Recon Work [Open]

[Jo]

The crisp night air caressed him as he strolled down a rather packed Manhattan street. It was roughly 2 a.m. yet he lived in a city that was constantly going. There was never a dull moment, never silence which helped with his own affliction. In silence his mind drifted, it allowed him time to sink deeper into madness. Distraction was the key to keeping himself here in the world of the living. It seemed that as long as he could remain focused on something the madness was held at arms length which was the best he could hope for. In the best scenario he slipped out of time and space for a long period of time. Worst case scenario the madness took hold and made him do and say things he would not normally. When it dug it's claws into his mind in situations like that he was known to become violent- he once butchered a night club simply because he could.

"I was humming a tune, drinking in sunshine. When out of that orange colored view, I got a look at you." the man sang to himself as he wandered down the side walk. His hands rested in the pockets of his black trousers, he was rather well dressed for a man walking down the street. His dark suit with a dark shirt, it seemed like he was some sort of business man leaving work late. Yet the people looking at him as he passed seemed to be in a daze, a compulsion that he had trouble turning off anymore. He had a habit of drawing female attention like a light drew insects. One of the many reasons he tried to stay away from public places lately to conceal himself.

Making a sudden right turn, the man climbed the steps of a rather loud night club. Yet unlike the other occupants he was not here to dance or make merry. There was a man here who was searching for him, a man that he needed to destroy as he was the closest to uncovering his whereabouts. Sure he could have sent someone else in his stead, Cerberus' wolves but he did not trust them to do the job properly. His life was at stake here and the lives of the food source as well. He loved the world as it was and if his kind found him there would be a reckoning. All who drank from him would become day walkers permanently and that was a world he did not wish to be a part of.

"I'll have a bourbon, you can keep the ice love." he said as he leaned against the counter. His dark brown eyes fell upon the night club with a look of distress. He was not one for the normal club music, he preferred clubs that were a lot more retro. Alistair was a fan of 50's music and other music that most found to be god awful in this day and age. Yet tonight wasn't about enjoying himself, it was about finding his mark and he couldn't do that if he became distracted. When it arrived he removed a hundred dollar bill from his coat and handed it to her. "Keep the change." he said. He never did learn how to keep a low profile, spending a hundred dollars on a drink most likely 4 times cheaper than that.

[Merry Lovelace]

It was good to get out and dance once in a while. Sometimes you just had to let your hair down.  That was what brought Merry to the nightclub. She had no intentions of drinking anything more provocative than a diet coke but it was fun to just let her hair down and have fun.

Once she was a bit tired from the first round of dancing she made her way to the bar, "Diet Coke, please?" she said passing the bartender $5 for the fizzy concoction. She stayed at the bar simply because it would be easier than trying to get through the press of people for a table. Most of those were full and only a skilled waitress could maneuver without wearing the drink she had. Carefully she stretched her back and felt the vertebrae pop back into place. It had been one of those long weeks of study and schoolwork and the high point so far had been Tera coming back into town. Glancing about the bar she noticed Alistair sitting there.

Seeing him drop a hundred on the waitress made her eyes widen. He was definitely standing out with moves like that. She thought about mentioning it to him but then remembered Tera's warning. Maybe this wasn't the best place to be after all... She turned her head away and got up to leave. She didn't want to distract him when he was here for a reason. What that was she didn't know but it had to be something important to get the British sounding gentleman to come to a club like this. He didn't even seem to be enjoying himself which made the entire reason for his visit confusing.

Glancing about she turned her senses on high alert to see if there was anything in the club that shouldn't have been there.

[Jo]

A familiar voice over the din of the crowded night club drew his attentions elsewhere. Taking a sip of his drink, he set it down immediately and moved to follow her. There was an amused grin on his face as this was perhaps what he required right now. He was here for something quite dangerous and from what he understood she was a witch. Perhaps her charms could come in handy here should he need to break any barriers or distract a few people. Despite his power Dagon did not always just go around murdering people on a whim. Normally his ire was more reserved for people who had done something to deserve his nastier side. Pushing through the crowd towards her, he came to a stop just beside her with his usual mischievous grin on his face.

