It was an unusual sort of music that sounded in the club tonight... It wasn't the usual techno dance music, but it was dance music of sorts. It was a blues and swing type, as if from the fourties or fifties. Delightful music really... Istar would have loved it. It was a pity he was at work. Karyn was at a sleepover for a birthday party, so Maria had the night for some fun. But she wished Istar was here. It would have been a wonderful time.

So instead Maria sat with a drink in her hand, her foot ticking with the music as she listened to the woman who was now singing. All the members of the band sang, and it was simply wonderful that there were those like this still around.

But she simply wished that there was someone to dance with her. Well someone decent looking who wouldn't trod her feet every other step. Men these days... None of them really knew how to dance. Not these young ones anyway. Again, it was only making her wish Istar was here all the more.

Dancing... It has always been a pleasure of hers... And she knew Istar was a fantastic dancer. If only she could find another who was of the same sort as him... Well she needed a well rounded vampire, one who hadn't forgoten how to live simply because he was dead.

Wilhelm was in one of those moods, one of those moods where he didn't care and anyone who got in his way was likely to end up with a 50. Caliber AE round in there faces or there body ripped apart. He walked down the street with his head phones blasting Slayer. (fyi I love slayer.......SLAYER) His skin a little redder than usual and his taste for blood gone, but of course there could never be enough blood. Even his hair had a little red from the blood... it was a messy kill, dumb mortal actually tried to fight. Then again how well can you fight with your throat missing?

As usual he wore torn up blue jeans, his favorite pair, and a t-shirt under a wide cut leather jacket. Which of course hid is two Desert Eagles in covenant shoulder holsters. He walked past a place with a massive sign saying 'Tequila' in bright neon letters. Acting on a whim he entered the club and in doing so almost knocked over the two-hundred pound bouncer, but Wilhelm didn't care.

In side he took off his head phones and listened to the club music ... mellow which he could go for. Wilhelm headed of to the bar ordered a Scotch on the rocks, got it, and quickly downed it at the same time asking for another. Once he received his second draw he sat down and looked at the people around him.

Maria shivered slightly, and her eyes snapped open as she felt a vampire enter. This wasn't the good kind either. This was the kind that she would never usualy associate with outside, and the kind she would never let come within arms reach of Karyn. She wanted to leave now... Just with the bad feeling she got, but something else told her to stay. Curiocity? No.. Duty?

Yes... He wasn't as old as her as far as she could tell, so it was her duty to stay incase she needed to act... She knew it was risky... becuase he could be slightly older or stronger... But she was the only vampire here as far as she knew, so it was her job...

What was that old saying about friends and enemies? Oh yes...

Standing smoothly in the knee high gossomer style skirt that would ruffle with the slightest breeze, Maria made her way towards the bar. Well she needed a refill anyway.

"Strawberry Daquiri please." She purred at the bartender with a flirtatious smile. And of course with a push of vampiric charm, he was off in a flash for her drink. But now she was closer to the vampire, her fear spiked slightly. He was larger... Much larger than her. Could he possibly be stronger? It was possible... Maybe if she bluffed it up a bit.

Maria waited for her drink before returning her attention to the vampire.

"I won't have to keep you in line here tonight will I young one?" She said, acting much older and more powerful than she was. After all, he might not call her bluff. "I came here to enjoy myself, not to police." Yes, she was being a bit foolish, but hopefully it would be for the better.

Wilhelm sensed the other vampire when he entered, but like usual didn't care. However, he cared once he saw her, she was to put it simple.. beautiful and that of course could give some one or thing sway over him. He watched her walked over and order with a little flirtatious smile. She obviously was a girl who was used to getting what she wanted out of men both mortal and immortal.

Her voice in his ear instantly brought his attention back to her and he laughed at what she said. It was a small but good laugh. He fixed her with his best 'o yeah you and what army' look and smiled showing his long double fangs. "Don't worry O ancient one I promise to not kill all the mortals here, but then again what could you really do?" His sarcasm was apparent and he was calling her bluff. Mostly because he knew it would be easy to break her, but fighting a woman still was a little weird to him so maybe she wouldn't end up on the floor with 50. Cal slug entry and exit wounds all across her body.

He looked away from her back on to the dance floor "if you’re going to keep me in line why don’t you take set." He motioned to the chair right next to him.

Easy to break her? Had she heard that, she would have simply laughed. She was a mother. She cared for a five year old who was rather demanding.

