Feb 12, 2007 4:16 pm**

I am, but it was a very near thing.

The monster hovered over me. He was advancing slowly, taking his time trying to get me worked up before he took a bite.

I did say I thought it wasn't the smartest of vampires.

He was almost on top of me when I popped the holy water/garlic oil surprise.

Wasn't surprising enough though. He leaped about 3 stories straight up and flipped onto a fire escape - completely out of the cloud my grenade had made.

I drew my Piece and started popping at him, while I got to my feet.

He leapt and dodged along the fire escape platforms, across the alley, and dropped down behind a dumpster.

I kept the dumpster covered and slowly worked my way around.

I had almost made it when the dumpster smashed into me and knocked me back across the alleyway.

I rolled with the force of the blow and came upto my feet just as he was on top of me. He grabbed me and threw me in the same motion. I skidded to a halt in the middle of the alley and lay there limp. I slowed my breathing and let him come to me.

He took his time.

He started calling me every curse he could think of.

I stayed limp and quiet.

He moved a little closer and s tossed a garbage can at me.

I made a slight groan, but didn't move.

I felt his hand on my neck, pushing my collar down.

This time the grenade caught him full on. He shrieked as his skin peeled and his eye sockets bubbled.

My blade slashed out lopping off the hand that had been at my neck.

I rolled to my feet and and drew a stake.

Posted: **Mon Feb 12, 2007 4:23 pm**

Wow, that was close. Damn good strategizing on your part.

Posted: **Mon Feb 12, 2007 4:28 pm**

Go Ron!

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