"Going somewhere my dear? You've only just gotten here. Stick around, have some fun, let your hair down." he said as he offered his hand to her. Despite being at Moonlight Books so much he never got the opportunity to speak with Miss Lovelace at length. Surely he would not pass up such an opportunity despite the mission he had going on. Dagon was the sort of man who did not take no as an answer, his entire life people usually did as he said. Yet he would not hurt her or hold her against her will if it was unfavorable to her. "I do not believe we've ever gotten the opportunity to speak aside from my transactions. What brings you here of all the hole in the wall night clubs?" he asked.

If she took his hand he would escort her to a table that was nearby, taking a seat. The table was perfectly positioned so that he could watch the V.I.P section of the club. When the man he was looking for left he would be able to see it without any trouble. He was also aware that he was being watched by the cameras but since he had yet to make any move against the owner he was left in peace for the moment. His sense of smell told him that she was not drinking alcohol which he found to be incredibly baffling. Who came all the way out here on a weekend just to drink a soda.

"You came all the way out here to a night club just to have a coke? Where is the sense of adventure Miss Lovelace?" he asked in his usual charming accent. He was of course doing what he always did, trying to charm whom ever he spoke with.

[Merry Lovelace]

Hearing his voice, Merry paused and shifted.  Knowing that he could push the issue she took his hand in her own. "I..." she really didn't know what to say. She flushed gently and looked up at Dagon. Her eyes showed hesitancy but she was friendly. She figured it couldn't hurt to follow him. "I didn't want to disturb you." She saw no point in lying. Most supernatural creatures could tell if you were.

She took his hand when he offered it, not wanting to be rude to someone that was being kind to her, "I came here to dance and relax. I don't like drinking. I hate feeling fuzzy headed." she admitted. Booze and magic were not friends in her mind and she didn't want to risk hurting someone. "I don't want to accidentally hurt someone with my magic." she admitted as she sat across from him at his table. Clutching her drink to her like a talisman she asked him curiously, "Why are you here, Alistair? Do you like this kind of music?"

Merry just didn't know what to say to him. She wasn't experienced with men let alone ancient ones. She'd been hurt too much as a child to openly trust someone straight off, "I lost my sense of adventure when my mum died and my dad left." It was blunt but she needed to get it out lest it make her cry. "I have my music and my singing if I want to be adventurous." She said gently to him. She'd been abandoned so many times in her life that she just couldn't muster enough energy to feel very adventurous at this stage.

The thought that her family line would die with her kept her awake most nights. Hundreds of years of good and it would all end with her. That was a truly depressing thought. The weight on her shoulders as she mulled these dark thoughts over seemed to be huge.

[Seth Young]

Luiniel opened Seraph’s eyes to a new direction within the vampire world. Gallagher’s lieutenants were wrong, vampire numbers were not lowering in New York City, they were growing. The largest numbers were found in Manhattan. They were not particularly a coven, but more of a cult that had been whispers on the lips of many vampires native to New York. Even a few freshly sired vampires that Seraph had managed to interrogate said that they had received “visions” of some sort when they were turning. Visions from their sire to find them and join them and their new “god”. When pressed for all of the information they had, the story was that this cult worshipped the vampire that Luiniel was after. This “Dagon” was their vampire god, whose presence heralds a new beginning for all vampires. Even these freshly sired vampires felt the connection to the leader of this cult, their will was apparently strong enough to even turn these vampires fanatical, as their last words were normally, “Hail Dagon!” before Seraph placed a UV round in their heads, their bodies erupting into dust and charred flakes in the air.


