Thread: Unseen War (Tyria & Ink.Knight)

RE Unseen War Tyria Ink.Knight There were times when Inna hated her job with passion. Action movies illustrated it as never-ending stream of adrenaline, but that was obviously just a bunch of screenwriters with no actual experience using their artistic license way too liberally in order to earn that sweet, sweet cash. Not that she blamed them. Reality tended to be far less glamorous and capturing all the agonizing boredom in between the fleeting moments of fun would surely drive them to bankruptcy. Business was business that golden rule reigned over all areas of life, as Inna learned to understand very fast. Today would be different from the colorless routine composed of hiding in a car in some desolate alley, drinking bad coffee out of habit rather than true need and waiting for the target to graciously show up, though. All the pieces on the chessboard had assumed their designated positions, blissfully unaware of the fact victory was already firmly in her grasp. Not informing them she along with her friends were going to pay them a visit might have been the main factor in this predicted outcome, but hey, life wasn't too keen on fair play and Inna saw absolutely no reason to go out of her way to rectify this imbalance. In fact, the vampire planned to push their chances of survival further into the impossible territory. Consent of her old friend was everything she needed to achieve that, and Will could never resort her persuasion tactics for long. So, she spoke in a tone of someone discussing weather and pierced her companion with a stare so intense it could compete with X-ray in intensity, I presume you're going to hold up your end of the bargain, am I correct, William? The man sitting in front of her shook his head in utter disbelief, although there wasn't disapproval in that gesture merely surprise. I... well, of course. What do you take me for, a honorless hack? I promised, after all, and I'd rather eat my shoes than break my word. Still, I'd like to point out you're likely signing your death warrant. Inna rolled her eyes. Duly noted, mum. Listen, if I truly end up dying permanently, I officially invite you to engrave 'I told you' or a similar inscription on my tombstone to commemorate your wisdom for ages to come. Whole generations will be able to learn merits of cowardice thanks to my sacrifice. Now if you're done prophesying my bleak future, can we please move on? It was Will's turn to make a face. I really hate you sometimes, Inna. If it means anything, I can guarantee the feeling is mutual. Bickering playfully, the two headed outside where a group of taciturn blokes awaited them already. Say hi to Will, friends. He was kind enough to agree to help us, so you should show him some respect, Inna encouraged them, secretly giggling at the mere idea of it ever happening. William was a talented wizard who could probably tear down the whole fabric of reality with proper training, yet he suffered from chronic pacifism. The mental illness had damaged him so severely she had had to save his poor ass more than once which had lead to this interesting situation of him owing her. These guys who measured their masculinity according to the liters of blood they had spilled could never see him as anything else but a failure. They got in the limo together and the driver wordlessly headed for their destination one of the famous clubs where vampire trash chilled when they wanted to lose themselves in an ephemeral moment of ecstasy. There was nothing special about this club in particular, except an unnaturally high number of their enemies would gather in that place today, lured like moths to the fire. And just like those proverbial moths, they would be scorched by the flames. Good, Inna thought as she imagined the bar burning down to its foundations. Institutions such as these were just breeding grounds for degeneracy. Acquiring blood shouldn't be as easy as whipping out a wallet, for god's sake. What happened to the good old thrill of hunt? Would they allow themselves to become just as complacent as their human counterparts who got fatter and fatter while consuming toxic waste from supermarkets they dared to call food? What an utterly disgusting idea. The engine went quiet, signalling their journey had come to the end, and Inna stepped out. She didn't have to speak with her comrade to agree on the course of action everyone knew their roles. William stayed in the car, mumbling an incantation that would hide the bloody orgies that were about to break out before the eyes of the world and prevent outsiders from communicating with the vampires inside, while her boys got ready to, as they said, fuck the shit up. . Your ID, Miss, a muscled bouncer stopped her. You're not a regular here, are you? Inna conjured up the sweetest smile her facial muscles managed - so sweet it probably caused cavities - and her hand got temporarily lost in the folds of her coat. No, the vampire admitted, but then again, the regulars are on their way to the endangered species list, so it's not like you can afford to be choosy with customers. With those words, she staked him through the heart swiftly, ending his miserable life. The wild thing within her roared in satisfaction as he disintegrated to ashes. His colleague met the same fate, although it was delivered by Artyom rather than her. Inna dusted herself off casually and entered the bar as if the cold-blooded murder didn't excite her more than squishing a mosquito. Dressed in close-fitting black leather accentuating her curves, the woman didn't stand out between the customers very much which immediately caused the desperate blood whores to flock around her in hopes of attracting her attention. Females probably enjoyed a certain kind of popularity among them, if only because they generally weren't as prone to aggression as males while having the same ability to pleasure them through feeding, so they perceived Inna as a desired catch. Too bad their lack of backbone instantly killed any attraction she might have felt. Broken toys served no purpose and these soulless husks had sex-appeal a rotting corpse. Go away, I have no interest in eating another man's leftovers. Oh, and if I were you, I'd follow my advice very fast. In fact, I might just run for my life if I were in your shoes. A side-way glance told her Dimitry blocked the entrance. On the other hand, perhaps it's too late already. While they hadn't arrived here to slaughter prostitutes, collateral damage was something that unfortunately happened often, especially since someone would likely use them as human shields sooner or later. Then Inna pulled out her stake again, and panicked screams filled the night.