Chapter 8: Date At The Club
Devil Night: First Encounters
Location: Heart-Break Club (vampire safeden), City of Hentz, East Germany, 13 Hours Later….
Brimstone members were everywhere, collecting evidence and taking pictures of yet another mass killing. Some had to go outside for a while to stop from becoming ill; one member finally couldn't stand it and threw up along the curb. Chrissy pulled up, stopping only inchs away from the sick person, now more scared. Rayne jumps out from the car, the look on her face shows she didn't enjoy the car ride at all. Ignoring the startled man, she talked with one of the others, who hadn't completely lost it. Dante, looking down at the puddle and the owner, he's pretty much surprised to see him, as the Brimstone member is to see him.
Dante: Hey buddy…
Sickman: (In German) Huh?
Dante: Uh…nevermind…
The stench of something rotting and burning hit Rayne and Dante's noses, the foul smell was unbearable for a moment, before they got used to it.
Dante: Oh man that smells worse than Enzo's feet!
It was apparent that Brimstone was aware of the stench too, their expressions however said of something much worse. Following Rayne, Dante walked into the club; only to bump into Rayne who stood like a statue.
Rayne: My God!...
There were a lot of things that have almost made Rayne's stomach turn, this became one of them. Bodies of dead vampires hung from the ceilings, at least three dozen. Headless, and hollowed out, they looked like carcasses hanging in a slaughterhouse. The heads had been stacked neatly on top of each other. Each face expressed fear or shock, the very last head stacked at the top had the worse expression out of all the others.
Dante: My God is hardly the term…
Those of Brimstone not sick from the site or smell were cutting down and bagging the damned souls; standing next to the pile of heads talking with several aids, was a old man dressed in a brown coat. Turning to the new visitors, he motions them over.
Officer: (In German): Welcome Rayne, we had expected you earlier. Was there trouble?
Rayne: (German): Don't get me started...(looking around) what happened here?
Officer: (German): Chaos, that's the best I can come up with…my unit is spread completely thin checking out various other slaughters at other vampire safedens scattered across this city. That reminds me, (signaling, an aid approaches carrying two phones. Handing them to the officer, he walks away. He hands both to Rayne)
Officer: (German) You and your partner each have calls waiting for you.
Rayne: (looking at the phones.) From who?
Officer:(German) One is from the 5th branch, the other …is some person named Enzo.
Rayne: Ohh…(Shouting to Dante) Hey it's you pal of yours! (Throwing the phone, Dante catches it)
Dante: Yo Enzo what do you have for me?
Enzo: Dante you son of a bitch! This isn't funny at all! It's cold, damp, and smells like my aunt's ass! And to make matters worse, I can't even leave this place! That Kashus guy is really creepy, all he does is look through books, smoke cigars, or just look at me…
Dante: Yeah yeah whatever, what do you have?
Enzo: (Sighing) So far, not much, I'm kinda having a hard time getting access to certain books down here.
Dante: Figures…Well what do you have so far?
Enzo: As far as that big white dude, nothing. But I did find out some tidbits about that bald chick you mentioned. The best I can figure out is that she's called Muse in one text, the others just mention her as some sort of sorceress. She's well know in the Alchemic Arts, maybe one of the first true masters. As for her being a bloodsucker, it's really sketchy, she's pretty clever, a certain number of kingdom's destruction can be linked to her…
Dante: Anything else?
Enzo: Not much…
Dante: Keep looking, and come on Enzo, (whispering in the phone) I know your too slick to let some boy scout rejects harass you.
Enzo: Dante..your..(click)
Pocketing the phone, Dante looks at the mound of heads….
Dante: There's something not right about any of this…
Location: Pad-Lock S&M(vampire safeden), City of Hentz, East Germany
These dhamphirs were putting up more of a fight then the others Kain had encountered at the other nests.
Kain: Hiding from these lower beings like some sort of wounded animal…How far have my people fallen? (Snapping a cleaver-wielding dhamphir's neck, kicking another to the side)
Five more jumped out from nowhere, holding chains and spikes, stripped from the walls of the torture room themed club. Two got sent into walls, one was impaled with her own weapon, and another had his head crushed in by Kain's foot. The last one attacked, slashing Kain's body left and right with two razor blades. Kain toyed with her, before ripping her throat out.
Kain: Even still pathetic…these, rejects can't put up a decent fight.
He remembered holding Rayne, that dhamphir…of his pure blood. His blood, tainted with humans! He could have erased that mistake, if not for that boy; the demon-halfbreed.
Kain: Sparda…(Ripping open a screaming dhamphir's jaw apart, blood geysering in Kain's face)
Muse laid down on a love cushion, sipping away at a bloody mixture of intestines and brains. Kain sat down next to his daughter; with her tounge, she wiped away the blood on his face.
Kain: Tell me all that you know about Sparda…
Location: Streets of Hentz, East Germany
The car ride was silent for the first few minutes after leaving the site, Rayne in the backseat, in deep thought; Dante sat back driving, pretending not to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in the car. The radio turned on, playing a sad 50's rock song.
Dante: Hey! Knock it off…
Rayne: (short laugh)
Dante: What's so funny?
Rayne: You two are a cute couple…
Dante: Haaa…So tell me, what's next on the agenda?
Rayne: Find those two and kill them. Plain and simple.
Dante: So how do we do that?
Rayne: So far, most of the safe dens attacked, were mainly for dhamphirs…
She flashed backed to when Kain held her high in the air, squeezing the life out of her. His face, filled with hate towards her…just because of what she was…
Dante: Hey Red!
Rayne: Huh? What?
Dante: You ok?…
Rayne: (Grunting) I'm fine…anyway, so far the only place that hasn't been hit is The Blood Moon, the biggest, most exclusive club in town, and also biggest dhamphir safeden, its very popular, especially tonight.
Dante: Sounds like you've been.
Rayne only smiled at the pair of eyes looking at her through the rear mirror.
Rayne: Once or twice…
Dante: You think that it's "them"?
Rayne:…(looking out the window) maybe…
Dante gripped the wheel, and pushed on the accelerator. He felt it in his bones, this was going to be one hell of a night! Chrissy, speed up down the streets, barley hitting a few pedestrians.
Location: The Blood Moon club, Hentz, East Germany
The Blood Moon, was packed tonight, more than usual. Humans and vampire alike danced in a frenzy to the dance music playing in the hanging DJ booth, shaped like a moon. Tonight was Devil Night, the clubs yearly party. The DJ booth bathed the entire club in a blood red hue. Torches hung from the walls, to add onto the effect; everywhere people engaged in various acts of drugs, sex, dance, and playful torture.
Outside, though, the scene was completely different, the very large vampiric bouncer turned down scores of people lined up to the entrance to the club to get inside. With quick efficiency, he picked out those who looked the best and hottest, the rest he told to get lost, or he just threw them out. That's when Rayne and Dante drove up, everyone turned to watch as a red-headed beauty and a white-haired hunk got out, several people in the line were either yelled at or slapped by their date for looking too hard.
Bouncer:( German) Well this is one hell of a site…(eyeing Rayne) You may go in sexy…(facing Dante with a hard look) …You…you don't smell right, (looking at the large sword on his back) and no weapons allowed.
Dante: What he say?
Rayne: I'm afraid your not one of the "In Crowd", sorry
Without another word, Rayne entered the club, heading down stairs. She was only halfway before the bouncer flew past her down the stairs. He landed in a crumpled heap, groaning to himself, Dante casually walked down the stairs, smacking dust off his hands.
Dante: Let's party!