The more leads he got, the more of a threat this Cult became to Seraph. They were siring people at an accelerated rate. Particularly the homeless, and people with no significance to anyone. Rather than feed on them, they sire them and bring them into the fold. “Command, Operative Seraph reporting. Mission Directive File Number 6615, another Cult Member. They’re branching out to the homeless.” A voice came in over the intercom on the other side, albeit in static to the ears of anyone else that did not understand the coding. “Confirmed,” Seraph replied, “I think I found him. City surveillance has images of an individual with a body temperature of barely 70 degrees walking the city, and yet did not look like the run of the mill vampire.” He was placing a lot of faith on this being him, but the further he got into the vampiric infestation within Manhattan, the closer it was to a book shop, and when this man exited the bookshop, he could not take any other chances. The voice confirmed and then there was silence. Seraph knew that it was suicide to take on this particular vampire in close combat. He did not even know if he was blind to this particular vampire’s senses or not. If he was as strong at Luiniel thought, then his senses were probably just as powerful. Seraph had to plan everything, precisely if he was going to kill this vampire.


Seraph prepared a higher concentration of Ultraviolet liquid for his rounds. Encasing them in a lead pouch until use, he doubted their efficiency to kill Dagon, but with any luck, they might weaken him a bit. Even if they did, he had to account for how pissed the vampire would be, and dealing with what strength he had left. With any luck, Luiniel was keeping an eye on him.

Tracking Dagon to the club, Seraph walked in, and caught glimpse of another familiar face: the girl from the station. She had been with the Phase II, who had saved Dark. “The plot thickens…” He muttered, walking to the second floor of the club, keeping an eye over the two as they spoke. For someone worshipped as a god, he loved to act human. If Seraph had a dollar for every time a vampire was worshipped as a god though… He needed to draw him out, and keep from making a scene within the full view of the public. In any event, he needed to keep the casualties to a minimum. Closing his eyes, he opened his lips ever so softly and let out the faintest of whispers, as he sat in the back corner, “Dagon…” Curious as to whether the vampire would hear.

[Jo]

It took but a moment to know he had won the "debate" before there even was one. Within moments they were back at a table while she looked on her with a smirk. He seemed quite satisfied with himself after all, he now had the company of a beautiful woman and cover. Taking a moment to consider his next move, he made small talk with her to seem like he was blending into the crowd. There was always a second reason for why he did anything. Even if the plan made no sense at all, like a child's crayon drawing, you could bet that he would stick to it. "Someone owes me an explanation for something, but gods no. This music is computer generated noise, I'm quite certain everyone in here ate paint chips as a child." he said. There was no smile to indicate a joke, he actually seemed rather serious.

He looked at her for a long while and if Tera was here she would be jumping over tables to punch Dagon in the mouth before he could speak. "Better off for it I say. Parents try to mold you into their image and hold you down. Don't let that rob you of a little fun in your life. What's the point of living if you're not going to enjoy it, take it from a geezer." he said. Removing a cigarette from his breast pocket, he lit up right in the middle of the club which was clearly no smoking. It was clear that he had zero regard for the club rules or public laws, he simply did as he wished knowing he would skate on by.

"Music died a long time ago my love." he said with a sad expression. For Dagon his interest in music died right around the end of the 60's. Sure he enjoyed the occasional folk tune every now and then but that was pretty much it. Same thing could be said when it came to film, though he still enjoyed them. Unfortunately he was that person that talked right through an entire movie. Taking a drink of his bourbon after taking a drag on his cigarette, he closed his eyes for the briefest of moments. He was looking for the mark but instead something much more interesting happened; someone used his name. It ignited a sense of excitement in him that he had long forgotten.

Suddenly the switch inside of him flipped and he went from the charming pretty boy to the predator. Opening his eyes, he smirked at Merry and got out of his seat. "Let's go check out the V.I.P lounge. I promise it will be entirely safe and a lot of fun." he said as he extended a hand towards her. If she took it he would drag her along behind him, up the steps and right into the general area of the source. Pausing for a moment, he pretended that he was looking down at his watch as he let his peripheral vision scan the room along with his hearing. There were many people here dancing but not many of them had such a slow heart rate compared to what he was picking up.

