Description: The story of the vampire businessman
Jay - December 4, 2006 09:37 PM (GMT)
Nobody notices a freshly-turned vampire. That's why, under cover of sunset and the massive shadows cast by the buildings on New York City's industrial area, nobody spared a second glance at the black-coated individual walking down the street. If they noticed his pointed teeth, what of it? This was New York.
The individual in question, a vampire by the name of Jay, whistled a little tune as he strode to his shop downtown. No - shop wasn't quite the right word. This was an uptown eatery, and one of the only ones in the city that worked only the 'graveyard shift'. He allowed himself a grin at the irony of the name as he paused outside the door to straighten his coat, then walked inside.
"Boss, we got the new shipment of cow blood! Want me to start working on the sauce?"
"Boss, we're getting some early customers!"
"Number seven, your order!"
Jay's eyes flicked across the McDonald's-styled counter and over the undead cashiers.
He noticed a small empty space next to one of the registers.
"Hey!" he called out, "Where did O'Malley get to?"
The bloodsuckers behind the counter shifted uneasily before one spoke up.
"Um... O'Malley died this morning. He had his head blown off while on his way home. I'm sorry, we thought you knew."
Rogues, Jay thought. Rogues it had to be, because Jay had a deal going with the Director of the FVZA. Keep the vampires fed on non-human, preferably non-living things, and the Agency wouldn't go all SWAT on the establishment. And it worked. In the two months since opening McV's, profits had soared each week, mostly because of vampires wishing to stay incognito. So the resturant/bar was paying for itself, and then some. Jay ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.
"Right, I'll take the register in O'Malley's place. Everybody else work DOUBLETIME! The early rushes are coming, and I think that tonight's going to be the best yet!"
Edited by Templar for minor errors
Cyber78 - December 4, 2006 11:16 PM (GMT)
It'd been a long night of going around and scaring the crap out of a bunch of gothic wannabe's, so I was in the mood for something to eat or drink. That's when I spied the only place within eyesight that was still open, a new looking place called McV's.
I went in and noticed that the menu seemed to center around blood and meat that wasn't very well cooked, but I figured it was a vampire themed restaurant. If only I knew. Anyhow I figured it'd be a good oppourtunity to scope out another place to scare some goths, and I figured I could use something to drink. Problem was I had no clue what any of the stuff on the menu actually was, I was hoping I was about to order a coke and hamburgur. Like I said, if only I knew.
"Umm.... one medium O+ and a "Jack the Ripper" please..." I said, much in the way a man with limited spanish skills would order in an authentic Mexican restaurant.
Rhodes - December 5, 2006 03:25 AM (GMT)
Sitting across from McV's in his spartan looking motel room, Rhodes stared out the dingy window. The bright neon sign with the restaurant logo flickerd as a subway rolled nearby.
Hmmm. Interesting. A fast-food bar disguised to give my kind a place to converse and feed. Maybe worth checking out soon enough. Uh oh. What have we here walking down the street. THAT definately is out of place. Surely he wouldn't walk in...
Rhodes continued to observe the front of the establishment as the human walked into McV's, his thought cut short with the answer.
"Frying pan into the fire."
His somewhat noticeable southern accent drawing out his last word.
Jay - December 5, 2006 03:33 AM (GMT)
The cashier sidled over to Jay, who at that particular moment was serving a 124-year-old Dutch vampire who spoke next to no English and seemed to be insisting that he should get a discount due to his membership in the Order of the Broken Cross.
"Um, boss? I think we got a regular human here. Want us to.. you know?"
"Hold on a second. WE. ARE NOT. GIVING YOU. A DISCOUNT. Got it?" Jay turned to the worried cashier. "Ah, yeah. Leave him alive. Use the contingency plan."
"Contingency plan?" queried the cashier.
"Give him a human-quality cheeseburger and some raspberry Mirinda."
The atmosphere in the resturant had grown noticeably more tense as the human man was served and walked to an empty table. The only thing that stopped the patrons from launching themselves at the unwitting customer was the Rule, which Jay had put into place after the embarassing debacle involving a group of Goths and a boombox, and was now posted on a large sign on the front of the counter.
Do not attack Humans in the bar unless officially permitted by management.
Most of the human patrons that stumbled into the establishment thought it was a joke, but the vampires knew better. So they held themselves in their seats and waited for the man to finish his meal.