"What can I do?" She asked to his mind. "I can do quite a bit that you are probably unaware of." Her words contained the same sort of purr of amusement.

"Sit? Next to you. I'm sorry, but I have to decline. I wouldn't want to have your scent linger on me... I rather care for my own and not smelling like a surgeon after work..." She said as she sipped ever so slightly at the cold daquiri. Maria hated the smell of dried blood, the stench of death that hung on some vampires... And even those that showered sometimes couldn't rid themselves of it. Usualy those were the older ones... And he didn't have that just yet.

"Besides... Here I can watch everything. You don't have an objection do you?" She asked with a smile.

Her words in his mind came to a mild shock, he hadn't had a conversation with physic power for a while, plus most of his conversations took place a about four-hundred meters with him holding a sniper rifle and the other no even knowing that they where talking. His head slowing turned back to her one the voice was out of his head and back to talking place using air. "Ah and what can you do that I'm not aware of"

Already his hate filled slide was slipping away due to her presence. She was more than just beautiful ... she was enchanting. He almost didn’t even notice the small smirk his own lips where making. "I smell like a surgeon?" He was almost a little offended usually he didn't smell but he didn't get a chance to shower after this kill. Even though he liked killing being clean doesn't hurt. His smirk turned into a smile "oh you can't tell me that you've never enjoyed killing a mortal?" He turn to her "I mean it is so very much fun with the hunt, the kill, and of course the blood."

Some how he felt the music, the atmosphere, and the beautiful woman near him make him want to dance... really want to dance. Faster than any of the mortals could see Wilhelm took off his jacket and both his holsters and hid them under his jacket. He got up and slowly started to walk to the dance floor. "By the way I am William. Care to dance?" He said over his shoulder as he walked away.

((Oh, I was assuming they were near by, a vew stools away or whatnot...))

"Enjoyed? No. I never have... I don't enjoy the taste of fear." She said dryly. So... He killed because he liked to? Those were often the most dangerous. "And death leaves a disgusting taste in my mouth." She frowned. "I can honestly say I never have enjoyed it. And I doubt I will. It tends to leave a stench after a while, and it is one I have never been keen with."

She watched him as he folded his weapons in his Jacket... Was he disarming himself completely? She never delt with those things before and prefered not to... She even made Istar keep his collection elsewhere. She fears Karyn hurting herself more than anything in the world. And of course he had whole heartedly agreed. He was aloud to keep two in the house so long as they knew where they were and were out of Karyn's reach.

"Dance? Do you even know how to swing dance, William was it? I haven't met many men who could."

((Oh well thats ok))

Wilhelm turned back to her "A good thing about being immortal is you learn a lot of things. Also, the name thing my real name is Wilhelm, but mortals find the name weird so I just go by William. What is your name?" He walked back over to her and held out his hand for her to take. She might not but hey it was worth a shot.

"Indeed, that is so in most cases... But there are times that even vampires don't learn properly... Like in the case of learning to feel properly, how to enjoy the intimacy that came with feeding." She said stiffly.

Death was not her way, it never had been the only times she had killed were those who deserved death, those who killed others and hurt others for sheer enjoyment.

Maria looked at his hand as he offered it. Was she contimplating on taking it? No of course not. She shook her head, her raven curls shifting slightly. "I think not. You and I are not alike... And I fear it would only be a tease for me being that close to you because you'll surely begin to desire something that you will never have." She said almost in warning.

"But my name. I see no harm in giving you my name. I'm Maria de Cordoba-Indora. Originaly from Spain."

He took away his offered hand and walked away. Wilhelm put his holsters and jacket back on and making no attempt to hide them his time. He didn't care and of course none of the mortals where going to stop him because he'd just kill them. He did decide to go back over to where this Maria from Spain was from and sit next to her. "Ahh so you're from Spain? I am from Germany, if the name Wilhelm didn't give it away." He smiled 'why was he trying to be nice?' The thought passed though his mind and he had no answer.

Her dislike of what kept her alive was startling to Wilhelm; he was thought to love it because without it you'd be dead. "Why do you dislike killing? I enjoy feeding in the same way that mortals enjoy eating. We both like our ways of feeding because it tastes good and is necessary to live." Out of the corner of his eye Wilhelm noticed the mortal that was standing next to him when he put his guns back on talking to a bouncer and pointing at him. Wilhelm reached into his jacket, undid the latched for both of his holsters and waited for something to happen.

