Night Walkers:

The dead of an elder has created a underground war between vampire clans, almoust all the clans are in war with one anothers and not only they have problems with in them but with Vampire hunters and Lycans (Were-wolf). The Garc's warriors have been send to hunt down a Cesc vampire who is belive it might have some information that could help the clan. Most of Cesc vampire's which are mercenarys are working with the Arkan's finding their elder's killer.


The night was cold and the moon was full, a very nice night for lycans, Federigo and another vampire warrior called Viktor have been send to Romania, there they will look for a Cesc vampire called William that is belive that might have some information about the dead of the Arkan elder and other type's of info. Meanwhile some Cesc vampire's have been called to Germany where they are gathered for orders by the new elder of the Arkan Clan. The Kenish clan's movement is unknown but we must be alert, they are well known for beeing violent and doing their missions at any cost.


Federigo and Viktor have arrive a small villege, not much to see only a few houses and some farms notable to the eye.

"Hmm where are we suppost to find this William?" Viktor said looking at Federigo.
"acording to the information he should be in the village, I dont expect to see him cross the street so we should separate, I will try to find some information on that nearby bar, you should take a walk around and see if you find anything, be carefull, we dont wish to cause anyproblem around here"- Federigo answered
"yes lord"-Viktor said
As Federigo walked towards the door of the bar he said "Hmm this is going to be a busy night"

Elcardo Montoya, a Prussian at heart, a Spaniard in truth. Three hundred year's before the current day he was lost to the ravage's of the night. Now he arise's as a hunter of blood, as a Night Walker.--
"Elcardo Montoya-Delarosa, at your service." The Human eyed his companion wearily, having experienced thing's that no man should ever of born witness to. His eye's bore witness to the grotesque spectacle called forth from the farthest reaches of the night.

Elcardo grinned playfully, his fang's revealed under the moonlight. "Who--what are you?" The Vampire considered, cocking his head as he looked into the full-moon. His eye's shone red as a howl dominated the landscape, blocking out all other sound's. Elcardo now looked earthbound, reciting from memory a dark script from the corner of his mind.

"That which seek's blood, which is bound to the night. That which walk's under the moonshine. That which is a Daemon spawned of hell, fang's akin to a bat. That which will bring darkness to the light." He paused as he once again eyed the Human, wondering if he truly understood how this night would ultimately end. His would-be victim's skin suddenly drained of all color, of all thought. "God help me." Elcardo grinned and advanced . . .

Scream's erupted into the air, foretelling but a shade of what was to come. A howl overlapped the scream, each combatting each other for dominion over the sky. A nearby bar patron burst from the front door, sprinting toward's the source of the sound. He came to find a black figure, under the full gaze of the moon yet still as black as hell. "Eltaro eh saiz le hell." This Human dropped silently, the sound of his fall muffled by flintlock fire.

Two bloodsoaked ball's of lead burst through the bar window, imbedding themselves within an unfortunate female. The bar emptied, everyone screaming in terror. One man remained, the bartender. He stooped low over the body, shaking her hand and trying to bring her back to the wakind world. He suddenly felt a sharp pang of pain hit his back neck. He fell to the floor instantly, lying on top of the fallen female. He turned over, trying to discern his attacker. The light shone directly down upon the Man, the creature . . . a gun barrel suddenly held his gaze. His world turned red . . .

Elcardo grinned with savage delight, having eliminated four victim's already. The rest of the bar had emptied, sprinting to a nearby farmhouse. He inserted the flintlock's into their respective holster's, instead retrieving a shotgun from behind the counter. He slung it over his shoulder, advancing at walking speed toward's the farmhouse. A line of bar patron's greeted him, each armed with makeshift weapon's that were stolen from the house, evidenced by the broken door.

His lip's contorted into a smile that would strike fear into the very heart of the stoutest man. He took a single shot at the nearest male, ripping his limb's off instantly. He cast the gun aside, leaping at a patron armed with a pitchfork. He landed a few feet away and sidesteped with amazing agility to dodge a fine thrust. Elcardo grabbed the pitchfork, directing the opposite end into the man's chest, winding him. He then brought a boot to the man's crutch, causing him to drop his weapon. He quickly brought his arm about the man's neck, snapping it like a twig.

