Isaac Morgan ran through the alley way, the Tremere vampire chanting as he went. Words of power flew out of his mouth as he concentrated the best he could, calling from his memory the sword he loved so much. The Tremere blade, his trophy during the second Masassa war instantly came to hand, spent blood tolling on his already weakened form.
It was a warm March night in New York City, and Isaac did not want to be out more than he had to be. Right now, however he was one the run from a member of the invading Sabbat pack who had been tracking him for nights. It had been slow at first, with the same figure appearing every night around the same time, wearing a leather trench coat and a wide brimmed hat.
However, as of a few nights ago it had gotten worse, much worse. The figure was studying him, and following him back to his haven, parking just outside. The Tremere was careful, and he warded his doors at night to keep the intruder out of his home. He had wondered how long the man had been keeping with his routine, if it weren't for his minimal powers of Auspex his invasion would have gone unchecked.
Isaac was now at the end of the line, reaching the end of the alley and turning to face the man who was dressed in his trench coat and wide brimmed hat. The figure was lean and tall, about 5'10 and seeming to weigh around 170 lbs. He carried a smoking Glock 17 in his right hand, having just fired it at the Tremere. A cigarette hung out of the corner of his mouth, but he didn't take any puffs. Breathing wasn't necessary for vampires.
Letting a hiss out of his mouth, Isaac prepared his blade for confrontation, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. The Sabbat vampire merely shook his head, raising his gun forward and aiming directly at Isaac's head. "Damn tower has to fall down sometime kid. Your magic won't and can't save you now."
Before Isaac could respond, gunshots rang out in the alley. Two bullets promptly slammed into his head, and instantly falling to the floor the two that followed hit the brick behind him. Roaring in agony, Isaac would have caused quite a scene on an open street. However vampires don't die just that easily. Looking up with hatred in his eyes, Isaac saw his attacker through blurred vision.
A scarred, ugly face awaited him, with a large scare running like a cross over his face. One cut down, one cut across. Before he could open his mouth to laugh however, tentacle slammed from the ugly man's free hand, going right through Isaac's throat. A small piece of bone waved on the other side of Isaac, and the tentacle slithered out of his neck.
Bone crafted knuckles slammed into the face of Isaac, rendering the Tremere dead to the world and in a bloody pulp. Removing his head with a prompt swipe of the tentacle, he stood there for a few minutes as the body turned to dust. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, Damien Zeliot turned and stalked out of the alley, the Tremere blade glinting in the moonlight, showing the reflection of Isaac's blood.
It was a warm March night in New York City, and Isaac did not want to be out more than he had to be. Right now, however he was one the run from a member of the invading Sabbat pack who had been tracking him for nights. It had been slow at first, with the same figure appearing every night around the same time, wearing a leather trench coat and a wide brimmed hat.
However, as of a few nights ago it had gotten worse, much worse. The figure was studying him, and following him back to his haven, parking just outside. The Tremere was careful, and he warded his doors at night to keep the intruder out of his home. He had wondered how long the man had been keeping with his routine, if it weren't for his minimal powers of Auspex his invasion would have gone unchecked.
Isaac was now at the end of the line, reaching the end of the alley and turning to face the man who was dressed in his trench coat and wide brimmed hat. The figure was lean and tall, about 5'10 and seeming to weigh around 170 lbs. He carried a smoking Glock 17 in his right hand, having just fired it at the Tremere. A cigarette hung out of the corner of his mouth, but he didn't take any puffs. Breathing wasn't necessary for vampires.
Letting a hiss out of his mouth, Isaac prepared his blade for confrontation, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. The Sabbat vampire merely shook his head, raising his gun forward and aiming directly at Isaac's head. "Damn tower has to fall down sometime kid. Your magic won't and can't save you now."
Before Isaac could respond, gunshots rang out in the alley. Two bullets promptly slammed into his head, and instantly falling to the floor the two that followed hit the brick behind him. Roaring in agony, Isaac would have caused quite a scene on an open street. However vampires don't die just that easily. Looking up with hatred in his eyes, Isaac saw his attacker through blurred vision.
A scarred, ugly face awaited him, with a large scare running like a cross over his face. One cut down, one cut across. Before he could open his mouth to laugh however, tentacle slammed from the ugly man's free hand, going right through Isaac's throat. A small piece of bone waved on the other side of Isaac, and the tentacle slithered out of his neck.
Bone crafted knuckles slammed into the face of Isaac, rendering the Tremere dead to the world and in a bloody pulp. Removing his head with a prompt swipe of the tentacle, he stood there for a few minutes as the body turned to dust. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, Damien Zeliot turned and stalked out of the alley, the Tremere blade glinting in the moonlight, showing the reflection of Isaac's blood.