Templar - December 5, 2006 04:03 AM (GMT)
Vincent sat snuggly in his booth, chewing on a raw piece of beef. The human had stat down behind him. Peeking over the top of his seat so as only from his eyes up could be seen, the pack leader watched the man eat, nibbling on his own meal with less interest than before.
FINALLY! THE DINER FIASCO TABLES HAVE BEEN TURNED!
Cyber78 - December 5, 2006 04:18 AM (GMT)
I hate cheeseburgers. Cheese simply does not belong on meat. But I suppose I got what I ordered, but that didn't change the fact that food in that city never was very good. I decided that the next time I wanted to order from a themed restaurant I'd just go to an Outback Steakhouse, at least there they understood the concept of using real cow meat.
And so I ate my burger and drank my strawberry soda, although I've got to say it was a bit unnerving having everyone staring at me. That's about when my right hand dropped down to my utility belt and located the pepper spray, just incase.
Drunkentiger123 - December 5, 2006 05:22 AM (GMT)
WRONG! This post has been Inquisition'd!
Edited by Templar for being just plain messed up.
Jay - December 5, 2006 07:33 AM (GMT)
|QUOTE (Drunkentiger123 @ Dec 5 2006, 06:22 PM)|
| Suddenly the restaurant blew up with a loud boom. The explosoin made the building implode on itself.|
Among the cloud of dust appeared a figure with an uz-i in each hand.
"Gotcha!" Guy shouted and began to massacre the few remaining vampires who had managed to get themselves out. As the bullets hit their respective targets, the vampires screamed in agony and fell down dead with beehives for heads.
OOC: Wow. I was expecting something insane from you, but this is just fucking ridiculous. So... I'm just going to pretend that that never happened. But you know, it is rather sad how events conspire against the undead entrepreneur nowadays.
IC: The tension in the air was obvious now. Contrary to the popular saying, you couln't have cut it with a knife. With the atmosphere now, you could easily drive an 18-wheeler on it. It could have been used as a low-cost replacement for tarmac.
Shit, I hope that guy finishes his meal soon, else we're going to have a full-scale riot on our hands in a minute.
Rhodes - December 5, 2006 02:00 PM (GMT)
As Rhodes stared into the restaurant, he noticed on a large tv over the seating area a rather ridiculous movie playing with a crazed man carrying an uzi in after a building explodes.
Hmph. Movie explosions are just never real. Intriguing. Human eatin a burger among the predators.
Reaching down, Rhodes picked up a very long barrelled rife outfitted with a powerful optic scope. Placing it discreetly across the back of a chair, he peers thru the lens and makes a few minor adjustments.
"Burger, well done, cheese. Yum. No lettuce, hold the tomato. Hey, where the hell is the fries?"
The lens allowed him to easily count the number of sesame seeds on the bun if he needed. Looking up and beyond McV's sign, Rhodes caught the sight of a shadow moving along the rooftops.
Eh? Lil early for rooftop activity. Wonder if that could be...
A cellphone vibrated on the shabby made bed beside him.
"Rhodes. Yes sir. Mmm hmm. Affirmative. Rooftop. 4 blocks. Unconfirmed. Yes. Yes. Roger that."
He laid the phone back on the bed and focused his attention to the drama unfolding in the dining area.
Randall - December 5, 2006 09:46 PM (GMT)
Randall got up from his seat and staggered over to the human, trying not to tip over his own feet. He had made the mistake of ordering a "blood mary", which was a drink with a high blood-alcohol level, something he had sworn he'd never do again but did anyway.
"Hey you!" He walked up over human eating his cheesburger and slammed his hands on the table getting his attention.
Randall stared down at the human, looking him over before loudly announcing. "Anyone ever tell you you're good-looking for a human? Hic! I mean, if I was gay and still had a sex drive I'd totally ask you out."
Yes. No more Bloody Marys for Randall.
Roncas - December 5, 2006 10:08 PM (GMT)
|QUOTE (Randall @ Dec 5 2006, 09:46 PM)|
| "Anyone ever tell you you're good-looking for a human? Hic! I mean, if I was gay and still had a sex drive I'd totally ask you out."|
Yes. No more Bloody Marys for Randall.
I laughed very hard...
Templar - December 6, 2006 12:35 AM (GMT)
Vincent's eyes went wide and he slipped back into his booth.
Rhodes - December 6, 2006 02:40 AM (GMT)
Rhodes scanned the roof tops once more. Cars below zipped by at street level.
Catching the glimpse of something slinking in the shadows, something large, Rhode's attention was fully focused.