"Killing does not keep us alive. Killing is an unnessecary waste of future meals, think of it that way. Besides, it's called subtlety. Something you are seriously lacking Wilhelm." She said with a soft glare. Not soft, but hesitant.

"Killing and viciousness only brings unwanted attention and a fool like you will be taken care of sooner or later. Mark my words. You will come to a most sticky end. One that you will not enjoy." Her glare was harsher this time.

"Keep your weapons away. Pull one of them and I will tear your hand off I swear." She growled to his mind. "That would be the stupidest thing to do that you could think of at the moment."

As he heard her words both in the physical and mental something about how he viewed her changed. His feelings for her changed from just a attraction to how she looked to a much more carnal attraction. Wilhelm loved strong women, women that would stand up to him and even try to control him. Even more than that he loved women full of hate mostly because they loved to kill just as much as he did or because they liked it ruff.

The bouncers still where talking about what to do about him. Mostly their fear of his size and that the descriptions of the guns seemed to make them Desert Eagles. So for now the just watched and waited. Of course the best they could do to stop Wilhelm was bleed on his shoes.

Wilhelm got up and walked up until her was next to Maria. He leaned right up to her, put his hand on the bar right next to her. His face filled with a malicious half smile half smirk and his eyes daring her to do something. "Tare my hands off. Hmm that’s interesting I would love to see your strength and hate.” His smile growing as his words rolled out of his mouth in a mildly seductive tone. "Come on don’t worry I don't bite .... unless you want me to." His blood was up the more he talked and closer he got to her the more aroused he was.

"Get away from me you beast!" She snapped. Was he stronger than her if it came to it? She didn't know... But she did know that if he tried anything, she would do her best to stop him. "I'm not interested in the likes of a monster, I'm afraid my tastes are more refined." Of course they were. Istar might have been a murderer and an assassin, but he was still a gental men with rules. He would have never treated a woman like this. Well he would have treated her like this because he knew that she liked powerful men...

But not this one.

the tone of his voice only made her nausious.

She loved Istar mor than anything and wouldn't dare sleep with another man. They were as good as married in her mind, they had a child.

"How could you possibly think that I would do anything with you or for you?" No, anything he got from her he'd have to simply take it. And she would never make it easy. But he wouldn't do that would he? He wasn't that horrible.

Of course her out cry didn't go unnoticed. Both the bouncers and a few of the men around them started to make their way to them in order to stop what ever was happing. The first of the would be heroes to arrive was a man in his early twenties that was fairly well built; he made three mistakes before dying. The first was he put his hand on Wilhelm's shoulder. The second was he told him to get of her and that she obviously didn’t want to talk to him. The third and final mistake was he didn't duck. Wilhelm's fist slammed into the man's temple with a sickening crack and the man actually lifted up into the air, before going down and not getting up.

At this the music stopped and people looked over with confused and disturbed looks. The bouncers how ever to their credit reacted just like they where suppose to. "Hey buddy you're out of here" said the biggest bouncer. Wilhelm just looked over to them and smiled "I don't think so." At that Wilhelm drew both of his guns pointing one at Maria and one at the bouncer. The bouncer reached for his gun and found himself at the receiving end of a fifty caliber Action Express round. The slug hit him dead in the chest punching him back wards. He was dead before he hit the ground.

At hearing what seemed like a dragon's roar all hell broke lose. All the mortals fled as fast as they could and more bouncers seemed to appear.

"WILL! NO!" Maria screamed as she saw the man's fist move. He was quick... Quicker than she was. she stood up to try and stop him, but froze as she saw the gun pointed at her chest. She was a decent healer but... Even she couldn't live through that. And she had Karyn... Istar... What would happened to them?

But... She couldn't just stand there could she.

"Wilhelm... Please." She said as she took a slow step forward, not wanting to alarm him. She held her hands up and shook her head at the approaching bounces who slowed. Afer all, the gun was pointed at her, if they moved, Will could shoot her too.

"Just leave now. Put the guns down. We don't need to cause any more of a disturbance here. Please." She said softly but sternly.

Wilhelm completely ignored her "so all of a sudden you’re not all high and mighty? What an odd turn of events." The demon inside was coming out and Wilhelm embraced it and let it take control of him. Both guns roared in unison one hitting a bouncer dead in the head splattering his friends with gray matter. The second shot hit Maria in the shoulder but only grazed her. However, it still was enough to send her sprawling.

