I don’t know where to begin. My thoughts are racing. I am trying to make sense of all these emotions. I am beginning to realize why most of my kind are detached and purely sensual without deep emotions…its so much easier.
How do I put this eloquently? Maybe I should just say it. I tried to kill Bloodlord Tanus!
I have been conflicted on this move for a while. I was not going to move on this logic, given that my close friend Willie is a devout follower of Lil’ Tony. Yet, the Fates aligned in a perfect opportunity. My only regret is that I did not have ample time to set the trap, nor the strength to follow through with the improvised plan. Thus, my quarry escaped.
Many who are reading this private journal years from now are probably questioning my sanity. Why would I be wanting to take out the head of one of the most powerful Covens in Vampire history? In part, they would be true. I am a bit insane and crazy. But, when all is revealed you will see as I see that a little bit of insanity is needed to bring about the greater good. You might ask, what is this gretaer good?
I will tell you, but first I must relate what happened that day. Else I may just forget the details. My memory has not been what it used to be, ever since this plot was unravelled further. My thoughts have been racing so fast.
So, I take you back, reader, to the dawn after Willie’s and my fight in the Peruvian Fight Club. The image of Willie ripping the Priest’s head off his body was burnt on to my mind. Our adrenaline was pumping through our veins so intensely. It was hard to think about anything else. I carried Willie out of the arena under his arm. He had been nearly taken out. The effects of a Fleet Feet spell mixed with whirlwind of rain and fury had left him a bit drained. We left our party to collect our winnings while we headed to Willie’s room for a victory party. I made one quick stop at my room to leave the tragically beautiful Penelope. I wanted to ensure she was safe before I galavanted around with Willie.
As Willie and his posse of lust-drunk petticoats wiled about the room, I recuperated my strength in the corner. Though I might have appeared detached and disconnected, I was in fact taking it all in. I pondered what we had done over the last couple of months. Constantly, I came back to the image of the Priest being decapitated. I began to piece all the puzzle together. Seeing for the first time our lives from an outward perspective. It was in that moment that a thunderous knock came on the hotel door.
The room suddenly got quiet. The acid-tripped-out Curtis Mayfield playing on a groupie’s iPod suddenly cut out. The clanking of ice in gin glasses froze still. Every sound seemed to suspend in a moment of 2 parts anticipation, 1 part fear, 3 parts of bottled excitement and a spritz of tonic. The tension was rich enough to taste. Willie broke the silence. “Well? Suga’ what you waitin’ fo’?! Get da door.”
A tall chic blonde with overly bronze skin in Ganguro fashion jaunted over to the door. I slipped on my special goggles that I commissioned Alice to make. In addition to making me immune to anything that would cause me to be afraid, the lenses allowed me to see straight through objects like they were glass.
At the threshold I saw Bloodlord Tanus, Lil’ Tony. Before the Ganguro groupie could answer the door, I said in a distilled tone, “Lil’ Tony is at the door.”
“What!? Suga’ move outa da way.” Willie quickly pushed his groupie, who was not presentable enough for the Bloodlord in her stoned condition to answer the door. Willie swung open the door wide revealing the Bloodlord to the entire room. “Slap ma fro! Lil’ Tony, sir. I was not espectin’ you. Come in sir. Come in.”
No sooner did he enter when we heard more commotion outside. I saw through the goggles a fight breakout between a handful of militants and our comrades. Fighting along side our friends were Bloodlordess Mila and Sir Thad…well, Sir Thad was not really fighting he was more just ‘along side’ them. Buddy disposed of most of them. McPhee in hulk-bat form took out a few. I believe Raven even managed to sink a revolver slug into an assailants thigh after shooting two shots directly into the floor. Needless to say the battle ended quickly in a matter of seconds. Yet, I said nothing of what I saw to Willie or Lil’ Tony.
Once the battle in the hallway of the hotel had ended, Lil’ Tony’s bodyguards, who he left outside the room to stand guard, came in to give Tony a message from Sir Thad that an assassination attempt was being made on the Bloodlord’s life. He reported that the first wave of assassins had been disposed of, but that several more would be coming. He advised that the Bloodlord leave now.
“This is just a standard day for me, Willie. Nothing to worry about.” The Bloodlord assured a frantic Willie.
“Eyes coo’, sir. Eyes coo’. Just ain’t wan’in’ nuthin’ come ta ya. Dats awl, sir. We’ll git ya outta here while we cova’ yo’ back. You know, right on! Sir!”