There was an anomaly in the room and he was good at figuring out mysteries. The sound of blood flowing was all around him yet the particular sound he sought out was not as close or so it seemed. This was where he figured all he had to do was find the oddity in the room. As he wandered he came closer and closer to Seraph's position on the second floor until he realized that he could not hear the beat of one man as loudly as the others. A clever trick if he were alone but the noise around him made it seem like a moot point right now. No fledgling would have ever seen through the deception, however.

"You're not here to stand between me and what I want are you? I can promise you won't enjoy the rest of the night." he asked as he came to a stop right next to where the man sat but about two arms length away. Dagon was not sure who the man was so he assumed that he might be working security for his true mark. The last time someone got this close to finding him they were dismembered, he assumed this new worm would take precautions. "So right to the point then, what would it take to make you stand up and exit this dreadful hole in the wall?" he asked.

[Merry Lovelace]

"Well I hope it works out." she said to his commentary, "What kind of music do you like?" she asked him out of curiosity. She had no idea why he'd even bothered with her. She was nothing compared to him. She didn't know terribly much about him other than he was an ancient vampire. Beyond that, she didn't think it polite to press. Some supernatural beings got annoyed when you pried into their business and she really didn't want to get on his bad side.

"You should come to my concerts. I play classical music on the piano and violin." She offered. She hated to see him looking so hang dog and if he permitted she patted his hand gently. Normally, if he'd have been a close friend she'd have hugged him but she doubted he'd appreciate such liberty. "I think it might cheer you up." She added with a soft smile. When he lit up she ignored it. She wouldn't be the one to scold him on his habits.

His commentary on her parents made her blink, "My parents weren't around to teach me bad habits unless you think that being a workaholic and never being home a habit to teach me." She murmured softly. She loved her father but the only thing he had really taught her was magic and that wasn't something she was going to give up.

Inwardly she sighed, she knew Alistair was not someone you could trust very easily. She knew he was quirky and difficult and couldn't really relate to others and so rather than get upset she just decided to let it go. Taking a sip of her coke she waited for him to change the subject. Which he did quickly by bringing her to the VIP area. She followed along more out of habit than of anything else.

Blinking as he drug her over to a strange man that looked like he had business with Dagon she blinked, "What is going on, Alistair?" The man in front of them gave her the creeps and she felt the hair prickle on the back of her neck.

[Seth Young]

The blade at his side was warm, but hidden within its sheath. The sheath itself was installed into the coat itself. He wondered how the ballistic fibers would hold against this Ancient’s strength, and just how far he could last before he would have to draw the blade. This was the first time Seraph was truly up against an apex predator. Vampires beneath this one were threats on their own, but predictable. Seraph had terabytes worth of data files on various scenarios in which to take down certain types of vampires, from newborns to even a rare couple on Elders. However, even Seraph felt the reality of the uncharted waters he swam upon. This was uncharted territory, even for him. From what Luiniel described of this being, it was a creature that was spawned from god-like beasts that perverted the world with their mere existence at the beginning of everything. The most ancient type of evil, that only existed in a few phrases within the demonic and ancient mage glyphs the Hunters had collected in archives. From what Seraph understood, these creatures spawned a lot of the modern creatures that walk the Earth. It answered a lot of Seraph’s own questions about how each of these creatures came to be. Whether they were evolutionary freaks of nature, or just unholy abominations from Hell. Whatever the truth, this Ancient was responsible for the vampire race. It was because of him, that many humans have lost their lives through the untold ages he had lived.Whatever it took, he would kill this Ancient, even if he had to use Luiniel’s blade to slice him into chunks.

When Seraph got a better look at the Ancient, he couldn’t help but smile as he took in what he saw. However, the smile faded as Dagon spoke at last. Looking at the girl that followed, his suspicions were confirmed about the girl. “Don’t worry, I just want to have a little private meeting here with…Alastair.” Seraph said in a faded sense of reassurance. He dared to sit up and take a single step forward, putting him now within arm’s length of the Ancient. “You know, I was personally expecting something more frightening. I’ve seen a few Elders that look worse than my boss in the morning, and yet I would not even take you for even a newborn, let alone what you really are. Tell me, what’s your secret?”