Hmm. Large, topheavy, muscular. Damn, just one clean second is all I need. Come on baby, hesitate for me one...little...second...
Rhodes eyes fully vampirized, pulling in all the ambient light both thru the scope and his unaided eye. The lurking figure only popped up for a split second as it moved along the roof.
His crosshairs moved whereever the shadow appeared. He flipped the safety off the high powered rifle.
An almost hushed pop sound came from the gun barrel as Rhodes squeezed the trigger. The shadowy figure reared up from being struck and quickly tore off along the roof line, slowing abit then finally slumping to a standstill.
Rhodes watched the the powerful lens until no movement was detected.
Packing up the weapon in its breakdown case, he quickly left his room to move to the rooftop of the motel.
Leaping from his building over to the top of McV's, Rhodes landed with a light "thump".
"Rhodes here. Confirmation in 2 minutes. Target is down. Repeat target down, moving in for identification. Rhodes out."
Moving silently and quickly, the vampire leaped and glided from rooftop to fireescape. Racing up the metal stairs he quietly crept to the hunkered figure.
Immediately the scent of wolf filled his keen nostrils. The animal's breathing was slow and rythmic. Rhodes had a silenced sidearm drawn and pointed at the creature as he circled closer. Flipping the massive beast over with a booted foot, it obviously was a large male lycanthrope.
"Confirmed. Lycanthrope Beta-max immobilized. Need immediate retrieval. Over."
Rhodes' cell phone beeped once.
"Roger. Attach homing device to target and wait for retrieval team."
As the vampire swapped out his sidearm for a large syringe, the creature growled low. Stabbing the needle into the werewolfs back, he injected a small pea sized transmitter.
There ya go ol'boy. Better off this way. They'll get you here in just a bit. Relax and enjoy the drugs.
Rhodes leaned against the near wall of the rooftop and looked back down toward the city street below.
Jay - December 6, 2006 03:07 AM (GMT)
|Cheese simply does not belong on meat.|
IC: During a brief respite at the counter, Jay glanced over his customers, and his eyes lingered on the human and the vampire leaning over him.
Oh, no, it's Randall... he thought to himself. I really need to stop him drinking here. Especially since that thing with the goths and the boombox. Man, was that messy. Looks like he's been into the Bloody Marys again.
He nodded to the two regulars sitting at the next table across, who stood up and dragged the swaying, babbling, half-drunk Randall out the door.
Oh, God. How embarrassing.
Rubbing his hands over his eyes, Jay excused himself from duty and grabbed a burger and an A- & soda cocktail. Looking for a seat, he noticed an aquaintance of his, Vincent, trying to stay out of sight in a small booth. He walked over and sat down opposite Vincent, nodding a greeting and beginning to tear at his burger.
Between bites, he muttered, "Goddamn Randall. Always getting so fucking drunk here."
Cyber78 - December 6, 2006 05:08 AM (GMT)
I've got admit, I don't think I'd ever had another guy tell me I was good looking. Infact, I can't seem to remember anyone ever telling me that. That was a clear sign that this was one weird restaurant, that or the bartender didn't cut off his customer's early enough. But fortunatley the drunken man who appeared to be appropriated for this establishment was dragged out the door.
Nonetheless I still pulled out my pepper spray. But not for the other customers, the burger was a bit bland and I was getting curious as to what pepper spray tasted like. After putting a quick spray on the burger I bit into it, the flavor being something I'd never tasted before on a burger. And let's just put it this way, much as the drunken vampire needed to lay off the bloody mary's I decided never again would I put pepper spray on food.
"HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed as I finally got a taste of the burger I was chewing.
Rhodes - December 6, 2006 02:12 PM (GMT)
As Rhodes took turns watching the creature and the city below, four men dressed in black ops uniforms come onto the rooftop.
One, apparently a team leader, barks a few orders as the others quickly bind the creature and place it into a large bodybag.
Nodding to Rhodes the leader quickly exits with the team back down the stairwell.
Rhodes picks up his snipercase and quickly slides down the fire escape to the street.
Huh. No mention of further orders. Guess this means I'm done for the night. Better grab a bite to eat and check out the locals.
Strolling into the McV not far away, Rhodes glances around making instant mental notes of layout, patron classification, what's on the dollar menu, and drink specials.
Walking to the order counter, Rhodes finds the cashier to be rather skeptical of him and his large leather case.