He hissed furiously at the onlooker's, with a look that struck each and all still. One attempted to run, but was stopped in his track's as Elcardo imbedded a ball of lead in his chest. The other's look's changed from fury to terror, each one turning a stark white. He raised the pitchfork, swiping it across their indisciplined rank's, killing each and all with ease. He then walked over to the fallen coward, who had attempted to flee. He stammered as he begged mercy. Elcardo retrieved his weapon and showed him the 'mercy' of death. To Elcardo's pleasure the creature replied with a muffled scream, as his lung's emptied of air.

Then a Lycan leapt from the farmhouse roof, directing his weight at Elcardo. He dodged easily, but was forced into a backroll as the creature's maw snapped at his position. Elcardo leapt to his feet and dived for the shotgun, turning over to encompass the creature's form within the barrel. The Lycan leapt, with animalistic rage. He pulled the trigger, causing the form to drop short upon his form. He tossed aside the limp figure, watching the body spasm as it tried to deny death. "A lesser spawn, no doubt." He got to his feet and brushed off his coat, examining the body with crimson orb's.

"No better than the common breed, you." He shot the body again, cutting short the series of spasm's as the body fell, lifeless. He tossed the shotgun onto the body and walked away. Then, he came across the most peculiar of sight's. A small boy, quivering atop the body of his apparent father. He held a stake in his right hand, a garlic in the other. Elcardo hissed, but did not flinch. He launched himself at the fallen boy, grabbing him by the vestment's. The boy cried furiously, releasing his aranement's in utter terror.

Elcardo pinned the boy by his shoulder's to the farmhouse, baring his fang's at the young child. "Pathetic . . ." The Vampire applied pressure to a small bone below the shoulder, causing the body to drop lifeless instantly. The look of terror did not vanish from the dead form however, as he stared limply into the moonlight. Elcardo vanished . . .

Sam made his way towards the alley, three men were there. Sam hadn't replenished himself in a while.
" Well, howdy... Care to join us by the fire?" the one with yellow teeth said. Sam nodded. It was a test he often played with his prey, see if they could notice his pale skin, his almost lifeless gaze, maybe even his fangs if they looked hard enough.
Once, he'd found a teenager, back in the 90's, who had figured him out. Before Sam could do anything, the kid had a stake, apparently he was prepared, his parent must've been hunters. Sam almost didn't escape that night...
Sam was angry when he remembered that night, it also made him extra hungry. By the end of the next minute, all three men were dead...

Elcardo watched from the shadow's as a few police car's arrived, sprinting from their vehicle's with pistol's drawn. "What the hell happened?" The seniour officer advanced upon a body, tapping it with his foot. "A bar brawl?" The younger constable gasped as he saw the body of a young child. "Richard . . . look at this." The seniour officer walked over to his companion's side, discomforted by the amount of bodies. After examining the child's body he found a most unsettling look upon his face. "It's as if he's seen a ghost." Elcardo grinned slighlty, his fang's twinkling under the moonlight. One of the small group noticed the twinkling but thought nothing more of it. "This is a murder . . ." The Werewolves body had dissipated moment's before they arrived, meaning there was not a single trace of supernatural disturbance's. Elcardo sighed as he departed, becoming little more than a shadow.

He returned to the bar and got himself a drink, downing it in one. Within second's one of the Police entered the bar and noticed Elcardo. The Vampire turned and advanced upon the man, stopping only a few feet away. "Put--" The man stammered a little and began to pull at his collar. Elcardo contorted his face into a grin of savage delight. "You've just gone missing." A bloodcurdling scream rocked the landscape and the rest is too gruesome to tell . . .

The night was starry and the moon shone fully. The moonlight shone the woods with light, but not as much as the sun would shine. Inside the woods, a figure could be seen walking, alone.

Celeste Hurst walked by herself, the cool air not bothering her at all. She was a Vampire, after all. Walking in the woods, thinking about what would happen, Celeste began to think on how she wouldn't try and take the blood of Humans.

"Can't do it," she thought to herself. "Can't just drink Human blood in cold-blood. But there are other ways I can always drink blood..." She took out a thermos from her backpack, and opened the top. She then drunk the blood that was inside. After she took a small drink, Celeste wiped her mouth, and placed the top back on the thermos.

Placing the thermos inside her backpack, and walking again, Celeste sighed. "Why did I have to turn into a Vampire? Why?" Her blood red eyes gleamed with regret. If only her parents were with her.