Post by terminator on Sept 28, 2012 19:26:36 GMT -5
Sunnydale, a Hellmouth as they were called. All sorts of creatures of the night roamed these lands. Some had good intentions, but unfortunately that couldn't be said for the overwhelming majority. One of the many vampire gangs in Sunnydale fell into that majority.
The Blood Bashers, or just Bashers for short, roamed Sunnydale's equivalent of slums. No authority figures would venture into this area, but the vampiric Bashers were didn't hold this turf unopposed. They were engaged in constant battles with other roving gangs, vampiric and otherwise.
Tonight seemed to be relatively peaceful though, so the Bashers relaxed and had fun. After a night of cruising on their bikes, the twelve member gang parked in front of a pawn shop -which was closed at such a late hour. In a drunken fit of hooping and hollering, they bashed through the shop's front door and aimed to help themselves to the merchandise inside.
Two members stood watch outside though, guarding the Bashers' bikes and ready to alert their comrades should trouble pop up. As such, it was only them that saw and heard the bright flashing light coming from an alley across the street. They stood, bewildered and transfixed, as a sphere of light suddenly appeared, expanding into existence, before vanishing -and with its departure, so too did the electrical flashes and high winds.
"Crud! Scuz! Something's going on out here!" one of them called back into the pawn shop. The Bashers were too busy making noise and causing a scene inside to hear, so one of the vampires standing guard had to venture inside to fetch the gang's leader.
As he did that, the remaining guard witnesses something equally peculiar. From the pitch blackness of the same alley across the street, there emerged something. There emerged a man, or what appeared to be a man. A big, muscular guy who looked the specimen of health, with his dark hair in the form of a crewcut. That wasn't the most striking thing though. The individual emerging from the alley was completely naked.
The guard could tell the individual was venturing his way. The naked man's eyes locked onto his and he strode across the street. There was something odd about his gait and posture though. It seemed stiff and lifeless. The man's face was equally devoid of emotion. It made the vampire guard very uneasy for some reason.
As the naked man approached the guard, the other Bashers emerged from the pawn shop. All twelve of them were drunk, but they quickly sobered up at the odd and strangely unsettling sight of the naked man walking up to them. When he finally reached the gang, he stopped dead in his tracks. As well, his eyes scanned over each of their bodies.
"What the hell's up with you?!" one of Bashers demanded, but the nude person kept looking over each Basher. That is, until his gaze settled upon a large vampire, who had a stature that matched his own.
"Give me your clothes and your motorcycle," said the naked man, whose voice was lifeless and monotoned, but had a hint of an Austrian accent. He then added, "Now," which was probably meant to add emphasis, but that word's tones were equally dull, flat and lifeless as the demand he spoke earlier.
Humans probably would've burst out laughing, but they were vampires. Humans didn't know that they were arguably at the bottom of the food chain. Vampires, on the other hand, knew of terrors and dangers that humans were unaware of. The Bashers grew nervous.
The stand-off was quickly put to an end though when the nude individual's demand seemed to have been denied. In truth, the Bashers had only stood there, uneasy like, and staring. The naked person apparently didn't have time to wait for a response. He reached out and gripped the big Basher's leather jacket, provoking a "What the hell, asshole?!"
The big Basher reached forth to grab the hand that had grabbed him, only to have one of his hands gripped by the nude stranger's free hand. And it was gripped with unyielding strength, the big Basher's cries of pain masking the sounds of bones being broken. One of the smaller Bashers quickly approached the naked man and proceeded to grab him and sink his fangs into his neck. The smaller vampire's eyes widened when his fangs broke against something hard and metal. Before the naked man could do anything, his attacker -with a now bloody mouth- disengaged and cried out in pain.
Two other vampires rushed the naked man, grabbing him by the torso, nudging him back slightly before the naked man put one foot behind the other to brace himself. He then relieved one of his hands of the big Basher he grabbed earlier, only to drive it through the chest of one of his vampire attackers -killing him instantly. The individual screamed, briefly, and vanished, as dead vampires tend to do.
Despite not displaying an ounce of emotion or pain, the naked man somehow seemed curious to the rest of the Blood Bashers -as though he'd never encountered vampires before. But he clearly wasn't human himself, so how could this be? It also seemed to them that he conducted a scientific experiment, rather than fend off his other attacker. Fore, with mechanical grace and precession, he drove his free hand through the torso of the other vampire and got the same results.
His unfeeling, lifeless gaze then drifted back to the big Basher. He repeated his demand, "Give me your clothes and motorcycle now." The big Basher no longer tried to resist. He just stood there, wide eyed in fear and shock, before one of the higher ranked Blood Bashers spoke.
"Trash, I think you better do what he says...."
The other vampire was as scared as the rest. The big Basher, now identified as Trash, breathed shakily and nodded, then proceeded to strip. He stripped down completely nude, and when the strange individual was satisfied, he released his grip on Trash. The other Bashers didn't wait around to see what would happen next. They hopped on their motorcycles and fled, all except three -one belonging to Trash and the other two belonging to the inhuman individual's attackers.
It dawned each stolen article of clothing, hiding its apparent nudity and completing its human disguise. When fully dressed, it could quite easily pass for a huge man dressed in black, leather biker clothing, complete with leather pants and a leader jacket. It sensed something in the inside jacket pocket and reached inside, fishing out a pair of dark sunglasses and then putting them on as well. It also fished out a set of keys from its pants pocket.
