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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 11, 2012 17:31:28 GMT -5
The road leading away from the city was long and narrow. Only a blank horizon could be seen in the distance. Wheat fields and massive planes blanketed the sides of the road as. Vaughn reached over at a piece of paper laying on his counsel, making sure he had followed the directions correctly. With a cocked brow, he reread over the letter he had found on his desk at the Hunters Compound. Dear Commander,
I can be considered an ally among the hunters. Meet me outside of the city, towards the direction of the mansions. When the sun is on the horizon, you will find me there.
Sincerely,
AC
The 454 big block engine roared like a mountain lion down the dust riddled road. Vaughn grabbed rested an elbow on the leather interior and stared out into the road in front of him. The red '72 Chevelle flew down the road like a feather floating in the wind--Aside from the bumps and jagged edges along the road.
Occasionally Vaughn would glance as the hood, making sure no smoke was pouring from the engine. After all, this was the first time he had taken it on the road. The two white racing stripes that started from the hood, stretching all the way to the back were a nice finish to the red exterior. Kicking it into fifth, Vaughn felt a level of excitement rise into him. This was after all pure American muscle at it's finest.
As he went over a slight hill in the road, Vaughn could spot the mansions in the distance. He could only imagine what kind of rich people (or supernaturals) lived in them. Coming to a stop along a widened dirt shoulder on the side of the road, Vaughn shut off the car and stepped out.
Reaching for the counsel, he pulled out his Desert Eagle, sliding it in the back of his pants and hiding it under his worn out brown leather jacket. Vaughn looked out into the horizon, the sun had yet to set; He still had some time to kill. Walking to the rear end of the car, Vaughn opened up the trunk, revealing a cooler he had placed in the car before leaving the house. Opening the cooler slightly, Vaughn reached in and pulled out a beer. With a flick of his wrist Vaughn popped off the cap and took a drink.
He made his way back towards the driver door and leaned back on the car, looking out towards the sky. There were no trees, mountains, or anything scenic out on the country side. But it was quiet and peaceful; a luxury Vaughn hadn't seen in a while.
Feeling an itch on his face, Vaughn quickly rose a hand and slapped at the source, "Damn mosquitoes."
The cold, crisp beer slid down his throat smoothly. A part of Vaughn didn't know what the hell he was doing out here, or what he would find, or whom for that matter. For all he knew it could have been a prank set up by none other than Hobbs or Stark.
Or on the other hand it could be a trap, in which case Vaughn would deal with it when it happens. There was no need to get paranoid just yet. He knew though in the back of his mind, if someone were to damage his car, he would drag their sorry carcass all the way back to the city and be sure to hit every bump, pothole, and roadkill along the way.
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Post by Alejandro Cepero on Oct 11, 2012 19:06:24 GMT -5
"Mosquitoes aren't the only bloodsuckers out here at night." Alejandro jested from the shadow of a nearby tree, his voice thickly laced with a Spanish accent. He grinned a bit, but the grin quickly disappeared. This new commander had yet to show he was fully trustworthy. He only smiled with people he trusted.
He leaned off his Harley Davidson Nightster and walked towards Vaughn, wearing a fine, if a bit dirty from the ride over, suit, with riding gloves. He looked at the man who was the commander. He was tall, strong, well built... But he was just a human. Still, he was one who would look intimidating to a normal human.
"I do not know if you know this, but the last few commanders of the hunters considered me a very valuable resource. My name is Alejandro Cepero, otherwise known as la Espada, the vampire who hunts other vampires." He pointed to something hanging from the motorcycle handles. It was a sword belt, the scabbard shining in the moonlight.
"I have acted as a liaison and information gatherer for the hunters for years now. I help with the procurement of the weapons and ammunition you use from the black market. I thought it was about time I introduced myself to you."
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 11, 2012 19:16:12 GMT -5
Looking towards the trees and at the man under them, Vaughn took in another deep drink of beer and scoffed, walking towards the trunk of his car. He opened it and quickly lifted the hood of the cooler inside, "Listen Zorro, I don't have any Tequila in here but suit yourself to whatever sounds good."
Vaughn looked him up and down. The man looked like he had just got done horseback riding. Vaughn then walked closer towards the bike, leaning back in order to inspect the bike as a whole. "Nice ride you got here. I got something similar back home." Glancing at the scabbard, Vaughn let out a mild chuckle to himself before going back to face the Vampire.
"So why do it?" Vaughn said, leaning against the rear of his vehicle, "Why hunt down your own kind?" The Vampire in front of him was built similar to Vaughn, but Vaughn still had a height advantage--Not that it even mattered considering the strength the Vampire had over him.
"You mentioned you've aided the last few Commanders. So tell me, what was the last Commander like? I never met him. He went AWOL and that's why I stepped up to the plate."