"Yeah can I get the Philly steak special, hold everything but the meat, and one of your bloody marys?"
Turning and glancing around, Rhodes took notice of the two vampires sitting in the booth. He nodded respectfully to the two of them, just before frowning at the out of place human staring at his burger.
Templar - December 6, 2006 10:49 PM (GMT)
"Meh, he's a damn good filmmaker... You know what they say about starving artists and all that..." Vincent said, rolling his left wrist in a circle. The suited bloodsucker popped another bitesized piece of meat into his mouth and chewed on it.
Another vampire walked in and eyed the room, ordering a few things from the cashier and nodded toward Vincent and Jay. The pack leader waved his right hand's index and middle fingers in an half-salute/wave. Clearing his throat, the vampire spoke.
"So hows life Jay? You know, after you shot out my knee..." Vincent growled the last word, remembering what the ex-merc did to his leg at the manor.
Jay - December 7, 2006 12:39 AM (GMT)
"It's going pretty well, actually," replied Jay. Then, to even the banter: "Although, you should try burger flipping with one working arm. Not easy."
The two vampires locked eyes, and Jay matched the veiled anger in Vincent's eyes with some of his own. He held the vampire's gaze for about 30 seconds before he burst out laughing, at which point he sat back and relaxed.
"You know, for some reason you aren't really that intimidating, sitting in my fast-food joint. But hey, we're all friends here. Eat, drink, and be merry, as the saying goes."
Templar - December 7, 2006 12:46 AM (GMT)
Vincent smiled that trademark toothy grin of his and sat back. It was true, they were brothers now.
Gotta look after your own.
Jay - December 7, 2006 12:53 AM (GMT)
"Speaking frankly, I kind of decided to let Randall have a bit of free reign in this place. I suppose I owe him for turning me. But on the flipside, it is embarrassing to have your pseudo-father wandering around drunk in your own restaurant."
Jay's face suddenly brightened as he realized something.
"We've hit the high life with this. Maybe if I got some funding from the Lords, we could make a franchise out of this. Use it as a front for activities. Hell, maybe we could even go worldwide! What do you think?"
The bloodsucker's eyes were sparkling now, with the combined glows of ambition and money.
Templar - December 7, 2006 01:07 AM (GMT)
"Sure Jay, go for it." Vincent always fancied himself as a Transcendentalist, never shooting down an idea, but his many years of experience led him to his next statement,
"But you have to convince those tightwads to fork up the cash."
Rhodes - December 7, 2006 03:11 AM (GMT)
Picking up his order and silently sitting down at an empty booth along the wall, Rhodes face makes a grimace.
Damn it. You can't be silent all the time, especially in public. Too much time alone in the bush.
Rhodes sat his case down with a rather loud thud, making the table rattle.
Opening up the meal container, he arched a brow staring down at the food.
"What the hell?"
Looking around at other patrons plates, he tried to make a quick comparison before attempting to eat any of it.
Sipping at the drink gingerly, the immediate rush and bite of the plasma laden drink told him it was strong.
Picking up the sandwich, he took a small bite and chewed.
Hmm. Not bad, reminds me of boot camp food.
He glanced up at the door after noticing a familiar face going by. A strange, average attractive female enter the establishment.
Reaching behind his coat he freed the silenced .22 pistol from its holster and laid it across his lap.
Jay - December 7, 2006 07:12 PM (GMT)
Jay deflated slightly as he heard once again of the Lords' money-hoarding habits.
"Yeah, you're right. But on the bright side, I'm making a crapload of money from this place. We could buy some new stuff with some of the surplus we're getting. We can re-stock some of the more important bases of activity that we have."
He mirrored Vincent's toothy grin and added a small chuckle in for good measure.
"Don't forget, we have one of the most persuasive advertising tools for this place." He bared his fangs as a little hint. "More of us, more profits."
With that, Jay began ripping his burger to shreds, washing it down with his A-.
Rhodes - December 7, 2006 11:57 PM (GMT)
Rhodes took another bite of his sandwich and warily eyed the female strolling up to the counter. She glances around then stares at the menu over the registers.
The vamp draws the silenced pistol up into his long coat sleeve and gets up, a mouthful of raw steak and heads towards the counter.
Rhodes shoots a casual glance over to the two vampires talking before walking up beside the female. Making eye contact with the cashier, Rhodes smiles.
"Where's your restrooms?"
The cashier points over to his right. The female glances over at Rhodes a second before he moves around behind her, heading toward the bathrooms.