Before the bodies hit the ground, Wilhelm's Desert Eagle's roared again slamming two more dead bouncers into the ground. This time however, the last three bouncers opened fire. Two bullets missing him completely, but the last grazed his chest. Wilhelm was moving before they could fire again. His guns roared once more sending two more of the bouncers off to meet their maker.

The last bouncer emptied his clip into air trying to keep up with the blur that was Wilhelm. As the bouncer reached for his next clip, Wilhelm's head appeared around his throat and crushed his wing pipe whilst slamming the bouncer into the ground. Wilhelm let the bouncer go and watched his struggle to breath and started to laugh "ah you mortals are so weak. You make weapons to aid to in destroying my kind, but this is what happens when vampires adapt." Before the mortal died or stopped feeling anything, Wilhelm smashed his fist through the mortals rip cage and ripped out his heart. Holding it before the mortals face as it died, Wilhelm crushed it in his hand letting the blood fall in his mount and on his face. The blood ran down his chin, but he didn't care he loved the feel and taste of blood as much as he loved the feel of a woman.

(( You know what is funny I was just reading those rules and there I go breaking them.))

((Pss! Vamps can't eat anything ;) Including hearts. The solid stuff woudl kill them or make them sick.))


Maria screamed as she bullet tore through her shoulder.

She could smell blood everywhere and it made her sick. It made her weak and faint... Or was that just the loss of blood that her own body was pumping out of the wound now. She couldn't move her arm. Her shoulder was broken, probably shattered by the bullet.

She lay on the floor, writhing in pain slightly as her body worked hard to rey and repair the damage. The blood vessles closed themselves, but the flesh was still open and bloodied. The gunshots were deafanign to her ears, as were the screams of the innocent people in the club.

"Will! Stop it!" She cried out. "Don't do this damnit!" She said as she heard more screams. But the shots died out and she knew it was too late. She had to get out of here, she had to get home, to Istar. He could help her. He would know what to do.

With her good arm she pushed herself up, standing she looked around with horror at the carnage. Blood was everywhere... There were several bodies and people still trying to get out. Maria too began make her way out. There was nothing more she could do here, and a shot to the shoulder, no matter how much it hurt, wasn't going to keep her from going back to her family.

Wilhelm stood in his almost drunken state as the fresh blood coursed though his veins. Only the sense of Maria leaving brought Wilhelm back to the present. He turned to look at her, she was a mess it seemed almost that she was moving along though shear force of will alone. However, force of will could only get you so far. "Time for fun" he said out loud to no one in particular because there really wasn't anyone around to hear him.

Wilhelm re-holstered his weapons and started to fallow Maria with a sadistic look on his face. "Run o powerful one, run” his tone psychotic. "How the high and mighty have fallen. Before this night is out you will beg for your life." Wilhelm used his enhanced speed to instantly catch up with her. He planted his foot in her back and kicked her to the ground with a malicious growl. He got down and rolled her over and took hold of her by the throat. He started to compress her windpipe so that she couldn't respond. "Come one beg for me” he said once again his eyes filled with psychotic rage.

Using his right hand and his body weight to keep her pinned her pushed his left hand into her wound and pulled out the bullet and tossed it away. He liked his fingers savoring the taste of her blood. "Sweet so very sweet I want ... need more." Still not letting her talk or cry out, he slowly and deliberately ran his double fangs across her neck drawing the slightest bit of blood and quickly licked it up. "Beg for it" was all he said before finally relaxing his hold on her wind pipe.

Maria cried out as she tried to catch herself with her damaged arm, falling onto it with another cry. "Never!" She gasped as he began to crush her throat. But... What was more important? Her pride, or her family?

Her lips opened in a silent cry as he picked at her wound. Her grey eyes looked at him with a mixture of fear and rage.

She winced as he grazed her skin. The fact he was enjying her blood enfuriating her more. Only Istar was alowed her blood and body... No one else!

"Let me go!" She said in a strained voice. "My daughter needs me." That was the most he was going to get. Maria wouldn't beg. Not him anyway. "What do you want from me Wilhelm? Just let me go."

Wilhelm just smiled in a extremely mocking way. "Let you go oh no I don't think so. I have all night to get what I want from you." At that he reapplied the pressure on her throat so as before she couldn't speak. He lowered back down to her neck and this time bit in drawing a bigger trickle of blood. That he sucked up with as much zeal as before.