We all headed to the auxillary elevator being led by Mila who apparently knew where all the exits where. As we were heading to the elevator, I still could not get that Priest’s mortal end out of my mind. His death came in a mere blink of an eye. Once the head and neck were crushed between the mighty palms of Willie, the body, which wielded a devasting sword, was no longer a threat. It simply slumped over in a deadened mass. Lifeless. Powerless. Suddenly, I realized what the Bloodlords meant to the whole of the vampire curse! If they heads where taken out, the threat would become lifeless, powerless. It was in that moment when Bloodlord Tony entered the small elevator big enough only to carry himself and his two body guards, that I knew my purpose. My father, though villainous and trecherous he was, he taught me a very specific skill set. I had hid away these skills for nearly a century and a half. But all the anger and bitterness associated with the vampire curse awakened at that moment the passion to fulfill my destiny taught to me by my father, Kotaro Fuma. I was an assassin! An assassin is nothing without a quarry. My quarry now would be the Bloodlords. They held the key to how the curse began; and I knew somehow that they were the key of how do end it, too.
Figuratively, I sunk my teeth into this idea. How could I dispose of the Bloodlord in this moment. I needed to be quick; but I could not get caught, for two of my compatriots pledged alliegance to this vile king of whoredoms. I flipped down my goggles, and skulked other to the elevator panel just as gun fire erupted from down the hall. I placed my hand on the control panel and sent a hot searing charge of electicity from my mind down my arm, into my hand and our my fingertips into the metal panel. Immediately the hallway filled with the smell of burnt wires and high grade gunpowder. A small fume of smoke puffed from the elevator shaft. I peered through the floor into the elevator car. My three victims were trapped between two floors. The mice were caught, now I needed to dispose of vermin all undercover of a deceptive alibi.
I pried of the panel. “Willie, something went wrong with the elevator. I think I can find out the problem. Cover me.” I cast the mist of disillusion. Rather than fiddle with the wires, I peered through the floors. With a clear line of sight, I cast a true decaying mist known to the Coven of the Wraith as the Red Mist. The three began to contort and writhe in agony. At that moment I had to turn my gaze to the immediate battle so that I would not be mowed down by stray gunfire.
I knew the Red Mist would only slow them down. I needed to think bigger. I remembered the explosives that McPhee had prepared for me before I went into the arena hours earlier. I had only used a few of the nine exposed grenades. I began to formulate my plan. Alice had given me an enchanted pocket watch with two spindle knobs. When these knobs were pushed they would teleport me to most anywhere I had either been before or had seen. I also had a special pistol that had four shots of fire balls in addition to its six other revolver rounds. My plan was to leave the hallway, once out of view I would teleport to the top of the elevator car, plant my explosives, jump up high enough up the shaft, while in mid air fire my pistol at the explosives, and use my pocket watch to teleport back. The explosion would eliminate the Bloodlord with two guards as collateral damage. The explosion would be seen as the same assassination attempt we were trying to thwart…
It would have worked, had I not taken my eye off my focus. As I shouted to Willie, “I needed to find the breaker box.” I looked down the hall and saw four heavily armored high-tech vampire hunters unleashing a barrage of gunfire into Willie’s and Buddy’s chests. If I did not act counter to my plan, they would die. I stopped in the middle of crossing the hallway to the exit and released my new flaming spear, shouting, “Kamihotoo!” The spear errupted into a comet of flame and hit one of the hunters square in the chest. He caught fire. Buddy proceeded to use the man as a firery club. I called Kamihotoo back to me as I continued to the next hallway.
Once there and out of view of my comrades, I was about to teleport to the elevator shaft when Remmy’s voice pierced the entire hotel floor. “We have your ghoul, Niko. Give up your friends and we will not harm her.”
I froze in my tracks. I needed to act now, else my quarry would escape. I turned the magic ring on my finger, given to me by Alice. It allowed me to send telepathic messages and read certain weaker minds’ surface thoughts. I sent a message to Remmy who I was hoping was actually on the floor. “Remmy, I have the Bloodlord Tanus. I am about to dispose of him as you interrupted. If you promise to give me Penelope unharmed, I will take out Tanus for you, and the glory will be yours.”
The thought returned, “If you do this, she will be saved.”
My conviction was sealed. There was no turning back now. I teleported to the top of the elevator. Yet, to my dismay the car was empty. I could see with my goggles that the doors had been pried open. There was no sign of my quarry. Those two distractions had costed me my prize. I teleported back to the second hallway empty handed.
