OOC: I'm going to assume Demaitre isn't unique in having a single abandoned warehouse >>

IC: The night-life was hustling and bustling like usual. Teenagers skipping curfews, adults heading home for a night of passion, alcoholics stumbling from bar to bar. The usual. Here in the lower-class districts it was less lively and more dark. Figures wearing baggy clothing always stood in small groups, offering "the good shit" to those they knew weren't cops. Women, and occasionally men, patrolled the streets and corners, offering up their flesh for coin of the realm. even less scrupulous individuals wandered around, most were wannabe thugs. Punks who'd been ignored and left undisciplined, who thought they knew what "tough" meant and how hardcore they were with violence. Even more rare than these ones were the silent individuals, usually dressed less gaudy than the punks, they had cold stares and gaunt faces. The visage of one who'd actually seen death, dealt it, and had barely avoided it previously.

A thick fog was rolling in like usual, the cooling temperature of the nearby waterfront frequently did this. It muted nosies considerably, hiding the monsters that walked the streets at this time of day. The warehouse they were going to was particularly desolate. No one really liked talking about it, it was a den of monsters. However they were nothing compared to the inhumane beings that approached the large metal door of the front.

She had what appeared to be a large blanket rolled up and tied with a small ribbon. It was a dark forest green while the tie was a simple red cloth. Attached to one end was a little stuffed bear that hung on one of the bows of the knot. Beside her was her brother, Viktor, and in front of her was a middle-aged human they'd brought along as a prop.

The people inside had been contacted using this proxy, he stated that he'd be bringing them two more volunteers to make up for his missed shipment last month. However they weren't aware he was being manipulated by the twins to get them all together and secure in this place. It would only be a little while longer before she could finally smell the sweet scent of life leaving a human...

The musky scent of unsavory people filled the air around them, the fog was heavy as the nightly tides evaporated, and midnight settled in. The citizens of day had become so thoughtful as to stay out at night and provide them with fun, it was the least the two could do to put up with their stench. However, being polite was always easier said than done.

Viktor walked steadily beside his twin, glad that none of the street filth looked good, so he didn't have to worry about wanting to feast and escape the smell as soon as possible. The hideous man in front of him didn't help.

The savory smell of death was the only perfume in the mixture, though it made a disgusting mixture. Viktor's fair hair wrestled with the wind, and they progressed towards the building.

There was a slight nod and hum from Viktoria at the man who looked back for a moment. His bald head was wet with sweat, he literally reeked of fear. His unhealthy frame was covered up by a large grey coat and cheap blue jeans. He wasn't athletic to any degree, mainly because his job consisted of editing pornography from his suppliers so they could distribute it en masse. His Caucasian skin was a shade paler than usual when they found him, so he'd been given a bit of liquor to add the blush of health that wouldn't betray his fear to the others.

Reaching out she handed him a white and frilly handkerchief, "Go ahead sir, we wouldn't want you to make them nervous. Just play your part and your love won't be blown to pieces..."

Viktor had made use of some of the claymores and timers they had received in the last shipment of supplies. And technically they weren't allowed to use them except in emergencies, but brother was insistent on showing sister just how marvelous these things were. To think they'd be capable of destroying buildings on the other side of the city. The deal had arrived when their reconnaissance pointed towards his involvement with the operation going on in the warehouse, so the twins took his current lover hostage, wired her with explosives and a timer and forced him to lead them in like a Trojan horse.

He knocked a few times in a bizarre fashion then muttered some small ramble about missing a kid and moving to Germany. The ritual they had for admitting someone was very unusual, perhaps they were powerful sorcerers? The thought briefly ran through Viktoria's head, she attributed most of modern technology to magic though.

A filthy window almost fifteen feet up the wall creaked open and a hideously scarred man looked out with a grunt, "Whaddya want Jonathan?"

Their hostage twitched his head to the children behind him before replying, "I got what you wanted. Two this time, they said they wanted to be movie stars."

The guardian of the door had a hideous grin that displayed his crooked and broken teeth. He took a perverse joy in lying to naive children before leading them to slaughter. He hadn't realized that the tables had turned and he was staring at a pair of wolves in sheep-skin. He looked back inside and gestured briefly to someone else unseen who proceeded to swing the sheet of metal inside.

