Pizza Time! (Closed, Intro)

[grendel]

Its after dusk when I awaken, hungry as always. Funny thing, never was that ravenous before. Back in the livin days. Barely ate anytthing, just a nibble here and there...

Now? Well now is a different story. I could eat a horse...raw...drippin with blood, and his stomach carved upon, intestines hanging out, that look of panic in his eyes...

Yeah...I could go for a bite.

Naturally then, I do what any hungry city dweller will, and turn to the joys of dine out cuisine. A pizza.

Payphone in my lair hasn't taken quarters in forever, but I still plink one in, pickin up the battered phonebook hanging by it for refence, dialin the fifth line down, ignorin the ones I've allready crossed. out. Five pizza joints and three chinese places this month...need to get a new phonebook...

Once I make my order, large cheese with anchovies, I give the directions for my favorite hunting spot and then hang up, tryin not to salivate on the phone while I talk. Wiping some slime offa it when I'm done anyway. Crud gets everywhere down here...

After a moments thought I grab my hook and chain offa the wall, wavin by to the guys on my way out, headin off down the subway tunnel.

City has had dozens of tunnel systems over the years, as many roads below it as above...and most abandoned. Funny thing that, spendin all those millions, an then just...leaivng them...weird...or maybe not. Aidoneus has got his hooks in everything. Wouldn't surprise me if he had a hand in matters...In any case, it makes travelin underground a breeze, assumin you don't mind the odd rat, or the rare other Nos...they keep mostly to the sewers...least this parta town...

You'd think they were avoidin me. Hehehe...Not surprisin, most of think I'm some sort of sewer mutant Nos...eight foot tall an covered in spikes...droolin an screamin as I rip babies apart with my bare claws...

Course, that last part is sorta true...an fun...but its a popular conception I don't mind spreadin. More than a few vamps have heard that about me, an that keeps ehm from suspectin its me keepin an eye on them through the net, spyin on their porn downloads, and their myspace profiles, an that kinda shit.

I know it all. All the dirty little secrets...And Aidoneus'll pay me top dollar for it...or anything else I might want.

Not that theres terribly much I want that I can't get...

Like this shithead.

Some dweeb offa his scooter in the bad part of town, pokin around the buildings above me, readin off numbers...

"235....237...What the fuck? Address says 235 and a half...Great, nother crank caller...buncha ass OW! Mother..What the Fuck?"

I have to chuckle at the last part, just a small reaction to me shifting the grate below his feet, droppin him through to drainage tunnel beneath and bringin him face to face with me, Five foot of mutated hell turtle...Naturally I let him take that in before I give him a nice bellowing roar that echoes through the tunnels, and shakes the poor loser like a leaf.

[grendel]

Rolling here for combat...if you even want to call this that

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[grendel]

Kids pissing himself by the time I'm done with my roar, and thats all I need to know. Definitely not a mage in surprise.

I move towards him quickly, putting my full mass behind a blow that slams him into the concrete behind with an audible crack. Ouch, that sounds like spine to me.....Sure enough when I back off he flops to the ground like so much dead chicken, squirming against a body that ain't workin right no more...I grin down as I flip him over, roughly tearing at his clothes to examine the damage beneath, feeling the fracture under my talons.

Beautiul.

The little mortal tries to get away, but I put a stop to that soon enough, just a hard slap to the back of his head, driving his chin into the concrete below hard enough that it breaks his jaw too....I should be more careful. Don't want to damage him Too much...ruin the art value.

Easily, I scoop him up, tossing him over one shoulder as I turn back down the drainage tunnel, sloshing through water and worse as I make my way back downtown, whistling as I go.

Once we're back comfortably in the lair, I toss my new guest into a battered couch, grinning as I watch him come back around. Spinal injuries...lotta pain...keeps blacking out.

Of course when he comes back around this time he stays that way. Probably the smell is what gets him first. Sickeningly sweet taste of raw meat left out too long. That'll be my last prey, Monica Bronsky, facebook chick lookin for a few good men...Found one bad one. When he sees her I have to chuckle. The look on his face...oh its art all on its own.

Monica is hung against the wall, classic style, her hands bound with fishing line to the wall behind her. Her ribcage is opened up nicely for display, but without any drop of blood or organs to show for it...just empty. The flies are starting to gather in earnest now. Fluttering about her open eyes, the edge of her lips. Impartin their young to the deceased corpse...Its perfect right now...

"I call it.... Hanging by a Thread' rather appropiate don't you think? You'd be surprised how long you can live without parts of your anatomy...I ate her left lung first...intestine by the foot....liver....Fed her a little bit of my blood to keep ehr going while I worked...she lasted a week all told...."

Not sure why I'm talking to the prey...but it seems like good conversation to have. Fun really.

I walk over to the strawberry blond hanged like a trophy on my wall, opening her mouth for him to see.

"At one point she wouldn't stop screaming...had to remove her tongue...Then I did her left eye, just for kicks. I left the right one though...I love the glassy look they get when they die...As you can see..."

I gesture to a table next to the wall, filled with various specimen jars. My prize is a jar of eyes, held in suspension, looking out with a rainbow of colors. Beautiful...

"Don't be jealous though...You're my next project."

[Roxie]

Every once in a while, a Prince needs some time to herself... away from the position.
Most might think the Prince would head to Elysium, a safe place to relax among the Kindred... or perhaps even stay in, perhaps throw a party...
But today, I don't want all the flash and glory.
I'm so sick of the beautiful people.
Not many vampires would venture into the sewers of this City, unless they were Nosferatu.
The sewers are not a friendly place to go for a walk.
Thanks to Aidonius, These things don't effect me.
None of the Nos in this City would dare to touch me.
And, it's not because I am the Prince.
The dank sewer smells of rotten things, dead things, and it pleases me to walk around by myself, my body guards not even needed down here.
I know most of these tunnels as well as I know every street in my City.
I was raised here, after all.
But tonight, I wander without a real destination.
I'm enjoying the walk, the smells, the sounds. They all comfort me in ways that high priced office building never will.
At one part of the sewer, you can hear the sounds of the City above, the water running through the pipes, the gurgle over my head.
A lot of things drip down here, the sounds of the drops hitting the floor making notes all their own.
I grin, spinning around as I let my voice echo with the drops:

[glow=red,2,300]"Singing in the rain!
Just singing in the rain!
What a glorious feeling!
I'm happy again!"[/glow]

After spinning around a bit, I go back to my walk, still hearing the echoes of my voice around me.
I find that I'm near Grendal's lair.
It's been a long time since I've seen Grendal.
I doubt he has much business on the surface anymore.
I wonder if he's even home.

[glow=red,2,300]"Hey Grendal!
You still among the undead or what?"[/glow]

My voice echoes around again, and I stand in place, listening, waiting.
If he's here, he heard me.
Hell, he probably heard me back at the song and verse part.