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Post by Alejandro Cepero on Oct 11, 2012 23:23:07 GMT -5
The old vampire eyed the new commander curiously. He had never met the old commander? This to him was odd indeed. Normally, before an old commander left, he would take the time to groom his replacement, ensuring there was a strong continuity of command. The fact that this man never met him was... Disconcerting.
"I'm certain he had a good reason." Alejandro shrugged. "He had to have, he was never a man to do something without reason. He was a strong, intelligent man. Former military I believe, had that look in his eye that made the other hunters follow him without question. He was always a bit... Eccentric however. Was always too fond of war stories." Alejandro had many. It was one of the reasons the two had gotten along so well.
"As for why I hunt them... That is a long and sordid tale, but I'll give you the condensed version. As commander, you're one of the few I share it with. You're one of the few with any true reason to know. I was turned during the French Revolution, my wife was murdered and my sire was a pureblood bitch who had wiped most of my memories of my past life. I recovered them, then spent the next hundred odd years serving the Spanish Crown. During World War 2, I served in the German SS, and helped them create a unit of vampires." He sighed heavily, looking off into the distance, his eyes foggy, filled with regret. He hated telling this story.
"They were butchers, men who enjoyed killing for the sake of killing. I had had enough. I was a monster serving men who were more monstrous than I ever could be. They turned on me, and left me for dead in the rubble of Berlin. But I came back, and I hunted all 200 of them down."
"Since 1945, I've only lived on blood packs. I've caused enough death to last a thousand lifetimes, I did not want to contribute to one more human death. I met your little group 20 years ago, in 1992, when they caught me killing the last one of the group, the first vampire that had been turned under my watch..."
He looked at this man, stern, calm, and as emotionless as possible. "Do you understand why I aid you now? I understand my kind tend to be monsters. For over a century, I was one. But I am one no longer. Is that good enough for you commander? Or do you no longer desire my services?"
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 12, 2012 14:17:09 GMT -5
Vaughn shut the cooler with a bit of an irritated look on his face. Guess he doesn't want a drink, he thought. He took another drink and finished off his beer, throwing the bottle in a plastic container in the trunk.
"Ah, you're French." Vaughn turned his gaze towards the horizon, that explains a lot, he thought to himself.
"So what exactly can you offer us. Do you simply hunt down Vampires or do you bring us information or..--?" Right now Vaughn wasn't completely impressed. While he did know the Vampire could be helpful, he felt it might be an obligation or even a detriment to the Hunters.
"Relax. Why don't you have a beer or something. While I enjoy professionalism, there's no reason why we can't be laid back. I'd rather trust a friend than a co-worker, especially int his business." Vaughn reached into the cooler, popping off the lid on another beer and taking a large drink.
"So you hunt Vamps with that sword" Vaughn said as he pointed at the scabbard with his hand. "Is it at least efficient?"
Vaughn took a look at his bike again, admiring the decal and the engine that was inside. He'd have to show him his bike, and possibly even cruise around on a Hunt with him.
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Post by Alejandro Cepero on Oct 13, 2012 0:35:07 GMT -5
Alejandro's eyes narrowed a bit at the "French" comment. Were he a younger man, he would have slapped the commander for that kind of insult. "No, I'm Spanish... Calling me French is like calling you a Limey."
He raised his eyebrow when the man asked again what it was Alejandro could help them with... Really? You were asking the question to something I just answered to? "¿Eres sordo?" Alejandro asked. "I just told you what it is I do. Where do you think you get half your information from hunting, intuition? Luck? Giant Spaghetti monster? I have informants in many circles of vampire and lycan power, I negotiate deals with my kind for weapons and ammunition. What, you think they just hand you that stuff for free? Were it not for me, you would still be running around with stakes being the most effective weapon in your arsenal."
Alejandro looked at the beer, grimacing a bit. He hated beer. "Gracias, but I have something of my own." He said, going to his motorcycle and grabbing a bottle of wine from the storage compartment. Opening the bottle, he whiffed the contents and took a swig.
"As a matter of fact, decapitation is much cleaner, faster, and quieter than how your compatriots hunt. Your men fight too loudly, and it's going to draw unwanted attention." He said, leaning against his bike. "However, it is understandable you would use firearms, and given your human condition it is the best way to do so now that you use UV and silver nitrate bullets."
He studied the man for a moment. Too chummy, especially for a first meeting. Alejandro never tried to be overly friendly with humans, as his reasons for hunting vampires were far more personal than simple altruism, and humans had a nasty habit of distrusting him far more than he distrusted them. Keeping his distance made them less... uncomfortable. Usually anyway.
"Did I answer your question?"
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 15, 2012 19:19:30 GMT -5
"Limey? My family came from Australia--But whatever." Vaughn took another drink and looked over at the Vamp. "You answered what you do, not what you do. That's like me saying I hunt, when in reality I hunt Vamps and Lycans that step out of line and harm the innocents. Now then, is there something in particular you want to bring up? You seem to know what you're doing, and you seem confident that without you the Hunters would fail..."
