Post by Friedrich Wolfram on Mar 4, 2012 22:03:41 GMT -5
FRIEDRICH KLAUS WOLFRAM.
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"auf dem Lande auf dem Meer lauert das Verderben die Kreatur muss sterben"[/color][/font]
THE APPLICATION.[/color][/font]
FULL NAME. Friedrich Klaus Wolfram
NICKNAMES. Fritz
AGE. 44
DATE OF BIRTH. December 14th
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP. Human
OCCUPATION. Repo man in order to support the equipment he has to buy for hunting
[/color][/font][/left]NICKNAMES. Fritz
AGE. 44
DATE OF BIRTH. December 14th
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP. Human
OCCUPATION. Repo man in order to support the equipment he has to buy for hunting
THE APPEARANCE.[/color][/font]
HEIGHT. 6'4''
BODY TYPE. Muscular
HAIR COLOR. Black with some gray at his temples
EYE COLOR. Green, but can appear blue at times
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES.
He has a few facial scars which can be attributed to his awkward stage in his youth. Perhaps his most striking features are his eyes and lips. Behind those lips, though, he has a small gap between his front teeth that he's a little self-conscious about, and it's the reason why he doesn't like smiling. He has a number of fang marks on both sides of his neck, and on his wrists from the time when he was an unwilling Blood Doll. There are other various scars that he's gotten from hunting over the years.
FACE CLAIM. Till Lindemann
[/color][/font][/left]BODY TYPE. Muscular
HAIR COLOR. Black with some gray at his temples
EYE COLOR. Green, but can appear blue at times
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES.
He has a few facial scars which can be attributed to his awkward stage in his youth. Perhaps his most striking features are his eyes and lips. Behind those lips, though, he has a small gap between his front teeth that he's a little self-conscious about, and it's the reason why he doesn't like smiling. He has a number of fang marks on both sides of his neck, and on his wrists from the time when he was an unwilling Blood Doll. There are other various scars that he's gotten from hunting over the years.
FACE CLAIM. Till Lindemann
THE PERSONALITY.[/color][/font]
LIKES.
*Staying busy
*Rodents
*Comfortable clothing
*Water. He doesn't like to drink anything else.
*History
*Jogging
DISLIKES.
*Failure
*Tapping sounds, or annoying sounds in general
*Mornings
*Alcohol
*Having his accent mocked
*Betrayal
*When he knows something is wrong but he's too powerless to help
*Nail biting
*Uncomfortable silences
STRENGTHS.
*Always on time. He doesn't let himself be late, and he usually arrives fifteen minutes before he's supposed to
*He won't let himself start something if he knows he can't finish it
*Adaptive
*Hard worker
WEAKNESSES.
*Lying
*Self-conscious
*Worries himself too much
*Tunes people out when he's supposed to be paying attention
FEARS.
*Rejection
*Being turned into one of the things he hunts
FULL PERSONALITY.
Low self-esteem has always been something that Friedrich just can't seem to get over, and because of it, he doesn't handle rejection well at all. Every time he gets rejected in any way, it weathers down his esteem just a little bit more. He wants people to like him, he desires respect, and he'll try to get that respect through lies, even though he's terrible at lying. When he lies, he avoids eye contact, fidgets, scratches behind his ear, or he may blink a lot. He's never picked up on these things, but if he did, then he would attempt to fix them in order to make his lies more believable.
Friedrich is caring and protective, but despite those qualities, he's always been good at something if it requires some force. He likes his repo job because it requires it, it's dangerous, and it provides an adrenaline rush. Just like hunting supernaturals. For the most part, he hunts vampires, but he will occasionally go after werewolves. Vampires are difficult to hunt because of their speed and their strength, but catching them off guard usually works. He can easily pick out vampires from a crowd because they seem to move a certain way, and it does help that he recognizes a few of them from the news when they revealed their existence to the world.
He feels no remorse for killing supernaturals because he's gotten used to it; although, in the beginning, that was an entirely different story. Fritz thought of them as people, and he felt guilty after he killed them, but once he started to remind himself of what one had done to him, the guilt lessened with each kill. Now he thinks he's doing humankind a service by getting rid of the things. He doesn't want someone else to go through what he had to bear for two long years. And he thinks that 'completely tame' vampires don't exist - AKA, ones that don't kill. If they do accidentally kill someone, he thinks they'll like it and they'll want to kill again.