Now it was just a matter of seeing which motorcycle these keys went to.
The Blood Bashers, or just Bashers for short, roamed Sunnydale's equivalent of slums. No authority figures would venture into this area, but the vampiric Bashers were didn't hold this turf unopposed. They were engaged in constant battles with other roving gangs, vampiric and otherwise.
Tonight seemed to be relatively peaceful though, so the Bashers relaxed and had fun. After a night of cruising on their bikes, the twelve member gang parked in front of a pawn shop -which was closed at such a late hour. In a drunken fit of hooping and hollering, they bashed through the shop's front door and aimed to help themselves to the merchandise inside.
Two members stood watch outside though, guarding the Bashers' bikes and ready to alert their comrades should trouble pop up. As such, it was only them that saw and heard the bright flashing light coming from an alley across the street. They stood, bewildered and transfixed, as a sphere of light suddenly appeared, expanding into existence, before vanishing -and with its departure, so too did the electrical flashes and high winds.
"Crud! Scuz! Something's going on out here!" one of them called back into the pawn shop. The Bashers were too busy making noise and causing a scene inside to hear, so one of the vampires standing guard had to venture inside to fetch the gang's leader.
As he did that, the remaining guard witnesses something equally peculiar. From the pitch blackness of the same alley across the street, there emerged something. There emerged a man, or what appeared to be a man. A big, muscular guy who looked the specimen of health, with his dark hair in the form of a crewcut. That wasn't the most striking thing though. The individual emerging from the alley was completely naked.
The guard could tell the individual was venturing his way. The naked man's eyes locked onto his and he strode across the street. There was something odd about his gait and posture though. It seemed stiff and lifeless. The man's face was equally devoid of emotion. It made the vampire guard very uneasy for some reason.
As the naked man approached the guard, the other Bashers emerged from the pawn shop. All twelve of them were drunk, but they quickly sobered up at the odd and strangely unsettling sight of the naked man walking up to them. When he finally reached the gang, he stopped dead in his tracks. As well, his eyes scanned over each of their bodies.
"What the hell's up with you?!" one of Bashers demanded, but the nude person kept looking over each Basher. That is, until his gaze settled upon a large vampire, who had a stature that matched his own.
"Give me your clothes and your motorcycle," said the naked man, whose voice was lifeless and monotoned, but had a hint of an Austrian accent. He then added, "Now," which was probably meant to add emphasis, but that word's tones were equally dull, flat and lifeless as the demand he spoke earlier.
Humans probably would've burst out laughing, but they were vampires. Humans didn't know that they were arguably at the bottom of the food chain. Vampires, on the other hand, knew of terrors and dangers that humans were unaware of. The Bashers grew nervous.
The stand-off was quickly put to an end though when the nude individual's demand seemed to have been denied. In truth, the Bashers had only stood there, uneasy like, and staring. The naked person apparently didn't have time to wait for a response. He reached out and gripped the big Basher's leather jacket, provoking a "What the hell, asshole?!"
The big Basher reached forth to grab the hand that had grabbed him, only to have one of his hands gripped by the nude stranger's free hand. And it was gripped with unyielding strength, the big Basher's cries of pain masking the sounds of bones being broken. One of the smaller Bashers quickly approached the naked man and proceeded to grab him and sink his fangs into his neck. The smaller vampire's eyes widened when his fangs broke against something hard and metal. Before the naked man could do anything, his attacker -with a now bloody mouth- disengaged and cried out in pain.
Two other vampires rushed the naked man, grabbing him by the torso, nudging him back slightly before the naked man put one foot behind the other to brace himself. He then relieved one of his hands of the big Basher he grabbed earlier, only to drive it through the chest of one of his vampire attackers -killing him instantly. The individual screamed, briefly, and vanished, as dead vampires tend to do.
Despite not displaying an ounce of emotion or pain, the naked man somehow seemed curious to the rest of the Blood Bashers -as though he'd never encountered vampires before. But he clearly wasn't human himself, so how could this be? It also seemed to them that he conducted a scientific experiment, rather than fend off his other attacker. Fore, with mechanical grace and precession, he drove his free hand through the torso of the other vampire and got the same results.
His unfeeling, lifeless gaze then drifted back to the big Basher. He repeated his demand, "Give me your clothes and motorcycle now." The big Basher no longer tried to resist. He just stood there, wide eyed in fear and shock, before one of the higher ranked Blood Bashers spoke.
"Trash, I think you better do what he says...."
The other vampire was as scared as the rest. The big Basher, now identified as Trash, breathed shakily and nodded, then proceeded to strip. He stripped down completely nude, and when the strange individual was satisfied, he released his grip on Trash. The other Bashers didn't wait around to see what would happen next. They hopped on their motorcycles and fled, all except three -one belonging to Trash and the other two belonging to the inhuman individual's attackers.
It dawned each stolen article of clothing, hiding its apparent nudity and completing its human disguise. When fully dressed, it could quite easily pass for a huge man dressed in black, leather biker clothing, complete with leather pants and a leader jacket. It sensed something in the inside jacket pocket and reached inside, fishing out a pair of dark sunglasses and then putting them on as well. It also fished out a set of keys from its pants pocket.
Now it was just a matter of seeing which motorcycle these keys went to.