Post by Xavier Crowley on May 22, 2015 12:12:17 GMT -8
September 19, 2010 - 0300 Hours
The Gold Room
1558 W. Sunset Blvd
The Target - Tito De Los Santos - Vampire - Serial Killer
Though the night had been nearly coming to an end at the club, the DJ was still spinning the music as it bumped and thumped the sound of Far East Movements 'If I was you', while the crowd was still going rather hard, the bouncers were taking their sweet ass time as they began to herd the patrons towards the door and back patio. The interior was shutting down the exterior was still open for the party. Among the lively group was the Vampire Tito De Los Santos, looking very much alive like the fleshers he was grinding on. The luminescent glare of his near copper glint of eyes gave the only hint that he was of the undead. Tito was responsible for the disappearances of five young women in their twenties. Witnesses had spoken that they had seen the man leave with the missing persons, but there was never enough evidence to implicate him as anything other than just a man who enjoyed sex and he would oblige the women who apparently were in for the fang banging fantasy. Some how, some way, the Vampire had been able to elude the authorities of his where abouts and keep the evidence clear of his person.
Among the crowd was one Xavier Crowley. Member of Regional Preternatural Investigation Team, or affectionately known as RipIt. The Spook Squad. The almond tanned, six foot two man moved along with the crowd. Blending in with the rest though keeping a casual watch upon the Vampire. Waiting for him to make his move.
It didn't take long before the charming smile was flashed, the hint of a fang to excite the libido. Tito and a minxy red headed woman in a high rise skirt that barely covered her plump ass and a corset top. She was definitely asking to be taken by the bat of lashes and coy smile. Poor girl had no idea she was next on his list to be taken advantage of and never be seen again. The two had managed to slip out the wood planked fence and gate, Tito was murmuring, laying it on thick. His power was a cool breeze wrapping around the girl and she was leaning into him, completely yielding to his charm.
Two blocks down, Tito had suddenly shuddered with the shadows only to be a mere silhouette of their bodies pressed against the side wall of the building. She was moaning out as he was having his way, thrusting in rather rapidly even as he kissed her fiercely, she had been so into the furious desire that she hadn't even notice the blood that was now smearing down her mouth, glistening over her chin and coating down her throat and cleavage. He was going to feed on her til she was nothing but a shell left.
It happened slowly. Tito hadn't noticed immediately because he was so engrossed with his feeding but there was a sudden tingling of cool sensation. It tugged at his insides, prying through his metaphysical shields, creeping through like a ghost. The change of temperature had sent a shiver up his spine. Was that even possible? A Vampire was not suppose to feel the temperature like that inside him. A low growl had emitted from him and he eased his mouth away from the girls. She whimpered as he broke that euphoric kiss. Slowly coming to from the daze. Tito turned his head, searching. What the fuck was that? Surely there was an explanation! What he did find was a sudden spearing of icy blade burrowing into his chest causing his grasp to release the red headed minx to crumple weakly to the dirty ground at his Stacy Adams. Lips curled back to reveal the crimson stain fangs in a angry hiss. And thats when he saw Him. Xavier Crowley was the last man Tito saw.
[To Be Continued...]
The Gold Room
1558 W. Sunset Blvd
The Target - Tito De Los Santos - Vampire - Serial Killer
Though the night had been nearly coming to an end at the club, the DJ was still spinning the music as it bumped and thumped the sound of Far East Movements 'If I was you', while the crowd was still going rather hard, the bouncers were taking their sweet ass time as they began to herd the patrons towards the door and back patio. The interior was shutting down the exterior was still open for the party. Among the lively group was the Vampire Tito De Los Santos, looking very much alive like the fleshers he was grinding on. The luminescent glare of his near copper glint of eyes gave the only hint that he was of the undead. Tito was responsible for the disappearances of five young women in their twenties. Witnesses had spoken that they had seen the man leave with the missing persons, but there was never enough evidence to implicate him as anything other than just a man who enjoyed sex and he would oblige the women who apparently were in for the fang banging fantasy. Some how, some way, the Vampire had been able to elude the authorities of his where abouts and keep the evidence clear of his person.
Among the crowd was one Xavier Crowley. Member of Regional Preternatural Investigation Team, or affectionately known as RipIt. The Spook Squad. The almond tanned, six foot two man moved along with the crowd. Blending in with the rest though keeping a casual watch upon the Vampire. Waiting for him to make his move.
It didn't take long before the charming smile was flashed, the hint of a fang to excite the libido. Tito and a minxy red headed woman in a high rise skirt that barely covered her plump ass and a corset top. She was definitely asking to be taken by the bat of lashes and coy smile. Poor girl had no idea she was next on his list to be taken advantage of and never be seen again. The two had managed to slip out the wood planked fence and gate, Tito was murmuring, laying it on thick. His power was a cool breeze wrapping around the girl and she was leaning into him, completely yielding to his charm.
Two blocks down, Tito had suddenly shuddered with the shadows only to be a mere silhouette of their bodies pressed against the side wall of the building. She was moaning out as he was having his way, thrusting in rather rapidly even as he kissed her fiercely, she had been so into the furious desire that she hadn't even notice the blood that was now smearing down her mouth, glistening over her chin and coating down her throat and cleavage. He was going to feed on her til she was nothing but a shell left.
It happened slowly. Tito hadn't noticed immediately because he was so engrossed with his feeding but there was a sudden tingling of cool sensation. It tugged at his insides, prying through his metaphysical shields, creeping through like a ghost. The change of temperature had sent a shiver up his spine. Was that even possible? A Vampire was not suppose to feel the temperature like that inside him. A low growl had emitted from him and he eased his mouth away from the girls. She whimpered as he broke that euphoric kiss. Slowly coming to from the daze. Tito turned his head, searching. What the fuck was that? Surely there was an explanation! What he did find was a sudden spearing of icy blade burrowing into his chest causing his grasp to release the red headed minx to crumple weakly to the dirty ground at his Stacy Adams. Lips curled back to reveal the crimson stain fangs in a angry hiss. And thats when he saw Him. Xavier Crowley was the last man Tito saw.
[To Be Continued...]