Using his legs he got them between Maria’s legs and spread them around him. This left hand slowing moving down her body from her throat. Stopping to grope her breasts before it continued down her body until it was under her skirt. Wilhelm began to slowly finger her enjoying the look of fear and rage on her face. "Still refuse to beg?" He asked but she could still not respond. "I guess so. You wont even fight you're going to just sit there and take it?" As he spoke he started to move his left hand with more vigor. He wanted her to fight and to beg it was the only thing that could satisfy this need.

In her shock and rage... She had fogotten a vital thing.

"You son of a bitch! Let me go or I swear I'll kill you." She snarled in his mind as she spat at him. She wasn't completely helpless or silent.

A ripple of rage and disgust went through her as he felt his faingers move past her underware, puting themselves where they had no nright to be at all. "How dare you... If you think I'm just going to let you fuck me, you're out of your goddamned mind!" She growled at him. She couldn't quite get her leg back around him in this position, but she was able to move herself enough.

With a sharp thrust of her knee she jabbbed the sharp heal of her shoe into his side. She did that twice more, hoping that it would be enough to at least get him away from her for a second.

Pain. The pain felt good it added to his arousal, the more she fought the better it would be for him in the end. However, it did unbalance him for a moment; he even pulled his fingers out of her. Wilhelm ended her hopes of escape with a trio of punches one to her face, one to her gun shot wound and one to her gut. Feeling she was significantly pacified for the moment he reached back down and tore her underwear completely off. He unzipped his pants and let out his now erect penis.

Before he penetrated her, Wilhelm pulled out one of his Desert Eagles. He slid into her with a slight moan. Quickly, to stop her resistance from succeeding he removed his right arm from her throat and used it to pin her left arm to the ground. At the same time his left arm, now holding the Desert Eagle, pinned her right arm and held the gun on her temple. His face full of sadistic pleasure "now beg for you life Whore! Beg as I rape you!"

All the while as she saw that her attack was futile, actually before that even, she had been calling to Istar in desperation. This was his kind of thing here, he would know how to handle this situation for sure. But as Maria heard the zipper of his pants she knew that it might be too late before he got here.

"Don't you dare! Don't you put that thing anywhere near me!" She snarled, jerking her uninjured left arm from his grasp with a great effort. She was still slightly stronger, thank god. Before the gun was at her head, she raked her nails, though not tallons were still sharp, across his face, aming for at least one eye.

But she fell still as she felt the cool metal against her head. Damn it all... Injuries were okay, but death was not.

Maria gritted her teeth with anger as he forced himself into her. But he didn't get a single peep from her. And he wouldn't, no matter what he did. He only wanted to hear her scream, but she wouldn't. It was her fear he wanted, and she wasn't going to give up her pride along with her body.

"I'm not a whore!" She growled "I've only been with three men. And I love them all." She said fiercly. "You're a monster though." She spat in his face once more. "And I'll never beg. Asshole. Besides, I'm used to bigger. I can bairly feel a thing."Maria said with a smirk. She simply lay there still, knowing that if she fought, hed only enjoy it more. And she wasn't going to give him that.

No, if everything thing worked out, he'd end up with a few bullets inside of him. But where was Istar? Not only did he had his car that was insainely fast... But he could fly, so he wasn't restricted by traffic.

Traffic was the last thing on Istar’s mind. He’d gotten off early, planned on surprising Maria and when he’d gotten home and she wasn’t there...well that was ok. She was her own woman; they weren’t attached at the hip after all.

So he’d showered and dressed, a fine white suit with a drastic and stylish flash of silver as shirt, tie, and the band about his white fedora yet the moment he heard Maria’s cries in his mind all bets were off.

Istar hadn’t bothered with a car, with anything even slightly less than a full speed barreling flight across Demaitre’s skyline. The horror, the desperation, the fury, all of it that had been in Ria’s psychic voice was so sharp that he could smell them in the air.

And that, well there were no words for what that did to him; “had him seeing red” was fucking understatement of the year. Hell, he’d see red alright. Whatever had his baby in that kind of way was gonna bleed and bleed like only the shy town mod knew how.

When Istar landed it wasn’t even a landing. He simply got close to the club and disappeared. Not vanished, but misted. It was an ability he hardly ever used; one that drained him had him ready to feed if he used it too long. But none of that mattered or even registered as Istar coalesced himself enough that his sharp senses could scan the area.