The interior was given a measure of the small light that squirmed through the fog, sending three long shadows where it reached. They entered the slightly warmer building as one, heading for the stairs to the basement. The place was cluttered with boxes and assorted debris one would expect in a warehouse. Junk, dust and rot. some of the scaffolding had been put up, allowing a few people to keep a form of watch while the real show went on down stairs.

Jonathan let out a small wave at a few guys he recognized, feeling his insides twist up as he approached closer and closer to the point he could be done dealing with these devils. The twins footsteps clacked as opposed to his muted thumps, and the oddly dressed children drew the stares of everyone in the room. they replied with only a mischievous glance.

The steps to the basement were almost completely invisible to human eyes in the dark, and their hostage stumbled a few times. The twins kept moving in-step, their click-clacks forming a rhythmic beat to the requiem all the mortals were unknowingly participating in. The doors to the basement were well-sealed, and the faint noises of an engine revving as well as screams could be heard if one was enar enough to the door.

He stopped here and stepped out of the way. He never went into this room and never wanted to. The deal was he'd get them there and no farther. He wasn't aware of the twin's usual method of cutting off loose ends. Yet at least. "you're both insane! they'll kill you for profit and nothing else!" He kenw theyw ere sadistic and ahrdly normal, but he couldn't help but desire a chance to attempt saving them and giving them a chance to flee. If only he knew the truth.

"It's okay...you're free to go..." Viktoria bit her thumb and pressed it to chin, which was almost out of her reach actually, smearing it with her dark blood. Her recoiled at the touch, not fully understanding jsut what she'd done and why her finger had stopped bleeding before he stumbled away to leave this place behind. Probably pack up, move to America. Anything to make sure he'd never see them again...

Looking at each other with a slight giggle she waited for Viktor to open the door for her. It was impolite for a gentleman to make a lady do such a thing. As it swung open the muted sounds washed over them as did the bright and sterile lighting from multiple high-powered lamps set up.

In front of them was a small scene of human depravity.

It looked like a movie set with the spot-lights illuminating a single spot in the room for the camera to see perfectly. a number of cameras were actually setup and filming, so as to capture the terrible wonders the silent eyes did behold from multiple angles. A skeleton crew of camera workers tended to the devices, only one of them was looking away from the source of human pain. The others had become desensitized to a point where they enjoyed it.

In front of the white backdrop that had been speckled with drops of blood was a pair of figures. One was a naked girl, no more than sixteen years old. Her screaming had given out, most likely from her throat having become raw to a painful degree. The tears that stained her face and black hair with salt had stopped, only to replaced with a blank look of one who had gone into shock. Her soft and white skin might have been flawless at some point, but now it was marred with dozens of cuts and gore. A blood-stained chainsaw rested next to her, only a foot away from a rapidly growing pool of blood where the twisted wound of muscle, flesh and bone had been a leg. The severed limb was nearby, the toes occasionally twitching as the last nerve-pulses died in it. Despite the horrendous condition she was in, removed from the painful few moments she had left, her body was being jerked back and forth violently, drawing out an almost silent squeak of pain with each movement.

The main looked to be of Latin descent and seemed to be of an attractive nature with well-tanned skin, a good physique and non-filthy hair. His soul was as black as the twins though, he simply lacked the lifetimes of decades they had. He was naked as well and was sweating heavily, panting and grunting as he forced himself into the young girl's crotch without pausing to pay attention to her fading grip on life.

"Will you play with us next?"

(OOC: Cue the song "Bodies" xD)

The cameramen whirled around, a few putting hand instinctively on the grips of pistols in their waistbands and pockets. The vile monster didn't pause for a few seconds while he achieved and orgasm and pulled himself away. Satisfied and finished with the violently trembling girl.

Viktor had his hands inside his jacket pocket while Viktoria pulled the knot undone with a sharp tug and unfurled her blanket from the package she carried. As the green cloth sailed through the air, time seemed to slow down to them as the humans all reached for their firearms except for the Latino, he was still busy wondering what was going on.

