Their True Face [Zeke]

[Vaughn Logan]

It was meant to be a secret operative mission. It was said lots of rogue Vampires come here to seduce and bring in new members into their underground society. Neon lights soon flashed on Vaughn's face, and it was hard for him to hear anything besides the booming club music. People were jumping, screaming, and grinding up on each other. He looked around and noticed a few familiar faces which he presumed were college students from his class or even faces he saw around campus.

Vaughn didn't know the song, it was something new and apparently hip. All of the people in here were either half his age or twice his age trying to look hip. They were all here for one thing; a good time. Vaughn spotted a few shady looking people giving out pills. Presumably drugs or other harsh narcotics. He walked up to the bar counter, nodding towards the Lt., who was undercover as a bartender. The Lt. passed him a whiskey and Vaughn chugged it up.

He looked towards the bartender, "Anything new?"

The Lt. looked up from the counter, "The birds are flying south for the night." This was a catchphrase that allowed Vaughn to know the location of the suspicious activity in the nightclub. Vaughn looked over his shoulder towards the back. Men stood guarding a large black door along the back near the stage. There were larger men with long oily hair, arms crossed, and only letting a select few past. Back there is probably where they were turned willingly or unwillingly.

Vaughn was about to order the Hunters to move in, but some red-headed schmuck started a scene. He looked over and noticed him taking on the guards by himself. He did cruel, unspeakable things to the two men. It was almost hard to watch. Almost, that is. Vaughn watched him go through the door.

"Lt. Get all that you can out, take control of this area and keep the civilians calm. I'm going back there!"

Vaughn ran through the two bloodied guards and stormed through the black door, looking around. It was a long, dark hallway. Bloodied bodies twitched with broken limbs. They were disfigured. Whoever the red-headed man was, he was someone to be taken seriously. Where are all of these vigilantes coming from?

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[Zeke Krul]

Zeke pushed through the crowd of the nightclub, his ire growing more and more every second he heard that infernal new song. That was not to say that he couldn't appreciate more today's music, he simply felt that their lyrical content and overarching message left something to be desired. A song about a girl wishing a boy to call her possibly, just did not sit well with him. Not one bit. The room's color ever-shifting due to the club's lighting, he kept on in the direction of the scent he had been following. Even amongst these humans, it was still simple to distinguish the scent of a vampire. As he made one final push, he emerged from the crowd to several guards standing near a large door. The vampire's scent had lead him here, and there was no question that he was somewhere behind those doors. First however, Zeke had to dispatch the guards.

One of the guards moved forward slightly. “Excuse me Sir, this is a restricted sect--” his words were cut short as a Zeke's arm reached forward through the man's chest, tearing through to the back. Grasping the guard's heart, Zeke grinned. “You know, you're pretty heartless for a guard. Let me fix that.” The man's shock took a split second to register on his face before his heart was promptly crushed, and Zeke retracted his arm, the body falling to the floor, a bloodied mess. Turning to the other guard, he saw him fondling his holster, his arm shaking more and more every second, clearly scared for his life. Not one to pass up an opportunity, Zeke grabbed the man's head, ripping it and a good portion of the guard's spine from his body. The two dispatched, and the nearby dancers screaming as they ran away, Zeke opened the black door, stowing his hands in his pockets. What happened to the next guards in the narrow, darkly lit corridor would make the previous ones' experiences seem like a walk in the park.

[Vaughn Logan]

The place was a dump. On both sides of the hallway were doors, upon doors, upon doors. The doors were red, the paint looking fresh, as if to try to cover up the overall shitty look of the place. Vaughn raised his leg, and kicked the door down. A man in his fifties shot his head up, a young girl who barely was legal was tied to a bed. Vaughn gave the man a disgusted look, and even though his pants were around his ankles, revealing his genitalia, Vaughn marked over and gave the guy a punch in the throat. He fell to the floor.