There was no telling what this vampire would do now. He could attempt to kill everyone in the room, and if Seraph failed, nobody here could hope to stop him, or get away. Seraph would not dare try to instigate a fight so openly, and risk exposure, but he had to see this through. “I take it you’re a hard person to find for a reason. Perhaps you’ll want to keep your cover protected by not moving too hastily in public.” Seraph warned, making a move towards the stairs, knowing that Dagon could not pass up losing this man.

[Jo]

There was a moment where he thought he felt something strange about the man. Dagon passed it off as paranoia, however, as he was known to be quite insane. "If I have my way love, nothing is going on." he said with a smile as he looked at Seraph. The man stood at eye level with him, the two of them being of the same height. Yet he could not help but feel like this person before him was a lot stronger than his outward appearance. Could he stop Dagon here? Probably not, no, but there was always the chance that there was something out there that could bring him down. "Just stay behind me and you won't get hurt, I hope." he added with such a casual tone. Dagon was not the one who could guarantee Merry's safety, that was Cerberus. He was just as likely to add her to the blood bath as he was save her.

"Well we can't all be all brooding and imposing. What you see is what you get I'm afraid, just plain old me. As for my secret? I am not sure you want to know that, might make your skin crawl." he said with a grin on his face. He could see that the man was preparing to fight him if he had to but the biggest downfall was that Dagon was not above destroying everyone here. There was no way he could fight Dagon and protect the people around them and so if he was a goody two shoes hunter then he was out of luck. "You can still take my offer now you know. Bugger off, don't look back and you get to keep yourself whole. I have business with a mate here and once it is concluded no one else needs to die." he said.

He got the impression that this man was not the sort to back down or be intimidated by words. Dagon could not help but shake that feeling of dread, whatever it was, that was clouding the back of his mind. There were whispers in his mind telling him to tread carefully, whispers digging deep and driving him mad. This was the loudest he had ever heard the whispers, his eyes glossing over for a moment as he seemingly went somewhere else. Of all the times, now seemed to be the most inconvenient moment they could have chose to split his consciousness from his mind. After what seemed like ten seconds in the club, he snapped back before shaking his head.

There was a dark smile replacing the previous playboy grin he held before. "I don't believe I've made me-self clear have I? I don't give a damn what happens here. I'll kill them all, it's not the first time a massacre was my only option. I will survive long after they round up my kind, even if this little stunt outed the rest of us." he said making a sweeping gesture with his hand.

"So what's it going to be? Do we take of our shirts and thrown down like men?" he asked.

[Merry Lovelace]

This was the scary shit that Merry hated. All she had wanted to do was dance, drink a little and take a cab home so she could sleep in the next day but no, here she was, standing next to two men who could kill her as soon as look at her.

Seth just gave off that don't fuck with me vibe that Supernaturals with attitude had. This was not good in any sense of the word. "Ummm no offense or anything but this is not exactly a good place for a supernatural arm wrestling match. While I don't doubt that both of you are..." she coughed, "Well endowed in the power department there are just some things you save for the locker room if you catch my meaning." she said that as gently as she could, hoping the blond idiot (as she came to think of the stranger that was trying to throw down with Dagon) would actually care about casualties.

"Seriously, are you touched? Alistair could beat you to death with your own dick before you bled out much less before anyone noticed. If you really want him to kill you then lets at least keep it classy and step outside where they have a small chance of power washing your remains off the sidewalk." Merry was not normally so bold but she was thinking this guy was a moron, "Just let him do what he needs to. Not that I know what exactly that is, yet. And I'm sure a lot more people will survive to regret their hangovers in the morning." She'd stayed behind Alistair on principle. She knew his moods could be touch and go, she'd seen it.

His face going vague made her eyes go wide. Now was not the time for this. "Shit." she hugged herself till he came to, sighing and wincing slightly, "Who are you anyway? If your stupidity is going to get me killed I want to write my family a note letting them know what happened."