Vaughn found this hard to believe. Over the ages the Hunters have adopted new tools and ways of slaying the supernatural.This French-Spanish guy seemed to think all of the technology had come from him, as if the hundreds of years of knowing the Supernatural had meant nothing in terms of technological gain.
This man reminded Vaughn of Hobbs. Although Hobbs was nicer to look at--at times.
"Personally I prefer hand to hand combat. But considering the increased strength and endurance...it makes the fight unbalanced. That is why I use a gun. Silver nitrate makes the Lycans blood boil and sting like hell, whereas the UV makes the Vamps wish they hadn't crept out from the dark. "
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Post by Dante Stark on Oct 15, 2012 19:22:40 GMT -5
Stark had received a text from Vaughn Logan.. And he'd hopped into his car and arrived before he was supposed to.. Stark had been waiting until the two had been conversing he'd waited to hear all of the conversation before he'd lay out the surprise..
Stark was always the one for practical jokes and this just about cut the cake.. He'd listened to the Spanish man go on about something and he found himself sitting in the bushes bored almost.. He sighed quietly to himself as he checked he didn't have any weapons on him now it was just a matter of waiting for the right moment..
He'd heard the vampire being sarcastic towards his friend Logan, and now it was time for Stark to strike.. He stood up from the bushes and as loud as he could screamed "The British are coming..." Stark roared loudly before tackling Alejandro to the ground..
Stark arose from the ground wiping the mud of his jeans..
"Did that answer your question Mr. Spaniard. " Stark bemused loudly as he looked at Logan and adjusted his jacket with a smirk... Vaughn shot the Lt a smile and he shot him one back.. They were in the chain of command together so it was right that Stark attended this secret meeting.
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Post by Alejandro Cepero on Oct 17, 2012 16:36:47 GMT -5
Alejandro shrugged. No, the hunters, in truth, would do fine without him. Would they do as well as they've been doing? No. However, they would find a way. Humans are resilient. When pressed against the wall, they always find a way to bounce back. It's because of that quality Alejandro respected humans so much. Still, the fact that this commander was treating him like little more than a useless old man irked him. He had earned his place dammit. This man had been a hunter... How long?
"You talk about these things as though you think I have no ide..." He stopped, as suddenly he sensed another human nearby. Wait... How had he been able to hide himself so long? Turning just as he heard the british man charge, before he could react he found himself on the ground. Quickly, he turned and drew his pistol, growling showing his sharpened teeth as his eyes glowed red. When he realized it was just a practical joke, the red subsided back to their natural grey, and he holstered his pistol.
Alejandro was not very amused. He had spilled the bottle of wine.
Sighing, he stood back up, dusting the dirt off of his jacket. "Come mierda. That was a lucky tackle." Still, he managed a light grin. Didn't want to seem too angry. "Glad to see you're still around Dante. Your old commander always spoke highly of you."
Turning back to Vaughn, he asked bluntly. "What is it, exactly, do you still not understand about what it is I do? I've explained it three times..." He then looked at Dante, a light smirk on his face. "Is he daft, or does he just need things explained slowly to him?" Turning back to Vaughn, he explained, for the third time, talking a bit slower than before, as if to prove a point. "I am your black-market connection. I get you the gear and equipment you need. Could you use others? Absolutely. However, I've been with your organization for roughly 20 years. I know the ins and outs. Do you really want to just toss out experience like that?"
He looked Vaughn dead in the eye. Alejandro is always respectful to those who respect him. Would this commander actually respect him, or did he just plan more practical jokes?
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Dec 14, 2012 15:25:47 GMT -5
Vaughn put his beer bottle on his cooler, looking at the french-italian--whatever he was in front of him. This guy was a Vampire? He didn't seem like much.
"I can say your help would be appreciated--But don't think for a moment the Hunters depend on you in order to exist. That may be how previous Commanders have operated, but not me. Sure, you do deals for us...but you don't make the Hunters what they are."
Finishing off his previous bottle, Vaughn grabbed a new one and popped off the top. "You work for me, and if I catch any wiff of something otherwise; you'll be hunted by me personally. Make sense Napoleon?"
Taking another drink Vaughn looked between the vampire and the Lt. Did the Lt. easily trust this guy? Then again before he came along the compound was in shambles, despite what Hobbs may say Vaughn becoming the Commander has made them grow.
This vamp was an interesting fellow. Well dressed, well manners, a pansy motorcycle; this guy screamed fancy-pants. He may or may not be a pureblood, but even if he did go in beast form Vaughn doubt he could see the man as intimidating. If there was one thing Vaughn's father taught him it was to not be afraid.
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