The single-bladed ax she had made for her height was secure in her left hand, the familiar weight filling her with a shiver of delight as she raised the ugly looking shotgun towards one of the slow-moving humans. a belt of ammunition stretched down from its side, it was special-made for Viktoria who never could quite grasp reloading. so she was provided with a belt-fed gun that was fairly prone to jamming, but if it worked she needn't fear reloading for sometime.

There was a momentary pause, and if any of them survived this night the thing they'd remember clearly was the identical grin on both their faces before Viktoria pulled the trigger on her shotgun...

Viktor had kept pace behind the man when they entered. The rhythmic motion of their steps echoing on the dancefloor had caught the attention of few, but those who saw were too inhebriated to care.

Their hostage was ambling along, he seemed to show a hint of remorse at sending such apparently young children to by ruined and slaughtered. It was natural for a human to feel regret, to mourn their own wrongdoings in life. It was a silly thing to Viktor, for human life was much too short to dwell on tedious emotions in his opinion.

He kept the most innocently excited expression on his face, and the features of a child were so made for those that it was literally child's play. Adults were always so easy to fool. The delight that deception brought Viktor was strong, though only a refelction of previous passions.

As the twins made their way to the heavy wrought-iron door, the sounds of engines yelling, and the many voices drowned out by blood-curdling screams grew louder, the final crescendo exploded when Viktor opened the door for Viktoria and himself and the sounds erupted into the music.

The inside scene was grotesque and intriguing. Writhing on the ground was a young girl, bloodied and torn up every which way. Just another broken toy in Viktor's mind, although the potentially useful apparatus on the ground next to her and her latin mounter was intruiging. The chainsaw was well used, the teeth were dulled slightly and chipped, and the handle was covered in various bodily fluids, mostly blood.

There were various shouts in languages other than english before the scene settled just in time for Viktoria to reveal her lovely shotgun.

With a wry, perfect smile, Viktor pulled out his own handguns and blew off the head of the broken toy.

"Dear sister, I am going to play with that toy over there, okay?" He motioned for the chainsaw with his gun, a clicking noise sounded as the trigger shifted in the other hand towards the latin man.

His fair hair ruffled in the breeze as the ran, arms wide and blowing off rounds rapidly, over to the chainsaw.
Just as he reached the tattered old machine, he released the empty bullet capsules in his guns and tucked them back into his jacket. Viktor's small hands reached around the handle of the chainsaw and pulled the string, revving it and setting it off.

The heavy powertool vibrated heavily in the boy's hands, causing his aim to be messy and miscalculated, although it made little difference to the astounded flock of people. the victims ran in a frenzy, violently flailing and screaming; however the wrought-rion door was bittersweet, it kept them safe before while endangering them now. no one would hear them, no one would come to save them, and no one could.

One of the camera-wielders was thrown back as his shirt and flesh was ripped open by dozens of tiny jagged blades. The body hit the ground and rolled a few times before coming to a rest against one of the cameras. The powder strength seemed to be a bit...high. Judging from how the metal shards shredded the human's chest open and allowed his vital flesh to spill out in an obscene trail, the little things did their job very well.

At this point the others had drawn their assorted firearms, all of which seemed to have a standard low quality. The fact they were still breathing simply meant they were being toyed with, drawn out. When necessary they were capable of drawing on their vampiric reserves to drop targets before a human reaction is possible.

That's no fun though...

With a slight gust of wind she crossed the expanse of the room before her target could even aim his pistol correctly. Her rapid steps stopped just in front him, sending ripples in his loose clothing before the snapping of bones echoed out, drowned out by the revving of the chainsaw however.

Her voice spoke softly, most likely left completely unheard by all, maybe even by Viktor, "Aeternum vale..."

The roar of her shotgun mixed with the sound flesh being ripped open as it went off with the barrel pressed into his chest hard enough to have broken a rib. He ejrked back, spewing a bit of blood on Viktoria, leaving only a baseball sized hole in his front. As the corpse toppled over, one could see almost all of his left side had been shredded open.

Hefting the weapon again she swung it around at another human who was ever so slowly turning to face them, as her slight finger depressed the trigger, an ugly crunch noise sounded from the gun. And no shell went off. Her face was paused for a moment with a look of childlike wonder that belied her age and malicious logic. the weapon clattered to the concrete that was rapidly becoming coated with a crimson carpet. Now she could rely on a tried and true weapon...