The woman was crying and pleading for help. Vaughn rose a hand to his communications link, "Lt. I'm going to need a full sweep of the area. There are civilians in danger. Have them escorted safely to the Compound. " The man on the ground bore fangs and changed Vaughn. He crashed into a wall, and punched the man in the spine. He jolted, but continued his assault. Vaughn picked him up and threw him on the bed posts. It snapped upon impact and lay on the ground. Vaughn picked it up and jabbed it through the man's heart. Soon after armed Hunters rushed in. "Take care of the girl" he said as he turned back and ran down the hall.

He could hear the hunters banging upon the doors behind him, clearing them out and getting the civilians to safety. He came to a dead end with two paths; a left and a right. To the right he saw an old-styled door. To the left he saw a broken down metallic door with a few bodies lining the hallway. With a jog, Vaughn rushed down, pulling out his retractable stake from his leather jacket.

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[Zeke Krul]

Zeke ran down the hall, before coming upon another door. Kicking it in, he saw several more guards, both guard's backs were turned. One was nearby, whereas the other was towards the end. “I've got to plan this delicately.” Zeke muttered to nobody in particular. Breaking into a swift run, Zeke leaped forward to the nearest guard, his legs extended. His boots promptly smashed into the guard's head, causing him to slam against the nearby wall. The guard promptly slumped to the ground, stunned. Not giving the guard time to react, Zeke steadied his feet on the ground grabbed the man by the head, picking him up slightly and began to continuously slam his head into the wall, over and over again. It was only when he heard shouts and the sound of running figures that he gave the head one great tug before it was promptly torn off from the body, a fountain of blood issuing forth.

Reaching into the guard's chest, Zeke broke off a rib of considerable size, pulling it through the flesh. As the second guard reached him, his arm reached forward, stabbing the guard in the chest with the rib. Not one to leave things up to fate, Zeke stabbed again, and again until the guard fell to the ground. Tossing the rib aside, Zeke looked at the end of the hallway, no other guards seemed to be in his general vicinity. “Looks like I gave them a good ribbing.” his gravelly voice rang throughout the hallway. As the blood poured forth from the deceased's bodies, Zeke crossed his arms as he contemplated something. “They're all vampires, probably henchmen. The boss should be close. I can smell him”. At this, he trudged forward, his boots leaving bloody imprints on the ground, a testament to his continuous onslaught.

[Vaughn Logan]

Vaughn turned left and decided to follow the red-headed man rather than go in the opposite direction. He followed the hallway quietly, looking to make sure he wasn't about to get jumped from in front or behind. A man lay on the floor, head smashed and stomach torn open. Another man lay in front of him with a sticking sticking out of his body. A pool of blood already lined the floor. It didn't take much or long for this to turn into a blood bath. Vaughn came to the conclusion the red-headed man was obviously an immortal. But whether he was Lycan or Vampire remained to be seen.

The dead vampire with the broken rib sticking out of him held a machete in his hand. Vaughn took it, dual wielding the machete and his retractable stake. He definitely felt more comfortable going through the Vampire complex now. At least now he wasn't completely helpless. He walked slowly. As he neared a broom closet a Vampire came out screaming, swinging at him with brass knuckles. After staking him in the leg, feeling the warm infected blood ooze out he held the machete up high.

"Say goodnight, bub." Without a second more of waiting he slashed at the Vampires head, watching it roll on the ground towards his feet. After pulling the stake out of the vampire's thigh, Vaughn headed towards a large looking room with double doors. One of the doors however, was hanging on it's hinges.

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[Zeke Krul]

Zeke was in no mood to dilly-dally. Grasping the door handle, he pulled the door open. As a smack resonated throughout the hallway at the contact between the door and the wall, the door broke off one of its hinges, hanging loosely. A lone guard stood in the hallway, a look of surprise written across his face. A loud snap echoed through the hallway as the guard's neck was snapped, after which it found itself subsequently detached from its head.

Walking down the dimly lit hallway, Zeke paused, having noticed a new smell. Without turning his head, he peered backward out of the corner of his eye before looking forward again, and moving at a slightly faster pace. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he muttered to himself, his gravelly tone the only other sound in the hallway, save for his footsteps. “Others are closing in. Humans. One of them is closer.”

