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Chapter 7 Massacre in the Mausoleum
Los Angeles, California
On the westside of the United States, known to most as the west coast, is the city of L.A. The city of Angels, in its seventy year history, it was no stranger to danger, volience, and corruption, whether from human or mother nature. It did know of the infamous riot spanning across from 1992 and of quakes that could be felt coming from its sibling city San Francisco.
However, these are just only the ones that the human race at large notice in its entirety. For if anything more..fantastical was even mentioned would be flat out denied, normalised, a main reason that the supernatural underworld can hide themselves so well.
So when Baskerville Slayer, A vampire from hell, just so happened to appear through a portal, in an alleyway in a backstreet somewhere near hemeries, it was just another day for the stupid human race.
Baskerville looked around at his surroundings, the alley he had came to was filthy, rubbish overflowed out from the dumpers to the ground, graffiti coveted the walls with amateurish, crude pictures and text as if they didn't care whether its in good taste
Oh well, at least the sun out was to greet him...
Wait...Sun? SUN?
Baskerville Lepted back in panic, He had not ventured out in the living world during the daytime ever since the transformation, not even in his earlier missions, and now he's going to die due to a drunk dogs mistake, this is it he thought as death was all but certain. As he embraces the coming sun
"Ahhh!!! I'm Burning, I'm Burning!" Baskerville cried dramatically as he could feel the warmth on his skin, the rays, kissing his flesh and all the while he bur...
"What? I'm not Burning?" The Vampire shouted Getting himself into some Shade in one corner "The fuck? I should be in An Graveyard in La where the fuck did that bitch send me to?"
However, as this all was going on, he failed to notice that he was not alone.
"Hey, you okay?"
In his haze, he caught the attention of an older looking woman in her late thirties, with his antics. She looked at the Vampire with a bewildered look taking in the appearance of this strange, pale man nearly half her age. She had long frizzy blond hair, a small button nose, and a rather modest figure, looks like a mother of some sort. a warm, loving one evidenced by the look in her dark brown eyes
"Sir, whatever the issue is here, I'm sure it doesn't require a foul mouth to solve"
Baskerville relaxing, apologises to the woman for his outburst, to which she heartly accepts. Despite his job as an assassin, the Vamp felt that there was no reason to kill her. No ill intent or hostility were present in this woman, this much so far was certain.
Though if Baskerville has to be honest, this is the first time in a long time that he's had any form of contact that wasn't demonic, angelic, vampiric, or slayer. just a regular run of the mill human unaware of the fantastical world that the lay below the surface.
"Sorry for that, My dispatcher got the address wrong for where I need to go and in the process, I forgot about my skin allergies."
His wording, however, confused the woman. allergies? is ths man well She wondered wanting to know what was wrong She inquired further,
"Skin Allergies?"she asked, curious of the man's illness "you have a condition?"
"Yeah, I don't do so well in the sun or I thought,"
"oh, you amenmic? do you need any medication or anything? I can take you to the nearest drugstore if you like."
The woman before the vampire was growing odder and odder by the second. She's literally offering him some aid just to help him, him to what all she knows is a stranger just because of his 'amenia'. Though if he were honest, he felt glad that since they are speaking English, it means he should be in the right place.
or at least in 'a' state of America that much is certain. Seeing no risk in asking, he humours the woman's imagination.
No, I think it's not a problem right now, and You don't have to take me anywhere.
You sure?
Very, but thank you for your concern. Hey, ma'am, are we in Hemeries? Well, you are, she confirmed. "Why?
"The local Graveyard" I have to fumigate the area before the days end.
"Fumigate?"
"Yes, I am an exterminator, I remove pests from places."
"oh, I was on my way to Hemeries myself. Do you need a ride?"
"Sure, why not?"
Hours Later Hemeries Cemetery
"Still can't believe I'm even doing this, even as my life takes a huge dive socially, a total drag!"
