The nightclub bounced with the heavy industrial beats, the DJ looked like something out of a si-fi horror film, the dancers, preforming in cages, raunchily dressed in lace black underwear, with UV light loving tracing the outline of their forms, and the ravers themselves, each one dressed so elaborate, their dances in perfect timing with the beat, Zorin's preferred crowd, yet, she couldn't be any more different from the usual crowds of cyber-punks and cyber-goths, but the drink was good and the blood was even better, her back leaning on the bar, a glass of bright, green coloured vodka, clutched in her right hand, her eyes looking for a potential, drunk, victim. Only a few things mattered, they had to be female, drunk, and willing. A smirk began to creep onto her face, as the threw back the last of her drink, a younger cyber-goth girl was stumbling up to the bar, she looked about eighteen, barely out of college, as she braced herself against the bar, Zorin would turn around on her chair,
"Drinks are on me...." she would growl, looking to the girl with her more, normal, eye, noticing the young female beginning to look Zorin up and down, with a hint of wanting in her eyes, she would chuckle as the next lot of drinks where placed onto the bar, turning to lean back against the bar, tattoos now on show, the girl looked a impressed,
"Wow...they're like, awesome!"
"Dankeschön...."
"German too..." She would nibble at her bottom lip, edging so close, she was almost wrapped around her arm, "Did it hurt? Getting all them?" her finger tips tracing carefully around the arcane symbols and words, Zorin would smile,
"Ja...But after zey get past your stomach, ze pain doezent bother you any more,"
"Really!? So you have them like...all the way down?"
"To my toes..." It was simple, the girl was so enthralled by this little tale, and her 'impressive' tattoo collection, that getting a willing victim was going to be easy, "Vant to see..." her last line, hissed into the girls ear, Zorin's icy breath, caused goosebumps to form on her neck, sending shivers down her victim's spine, nodding slowly, a more, needing look in the almost hypnotised female's eyes as Zorin dragged her off through the back doors of the club, leading out into the car park.
Pinning the female against the wall with a vice like grip around both wrists, her other hand clasped around the girls lower jaw, a fanged grin, as she jerked the young woman's head to the side, showing the flesh of her neck, feeling the blood pumping through her body, the girl only began to struggle when Zorin's fangs grazed her skin, "Zis vill only hurt for a few seconds..." her large, thick fangs sliced deep into jugular, blood flowing down her throat, her grip tightening as the loud scream began to die and her female's legs grew weaker and weaker, life draining from her eyes. Eventually, they ended up on the tarmac, Zorin's chin dripping with the last few drops of the thick crimson liquid, her eyes glowing and wild, as she stood over the girls body, a boot slammed into the head, crushing the skull and brain, pushing the eyes out from the sockets with the sheer force, "I don't vant a Ghoul on my handz again...Dok vould kill me..." growing quiet as she felt the cold barrel of a gun placed squarely to the back of her skull, a familiar chuckle echoed behind of her,
"It's not Doc...you have to worry about," his eerie, smooth voice made her twitch, only just dodging the near fatal gun shot though her head, slamming her elbow into Alucard's stomach, breaking his nose on her knee as her lurched forwards, her right hand forming a tight grip around his face as she slammed him through the club wall, yet his laughter could be heard over the screams of the running ravers,
"I've always wanted to challenge you Zorin...I am not disappointed!!" his maniacal laughter would continue as he got to his feet, blood streaming from his mouth and nose, as he raised the black Jackal the barrel looking right in the eye. Snarling the female would lower herself into position to dodge, each silver tipped bullet as they cut past her, but caught off guard, Alucard would slam his fist right into the pit of her gut, lifting up from the ground with the power, he then slammed her right back down again onto her back, Zorin would cough, watching him back off so he could continue. Her chest heaved as she struggled to stand, the last blow, he packed all of his power behind of it, Alucard would laugh,
"Had enough?" He would taunt, as she whipped her mouth, blood smearing her flesh. Her eyes locked to him, but it was already to late, as his hand clasped her face, "Playing dirty are we?" she didn't have time to react as a bullet punched through her stomach, again and again, each round slamming the other deeper, Zorin fell, limp her eyes half closed, his gloves now stained crimson. Alucard would let her go, leaving her for the watching eyes on the club's rooftop to collect her.
When she woke, Zorin found herself on a soft, warm hospital bed , her stomach aching fiercely, the bandages wrapped around the, stained with her blood, Doc would have been grumbling to himself with Rip standing over her,
"You avake now, you big baby?" Doc would snarl, shining a bright light into each of her eyes, his was quickly followed by the small torch being ripped from his hand and smashed to dust in her hand, Rip would roll her eyes tightening the straps that held the woman to the bed, just enough so Doc could get on with his examination, "Vell you zeem fine enough for zomeone vith four Jackal rounds in their ztomach!" Zorin would place her head back to the pillow, the pain making her weaker and less aggressive towards Doc than she normally would have been. Turning her head to Rip, trying to catch her eye, but the younger female would only look away, she seemed oddly distant and cold to her best friend, Zorin would sigh looking back into the new light Doc was shining into her eyes,
"Vhat's up with Rip?"
"Apart from brining in your lifeless body, giving you her blood zo you vould last, and preforming the bullet extraction herzelf...you tell me," Doc sounded almost mocking, as he walked away, to get the painkillers required for the female to recover in her sleep later that day. Rip would loosen the straps and help Zorin ease herself from the bed, gritting her teeth with the pain that shot through her body when her boots hit the floor, Doc would place give the syringe of painkillers and a mild sedative to Rip, whispering something into her ear, that she would only nod at, before walking towards the door, expecting Zorin to follow.
It would take her a while to catch up, it was as if Rip was deliberately trying to make Zorin suffer, even giving Zorin the cold shoulder when she tried talking to her. Turning into their living quarters, Rip would wait for the older female to step in their room, before locking the door tightly behind of her, placing the syringe on her desk, knowing of Zorin's weakened state, she would shove the woman onto the bottom bunk, followed by Rip sitting over her with both legs placed either side of Zorin's stomach, a hand around Zorin's throat, tight, but not tight enough to strangle her, and a dark look in her wonderful blue eyes, as they began to shine a darker crimson colour, yet tears where begging to well up in them, slowly creeping down her cheeks. Zorin would feel Rip was practically shaking with rage, she could feel the muscles in her thighs and arms twitching, watch as her fangs grew ever so slightly longer, as she growled, "Tell me Zorin...Vhat do zoes other vomen and girlz have...that I don't..."