Several minutes later, he reached the end of the hallway. The dim lighting flickered on and off. Standing before a large door, Zeke paused. This was it. As he readied himself to break the door open, he paused. Whoever had been nearby, was closer. He couldn't, and wouldn't afford anyone to interfere in his affairs. Relaxing his stance slightly, he turned, catching the silhouette of a man just entering the opposite end of the hallway.

[Vaughn Logan]

Vaughn scanned the area with his eyes, seeeing nothing, no one, and especially not the red-headed fellow he's following. Heading down an adjacent corridor, he rushed to a locker room. He scanned the numbers, mumbling quietly to himself, "138B...140A....Ah, 142D" Vaughn said, as he opened up the locker and saw his equipment sitting in pristine condition inside the locker.

Slipping on his equipment, Vaughn put on his face mask and adjusted his goggles, turning it on infrared. Looking at his gun, Vaughn checked to see if the dual clips were empty. His customized FAMAS G2 has dual clips. One clip was filled with silver nitrate to damage any Lycans. the other clip, being filled with UV bullets shined a bright light when fired which burned straight through Vampire flesh.

Running back to the bloodied corridor, Vaughn looked both ways before proceeding. "Lt., my location is secure. Move in slowly." He said under his breath into the communications unit. Looking up, he noticed a ventilation system. "I'm going in the vents Lt. Don't wait up."

Vaughn jumped, grabbing onto the vent and sliding himself in. Crawling slowly, he was able to make it farther than if he had walked through the winding tunnels. It only took a few minutes when he could hear the screams and sounds of intense fighting.

Finally the vents came to a singular room. The red-headed man stand in the middle, bodies around him. Vaughn quickly reached for his pouch and tossed down a stun grenade. He could hear a faint ringing upon impact, but nothing compared to the auditory noise the red-headed man was undoubtedly hearing. Jumping down from the vents, Vaughn landed on the man and kept his gun pointing on the mans head. The blood covering his face, and the hair on his head almost matched exact color and hue.

"What are you doing here?"

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[Zeke Krul]

A rattle and soft thud was heard in the room. Zeke thought nothing of it until what followed next. A screech echoed throughout the air, causing him to howl in anguish. Whatever had happened just now, it had caused a great deal of pain. He had finally disposed of the vampires in this area, only to be met by some painful sound. Clutching his head in an attempt to gain some control, his eyes darted about the room to determine the source. As he confirmed that nobody was in the room, something slammed into him, causing him to fall to the ground. What he saw next, was the barrel of a gun aimed between his eyes. Looking behind the source of the weapon, was a man. Zeke locked gazes with him, his familiar glare adorning his face.
As the man asked the question, Zeke said nothing. Why should he? This human, was nothing. Several moments passed as he thought of how to deal with the human. The simple answer was to kill him. That was immediately ruled out, he had a weapon. There was no way to know if they contained anything that could harm him. The fact also remained that it was pointed at his head. While he would have loved to de-spine the man right here, he was no fool. All the same, Zeke refused to plead for mercy or be in any position of weakness. It screamed in his mind, and reverberated throughout his entire being with defiance. Twisting swiftly under the man, he slid out from underneath, aiming a well-placed kick before making a leap for the window.

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[Vaughn Logan]

Watching the red-headed man's eyes, Vaughn stared at him intently. When the man looked back at him, it was almost like instinct; Vaughn knew the next move. Shit, he said under his breath as he fired his weapon, missing and then being kicked backwards. Reaching forward Vaughn grabbed for the man's ankle and threw him against the wall, leaping back and extending silver claw-like blades from his gauntlets.

"Your move, bub." Vaughn looked around the room for a moment, scanning the area. If this Lycan was going to make things difficult for Vaughn, Vaughn was sure as hell going to oblige and do the same in return. The red-headed man had to be tired, even if he was a werewolf. Considering all that he had fought and done in the little amount of time, Vaughn would be severely surprised if it had not yet taken a toll on his stamina.

In hope to intimidate the foe, Vaughn held both claws upwards and scratched them together, causing sparks to fly and a loud "SHHHING" sound to echo in the room. The fight could go either way, Vaughn would either walk out the victor or the loser; either way, someone had to walk out of there.

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