A teenage girl waits at hemeries cemetery at night alone, still in high school with long golden hair, One of the most popular girls at her school she could be considered swallow for course If attitude is concerned. Her name is Elizabeth Anne Summers. though everyone calls her Buffy for short and right now, clearly not liking what she is currently doing.
Recently, She had been greeted by an old man outside her high school. At first, She thought that it was a cop that was there to inquire about some lipstick that she may or may not have paid for. But... As soon as this man, whose name is later revealed as Merrick, told her to come with him to stop the vampires. Any form of normally rational thinking flew out the window
that part alone was ridiculous, something very hard to believe, demons and vampires, and all manner of monsters aren't only real but also living among the human race. Like LA and her had enough problems. However, this was just only but half of the insanity revealed to her. In addition to the supernatural was also Merricks' revelation of Her being a mystical being fated to fight the vampires and the forces of darkness
A Slayer
A Female Only chosen one, they take orders from a Group known as the watchers Council of England, or the watchers is what most reffer them as. This is what Merrick is and what...her handler assigned to direct her towards the bad Guys and Slay them almost akin to an Assassin.
This was crazy, She is a teenage all amercian girl from the valley for christ sake! her main issues should be school, boys and parties, not old men, and their fanatical genocide on evil. icky!
At least Merrick was understanding in her reluctantance, opting to give her an in-depth rundown with her duty along with training, tools, and ways she could keep a secret identity in the twentieth century.
She was extra thankful for that, Mom would kill her if she found out.
in other recent events, she had met a rather cute rebellious romantic named Pike, a local mechanic whose best friend had gone missing after a late night drunken bender. His friend Benny that apparently Disappeared reappeared to stalk Pike at their garage. But what was strange was the man had turn a shade paler with a sharper set of teeth.
Pike himself was last seen at this dead peoples home looking for his former friend to either save or slay him.
in the meantime, it looks like she will have to wait near this gravestone. For this site, it is suspected that where another stray vampire is to rise tonight as her new role is a slayer
bang!
A loud, deafening noise then emeared in the distance. What? gunshots? at this time? vamps don't use guns! they use either fang or fist. Could there be anyone else of the human variety here? besides herself?
with haste, she ran into the direction of sounds, abandoning her post. By the time she got to the location where the sound came from, the gunshots ceased, but luckily, she had found where the sound was at their strongest.The place was a mess, several dead bodies littered the area all vampiric, Buffy had learnt that when a vampire normally dies, they rapidly disintegrate, leaving only dust behind.
However, this does not go the same way as for everyone, these kind were part of group ran by a guy named lore thoust? she really had trouble pronouncing the name their bodies do not disappear after slayage, so there was always extra clean up duty.
Why did she feel like a glorified maid at times?
"Buffy? Come in Buffy Has Miss Swanson risen yet?" Buffy froze immediately as she answered her walkie-talkie.
"Everything was under control!" She called out, but due to her rapid breath, Merrick saw through the deception easily.
"I find it hard to believe." Her handler spoke. "Are you at least at the site of her grave?"
"I a...no I'm not... I was, but I just heard something, so im going to check it out."
"Duty calls! sorry, I got to go bye!"
Turning off the walkie-talkie, Buffy prepared herself for a fight with whatever was about to come out. Stationing herself outside the door with stake in hand, She knew that this time she had to be extra careful.
She may be a magically embued chosen one, but it did not mean she was immune to bullets, nor did she intend to find out.
just as she was about to enter inside, the door flew open nearly tearing off the hinges ,knocking her aside. Even with her new Slayer strength, she failed to even block the force of the swinging door as it almost knocked her head off.
"I a...no I'm not... I was, but I just heard something, so im going to check it out."