To make matters worse, Buddy decided to ignore the impromptus truce Remmy’s men had made awaiting my response. Knowing I no long had Lord Tanus, I had nothing to bargain for Penelope’s safety, but my own life. I shouted to Buddy to stop, that I would give up myself to save the rest of my party. But, it was too late. What happened next passed so quickly. Suddenly, Buddy is blown back into the hallway crumpling over like a rag doll landing directly in a column of magical rain. Next, Willie lunges forward only to receive the same fate as Buddy. Finally, McPhee attempts a kill on the final vampire hunter, he too receives a chestful of gunfire crumpling over dead.
All the hunters were dead. I could see Remmy’s body crushed in Willie’s massive winged hands. All was now lifeless. No one moved for what seemed like an eternity.
Taking in the ramifications of my choices, I tried to keep my thoughts together. These hunters were but a second wave of troops. There soon would be more. We needed to move. I ran to Willie’s now dead body riddled with wounds in his chest. I picked him up once more and craddled him in my arms. His physical weight seemed nothing compared to the weight of sorrow I carried for not backing up my friend. I would make this right!
“Raven, grab McPhee. Mila, please collect what you can of Buddy.” He really was in bad shape. I was pretty sure he would not recover. She did as I asked though.
“Niko, we need to think about this. We stroll right out of here completely unnoticed if we just put on these uniforms.”
“Raven, there is no time for this right now. We need to get out of here and we have three bodies to carry. What would they make of these three? No Raven, we need to take the elevator shaft. Its our only chance.”
“But Niko, the guard idea will work. They’ll think we’re just cleaning up the trash. You know. Come on! I’ve seen it done hundreds of times. It’ll work!”
“Raven, what part of ‘there is no time’ don’t you get? You historians think time grows on trees or something. Now fasten this cable to my spear. We’ll t-bone it across the door frame of the shaft. Once down, I’ll call for it and it should return.”
Raven threw McPhee down on the ground absentmindedly out of frustration, “Oops! Sorry big guy, I didn’t mean to…” He tried to prop McPhee’s head up to show a little respect, but it fell to the side almost immediately. Raven did this a few times smearing blood each time more and more on McPhee’s lifeless face.
“Stop Raven! Get a grip!”
“Right, right” He tried one more time to prop McPhee’s head up only to see it fall to the other side this time.
“Okay, okay!” He then took the wire and fastened it as I directed. We braced the spear up against the door frame and decended one by one down the shaft. We carried our dead all the way to the basement, back to the stone halls of the Fight Club. Mila’s invisibility powers worked well for evading detection. We were not sure if anymore hunters were searching for us. We found a nice large stone crevice. We used Mila’s magic crossbow, once owned by Slims before he died. The crossbow created a stone wall that barricaded us in.
Once hidden behind our stone wall, we used the crossbow to created a stone basin set into the ground. This was where we would have the blood bath that would restore our comrades.
“Raven, we need blood to fill this bath. It is the only thing that will save them. I need to stay with them to find out why they are not healing immediately. You need to find several bodies to fill this basin. Can you manage that without getting caught?” My tone was very sharp and condescending. I realized this once I said it. Was I trying to blame Raven for their deaths? This was not Raven’s fault…it was mine!
“Yeah, I can do it.”
“Thank you.” I added.
Raven disappeared into the darkness. I began to examine McPhee to find out why their supernatural healing abilities had not kicked in. I found a nestful of wooden shards buried into the muscles of his chest. Indubitablely he had some fragments imbedded into his heart. I retrieved my silver knife from my bag and began trying to extract the fragments. To my dismay, I could not obtain all the pieces. I needed better tools. I turned to Sir Thad who was looking a bit pale and green watching me work.
“Sir Thad, I need better precision instrument with which to work. But I can not leave these three. You must find tools for me.”
“I will try.”
Good to their word, both Raven and Sir Thad returned bearing gifts, eight bodies full of fresh blood and surgical tools, respectively. After an hour’s worth of work, I finally removed the splinters from my comrades’ hearts. Raven helped me drain the bodies of their blood into the stone basin. We place our dead in the pool, and waited. In the sanctum of our hidden crevice, we too rested. It had been a long night and day.
It is during this time of rest that I write this passage in this journal. Though you may doubt it from what has happened, my resolve to eliminate the Bloodlords is still firm. I do not know when my next opportunity will come, but you can bet I will be more prepared next time. To fail is grave. The Bloodlords MUST be eliminated. Can you see the reason now? It is the blood that runs through their veins collectively that gives the vampires their power…and spreads their curse. If the head is crushed, the body will no longer be subjected to its poison. It will be free to spring a new.