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Ceasing to Care part two
Topic Started: Nov 18 2007, 10:40 PM (19 Views)
Liam Alexander
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Ceasing to Care Part Two:

January 2nd, 2007
Outskirts of Sin City

Bullets couldn’t stop a vampire; but silver ones sure could slow the fuckers down… Jeremiah should know; after all he is one… It is best to hunt the creatures you know the most about and tonight he along with his former lover; Darla Price would be hunting Augustus’ vampires to get information. Between the two of them they had enough ammunition and knifes to stop a riot in New York City. They were prepared for what ever was thrown at them tonight.

As they walked down the streets they knew that they were being followed by one of Nathan’s wolves as “protection”… Like they needed fucking protection. A three hundred year old vampire does not need protection from a flea ridden fur mongrel. But he said nothing and just gritted his teeth; if anything the wolf would make for perfect Cannon Fodder… “Protect” the Belmonts even if it means your own life… That was the decree that Nathan had given to all his loyal subjects within his pack. Jeremiah would test that theory tonight.

“So where do we start Jeremiah?”

“The bar… Most of his vampires have a fetish for drunken little whores and will try and pick them up there for a little snack.”

“You speak as if you have experience in the subject.”

“Never claimed I was perfect, Darla.”

“No need to defend yourself.”

“I wasn’t.”

Jeremiah kicked down the doorway to a shady looking bar and cocked a shotgun at the same time as patrons screamed and many made a mad dash for the exits… At the bar a single man remained; a sly smirk etched across his lips as he twirled a metallic coin between his fingers…

“I wondered when you would show your face, Tobias… How long has it been since you turned down Augustus’ offer for eternal freedom of oppression?”

“More like a life of slavery in his name, Franz…”

“You always were the one who could only see the glass at half empty Toby.”

“Enough chit chat Franz, where is he holding my Nieces and Nephews? Answer me or I swear I’ll shoot you where you sit then rip your fucking head clean off your shoulders!”

“Such hostility in your voice; it’s a shame I have no clue where Augustus is keeping the kids at. If I did I would tell you because you and I go way back.”

“Why should we believe you Franz?”

Darla’s voice rang out as she pointed a magnum right at the chest of Franz; Jeremiah placed his hand on the gun and lowered it and looked over at Darla and shook his head at her.

“He’s telling the truth; Franz never had the balls to lie to me. He saw what happened to someone who did before.”

“I wouldn’t call it not having balls Tobias… It’s more like the fact I have nothing to gain from lying to you at this moment in time. I might be a follower of Augustus’ beliefs but I don’t condone this genocide on half-breed children; let alone the kidnapping of mortal ones at that… He has gone too far in my eyes on this little crusade to get Alexander out of power.”

“So are you sitting on the fence on this? Or will you be willing to fight by my side like old times?”

“Sorry Tobias but I’m sitting this one out. No matter who wins; the vampires lose… Alexander is not ready to be a grandmaster; but Augustus can’t afford to have Alexander get killed because then the vampires in Sin City would have no master to follow and chaos will consume this place… Wolves will be slaughtered; mortals will be turned into blood banks with feet.”

“And just what are you Franz? You don’t have wolf features, nor do you come off as one of the damned.”

“Very acute of you Miss. Price. I am neither vampire nor wolf; I am what you call a harpy… I just don’t have the feathers or the talons when I choose to come out in public. Call it my gift for reaching my current age.”

“A harpy? I thought only females could be harpies.”

“I am one of a kind Miss. Price; I was cursed by a witch for my womanizing ways and now I have become the only male harpy on the entire planet. Unique in all the right ways.”

“That’s unusual; most witches will turn womanizers into other things but not a harpy. You must have really pissed her off.”

“You could say that.”

Franz smirked slightly as he continued to twirl his coin between his fingertips; Jeremiah made no movements towards him but just lowered his head before looking over at Darla and pointing towards the door.

“Wait for me outside; I must speak with Franz alone.”

“Are you sure he can be trusted? What’s not to say he has backup hiding in one of the bathrooms just waiting for you to be left alone with him?”

“Trust me Miss. Price I don’t need backup… I’m more then capable of handling problems on my own; do as Tobias asks please.”

“Fine… I’ll be outside warming my magnum just in case.”

“You do that Darla…”

Darla only snarled as she turned her back and exited the bar. Jeremiah walked towards Franz and took a seat next to him and lit a cigarette. He inhaled enough nicotine to make a mortal cough but he did no such thing and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke that dissipated into tribal designs around him.

“So, Franz… It’s been ages since we have last sat and had a chat. How are things with you?”

“Been better Tobias. Augustus is on an ego-trip from hell and it won’t be good you or your family unless you can stop him soon.”

“Why won’t you help us?”

“I told you already; this is not my war. The outcome won’t matter for me; the harpies could care less what happens. Anarchy or a brand new grandmaster… Either way the mortals will lose out. I suggest you keep Darla and this McGuire girl out of this contest. They will be of no use to you; they will only slow you all down. They can not compete with vampires or wolves; they would be nothing more then fodder to soak up some resources of theirs before their lives are gone… Darla in her vampire days would be formidable but now; now she’s useless and you know this.”

“Franz, they are family; they are Belmonts… We fight together, we die together. It’s always been that way, mortal or preternatural.”

“I understand this Tobias. But if you care for McGuire you will not allow her to fight in the battle lest you want to watch her die. This is being said for your own good my old friend.”

Jeremiah lowered his head as he took another hit from his cigarette… He knew that Franz was right; if he loved McGuire he would have to keep her out of the battle one way or another or risk the chance of losing her.


************


Larry Fields… his name brings nothing but complete Apathy to your mind. Who is he? And why does he matter to you? Why should he matter to you? He has done nothing to warrant even a second glance your way let alone being in the same ring with you, and with your newly won International championship up for grabs. He is nothing to be concerned about; just a simple man with no real drive or heart to be in this contest. He can lie to himself all he likes but in the end… he will fall to you; they all do eventually.

In the grand scheme of things, he is what this business calls a padding… a man made to make the champion look like a worthy title holder; never one to hold it but to give the illusion he could indeed beat the champion. You hated his kind with a passion; they have no right to stand before you and believe they could defeat you. Showtime believed it and TWICE in singles competition he failed. And now it was Larry Fields’ turn to fall from grace. To stand before you as an underdog looking to shock the world by defeating you in your first defense. A grandiose notion by a delusional man who would find out first hand that NO man beats the God of Wrath in singles competition. Six and zero you were and after tomorrow night you would add another notch to your win column and bury another lost soul beneath the Dublin Sky.

There was no denying fate and to try would only make the defeat that much harder to swallow. Larry Fields… who cares who he is or what he hopes to accomplish… he doesn’t matter. Never has mattered to you; just another face in the crowd of mediocrity that fills that locker room. They were all beneath you and they know it… none of them will ever come close to your caliber inside that ring; they could only strive for second best! And the world title? It will pale in comparison to the International title after you were done with your reign… Showtime’s reign will become a mere footnote compared to yours. Then when you were done leaving your mark on that title, all which was left was the biggest prize of them all… and no one was going to stand in your way from taking it… NO ONE.

Larry Fields… your first challenger… and your first victim towards your glorious reign. He won’t win… never was and never shall be victorious over you…

Fin…
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