My story!!!!

[Mike Windu]

Huzzah, my werewolf is included! MUAHAHA!

 

BTW: Spider Al - can I be your producer

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[Kain]

Originally posted by Spider AL

Stoker's Dracula... Lumley's Ferenczy... Wolfman's Blade... Wilson's Molasar... They all added something new to the genre of "vampire stories". The key I think is to explore some new angle or to make some untouched genre "vampiric" in some way.

 

Gothic horror, been done. Fantasy, been done. Action, been done. Romance, been done.

 

What needs to be done then? What hasn't been done before? Why, a vampire-romantic comedy of course! Starring Sandra Bullock as an accident prone but always bubbly queen of the damned who loses her blackened, shrivelled heart to Hugh Grant as an endearingly self-effacing English-type!

 

It's a surefire hit. My god, this time next year I'll be rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

 

My mistake, but everything that can be added has been. I mean **** man, Anne Rice's Lestat is a ****ing SAINT in the new book.

 

And if you ever...EVER...speak of Sandra Bullock in a movie again, I will be forced to make a small kitten drink a tub of acid...

 

...assuming of course the acid doesn't eat through the tub and onto my legs and feet. That'd suck.

[Spider AL]

everything that can be added has been.

I dunno, the scope of human imagination is pretty limitless... I've thought that the fantasy genre was well and truly plumbed in the past, but someone always pops up with something new every so often.

 

And if you ever...EVER...speak of Sandra Bullock in a movie again, I will be forced to make a small kitten drink a tub of acid...

I love kittens. I do like Miss Congeniality quite a bit too though, Sandra Bullock's performance in that was endearing in the extreme. So accident-prone yet bubbly.

[Mike Windu]

How about a story where the vampires are the good guys...?

 

Also, I couldn't help listing some Outkast lyrics...

 

Outkast - Dracula's Wedding

 

"You're, all I've ever wanted but I'm terrified of you. Say my castle may be haunted but I'm terrified of you. I cast my spell on millions but I'm terrified of you, see I do this from the ceiling but I'm terrified of you..."

 

That'd make for an interesting comedy.

[Kain]

This parts not done yet(as you'll see when you reach the end), I just figured anyone who was interested in the story would appreciate an update. BTW: Anyone who's character didn't make it into the main character brachet don't worry: I'll still use em, but just as bit players or in minor rolls. Sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings.

 

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It was four in the afternoon, and Spike couldn’t sleep. He was sitting on his bed, staring into space, resting his forearm on his risen knee. He was thinking about Dagger, what she had been doing in his room, and what she was doing now. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and let them dangle for a moment before standing up. He pulled a long-sleeved red button up shirt and put it on, leaving it unbuttoned. He pushed open the door to the main crypt. “Oh, Dagger you’re awake.” She was sitting on the couch, still in her slip, reading a heavy book.

Dagger quickly threw a blanket over herself. “You startled me. I was just reading up on that Augustine character you mentioned. Apparently, there are a lot of rumors about him, but nothing proven.”

Spike leaned over the couch and looked at the book. “What kind of rumors?”

“Regarding his age, his power, his origins. But like I said its nothing solid.” She handed Spike the book. “Read the third paragraph on the right page.”

Spike scanned it over. “What is this rubbish? ‘And thus, Augustine was born of Hellfire, bringing with him the demons and masters of old and heralding in a new era of destruction.’ That’s the biggest load I’ve heard in awhile.”

Dagger smiled. “Keep reading. It gets funnier in the fourth paragraph.”

“’Casus is known to bring entire buildings down to their foundations, and to shake the world itself. He controls legions of demons and other creatures of the night with the smallest exertion of will.’” Spike skimmed through a few more pages. “Oh here’s something. ‘He cannot be staked by any man or beast, and the only way to kill him is to cast him back into the Hellfire from which he was spawned. He ritually stakes himself in a fight to mock his enemies.’ Hell, I can stake myself. All it takes is a bit of fake wood.”

Dagger stood up. “Exactly – I’m starting to think this guy is nothing but a walking vampire myth. Nothing more than a few cheap parlor tricks and fancy moves.”

Spike rubbed his chin. “He hit real enough. Maybe next time I’ll call his bluff.”

Dagger took the book back and set it down on the couch. “If there is a next time.”

“What do you mean?”

‘I mean I want you to stay in tonight. If he beat you as bad as you say he did and he has Inquisition backup…” She looked at the floor for a moment. “I don’t want you to…”

Spike grinned. “Oh please, Dagger. First time through I didn’t know what to expect. Now that I know Leopold’s making buddies in the underworld, I’ll go in equipped well enough to take down an army.”

Dagger sighed. “Fine, but I want to be along side you when you go in, and don’t say no because no matter what you say, I’m going!”

Spike knew better than to tell her no after she made up her mind. “Fine, but Augustine’s mine.” Dagger started walking to her room. “Leopold too!” She slammed her door. “Bloody,” Spike sat down on the couch and picked up the television remote. “Three hours till nightfall…I wonder what’s on Nickelodeon.”

 

Augustine stepped out of the diner and lit a cigar. He shoved his hands into his pockets and started to walk down the street. The sun was almost down now, Augustine’s blood hunger was starting to return. He thought about sating his hunger on the Inquisition that had made plans to betray him, but decided to wait until Spike was dead. Just before he turned a corner, a car pulled up next to him. “Augustine Casus?” a voice from within called.

Augustine stopped and looked. He pulled his cigar from his mouth. “Who’s asking?” He looked inside the door.

“Please get inside. Father Leopold is looking for you.”

It was an Inquisition car. He could now see the cross imbedded into the dashboard. “Tell your master that I’ll return when I’m good and ready.” He turned away to start walking.