As the vampire passes behind the woman, she immediately slumps to the floor. A clinging sound is heard as Rhodes crouchs to scoop up what sounded like a dropped quarter hitting the floor a split second before the lady fell down.
He immediately turns and looks at the female sprawled out on the floor, her eyes staring up at the ceiling and her body twitching.
"Someone call a doctor. This woman is hurt!"
Rhodes holds her head in his hands and checks her vitals. Pulling his hand away from the back of her head, blood is covering it.
"She's hit her head on the floor or something. She's bleeding."
He looks around the establishment for any unusual signs.
Jay - December 8, 2006 11:33 PM (GMT)
At the call of the vampire by the counter, Jay's head spun to face the source of the commotion.
What the hell?
He left the booth, and ran across the room in about one and a half seconds. The woman that had appeared to be injured for one reason or another was bleeding heavily. Jay turned to the vampire holding her.
"What happened, and is she one of us or not?"
Rhodes - December 9, 2006 12:03 AM (GMT)
Rhodes shakes his head no.
"No. She's normal as far as I can tell. Here, hold her head while I run and go get help. I'll be right back."
Rhodes suppressed a smile as he slid out from underneath the terminated mark. Her heart still beat, but she was otherwise clinically dead. He quickly picked up his case as he dashed out the door.
"Help! We need help in here!"
Running down the street, Rhodes quickly disappeared around the corner of a tall building, pulling out his cellphone with his clean hand.
Heh. It's just that easy sometimes.
"Rhodes here. Secondary target neutralized. Evac'ing to home base."
Templar - December 9, 2006 01:07 AM (GMT)
"Sneaky... very sneaky..." Vincent said, coming out of the shadows of a nearby alleyway. His arms were crossed and a smirk was on his face.
His speed was insane by most standards but over 30 years of being a vampire had made him so agile that he had regularly made Olympic runners cry... but that was an entirely different story.
Rhodes - December 9, 2006 01:29 AM (GMT)
Standing in front of him was this vampire who just popped out of the shadows. Fortunately for Rhodes, his senses were very acute. So acute he could hear an ant fart at 100 yards. So it was no surprize to see another older vampire such as himself standing before him.
"Whatever do you mean?", feigned Rhodes with an almost comical nonchalance.
Jay - December 9, 2006 01:36 AM (GMT)
Jay felt the hole in the woman's head as he examined her.
Sneaky fucking bastard. Looks like I'd better make this believeable.
With a small flick of his fingers, he broke the woman's left temple, so it would appear that she simply shattered it when she fell.
He wasn't angry about the death of the woman though, not really. No, Jay's mind was on the good standing of his restaurant. And with a human here, he wouldn't be able to just take the body into the back for processing. No, he had to do this right.
"Somebody call an ambulance. Please."
Now, to find the bastard that did this.
Templar - December 9, 2006 01:40 AM (GMT)
"What have you been up to this lovely night?"
Rhodes - December 9, 2006 01:49 AM (GMT)
Eyeing this strange vampire up and down a moment, Rhodes calculated.
"Why just takin in the lovely sights of your fair city. I found the food somewhat lacking appeal. But the lights sure are purty."
Rhodes smiled wide, baring his teeth cheesily. At the same time, his bloody free hand came up instantly.
"You wouldn't happen to have a wet nap on you would you?"
Jay - December 9, 2006 01:53 AM (GMT)
Jay, hanging from the fire escape, took a second to absorb the last statement the murderer made.
Food... lacking... appeal? Oh, that's it.
He dropped the 3 or so metres to the ground and swung a fist straight into his target's face. It collided with a satisfying thud.
"Don't fucking insult the food, y'hear?!"
Rhodes - December 9, 2006 02:05 AM (GMT)
Rhodes tilted his head from the impact. Running his tongue along the inside of his mouth, he smiled.
"So nice of you to drop in. I take it by your reaction, I've struck a nerve. One should be open to constructive critism. By the way, I hear the sirens approaching. IF in fact you are the owner of the eatery, you'll have some questions to answer in about 2 and a half minutes regarding the deceased patron lying in your dining room."
Rhodes smile curtly.
"Now if you two gentlemen will excuse me. I have important matters that require my attention," said the suave yet stone faced vampire before turning and strolling out of the alley.
Templar - December 9, 2006 03:54 AM (GMT)
Vincent placed his hand on Jay's shoulder, shaking his head in a dismissive manner.
That one is going to be trouble