Needless to say, he isn't for the things getting rights like humans have. Supernaturals are wolves in sheeps' clothing. They don't deserve those rights. He's conflicted when it comes to witches, though. They're definitely not like werewolves or vampires. Really, he's kind of fascinated by them. He also has mixed feelings about humans who are for the things' rights. Sometimes he thinks they're just Blood Dolls, and other times he thinks they're the kind of person who wants equal rights for everyone. The latter doesn't bother him at all. The former, however...
Once Friedrich starts something, he has to finish it in any way possible. Letting things go unfinished just doesn't work for him because it will bother him constantly. Out of a lot of friends, he would be the person to depend on. When it comes to friends, he doesn't have very many mostly because his self-esteem gets in the way, and he doesn't trust people.
Appearance wise, the number one thing he's unhappy about is fang marks. He hides them when he can by wearing a scarf and long sleeves in the winter. He looks forward to the cold weather every year because it makes it easier to hide the marks, but when the warm months come, he has to force himself to deal with letting them be seen. The reason why he hates showing them is because people who are against supernatural rights immediately assume things. Some even get angry to the point where they try to start fights. Since he doesn't want to talk about the why they're really there, he brushes these things off.
That being said, not much can anger or upset him. Rarely does he get angry, but when he does, he goes berserk. He mostly gets irritated, but he tries to hide it because he doesn't want to show weakness.
People's first impression of him is that he's intimidating and easy to anger, when he's really neither of these things. He figures that it's probably just his height and overall appearance that make people feel uneasy. He does use this to his advantage sometimes, but it's when he's on repo jobs. Otherwise, Fritz tries to come off as friendly.
[/color][/font][/left]*Staying busy
*Rodents
*Comfortable clothing
*Water. He doesn't like to drink anything else.
*History
*Jogging
DISLIKES.
*Failure
*Tapping sounds, or annoying sounds in general
*Mornings
*Alcohol
*Having his accent mocked
*Betrayal
*When he knows something is wrong but he's too powerless to help
*Nail biting
*Uncomfortable silences
STRENGTHS.
*Always on time. He doesn't let himself be late, and he usually arrives fifteen minutes before he's supposed to
*He won't let himself start something if he knows he can't finish it
*Adaptive
*Hard worker
WEAKNESSES.
*Lying
*Self-conscious
*Worries himself too much
*Tunes people out when he's supposed to be paying attention
FEARS.
*Rejection
*Being turned into one of the things he hunts
FULL PERSONALITY.
Low self-esteem has always been something that Friedrich just can't seem to get over, and because of it, he doesn't handle rejection well at all. Every time he gets rejected in any way, it weathers down his esteem just a little bit more. He wants people to like him, he desires respect, and he'll try to get that respect through lies, even though he's terrible at lying. When he lies, he avoids eye contact, fidgets, scratches behind his ear, or he may blink a lot. He's never picked up on these things, but if he did, then he would attempt to fix them in order to make his lies more believable.
Friedrich is caring and protective, but despite those qualities, he's always been good at something if it requires some force. He likes his repo job because it requires it, it's dangerous, and it provides an adrenaline rush. Just like hunting supernaturals. For the most part, he hunts vampires, but he will occasionally go after werewolves. Vampires are difficult to hunt because of their speed and their strength, but catching them off guard usually works. He can easily pick out vampires from a crowd because they seem to move a certain way, and it does help that he recognizes a few of them from the news when they revealed their existence to the world.
He feels no remorse for killing supernaturals because he's gotten used to it; although, in the beginning, that was an entirely different story. Fritz thought of them as people, and he felt guilty after he killed them, but once he started to remind himself of what one had done to him, the guilt lessened with each kill. Now he thinks he's doing humankind a service by getting rid of the things. He doesn't want someone else to go through what he had to bear for two long years. And he thinks that 'completely tame' vampires don't exist - AKA, ones that don't kill. If they do accidentally kill someone, he thinks they'll like it and they'll want to kill again.