[Seth Young]

Priest was often the wild card in a few of Seraph’s missions. He was one of ten Hunters, who were aware of Seraph’s very existence and was often brought in for what Seraph called, “Priest’s Background Work”. What that normally meant, was while Seraph was the muscle in virtually every mission they had worked on in the past couple of years, fighting the small nests of vampires, or dens of werewolves, or even the occasional carnivorous pixie attacks, Priest was the one setting up the traps, ensuring that certain things exploded when needed for Seraph, and also acted as getaway in a couple of occasions. Tonight, Seraph needed Priest for his very title by providing him with a few advantages that night. The first, was to trail him. Rather than a group, the Hunters often walked in long distances, with the secondary Hunter following the trail of the first.That night, Priest followed the remains of the burnt vampires before tracking Seraph to a night club. As Seraph entered, Priest was already entering through the underground, tapping into the water pipes that entered and exited the club. A routine blessing, and Priest had brought a bag full of special rosaries from the Vatican. Reinforced dogwood crucifix, along with prayer beads made of the same branch. A special wire held them in place, so as to keep the crucifix from flowing away in the pipes. Kneeling, Priest crossed himself and began to pray over the water pipes, when suddenly a voice came from behind him. “Hey, buddy! Whddya think you’re do-ahhh!” A security worker started to say, but was cut short when a taser hit his side, sending 50,000 volts into his body before rendering him unconscious. Retracting the taser, Priest silently continued praying, adding in a request of forgiveness for tasering an innocent man, who simply got in the way.

Seraph looked at the odd ancient, and his seemingly playful attitude that he had at first. When the girl began talking, he looked her way and said, “Tell me, do you feel better now that you spoke your peace? Believe me when I say you’ll want to stay out of this one. I’m only here for Alistair...or should I say, Da-” before he could finish, the Ancient was suddenly standing anew, as if reborn into a darker state. Seraph listened to Dagon’s threats, and he believed him. The vampire did not care if he was exposed, or if he brought everything down, and Seraph realized the mad vampire he was dealing with. He wasn’t just threatening the run of the mill exposure, he was promising a massacre. Seraph’s metallic gaze locked with Dagon’s, and he saw within the blackest part of his pupils, the thing that existed behind the human form before him. If the girl saw what he saw, if anyone in the club saw what he saw, then they would run. They would run as far as they could, and now stop until they were far from the city, itself. In Dagon’s eyes, Seraph now knew the definition of what Luiniel meant when he stood before this Ancient. He was an abomination beyond any other creature, and although Seraph stood, knowing the high possibility of his death, he knew that he could at least save the people in the club before it was too late. Although he stood against what now seemed to be someone incredibly taller, despite being near height, Seraph felt the presence of someone near, and despite his own will keeping him planted, the voice in his head to prepare himself kept his grin from fading, long after Dagon’s threat. “You’re powerful, I can see that now, but if I die, I die. Though, between you and me, it’s not that I’m suicidal, it’s just-”


As he finished his prayer, Priest stood, and walked over to the control box, the system already accessed and opened as soon as Seraph entered the building. All Priest needed to do now, was send a small file across the server, to ensure systems were ready. Seraph would know when it was ready, as long as he was within the wavelengths of the server. With a click of the button, the information was set, and Priest was picking up the stunned guard, and applying the necessary procedures that were taken to ensure 100% deniability of Hunter presence. Once all surveillance had been acquired, rosaries obtained, and the guard’s taser burns treated, everything was packed, and Priest was gone before the guard came to. Priest was moving back through the tunnels and exiting at the far end of the city, his part in the mission complete.


“-I need to know.” Seraph simply said as the emergency sprinklers suddenly came on within the club, drenching many of the inhabitants within. When a few of the inhabitants began smoking and shrieking in agony, someone shouted, “Sulfuric acid!!” As everyone besides Seraph, Merry and Dagon, who was standing seemingly unscathed from the downpour of holy water that was falling into the club, drenching everyone. Seraph’s best guess, was that the ones that were burning below were either vampire, or demon, but he knew that they were probably severely burnt by the time they made it out. Whoever shouted that it was acid was not entirely wrong, but not entirely right either. As the girl asked who Seraph was, he looked to her and said, “For the moment you can call me interested, as to why your friend here is not screaming in pain like some of the exiting patrons.” Seraph scanned the club through his peripherals, trying to find something that he could grab, or use at a moment’s notice against the Ancient, but it sounded like nearly nothing would truly affect this creature.