Then just like that she called out to him again and he cursed that he couldn’t answer. Cursed that he hadn’t the talent to tell her that he was coming, that things would be ok and he would save her.

But then his sharp senses told him where Ria was and what the hell was…oh God.

Mist without form or weight sheathed through solid matter. It floated almost lightly, then an instant later mist became one very pissed off vampire, a vampire who’s golden amber eyes sparked dangerously even as force of will poured across the gun held to Maria’s head. Istar had never done anything like it, and yet rage became power and power became heat.

The gun melted in an instant, barrel first; and a moment later the sleek suited vampire with dark skin and dark hair was beside the monster raping his girl and it was the monster’s turn to feel a Desert Eagle at his temple.

“Bang, mother fucker…” Was Istar’s only words as he reached for the other’s throat with his free hand and squeezed for all he was worth, ready to choke him, toss him away, and fill him with shots in one smooth motion.

That’s the thing about being an assassin, a lot like a bike, it lets you leave tire mark all over some freak’s face. Istar was going to cut him into so many small pieces and drop them cement incased to the bottom of the nearest lake.

Wilhelm's pleasant experience ended with a small shock. Both appearing before him from mist and melting his gun where nice parlor tricks, but he'd seen better. Wilhelm moved fast intercepting this new vampire's gun hand as it raised its own Desert Eagle. Wilhelm gripped the guns barrel and instead of tearing it out of the vampire's hand, he just crushed it with his inhuman strength. The gun broke in two with a large crack. (I feel bad for ruining such a cool gun, :( but you ruined mine.)

Even as this 'hero' vampire tried to crush his throat, Wilhelm just smiled with the same sadistic look as before. Wilhelm's blue eyes locked with this new vampire's golden amber eyes both pairs of eyes full of hate, Wilhelm's eyes full of hate because this vampire was trying to fight him and of course had rudely ended his fun.

Wilhelm in his infinite insanity tried to speak into this vampire's mind. "Hey what’s up? How ya doing? Why are you so mad? I'm Wilhelm by the way." His smile changed from an insane one to a pleasant smile. Both of Wilhelm's hands grabbed the vampire's hand that was slowly destroying Wilhelm's windpipe and began to pull it off.

Maria nearly cried out with reliefe as Istar appeared from seemingly no where. "Istar!" She called out. As the gun melted, and Istar's hand clenched around the man's throat Maria made her escape. But she knew Istar wouldn't be able to hold him for long... The chance to escape was all she needed.

"He's mad because he's my husband you asshole!" Maria growled as she picked up the other gun that had been left carelessly on the floor. "The only one that will ever hear me beg!"

She looked over at Istar, smiling slightly dispite her anger. "Thank you my love..." She whispered. "Let him go Istar..." Maria said quietly as she lifted the gun with her good arm. The gun was pointed at Will's chest, and she wasn't going to miss. "I don't want him to hurt you. He's stronger than he looks." She said warning him. "But if he moves... I'm going to blow his dick off... And That's not gonna grow back." She snarled as she lowered the gun.

Maria's eyes blazed with anger, more furious than she had ever been before. Normaly she knew never to aim so low, figurativly and literaly. But if anyone deserved it... It was him.

If Istar heard Maria, it didn’t show. Golden amber eyes narrowed, Istar barely noticed the loss of his gun. Actually if anything he was suddenly glad and it was a black glee that welled up from the darkest part of him. Oh yeah, he really wanted to tear this bastard in half with his bare hands. And that whole he’s stronger than he looks, well that applied to more than one vampire in the room. Hell a fight would be damned good, damned good indeed.

As the other’s two hands began over powering his one, Istar redoubled his efforts, sheathing his nails into flesh to make the grip that much harder. Plus Istar really just wanted him to bleed, to wipe that ridiculous smile of his goddamned face…

Lips pulled back from fangs in a nasty snarl then. Istar had locked his mind up tight, put up shields, blocks, whatever you wanted to call them. It had been Alexia’s first lesson.

“Keep them out of your mind, my fledgling.”

Yet even so, Istar could feel the wisp of words, the intent to communicate. And that pissed him off more than the words the other vampire might have spoke ever could. That this asshole wanted to talk to him, to smile in his damn face after he’d walked in on him raping his woman.