Needless to say, he isn't for the things getting rights like humans have. Supernaturals are wolves in sheeps' clothing. They don't deserve those rights. He's conflicted when it comes to witches, though. They're definitely not like werewolves or vampires. Really, he's kind of fascinated by them. He also has mixed feelings about humans who are for the things' rights. Sometimes he thinks they're just Blood Dolls, and other times he thinks they're the kind of person who wants equal rights for everyone. The latter doesn't bother him at all. The former, however...
Once Friedrich starts something, he has to finish it in any way possible. Letting things go unfinished just doesn't work for him because it will bother him constantly. Out of a lot of friends, he would be the person to depend on. When it comes to friends, he doesn't have very many mostly because his self-esteem gets in the way, and he doesn't trust people.
Appearance wise, the number one thing he's unhappy about is fang marks. He hides them when he can by wearing a scarf and long sleeves in the winter. He looks forward to the cold weather every year because it makes it easier to hide the marks, but when the warm months come, he has to force himself to deal with letting them be seen. The reason why he hates showing them is because people who are against supernatural rights immediately assume things. Some even get angry to the point where they try to start fights. Since he doesn't want to talk about the why they're really there, he brushes these things off.
That being said, not much can anger or upset him. Rarely does he get angry, but when he does, he goes berserk. He mostly gets irritated, but he tries to hide it because he doesn't want to show weakness.
People's first impression of him is that he's intimidating and easy to anger, when he's really neither of these things. He figures that it's probably just his height and overall appearance that make people feel uneasy. He does use this to his advantage sometimes, but it's when he's on repo jobs. Otherwise, Fritz tries to come off as friendly.
THE HISTORY.[/color][/font]
PARENTS.
Jonas Wolfram, 71, welder
Lena Wolfram, 68, seamstress
SIBLINGS. names, ages, occupations
BIRTHPLACE. Stuttgart, Baden-Württemberg, Germany
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS. spouse, girlfriend, boyfriend
PETS. Aldous, a stray American Shorthair that he picked up on Broadway
FULL HISTORY.
Friedrich was born on December 14th, 1968 in the hopes that his birth would rekindle his parents' failing marriage. It worked at first, but when he was four, his parents divorced, and he had to go live with his mother. His father got to take him on the weekends for the first few months after the divorce, but the man soon developed a drinking problem, and because of it, he forgot to pick him up. It was probably for the best - Friedrich doesn't remember him too well anyway. The only good thing that came out of it is that he has never touched alcohol.
Growing up, his mom did her best to care for him on her salary. He made good grades throughout his career as a student, but once he finished school, he went to work as a mechanic instead of going on to college; however, had his mother made more money, he would have continued his schooling. He would have liked to have been a doctor, or a psychiatrist, or something where he could help people.
Fritz was in his early thirties when he discovered the existence of vampires. It was during his nightly walk on his way home from work when he heard screams coming from a nearby alley, and due to his protective nature, he felt that he had to go help. By the time he got there, the screams had stopped, and he wasn't prepared for what he saw. Funny, because he would later happen upon a scene like this many times when he began to hunt.
A tall figure was pulling away from a small figure's neck, and when it let go of the person it had pinned against the wall, the body of a female fell to the ground with a dull thud. The attacker turned and looked at Friedrich, wiping blood away from his mouth. There were a few rumours he had heard about vampires being around, but of course he didn't believe them. Vampires weren't supposed to exist, and the notion was ridiculous.
Still, he carried around a silver pocket knife just in case, which he withdrew seconds before the vampire came after him. He lashed out quickly, knicking the man's - no, thing's - arm. It immediately stopped what it was doing and gave a loud, painful yell. Friedrich had to drop the knife and cover his ears to protect them from the sound. In doing so, he closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them, the thing was gone.
For the next few days after the incident, Friedrich couldn't help but think that it could have just been a nightmare, and that it never happened at all. Until a report on the news came on saying that a body had been found. It was the same woman he saw that night, and that was when he could no longer deny what had happened. He also became concerned that the vampire would come after him. Instead of letting that happen, he was going to go after the vampire. He gathered as much information on vampires as he could before getting weapons, all melee, and then he started to search for the vampire.
It took a week to get face-to-face with him once again. Friedrich's fighting was clumsy, but he somehow ended up getting the job done, most likely because of sheer luck. After that, he trained himself to get better at melee, and he conditioned his body. He felt like it was his duty to take out more of these things, and maybe even wipe them off the face of the Earth. Some patience and a few months later, started to hunt.