[Jo]

Dagon smirked as the girl chimed in on their little pissing contest. She was searching for ways to defuse this but there was not much she could do short of casting spells on them. This was a direct challenge and he was not going to back down from Seth now no matter what. That hellish primordial influence washed over him remaking him into the beast. Surely he was a god in the flesh, full of ego and the power to make his dominance known against any foe he had ever stood against. "Here is the perfect place for a battle. After all, a good fight really works up an appetite." he said casually. Would he actually kill everyone here during this fight? Yes, yes he would and he would enjoy ever moment of it. Dagon by no means was a "good" vampire. Sure he had self control at times but when the blood lust came he let it take the drivers seat nine times out of ten.

He was really feeling it now, his ancient heart increasing in tempo from it's insanely low bpm. His blood felt like it was boiling in his veins as he gave in to the dark god inside of him. Like the dreamer he was total chaos and destruction. "You may want to find a closet or something love." he said with a voice cold as the arctic. She would be the only one he let walk away from this as Cerberus would fight him on that. He could not very well have what he called his "best mate" challenge his terrible decision. Once he made himself clear his eyes became soulless pools of darkness as he was overwhelmed by the monster within him.

A single step forward was all he would manage to take before the sprinkler system activated it's self. A down pour of holy water that scorched the lesser beings in here rained from above. Many went running from the club, humans included as they believed the water to be some form of acid. "Now you've just gone and spoiled me fun. If there is one thing I don't like it is hunters standing in my way. Plus you've gone and ruined my favorite suit." he said with a wicked smirk. The end of it was rather funny actually as his closet was full of the same suit pretty much infinitely repeating down the rack.

In the blink of an eye his hand extended, grabbing Seth by the throat if he did not react. Yet instead of simply being done with it, Dagon liked to play with his food. Attempting to toss the man across the room, when he crashed down upon the tables Dagon would turn slowly and walk towards him. Each step was slow, showing that he was not concerned or threatened by the hunter. "Clever trick, got to hand it to you though. Would've worked on any other vampire." he said.

[Seth Young]

The holy water splashed down on top of the three of them continuously. Watching as it failed to affect Dagon in any way, shape, or form. It was amusing to see it not affect Dagon the way it affected vampires, or even Dhampirs, who would have at least gotten what would have looked like a nasty chemical burn from it. On Dagon, it washed through him like it was just regular water. Seraph stood impressed at what he saw, which was the most unique vampire in existence. As Dagon declared that Seraph spoiled his fun, the Hunter knew that this was it. He could use the sword now and be done with this, but he had to know. There was no way he could pass the opportunity to kill a progenitor of a species. Especially such a pestilent one as vampires. “Pity, you’ll be wearing it to your grav-”

Seraph watched the Ancient move, but before he could get even so much as a punch in, he was already in mid-air, and suddenly, he crashed into the bar tables below, creating a body-sized crater in the dance floor. It was at this moment, lying in the rubble of wood, metal, and a bit of concrete, that Seraph realized that he probably should have shot him when he had the chance. A normal man would have died from being tossed at such a force. Of course, that’s the mere understatement of things. The truth was, if Seraph had been a regular man, his entire skeletal system would have been obliterated by the impact, broken bones stabbing all nearby internal organs, or protruding from flesh. However, Seraph’s nanite-infused cellular structure allowed him to not only survive the impact intact, but merely have a strong ringing in his ears, as he slowly began to move, and slowly get up as he heard Dagon’s steps.