Getting back up to her feet and taking cover behind a gravestone so not to be seen, She caught a glimpse of possibly the biggest vampire she had ever seen, It was dressed in a odd but stylish suit which she swear was too unique even for gucci and wierdier still was wearing a tie looked too much like a cross, an inverted cross,
Was that a cross? inverted? she thought
She took further note of his other features blue hair. Is that natural? a owl like face, baring a striking resemblance to the phantom of the opera? Okay, whoever this guy is currently talking to someone on a strange looking cell phone, one that she has never had anything that fancy before and probably never will again. To her benefit despite her colliding with the door, it seems that the man hadn't noticed her yet. This brought another question to mind
What is he up to? she thought. is he working for Lorthos? He had just come out of this supposed vampire lair. If so, how strong is he?
"Okay, loona, it's done open the portal!"
Portal? immediately, Buffy, in a mad rush, sprinted towards the guy, her stake brandished seeking to get him square in the heart.As soon as the Slayer heard the word portal, it immediately brought her right into combat mode. she didn't want to even take the risk of him summoning some unknown horrors beyond her teenage comprehension this early in her life
However the sound of her foot steps combined with her rapid breathing caught the vamps attention. immediately panic he tried to get his friend on the other end to not open the portal
"Crap, Loona don't open the portal don't open the..."
But it was too late. Buffy came coliding with Baskerville at full force, bringing her stake strike down hard, right into his chest
In pure disbelieve and seemly great pain, it forced Baskerville into letting out a loud shriek to piece the night
"Ow! Keep it down. I only stabbed you through the heart, nothing..."
the slayer then was sent away with a strong kick that rivalled a donkeys, causing her to slam through some of the tombstones, leaving a mark.
if things were any indication, she would look like she need one by the end of the night.
Before,
The ride was quite enjoyable! Baskerville thought as he was getting closer and closer to his targets location. Joyce, the name of the woman who graced his presence giving him a lift, was more of a help than he thought.
and a rather interesting one too considering they only just met,
Currently, she manages a local museum as a curator that their exhibits range from art to history as well as artifacts.
In her personal life, Joyce was a dedicated mother currently raising two wonderful daughters with her eldest one been developing some issues recently, much to her charin. It's not so much behaviour problems she dealing with though there is that, it's just that she doesn't explain the prefix of what those issues are thats the problem.
and the possible marriage problems with her husband Hank apparently having an affair with his secretary behind her back. A parallel that Baskerville draws very close comparison to with Stolas and Stella, if the roles were somehow reversed.
"oh, I'm sorry. I'm probably boring you with my life"
oh no, Ma'am I understand where you are coming from, I know a certain couple who's going through the same as you"
'Although he only cheated on her after years of her abuse and cruelty' he thought
After several minutes of additional conversation, Baskerville and Joyce were now on the outskirts of Hemeries cemetery on a direct road. It was full night now. No one was there save for those two, perfect for what he is about to do, with a final goodbye to the mother of two Baskerville left began the trek to the location of the vampire that turned his client causing him to become two people.
Eariler IMP Office
Fuck you mean from yourself dumbass? Loona snarled, "If you haven't noticed, you're in hell! there is literally no waynout! I doubt your friend is in any danger what so ever!"
The client in question sweated under pressure under the gaze of both the shewolf and her friend who had just come back from wherever. In hindsight, he knew that this was going to be a long shot when he had decided to visit this place. This 'I.M.P' advertised a service that allows the deceased to get revenge on those still in the living world.
What Benny didn't know is if they dealt with the supernatural that resides among the living as well.Its a good question seeing that the target was Nosferatu, undead
"I know how this sounds, but listen, it will make sense"
it didn't take long for the client to explain his predictament to the company, it was quite a tale indeed his mortal body now vamped up was causing trouble thanks to the right hand of a local Vampire Lord making moves in California, creating and stashing a small army for his master in the cemetery over in hemerys if he remembered correctly.
after hearing his tale, Loona didn't know what to say, it was so annoying! she really wanted to blow off this request since Blitz had made it clear that company policy doesnt really cover these sorts of hits but at the same time on how desperate the client is, Just how much money is this guy willing to spend on having a few ignorant bloodsuckers slain?
retrieval
what?