In a few years, he got to be well known throughout the vampire community in Germany. They began to target him, and from what he heard from the vampires he interrogated, they were betting each other that they could take him out or capture him. A few came close, but none of them were able to do it.
And then Lotte came along.
Unlike a lot of other vampires, Lotte thought like Friedrich did; it was like she could predict his movements. Whatever he did, she was one step ahead of him. The fight lasted for a while, and being mortal, Friedrich was exhausted long before she was. He ended up fainting due to exertion, and when he woke up, he almost thought that he was at home. He soon found out that he was at Lotte's house.
Lotte kept him there as a Blood Doll for the next two years. There isn't a word for how much he hated what she was doing to him. Every day for the first few months out of the first year, he tried to kill her, and he tried to escape. But once again, she was always one step ahead. In the end, he knew he had to give up. She fed from him almost every day, and he no longer had the energy to try to escape or kill her. He didn't want to die in order to escape her - he was too proud. So he had to bear it.
Over time, Lotte began to admire him, but Friedrich didn't really think of it as admiration. He thought she was acting like that because she was trying to anger and humiliate him. One day, he found out from another Blood Doll that she planned on turning him. Fritz thought she was going to do this for her own amusement, but she was going to do it because she wanted him to be her mate.
For a while, he avoided asking her about what he had heard, and when he finally asked, she remained remarkably calm. It didn't come as a surprise to her that he had heard. Her Blood Dolls had a problem with keeping things to themselves. When she confirmed it, it outraged Friedrich, but there was little else he could do besides seethe.
On the day she was supposed to turn him, Lotte couldn't do it, and she didn't tell him why. When he fell asleep at dawn, he woke up hours later at his house. What really bothered him was that she knew where he lived. It bothered him to the point where he knew he had to get out of Germany, and he did just that. During the day, he packed whatever he could, and left for the United States.
It wasn't too surprising to him that the supernatural ended up revealing their existence. It was only a matter of time. He is surprised, however, by the number of people who have rallied behind them in support.
Friedrich tries not to think about Lotte, but sometimes it's inevitable. The thing he hopes for the most is that she'll stay away from him as long as they both shall live, even though he does feel a small pang in his chest when he thinks about her. He's not exactly sure why he feels it, either. Maybe it's the urge to kill her, and maybe it's something else.
[/color][/font][/left]Jonas Wolfram, 71, welder
Lena Wolfram, 68, seamstress
BIRTHPLACE. Stuttgart, Baden-Württemberg, Germany
PETS. Aldous, a stray American Shorthair that he picked up on Broadway
FULL HISTORY.
Friedrich was born on December 14th, 1968 in the hopes that his birth would rekindle his parents' failing marriage. It worked at first, but when he was four, his parents divorced, and he had to go live with his mother. His father got to take him on the weekends for the first few months after the divorce, but the man soon developed a drinking problem, and because of it, he forgot to pick him up. It was probably for the best - Friedrich doesn't remember him too well anyway. The only good thing that came out of it is that he has never touched alcohol.
Growing up, his mom did her best to care for him on her salary. He made good grades throughout his career as a student, but once he finished school, he went to work as a mechanic instead of going on to college; however, had his mother made more money, he would have continued his schooling. He would have liked to have been a doctor, or a psychiatrist, or something where he could help people.
Fritz was in his early thirties when he discovered the existence of vampires. It was during his nightly walk on his way home from work when he heard screams coming from a nearby alley, and due to his protective nature, he felt that he had to go help. By the time he got there, the screams had stopped, and he wasn't prepared for what he saw. Funny, because he would later happen upon a scene like this many times when he began to hunt.
A tall figure was pulling away from a small figure's neck, and when it let go of the person it had pinned against the wall, the body of a female fell to the ground with a dull thud. The attacker turned and looked at Friedrich, wiping blood away from his mouth. There were a few rumours he had heard about vampires being around, but of course he didn't believe them. Vampires weren't supposed to exist, and the notion was ridiculous.
Still, he carried around a silver pocket knife just in case, which he withdrew seconds before the vampire came after him. He lashed out quickly, knicking the man's - no, thing's - arm. It immediately stopped what it was doing and gave a loud, painful yell. Friedrich had to drop the knife and cover his ears to protect them from the sound. In doing so, he closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them, the thing was gone.