Fucking bastard. The lake was too good for him. Hell dying in general. He was gonna suffer.

Yet even as he said it, in his mind, Istar relented just a bit. He didn’t look at Maria, but spoke to her even as he stared into the eyes of his enemy.

“Keep the gun on him Ria.” Indora almost growled. “But I’m the last one that’s gonna get hurt in this one. I’ma teach this motherfucker that you don’t put your hands on a woman without her permission. That and I’m a show him why shy town was a bitch when I was growing up. I was killing people for a long time doll, and he’ll find out why I was the best.”

There was an almost vile amusement in those last words, but it didn’t matter a bit, because just like that Istar had let go of the other vampire’s throat and he dropped, but it was right into a sharp wingtip clad roundhouse aimed at his face. That’s the wonderful thing about vampiric speed and kick boxing…two great tastes that taste even better together or at least something like that.

Wilhelm's head moved slightly as the kick smashed into his face, cracking a lip and drawing blood. He was still smiling his insane smile, he hadn't even felt the pain for the impact just a slight irritation. Wilhelm licked his lip tasting his own blood and felt his body already healing the damage in a few moments the wound would be closed.

He raised his guard, his hands and wrists guarding his face and upper chest. His other vampire might have a better fighting style, but Wilhelm had is massive strength. One single hit from Wilhelm would do a lot more damage that a few good his from this vampire.

A deep resonating laugh came out as Wilhelm his pronouncement of 'I've been killing a long time.' "Oh I'm really scared" his voice full of sarcasm. "I've been killing before you were even born. I've killed vampires stronger than you, faster than you and of course more powerful than you." His voice venomous and full of the need to kill.

Wilhelm swung a right hook combining his speed and strength into one hit. If and when it hit he would immediately lead it into a left uppercut.

Maria glared as Will stood up again, but she didn't fire.

But it looked like he had no intention of leaving. Maria's finger itched as she staired at him angrely. But as soon as he moved, she fired. But he was quick as was she, and the bullet bit his thigh, burring deep in the muscle and bone.

"You Won't lay a fucken hand on him!" She snarled as she surged forward, trying to knock the other vampire off balance before the second strike could hit. Istar was her charge, hers to care for and protect. They needed each other really, and she would do all she could to protect him, and she knew he would do the same for her.

“He couldn’t lay a hand on me if he tried.” Was Istar’s sharp reply and he’d side stepped the first punch before it had even been fully thrown. Looking at the extended arm, the former assassin aimed a vicious elbow right at the other’s extended elbow in a horizontal strike. There wasn’t much power behind it, but there didn’t need to be.

That’s the thing about real fighters and amateurs. Real fighters know that you don’t go for big heavy strikes right off the bat…that one hit knock out shit might carry water in boxing, heh even in ambushing a guy. But you get somebody that knows how to fight, how to read body language, see a punched telegraphed. Yeah well you’re in deep. All the speed and strength in the world don’t matter when you can’t even land a blow.

Nastier still, no matter how strong, how fast you get, there ain’t no training for the joints…you’re born with what you have. Mortal or immortal. And joins don’t bend horizontal…

If you wanna break a guy to pieces, cut him up, whatever. The joints are always the place to start.

Istar’s expression was sharp and feral as he slammed his elbow home and yet just like that he heard a gun shot and was forced to retreat just as he watched the bullet’s impact. That alone was scary as hell, not that Istar minded being shot, just that he firmly needed all the blood inside of him that he could get right now and Ria had come real close to getting them both. Then before he’d even realized it, Istar tried to step back out of uppercut range, but something from behind shifted him forward and his knuckled caught the edge of Istar chin hard enough to jaw the younger vampire’s jaw and send him backward with the scent of his own blood in his nose.

That didn’t last though as Istar realized that Maria had hit him.

As glad as he was for her looking out for him, he really didn’t want her trying to go head on with this guy. He wasn’t a fighter, too much thug and not enough finesse, but that was the same thing that had Indora worried about Ria. This bastard would have no problem hitting a woman.

And Istar took the distance between them in a step, lashing out first with a left to draw his attention back front and center, then a right that hooked sharp enough to crack a cinderblock.

“Yeah, yeah. I hear that all the time.” Istar replied then to the other’s earlier boast. “You old bastards always think you know everything, can do everything. All being old means is that you’re obsolete, what can ya say now days they make better models all the time.”

That should get the arrogant bastard’s attention, Istar thought.