I said, "Would you like us to do retrieval? for your friends body, just in case thatyou know he's turns? Normally we don't do them since we are assassination company not a rescue Company and much better at killing people rather than saving them. But However we can retrieve a infected or possessed body, for a small fee of course."
Loona looked at Baskerville eyes wide in disbelief, What was he doing? is he pulling it out of his ass? What's loona going to tell Blitz about its new employee promising a service that the company doesnt even do,??
Why would you do that? the metallic demon asked not understanding what the hellbound vampire was getting at
"Because if we were to get back your mortal body you can actually merge yourself with it again if you were to find a nercomancer or someone with a talent for it. lucky since this is hell it won't be hard to find one.
"er Baskerville a word?" loona muttered, hoping to get him away from the client it was such a mess the further that this man talked the deeper the hole he dug for the conpany,
:Are you fucking insane?" She snarled you don't know that!
Actually, Stolas did mention that certain rituals that the Kalverdash clan from Romania use to punish Vampires exist, which also includes ensoulment spells." Baskerville reassured Loona of what he was doing.From what he tells me that the last time it was performed, it was anput a century ago, against a vile Irish Vampire by the name of Angelus after their most popular girl was killed.
"Damn!"
Not even a full adult! He growled, thinking of the 'former' evil vampire. "The bastard always did like them young! The prick! Anyway, even if the kalverdash didn't get him back, then Dracula would have!"
"Wait? Dracula? Count Dracula? Is he real?"
"Personally that's how I would of handled it"
but before he got further off track, his focus returned to the contract, and the client who requested it.
"Right, Retrieval"
The two then confided in one another about the matter. Clearly despite not giving a crap for the receptionist position, Loona preferred not to do anything to get 'fatty' involved. He was annoying enough as it is even without his critique, and with Baskerville's quirks, it was enough to make the most moral part of the company explode like a volcano.
"You're sure? not that I care or anything"
"im sure loona, if it makes you feel better, you can say it's my fault since it was my idea in the first place."
"What, why? I rarely know you!"
"and I rarely know you, but I know just enough that you are very important to the Boss, To Blitz, So important in fact that he acts more like your Dad than an employer!"
Only on paper! he only adopted me were not related!
"On more than just paper, Loona, you have your own room, a life, even a job because of him, and he never asks anything of you, not even once!
okay, that was it. loona growled she didn't want to go any further with this Fine, you want to go against policy and get in trouble be my fucking guest! it's not like I wanted you here anyway! looking at me with those deep, amber eyes, staring into me, putting me under your spell...making Me so desired I could just..."
"Er, shewolf? Are you okay?" Benny piped up,
"Ahhh!"
Loona had finally reached her limit
"Oh piss off, metal dick! Im fine! Anything you need. " loona points to Baskerville. "You can go through him! I can't take this emotional shit anymore. I have clearly reached my limit now. If you excuse me, I need a damn drink.""Alright sure She Wolf" The Imp receptionist trotted over to the doorway to the break room in a huff,
"And if you ever call me Shewolf again, I am going to personally castrate you and serve you your own sack! Are we clear?,"
Finally finished, she slammed the door, leaving both Benny and Baskerville alone in the room together, after a few moments of silence bussiness resumed at the office.
"Right, where were we?"
Now
As Baskerville made his way through the collection of graves, the Californian sun had finally disappeared, though it did not hurt him as he first suspected, it did however not feel natural for him to be in it
in fact, with it being sundown, he felt much stronger here under the cover of night. More energy reserve more freedom if only the Slayer of Slayers could see him now.
up ahead, fifty feet away, two vampires carrying several unconscious people from a van. Baskerville, with his own vampiric sight, spotted them quite easily as they headed into a nearby mausoleum, There was no question that this place was the entrance to the hideout.
what made it more obvious was that one of them looked very familiar.