For the next few days after the incident, Friedrich couldn't help but think that it could have just been a nightmare, and that it never happened at all. Until a report on the news came on saying that a body had been found. It was the same woman he saw that night, and that was when he could no longer deny what had happened. He also became concerned that the vampire would come after him. Instead of letting that happen, he was going to go after the vampire. He gathered as much information on vampires as he could before getting weapons, all melee, and then he started to search for the vampire.
It took a week to get face-to-face with him once again. Friedrich's fighting was clumsy, but he somehow ended up getting the job done, most likely because of sheer luck. After that, he trained himself to get better at melee, and he conditioned his body. He felt like it was his duty to take out more of these things, and maybe even wipe them off the face of the Earth. Some patience and a few months later, started to hunt.
In a few years, he got to be well known throughout the vampire community in Germany. They began to target him, and from what he heard from the vampires he interrogated, they were betting each other that they could take him out or capture him. A few came close, but none of them were able to do it.
And then Lotte came along.
Unlike a lot of other vampires, Lotte thought like Friedrich did; it was like she could predict his movements. Whatever he did, she was one step ahead of him. The fight lasted for a while, and being mortal, Friedrich was exhausted long before she was. He ended up fainting due to exertion, and when he woke up, he almost thought that he was at home. He soon found out that he was at Lotte's house.
Lotte kept him there as a Blood Doll for the next two years. There isn't a word for how much he hated what she was doing to him. Every day for the first few months out of the first year, he tried to kill her, and he tried to escape. But once again, she was always one step ahead. In the end, he knew he had to give up. She fed from him almost every day, and he no longer had the energy to try to escape or kill her. He didn't want to die in order to escape her - he was too proud. So he had to bear it.
Over time, Lotte began to admire him, but Friedrich didn't really think of it as admiration. He thought she was acting like that because she was trying to anger and humiliate him. One day, he found out from another Blood Doll that she planned on turning him. Fritz thought she was going to do this for her own amusement, but she was going to do it because she wanted him to be her mate.
For a while, he avoided asking her about what he had heard, and when he finally asked, she remained remarkably calm. It didn't come as a surprise to her that he had heard. Her Blood Dolls had a problem with keeping things to themselves. When she confirmed it, it outraged Friedrich, but there was little else he could do besides seethe.
On the day she was supposed to turn him, Lotte couldn't do it, and she didn't tell him why. When he fell asleep at dawn, he woke up hours later at his house. What really bothered him was that she knew where he lived. It bothered him to the point where he knew he had to get out of Germany, and he did just that. During the day, he packed whatever he could, and left for the United States.
It wasn't too surprising to him that the supernatural ended up revealing their existence. It was only a matter of time. He is surprised, however, by the number of people who have rallied behind them in support.
Friedrich tries not to think about Lotte, but sometimes it's inevitable. The thing he hopes for the most is that she'll stay away from him as long as they both shall live, even though he does feel a small pang in his chest when he thinks about her. He's not exactly sure why he feels it, either. Maybe it's the urge to kill her, and maybe it's something else.
THE PUPPETEER.[/color][/font]
YOUR NAME. Rachael
YOUR AGE. 18
OTHER CHARACTERS. Xavier, Alex.
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. Seven years
RP SAMPLE.
[/color][/font][/left]YOUR AGE. 18
OTHER CHARACTERS. Xavier, Alex.
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. Seven years
RP SAMPLE.
Xavier's night at work wasn't going so well, and Liz's absence wasn't making it any better. Never had she been late anywhere when it had something to do with him, unless she was upset with h8im, and as far as he knew, she wasn't. A fight between the two hadn't ensued before he left for work, so what could possibly be keeping her from showing up on time? And why did she have to be late tonight, of all nights? Most of his staff had called in for various reasons, so he was already stressed out enough as it was without this happening. With a frustrated growl, he walked out of the club and stood outside for a few minutes, expecting her to walk up to him any minute. When she didn't, he returned inside, shaking his head. This was the first notion he got that something was terribly, terribly wrong, and he was going to try his hardest to find out what was going on.
