The car purred to a standstill in the Upper East side of the city. Tanos stepped out nodding knowingly to Randall who drove off, disappearing around the corner at the street’s end and out of the area. Shrugging his long, old fashioned duster coat Tanos started walking into the rougher areas of Cascadia that hung on the river’s edge. His cane clipping the sidewalk as his pace became slower, more predatory. His keen vampire senses arcing out in search of possible prey.

It wasn’t long before his ears twitched, his ice eyes beginning to warm as he homed in on the sound. A muffled sobbing, interspersed with sounds of a struggle, raised voices and behind it all a mind in denial. He quickened his pace, the expensive suit and his duster marking him out as alien to this neighbourhood.

He turned onto the steps above an underpass, heading below a road into blackness. His eyes now vermilion glowing, the darkness becoming as day before he emerged from the opposite side.

The girl was surrounded, roughly five youths leered and harassed her. Their motives obvious from the heavy pulse beat in their throats. His lips opened in anticipation. He brushed his coat aside like a cape and spoke up just as the girl was forced to the ground, her eyes red, wet and brackish.

“Excuse me gentlemen? Can you direct me to the Opera?”

The words deliberate, making him chuckle as the quintet’s attention turned to him.

“What you want faggot? You shouldn’t be out here dressed up like some crusty old queer.”

Tanos smiled at the attempted threat.

“Hmm now that’s simply impolite. Your mother should have taught you better manners.”

“She’s dead the dumb bitch! Now fuck off before you get hurt, this bitch isn’t any of your business!”

The speaker popped a flick knife as his cohorts produced their own weapons, one holding a large knife to the girl’s throat. Tanos felt the shimmer of cancerous, undead lust rise in his throat. He tapped the cane loudly on the concrete.

“And who will hurt me boy? You?”

The instant his cane went loose they charged. As the four attacking reached him they were catapulted backwards in turn, their eyes wide with shock and pain as they understood what had happened. Where Tanos had stood there was now a figure in torn, tattered cloth. Where the tears were evident a ropy, spear of skin had erupted. Each “spear” terminating in the bodies of his attackers. They hung limply as the wet, sucking sound of feeding mouths resonated the night air. The fifth would be rapist had tried to run when he saw the figure change. A fifth “spear” had entangled him, pinning him in coils to a wall as he watched his friends die.

Tanos let the spears retract, maintaining the “coils” around the fifth. He paced forward, the columns of flesh now gone, returned to him. As he grabbed the fifth the remaining coil shuddered back invisibly. Lifting the youth he sank his fangs into him draining the body before licking the wound. Fleshcrafting his fingerprints till smooth he stabbed the five youths in turn, making it look like they had fought over something. Each dead by his own knife, the irony however weak, made him laugh.

Turning his attentions to the girl he stepped forward. Her mind had shielded her from the scene by driving her unconscious. He fleshcrafted her eyes closed, sealing her mouth as he headed for his rendezvous with Randall. Carrying her through back alleys before bundling her into the boot of Randall’s car.

She remained unconscious until her body felt the biogenic plasm in the vats, warm and clinging like swamp weed. Now blind she mumbled through the skin gag, trying to scream as she felt the teeth scraping and rasping into her flesh. As the thick, scum covered fluid filled her lungs, the creature that shared the vat filled it’s stomach with her blood. Tanos looked into the murky liquid, a cruel warmth on his face as he watched his creature feed. Smiling as the creature’s bloodlust soared, ripping her apart forcing down gobbets of red, leaking flesh into it’s gullet.

The vat plasm turning carmine in the commotion. The creature’s eyes blinking white in a crude, animalistic gratitude to it’s master.

((wholly crap CREEPY!!

((HOLY SHIT! that was really really cool.

(( Great post Gail :P put any of thsoe spikes near me and ill have to sove them up your *beep* lol.

and so it begins... the unfolding plot of the Tanos hehe

((hehehehe@Gail

((runs for the sick bucket....you made me read that twice you swine....lololololololol