"Hey, Benny"
"Yeah?"
this 'Benny' looked near, similar to his sinner appearance, the same leather jacket, the same blue jeans, the same personality,
he had pale skin instead of the metallic set, same clothes too right now. The Vampiric benny was helping out a stereotypical looking nerd with the task at hand carrying the victims inside.
"Amilyn wants to make sure that this new batch has plenty to drink before Lord lorthos goes ahead with his takeover."
"Any reason why are they a bunch of randos of the street?" Benny asked. "Couldn't they just use the students at the high school since hes already using some of them for his army?"
"Can't, The slayer will be more suspicious. Otherwise, We have already run into her once and twice, and I don't want my life to be prematurely ended again!"
The Slayer? Already? Okay, new problem. There's no doubt in Baskerville mind that a new one would be called since the one in Japan had lost her head. literally.
But a new one, here? active in L.A? This fact has just made the hit that much more complicated.
clearly, this was timed now. Any moment spent here will only attract the slayers' attention, putting the physical bodies of both client and friend in danger, who the Slayer will not hesitate to stake if she finds them.Keeping that in mind Flash stepping to the two vampires, he surprised them both reappearing in-between separating one from the other
"Good evening." He greeted them,
Being both vamps and followers, of this Lorthos character, they were very quick to bring their guard up.
"What?"
"A human? how did he get here?"
As the two tried to jump him, Baskerville struck their throats with a strong, precise strike with both palms, causing the nerd and Benny to feel extreme amount of pain as they were knocked back abit
up until now, Baskerville had never fought another vampire besides Spike, and that was during training.
Oh, the Vampire assassin did know the best way to slay another vampire. He just had no idea how much strength that the regular run of the mill vamp had
What he does knows is that if put in hells hierarchy, these vampires that he was fighting right now would be somewhere round about where the hellhounds and imps are but only just, due to their weaknesses hindering them.
If he were to rank Spike, however, he would put in just with the succubi/incuccbi due to his Hundred and twenty years plus experience and accomplishments.
maybe, make low-level Sinner if his vampire weaknesses were ever removed.
"ahhh!!! that hurt!"
Recovering from Basker's sneak attack, both vampires reverted into their true selves looking to tear the interloper to pieces.
"Do you have any idea who you're messing with here?"
Baskerville just smiled a toothy grin at the two oblivious vamps who are about to get a very harsh beating.
"I don't know, do you?"
Baskerville has seen this coming, and blocked the incoming barrage, blocking with both arms before they had the chance to press the attack, hitting them back with his own barrage of counterstrikes faster than the two other vampires could produce.
In all fairness he could kill them easily if he pleased but...He did promise the return of benny now immortal vessel back to him in hell, that and it could be an idea to collect information from these two since they seem to know more then they were letting on
Suddenly, a third vampire appeared bailing out of the van, a bit stronger looking than the others and with its clothing, it suggested that it went to Hemeries high as part of its American football team, if the varisty jacket was any indication
"What in the hell?" Needless to say, it did not like what it saw. Using a small amount of an unknown power, it pushed itself slightly into the air, so it could levitate towards the intruder. Similar to how an ice skater moves upon a slippery surface quickly advancing on the distracted Baskerville "Take this!"The vampire jock lept through the air and spun round a with a kick. He finally claimed a shot on the hellbound vamp
"ow!"
pain shortly followed on the side of Baskervilles head as the force knocked back a little, creating a crater where he dragged his feet. He looked at the newcomer to evaluate.
Okay, this vamp who had just joined diffently has I.M.P levels of power, the power in his kick did not lie. But despite of this new development. he still a bit young judging from the eyes, so possibly maybe he can be prone to making mistakes if this battle happens gets drawn out a bit.
a moment later the jock vampire was upon him again, he lunged at Baskerville to close the distance between them letting out a roar that sounded like a lions for some reason.
seeking to kill the intruder swiped his hands left to right as if they were claws
not wanting another cheap shot from the Jock he flashed stepped to avoid his attack in its entirety and using this sudden burst of speed He deftly drew his IMP issued weapon that looked like a custom made six shooter aimed it and then
Boom!