Pushing past people inside the club, he traveled to the back to his office, and as soon as he closed the door, he pulled out his phone and dialed her cell phone number. After a few rings, he got her answering machine, to which he only frowned and hung up the phone, not bothering to leave a message. Thinking for a moment, he called the home phone, and after urging the nanny to give the phone to Cadence, he began to ask her if she knew anything about where her mother went. It turned out that she knew a bit, but not enough. The little girl told him that she left earlier than she normally did, and that she heard her talking on the phone about some wedding things to some woman named Scarlet. Oddly enough, the woman sounded familiar, but he couldn't place where he had heard about her from. Thanking her for the information and telling her bye, he put the phone back in his pocket and stood there for a minute in silence, and that was when he received the thought from her, when the feeling of fear overcame him, and he started to breathe heavily and rapidly. Making a mad dash for the door, he opened it and ran out in a panic.
First, he asked his employees if they knew anyone named Scarlet, and he had no luck until it got down to asking the very last worker, someone who happened to be bartending that night. The bartender shook his head, not knowing where she was, but he pointed out a man sitting in the corner that he was sure knew. Scowling, Xavier made his way over to him and demanded to know where this Scarlet was located, but the man just looked up at him and chuckled. The feeling of fear was growing in the pit of his stomach, and with a flash of anger in his eyes, he grabbed him by his collar, lifting him up out of his seat and throwing him onto a nearby table, causing it to break cleanly in two. Grabbing him again, he yelled at him to tell her where she was, and this time he was successful in getting it out of him. It wasn't the only thing he was told, though. He was told about how she lured vampires to her home to get their blood and killed them, and now he realized why she sounded familiar. Recently, vampires that frequented the club had been talking about her, and he caught bits and pieces of their conversations as he walked around. "If I get there and find out you gave me the wrong address, I'm coming back for you," he threatened, motioning over a few some his staff, he told them to keep an eye on the guy and to keep him from going anywhere, then he headed for the door, but stopped and turned around. By then, everyone in the club was watching. Glaring, mostly at the workers that had stopped what they were doing to watch the scene between him and the man unfold, he spoke, his voice raising with each word. "What are you waiting for?! Get back to work!" And, his sense of urgency growing, he left.
Driving was difficult to do since Xavier could barely calm himself down. It was possible that while she was on her way to Scarlet's she had been harmed in some way, but he knew this woman was up to no good. And woman or not, he was going to kill her. Of course Elizabeth could defend herself, but for whatever reason, she needed his help. Speeding around cars, his grip on the steering wheel tightened to the point where his knuckles were turning white. Getting his thoughts together so they weren't all over the place, he sent a comforting thought to her, telling her he was on his way and should be there very soon. Hopefully by the time he got there, it wouldn't be too late.
When he arrived at the red tinted building, he got out of the car, and, taking a deep, calming breath and trying to hide his worried expression, he approached the door. Knocking on it, he waited for someone to answer, and as he did, he sent another warm thought to Liz, trying to keep both of them calm. If he didn't calm down for her, she would start to panic and vice versa. When the raven-haired woman opened the door, he clenched his fist, prepared to strike her. The urge to rip her limb from limb was almost overpowering, but he held off his attack, knowing he was going to get to do it soon when the time was right. Giving her a smile, he asked, "Is my fiancée, Elizabeth, here? She was supposed to be at work a little bit ago, but she never showed. I was wondering if you two were still planning or if she had left already?" Trying to be sweet to her while knowing that Liz was trapped somewhere in there was hard to do, in fact, it was one of the hardest things he ever had to do.
"She left a few minutes ago. I'm sorry to have made her late for work," Scarlet said with an apologetic smile and began to quickly close the door.