Well, that went well… he thought to himself, thinking that this could be the first time in awhile, where he would probably have been sore in the morning. At least he had Dagon in a confident attitude, more or less. The Ancient seemed completely unaware that Seraph held an instrument to do damage, but even so, he could not just use it, just yet. There were still things Seraph needed to see and understand. Perhaps the UV bullets would be enough to at least slow him down? Or they would probably do nothing, and he would be left with his only other resort: The blade. He slowly began to rise as the Ancient moved towards him, predator meeting prey at last. Seraph pulled his selected firearm out: .50 cal Magnum revolver. If any firearm had any potential in taking this thing down, this might have been it. If anything, Seraph rationalized that it might at least distract Dagon enough to use the Blade, but Searph hoped this would have been enough. Mankind could not rely on magic, science had to become magics equal at some point. “Pretty fast, I underestimated you,” Seraph congratulated the vampire, mockingly, “here, shots are on me!” He said before opening fire, a deafening boom filling the nigh-empty club.

[Merry Lovelace]

There was no doubt about it, the guy that was challenging Alistair was a grade A Asshole. "Actually, I do feel better thank you for asking." She smarted back. This guy deserved to have his ass kicked, "You have got to be the most selfish dumbass motherfucker I've ever met. Pissing off an ancient for what? A bloodbath?" She knew this was being escalated by the stranger and part of her hated him for it, "The blood of these people is on your hands asshole. I hope you feel good about yourself."

Alistair's commentary made her sigh. "Do you really have to go all murder happy?" she asked him as she felt the rain come down and rolled her eyes, "Great not only are you an asshole for putting everyone at risk, but you're a chickenshit who can't even fight his own battles."

Normally she would have tried to stop Alistair from kicking the guys ass but he deserved it. Watching the guy land hard made her wince in spite of her intention to stay the hell out of the fight. She moved out of the line of fire and made sure to stay off to the side so that if the two men decided to rumble she wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. Watching him pull his piece she moved her hands and tried to immobilize the bullets, "Enough of this! Guns are for cowards." she called as she waited to see what would happen next. As much as she hated Alistair in his insane mode the guy did not deserve to be taunted by a Hunter. "Alistair, do you really have to do this?" she asked him. She'd prefer to just get them the hell out of dodge and go home to a glass of wine and a cheesy romance novel. "You really don't need the testosterone poisoning."

[Jo]

Ah! This man was more durable than your typical hunter. The idea that he could be a good fight excited Dagon even more. Although he knew if he wanted a true fight all he had to do was start a war with Cerberus. There were some lines that Dagon could not be coaxed to cross however and that was one of them. It would take something as strong as a primordial in the flesh to convince him otherwise. Clapping his hands together, he rubbed them against one another eagerly as he watched the hunter come to his senses. His instincts masked his surprise as Merry still chimed in from the side lines of it all. Why had she not run like the frightened rabbit he could hear her heart say she was?

Just as he was about to turn to her, he heard the man draw a weapon. Preparing to close the gap, he stopped when he noticed that the shots froze in mid air. Perplexed by this, he raised a brow at the girl slowly. "Love if you could just freeze things then we did you not just freeze this monkey so I could remove him?" he asked with an amused tone. It was still not enough to stop him from what he was going to do but it did amuse him in the very least. No one was going to come between him and a kill tonight, that much had been decided. If not the hunter then some other innocent person who did not deserve it.

Walking forward, Dagon grabbed one of the bullets from the air and before the hunters very eyes ingested it. "I never understood why you hunters keep multiplying. Hundreds of years of this and you are no closer to wiping the rest of us out than you to curing your nasty diseases. If anything you should be asking us for our help, we could save your pathetic species you know." he said with a smirk. Of course he would never do such a thing, they were just food. Even if he liked the world with humans in it, it did not mean he liked them per say. Yet a lot of good that would do if people found out he actually existed beyond these walls. His kind could use him to become day walkers and that would be the worst thing that could happen if humans wanted to survive.

"What you going to do now captain? Your tricks are being revealed as just that, clever tricks with no real punch." he said. As he said the word punch he was already in the hunters face, delivering a punch that hit like a ton of marble in a sack.