Some were in Nevada
Last stop Motel
April 9th
6:22 pm
Connor eyes open at a very familiar smell, blood, a lot of it he could also make out the subtle sent of fear. He moved to the window and looked out, the sun was starting to set and he could see six heavily armed men standing near the office door .Growling, he moved away from the window, and pulled out a pair of pants and his shoes. Taking the pistol out of his bag he checked, and loaded it. Stepping back he leveled his weapon to about where the average male head would be.
Now guns won't kill a vampire, but if they received enough damage it would slow them down. At close range a caliber this big could decapitate a vamp, which would lead to death.
Plus, even if it didn't kill them a .50 caliber weapon could give anyone a very bad day.
The door knob turned all the way and the door was pushed open. The vampire opened the door and found the large caliber weapon pointed at his head. He hesitated not knowing what to do Connor smiled saying "Hello" before firing his monstrous pistol "Goodbye" he added as the nearly decapitated corpse hit the ground with a wet thump.
Stepping outside slowly he heard the dead vamps comrades rushing towards the loud sound. DeGaulle's men raised automatic weapon and stated firing.
He took several rounds in the chest and abdomen while moved to the closest wall. Connor pushed open the nearest room door and entered. "What the fuck is going on? Who the fucks are you" yelled the rooms occupant, a man with a sawed off shot gun and track marks on his arms "Great a junkie with a gun just what I need right now" Connor thought. Quickly sidestepping out of the man's line of fire and punched him in the nose causing blood to shoot .The man fell to the ground unconscious, grabbing the junkies sawed off shot gun Connor went towards the edge door.
A hail of rounds hit the side of the room when the men saw him move. "I really miss when you could only fire three round a minute" Connor thought as he stepped out of the room, and into incoming fire. Several rounds hit his body, he retaliated with his pistol and newly acquired shotgun, and the vampire's quickly went down one by one. When they didn't get back up Connor frowned.
Then the smell hit him, blood, but it wasn't vampiric, it was human blood. These weren't vamps; DeGaulle had sent humans after him.
He walked to one of the dying men who had received a shotgun blast to the lower body; his face was full of fear, and pain.
The man tried to back away from Connor but couldn't "Wha-W-What are you? We pumped full clips into you. How can you still are alive?"
They didn't know what they were up against. Things then started to make sense. Anyone who knew how to hunt a vamp would use large caliber weapons. This group was using small caliber automatics, good for killing humans but woefully underpowered for hunting vampires. There was the time they attacked the time humans were having dinner, when they were distracted, and relaxed, but when a vampire should be just getting up and active. The last thing was spilling the blood, anyone who knew anything about vampires would know that no matter how deep the sleep blood could always awaken a vampire.
"Who sent you? How did you find me?" asked Connor. The man refused to answer and continued to try move away "If you tell me ill take the pain away" this got the mans attention "H-How?" he asked shaking from the loss of blood, and fear "First answer my questions"
The man took a deep breath and said "These guys in suits came around the hood and told all the local crews that it we brought you in dead or alive he would pay each one of us fifty grand."
"Ok, now how did you know were to find me?"
"We didn't we just took every possible road out of the city and went from there. We just got lucky when we found this motel and the guy said he'd seen a guy who fit you. Now help, man. Please"
Connor nodded. This was bad, unimaginably bad, the one rule that all vampire followed was to keep humans from knowing the truth. DeGaulle had broken that rule which meant he was desperate or had something up his sleeve. Regardless this was a bad situation, if humans started to figure out that vampire were real they would hunt them all down to extinction. It had happened once before, during the inquisition and they almost didn't survive. Now that humans had automatic weapons and there science they might finish the job.
Connor looked down at the man and said "Thank you, I'll take the pain away now" with that Connor bit into the man's neck. He drank deep until he felt no pulse. The blood left a bitter after taste of long drug use and too much alcohol. No matter how low the quality the blood was Connor felt his wounds start to close up.
Standing up he slowly walk toward the door leading to the office and saw the source of the blood that had awoken him. The owner's throat had been cut from ear to ear.
Walking around he looked for anything that might be of use, he found a small safe. He squatted down ripped the door off the hinges. Inside he found about five thousand dollars in cash along with a small thirty-eight, probably for protection, not that it had done any good against the gang bangers.