Xavier's disposition changed in the blink of an eye. Putting his foot in the door, he shoved it open, walked inside, and slammed it behind him with his foot. "You're either going to take me to her right now or I will kill you and find her without your help," he told her through his teeth, moving closer to her. In a blur of movement, Scarlet picked up what looked to be a pocket knife from a nearby table and lashed out at him with it. He moved away quickly, but not before getting his chest nicked by the blade. Though the cut was shallow, it hurt as though it went down to the bone, and he felt a burning sensation take over. Taking a closer look at the blade when she tried cutting him again, he found that it was silver. The handle must have been some form of iron, or else she wouldn't have been wielding it. As she went for his throat, he ducked and ran to an open door that seemed to lead down to the basement. Giving the knife one last dodge, he bolted down the stairs, and stopped only when he reached the last step. By now, his mind was racing like a bi-polar's would after skipping a dose. Looking over at a metal tray, he noticed a scalpel and grabbed it. As soon as she came down the stairs, he turned around and tried to cut at her stomach, but missed by a few inches. Already prepared for her next attack, he moved away from it with ease, and faked a cut to her arm, distacting her so he could make a deep cut across her throat, stopping her in her tracks. The blood gushed at first, and he put an arm up to keep it off his face, and then it began to slow down, creeping over the front of her shirt. As she began to fall to her knees, he dropped the scalpel and picked up the knife she had dropped, then grabbed her by her hair. Eyes narrowed, he grabbed her by her hair, keeping her from falling forward, and stabbed her in the heart, twisting the blade as much as possible before he let her fall to the ground, the blade still in her chest. When she fell, the knife dug deeper in, and he turned around, taking in the the room for the first time.
It was a dimly lit room, but Xavier could clearly make out a figure sitting in a chair, and he instantly knew who it was. Rushing over to her, he unfastened the bindings on her wrists and feet and put his hands on either side of her face, kneeling down to look at her. "Liz. Liz, come on, we need to leave." They needed to leave as fast as they could. He had made the mistake of not checking to see if anyone else was in the house, but just so long as he had her in his sights, he didn't care. Taking another quick look around, he noticed medical bags hanging from a pole, one of them half full. Jaw tightening, he ripped out the IVs and picked her up, knowing she wouldn't be able to walk well after losing that much blood. Stepping over Scarlet's body, he noticed the large pool of blood around it and couldn't help but chuckle. At least now she was giving her name, if that even was her real name, meaning. As he passed her body, he suddenly wanted to gut her. Who knows how many other vampires she killed using her sick method, and thinking about the woman drinking her blood angered him, and it took sheer force of will not to stop and cut her from her throat down to her stomach. First, he had to get Liz out of there and make sure she was going to be all right.
Pushing past people inside the club, he traveled to the back to his office, and as soon as he closed the door, he pulled out his phone and dialed her cell phone number. After a few rings, he got her answering machine, to which he only frowned and hung up the phone, not bothering to leave a message. Thinking for a moment, he called the home phone, and after urging the nanny to give the phone to Cadence, he began to ask her if she knew anything about where her mother went. It turned out that she knew a bit, but not enough. The little girl told him that she left earlier than she normally did, and that she heard her talking on the phone about some wedding things to some woman named Scarlet. Oddly enough, the woman sounded familiar, but he couldn't place where he had heard about her from. Thanking her for the information and telling her bye, he put the phone back in his pocket and stood there for a minute in silence, and that was when he received the thought from her, when the feeling of fear overcame him, and he started to breathe heavily and rapidly. Making a mad dash for the door, he opened it and ran out in a panic.
First, he asked his employees if they knew anyone named Scarlet, and he had no luck until it got down to asking the very last worker, someone who happened to be bartending that night. The bartender shook his head, not knowing where she was, but he pointed out a man sitting in the corner that he was sure knew. Scowling, Xavier made his way over to him and demanded to know where this Scarlet was located, but the man just looked up at him and chuckled. The feeling of fear was growing in the pit of his stomach, and with a flash of anger in his eyes, he grabbed him by his collar, lifting him up out of his seat and throwing him onto a nearby table, causing it to break cleanly in two. Grabbing him again, he yelled at him to tell her where she was, and this time he was successful in getting it out of him. It wasn't the only thing he was told, though. He was told about how she lured vampires to her home to get their blood and killed them, and now he realized why she sounded familiar. Recently, vampires that frequented the club had been talking about her, and he caught bits and pieces of their conversations as he walked around. "If I get there and find out you gave me the wrong address, I'm coming back for you," he threatened, motioning over a few some his staff, he told them to keep an eye on the guy and to keep him from going anywhere, then he headed for the door, but stopped and turned around. By then, everyone in the club was watching. Glaring, mostly at the workers that had stopped what they were doing to watch the scene between him and the man unfold, he spoke, his voice raising with each word. "What are you waiting for?! Get back to work!" And, his sense of urgency growing, he left.