The jocks jaw was blown to Bits, Benny and the nameless Nerd who were unfortunately around to witness the whole gory display, Froze as the now Jawless jock fell down to the floor in a pool of his own blood letting a noisy splat to be heard.
Holy Shit! the nerd gasped not used to this kind of volience
how the fuck did you do that?
"do what?"
that! the thing with the gun it shouldn't effect us"
"Fuck you thats how!" Baskerville snarkly remarked, letting the two scared shirtless vampires see his creepy arse grin before pointing the gun on them cackling at their misfortune.
that brought the two up to attention here it would be funny if they weren't about to die again. Because they were vampires, actual vampires in service to lord lorthos embroiled in a massive scheme to take over L.A. were about to be gunned down like dogs in a cemetery without much of a fight!
Worse still, it's by someone who was not even a slayer. Seriously, who is this guy?
"Okay, you two. I am only going to ask once where is Amilyn?"
"Amilyn?" The nerd looked confused "Why are you looking for him? wmWould you be more satisfied looking for Lorthos?"
the answer only got the nerd a stray bullet
My Leg! he screamed as he fell over to the ground.
i am not going to say it again. Where is Amilyn? Benny, now what is going on?
The sound of gunfire drew a few more vamps out from the crypt, this time, in the form of a trio of vampiric cheerleaders, likey from Hemeries as well.
"Who is he? he not the slayer!"
"he's so ruining the feast!"
"looks, hot though!"
the other two of the trio looked at the third credibly
"what? I'm just saying!"
Seriously, why is a Local Vamp lord turning teenagers and high school students? has the vampire race degenerated so much that they use children so immature that they can't move past themselves to change?
"Stay back, girls! His gun can actually kill us!"
The cheerleaders did not pay heed to the warnings of the vampire mechanic.
"Yeah, right, like that's a fact!"
in the blink of an eye, the shadow of Baskerville had flash stepped behind the cheerleaders.
There was not a sound or a whisper to be heard coming from them as one by one as they seemly the sensation of a thousands sharpen blades slicing everywhere before they came apart in gory display
from the perspective of Benny, however, it looked like baskerville had not moved a inch when the cheerleaders turned into a bloody smoothie. the only clue that Baskerville had any hand in what happened was the katana, a katana that materialised in.
"I do hate it when they butt in. Serve themselves up good, though."
okay benny took it back he preffered fighting the slayer over this guy at least his death would be quick.
"Funny, you should warn them since you are the one who hired me, Benny."
The nerd showing onto his wounds looked at benny in shock. He was unable to tell what was going on before his eyes
What? Benny, is this true? asked the nerd still on the floor, hoping not to piss off the gun toting vamp at the side
"he's lying. I would never..."
"But you did. You hired me to eliminate Amilyn and send you and Pike to hell afterwards."
In fact, how is he? turned him, have you? Baskervillie inquired
"Pike? How did you know that he's been turned?"
"Oh? hes here? Good."with a strong kick, Benny was knocked right on top of the vampire nerd, knocking him unconscious as Benny landed uptop of his head.
"Why you want to know anyway?"
"Like I said, you hired me to kill Amilyn and retrieve yourself and Pike thats what I am going to do and no pathetic excuse of a Nosferatu or Slayer will stand in my way! So"
"Are you going to help me with my problem or do I have to fail one of my objectives of my job on pricipal? Benny?"
it was then in that very moment that Benny, a fledgling to lord lorthos, had decided to heed the commands of Baskerville Slayer for the sake of his life as well as his friend Pike.
"Your Choice! Benny, what's it going to be?"
End of Chapter
Okay thanks for tuning in for this one. Sorry It took a while. I am not so good with doing fight scenes and hoped this one somewhat helped you to picture it in your mind.
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