AN : Okay, guys. I know it pretty much said it was a complete one-shot. But after Marcel's chic slaughterhouse-night club strategy thing, I felt compelled to organize this operation. My humans are kind of psycho but clearly, someone needs to be. Plus the whole ready to die for home angle is already in that story, so, why not really ? So this is what happens when the organized humans decide that Marcel is overkill and to top it once and for all, infiltrate the party to turn it around. Abattoir ? Vampire massacre.
Disclaimer : I don't own Marcel - otherwise, he would know better than to piss off a bunch of humans who totally outnumber his kind. On the other hand, Hugh Lang is my personal violence-prone leader of the Resistance. Hoping you'll enjoy that. The living are done losing !
Midnight, Cinderella
H-1, human HQ, New Orleans.
« We all know what happens at midnight, Brett. How can you suggest we back out ?
-We can't take them. They're stronger, they're natural killers. How are we winning ?
-Brett. They'll never see us coming. We're but sheep to them. Relax, we'll be fine. »
The party was full on. Drinks, laughs, dances, all the show was on. Vampires were mingling as naturally as humans. What they didn't know was that more than half the crew to slaughter of this night was more than heavily armed, more than ready, more than determined to take down a whole bunch of them in the next round. The tension thickened as midnight came nigh. And the clock rang midnight. On the dancefloor, one partner leaned in to his girl.
« Showtime, Cinderella. »
She smiled, obviously compelled, then her eyes cleared on a smirk.
« Fitting name, isn't it ? »
The vampire stopped for a second, not expecting that. It was enough opening for the girl, signalling the twist in the story.
« The Abattoir, how about you die for once ? »
A whistle sounded amidst the still loud music. Stakes appeared out of nowhere. Nightwalkers died by heaps. Humans were cheering, killing, drinking beers and laughing. Until one kill missed. The vampire turned the stake around, making the young hunter choke on his own blood. The tide turned at the speed of light. Minutes later, the human squad was down and dead. But so were quite a third of the vampires who had been there, maybe more. Which was why, by the stroke of one in the morning, Marcel was having a rather unpleasant conversation with the leader of the human pack who called themselves the Resistance.
« Quite a night ! » Marcel welcomed him in his melodic voice.
Hugh Lang nodded.
« Yeah, very good night. » he concurred, sitting down.
Marcel could not hide his surprise.
« You lost your whole team. »
Hugh Lang smirked, crossing his hands casually.
« They volunteered for the kill, Marcel. We have plenty more where that came from. You sure your fellow vampires are still the biggest threat ? We're the land of plenty. And you, sir, give nothing. That is changing, man. Or so have me, many more operations Midnight will get to your door. Inside your walls. And we'll take down everything.
-Humans have lost their minds.
-No, we've lost patience, he deadpanned. Every night is overkill now. How about it stops ? »
Marcel sat back casually in his chair-throne.
« How about you humans get back to looking the other way ?
-How about no ? This is but the first act of war against your kind. And let me tell you, you may have centuries on us, but we have millenia of warring instincts working for us. We invented the thing. You think you're pretty creative ? Humans will always top you there. Torture, cruelty, psychopathy, I'm missing one... Yeah, all those are definitely human traits. So... »
Hugh Lang stood up.
« Nice meeting up again, Marcel. Think about the offer and we'll be even.
-What offer ?
-Respect for the human world. Duh, like my daughter would say. »
Marcel stood up too.
« Hugh, Hugh. It can't be done.
-Oh. Fair enough. This means war.
-War ? You don't stand a chance.
-Don't we ? »
Marcel flashed to him, but was forced back by a wave of pain as Hugh's dagger pierced his chest straight in the middle.
« Oh. When physics are on your side... » Hugh gloated with no subtlety. « Think about it, will you ? »
He calmly got out of Marcel's meeting room, closing the door quietly. Thierry rushed to Marcel.
« Marcel...
-We have a problem.
-Him ?
-No. Them. All of them. »
Ah, they were done looking the other way. He was showing them who to respect, then. And no eyes at all could help state his case. It surely would.
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