Driving was difficult to do since Xavier could barely calm himself down. It was possible that while she was on her way to Scarlet's she had been harmed in some way, but he knew this woman was up to no good. And woman or not, he was going to kill her. Of course Elizabeth could defend herself, but for whatever reason, she needed his help. Speeding around cars, his grip on the steering wheel tightened to the point where his knuckles were turning white. Getting his thoughts together so they weren't all over the place, he sent a comforting thought to her, telling her he was on his way and should be there very soon. Hopefully by the time he got there, it wouldn't be too late.
When he arrived at the red tinted building, he got out of the car, and, taking a deep, calming breath and trying to hide his worried expression, he approached the door. Knocking on it, he waited for someone to answer, and as he did, he sent another warm thought to Liz, trying to keep both of them calm. If he didn't calm down for her, she would start to panic and vice versa. When the raven-haired woman opened the door, he clenched his fist, prepared to strike her. The urge to rip her limb from limb was almost overpowering, but he held off his attack, knowing he was going to get to do it soon when the time was right. Giving her a smile, he asked, "Is my fiancée, Elizabeth, here? She was supposed to be at work a little bit ago, but she never showed. I was wondering if you two were still planning or if she had left already?" Trying to be sweet to her while knowing that Liz was trapped somewhere in there was hard to do, in fact, it was one of the hardest things he ever had to do.
"She left a few minutes ago. I'm sorry to have made her late for work," Scarlet said with an apologetic smile and began to quickly close the door.
Xavier's disposition changed in the blink of an eye. Putting his foot in the door, he shoved it open, walked inside, and slammed it behind him with his foot. "You're either going to take me to her right now or I will kill you and find her without your help," he told her through his teeth, moving closer to her. In a blur of movement, Scarlet picked up what looked to be a pocket knife from a nearby table and lashed out at him with it. He moved away quickly, but not before getting his chest nicked by the blade. Though the cut was shallow, it hurt as though it went down to the bone, and he felt a burning sensation take over. Taking a closer look at the blade when she tried cutting him again, he found that it was silver. The handle must have been some form of iron, or else she wouldn't have been wielding it. As she went for his throat, he ducked and ran to an open door that seemed to lead down to the basement. Giving the knife one last dodge, he bolted down the stairs, and stopped only when he reached the last step. By now, his mind was racing like a bi-polar's would after skipping a dose. Looking over at a metal tray, he noticed a scalpel and grabbed it. As soon as she came down the stairs, he turned around and tried to cut at her stomach, but missed by a few inches. Already prepared for her next attack, he moved away from it with ease, and faked a cut to her arm, distacting her so he could make a deep cut across her throat, stopping her in her tracks. The blood gushed at first, and he put an arm up to keep it off his face, and then it began to slow down, creeping over the front of her shirt. As she began to fall to her knees, he dropped the scalpel and picked up the knife she had dropped, then grabbed her by her hair. Eyes narrowed, he grabbed her by her hair, keeping her from falling forward, and stabbed her in the heart, twisting the blade as much as possible before he let her fall to the ground, the blade still in her chest. When she fell, the knife dug deeper in, and he turned around, taking in the the room for the first time.
It was a dimly lit room, but Xavier could clearly make out a figure sitting in a chair, and he instantly knew who it was. Rushing over to her, he unfastened the bindings on her wrists and feet and put his hands on either side of her face, kneeling down to look at her. "Liz. Liz, come on, we need to leave." They needed to leave as fast as they could. He had made the mistake of not checking to see if anyone else was in the house, but just so long as he had her in his sights, he didn't care. Taking another quick look around, he noticed medical bags hanging from a pole, one of them half full. Jaw tightening, he ripped out the IVs and picked her up, knowing she wouldn't be able to walk well after losing that much blood. Stepping over Scarlet's body, he noticed the large pool of blood around it and couldn't help but chuckle. At least now she was giving her name, if that even was her real name, meaning. As he passed her body, he suddenly wanted to gut her. Who knows how many other vampires she killed using her sick method, and thinking about the woman drinking her blood angered him, and it took sheer force of will not to stop and cut her from her throat down to her stomach. First, he had to get Liz out of there and make sure she was going to be all right.
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