Taking the money he ran back into his room, got his things, and went to his car. Before he got the key into the lock he hears another car approaching fast. By the sound of the engine it was a large SUV, a car like the ones drug dealers and small time crooks seemed to so like. Sighing, Connor takes his pistol out of his belt and pushes the clip release. Looking at the counter he sees he only had two rounds left. He replaced the nearly empty clip with a fresh one and tucks the pistol back into his belt.
"This is going to be a really bad night" Said Connor to himself
The black stopped in front of him and four large Hispanic men stepped out. All carrying 9 mm pistols, enough to really sting a vampire, but nothing else. The lead guy came up to Connor holding his gun sideways, in classic john woo style.
It looks good but when it comes to aiming holding it like that was useless. These guys were amateurs playing at the big time.
"Hey man, how 'bout you get in the car and we go for a little ride? You got some friends who are looking for you" said the man in a sneering voice meant to induce fear, and coupled with the gun it would have worked on most humans. With Connor on the other hand it just induced annoyance "How about you and your boys get back in you nice truck and I promise won't kill you all?"
The man stated to laugh and turned to his friends who joined in, Connor laughed with them "Are you fucking with me, you're a funny guy" said the man putting the gun to Connors head he said as he stopped laughing "Real fucking funny."
Connor again sighed "I tried to warn you, but pussies with guns never listen" before the man could open his mouth to respond Connor reached out and grabbed the gun that was aimed at his head. He pulled the gun out of the man's hand, and squeezed the same hand until a sickening crunch fills the still night air. The man fell to his knees in pain, his comrades started to fire there weapons at Connor expecting him to go down under the hail of lead being sent his way.
To there surprise however Connor rushed at them with an inhuman speed and tore out the throat of the first man's throat with his clawed hand letting spill his life into the Nevada desert. After seeing that not only were there bullets were not effective, but that he had just killed one of there friends the other two men rushed towards him with knives they pulled out of there pockets.
Connor could smell the adrenaline coming from his two attackers, and smiled good if there angry they'll fight stupid. Grabbing the arm of the one that reached him first Connor brought his knee up to the man's elbow resulting in a sharp snapping sound. Using the now broken arm as a lever he quickly moved behind the man and snapped his neck in one swift motion.
Connor was so distracted with the first man he didn't realize that he had left his back exposed to the second man. It was rookie mistake, something that a nearly four hundred year old soldier shouldn't have let happen. The man tried to take advantage of this monstrous mistake, but he only managed to graze Connor near his hip. Turning around Connor used his elbow to smash the thug under chin with enough force to crack all the man's teeth.
The man fell to the ground holding his bleeding mouth, taking the knife out of the man's hand Connor walked behind the man and rammed the blade into the space between the mans first vertebra and his brain stem killing him instantly.
The fight was over in little under twenty seconds. For anyone watching I would have seemed almost like a dance. A ballet of blood and violence, every movement precise and smooth, no energy wasted no act without purpose
Connor walked to the man still nursing his crushed hand. The man looked up in horror after witnessing the death of his friends. "What the fuck are you?" asked the man.
Connor smile "I'm what people pray to god for protection from"
With that he bit into the man's neck not trying at all to spare him any pain. The bullet wounds and scratch on his back disappeared almost instantly after he finished. He drained the gagster dry and let the body drop to the dirt.
He moved back to his car and got in. He drove as fast as he could, to get away from the now blood drenched motel before the police showed up. As he gunned the engine down the desert road he started to try and peace together what the hell DeGaulle was thinking sending human after him.
"The Fucking Game" Connor said to himself
It had hit him all of a sudden the Game, DeGaulle was playing the god-dammed Game. By sending the humans after him he would know which Connor was headed with out thinning his power in L.A. There for he still had enough power in the city to keep any resistance, to his new reign, down to a minimum. While at the same time keeping Connor on edge never knowing were the next attack would come from.
By putting Connor in the position to have to kill humans, DeGaulle could send out a message to all city kings that he has gone rogue and set up a blood hunt. With a blood hunt there would be no one would allow him in their city. Leaving him with nowhere to run or hide, he would be dead in a matter of days. There was also the extremely slim chance that these idiots had actually captured him. That would have been just perfect for the new King of L.A.
Connor floored the pedal when he could faintly here the sounds of police sirens going towards the blood bath at the motel.
Immortals and there never ending Game. When you had an eternity to exist your plans reflect that in there complexity and ruthlessness. Connor had to get to friendly territory fast or soon he wouldn't have to worry about the game or anything else for that matter.