The car cut him off at the intersection. “Get in the car, Augustine, or we’ll be forced to put you into it.” Some men stepped out of the car.

Augustine looked at them and then looked at the sun. It would be another half-hour before Augustine’s power fully returned. He sneered at the Inquisitors, put his cigar back in his mouth, and got into the passenger side of the car. The Inquisitor driving wasn’t one Augustine recognized. “So what’s your name, boy?”

The Inquisitor pulled a knife and put it up to Augustine’s throat. “I don’t like you, creature. I don’t have to put up with you either.” He put the knife back in his coat pocket and started driving. “Put the cigar out, now.”

Augustine sneered and puffed his cigar. He flicked the ashes onto the Inquisitor’s legs. “Oops, sorry.” He kept smoking. “So where exactly are you taking me?”

The Inquisitor made a sharp right turn. “Back to the hotel, where you are to remain until Leopold arrives and tells you that you can leave. Am I understood?”

Augustine smiled. “Perfectly.” The car pulled up to the hotel and Augustine got out. “I can go to my room without escorts…if you don’t mind.”

The Inquisitors stayed in the car. “We’ll be keeping patrol out here…just to make sure you don’t try anything.”

Augustine turned around and entered the lobby. The attendant stopped him. “Mr. Casus?” She held out an envelope. “Someone dropped this off for you.”

Augustine took it. “Did you ask who they were?” He started opening the envelope. The attendant shook her head. “Good help is so hard to find anymore.” He read the letter. “Oh, my good ‘friend’ Messiah is in town.” He went to his room and sat down in an armchair. “Spike will have to wait. Messiah is more of a threat,” he thought to himself. The sun had finally set, and Augustine’s eyes began to glow red with the return of his powers. The glow faded a moment later.

Leopold entered the room in anger. “Where the hell did you go?!” He slapped Augustine.

Augustine growled and grabbed Leopold by the throat, lifting him up to the ceiling. “What did I tell you last night?! I am in control here! If you ever send your lackeys after me again, I will remove your throat in the bloodiest, most painful way you could possibly conceive!” Augustine threw Leopold against the opposite wall. “Now I have more important things to take care of than your pitiful hunt for Spike. Someone who poses an actual threat to me has just come back into town, and I have to take care of him before he takes care of all of us.”

Leopold rubbed his throat. He was visibly angry. “You are not to disobey me, Augustine! We have a deal!” He stood up. “You break the deal, and we’ll stake you where you stand!” A group of Inquisitors stood in the doorway. “Now start hunting for Spike.”

Augustine hissed in anger. “Fine. I’ll look for Spike. But as soon as I’m done with him, you are to inform the rest of the Inquisition that I am not a target and you are to leave town.” Leopold nodded. Augustine walked over to the window overlooking the city. It was still broken from the night before. “Get this window fixed before I get back.” He jumped down and landed solidly on the ground and began walking away.

“When you get back,” Leopold said as he looked down at Augustine. “You’ll be a pile of dust.”

 

Spike opened the door leading out into the graveyard. He was packing several weapons, but they were all hidden under his coat. He had a finely crafted sword strapped diagonally across his back, its handle and hilt hanging behind his shoulder. He puffed on his cigarette one last time and flicked it down, stepping on it, snuffing out the small flame. “Dagger, we’re going now or we’re not going.”

Dagger followed behind Spike. She was wearing a coat hiding her weapons, but her custom made throwing daggers were being worn across her belt in individual pockets. She kept a large hunting knife in the center of her belt, its handle crafted to look like a rose and its blade decorated with fine lacey patterns. It was a gift, hand crafted and designed, by Spike. “Where do we start looking? Augustine could be anywhere.”

Spike opened his coat and began checking his guns. “Well, he’s based at the Ramada Inn with the rest of his Inquisition pals, so we can start there, though crashing in through the front door – guns blazing – is a bad idea.” He put his guns away and counted his throwing knives.

Dagger crossed her arms. “Can I suggest recon. Place me across the street while you’re down the street a few blocks, or maybe circling the street?”

Spike pulled out his sword. The blade was wickedly curved several times, the hilt made to look like a vampire’s skull with four wings. It was his pride and joy. He ran his hand up and down the blade a number of times before placing it back across his body. “The Prowler is a bit noticeable. I’d have to get a car with less profile.”

Dagger smiled rather sinisterly.

Spike was knelt down, working at the lock of the small blue cavalier. “This lock is more complicated than I originally had hoped for. Must be electronic.” He pulled his picks from the lock. “I can’t open it without the correct electric code.” He stood up and dusted off his legs. “Any suggestions?”

Dagger examined the car. “Why don’t you just smash the window?”

“Because we want to incognito, not the bloody Dukes of Hazard.” He walked around the car.

Dagger looked at the driver’s side window. “Spike, it looks like this window is cracked a little bit.” Spike hurried over and looked at it, running his fingers across it. “See what I mean?” She sat down on the hood of the car. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Spike grinned, turning into a translucent cloud of vapor and slipping in through the window. He reformed in the seat, still grinning. “Good eyes, love.” He kneed underneath the steering wheel, causing the casing to fall down and exposing the wires underneath. He turned upside down and started cutting wires. “This may take awhile love. Keep an eye open.” There was no response. “Dagger?” Spike got up and looked. Augustine was holding Dagger up by her throat. “Bloody hell…”

Augustine grinned and threw her into the car door, smashing it inward. “Come on out Spike. That is unless you want your bitch here turned into a pile of dust.”

Spike sneered and smashed out the window. As he started crawling out, Augustine grabbed him by the back of the coat and threw him into a light post, causing the metal to bend outward. Spike stood up and cracked his neck. “So, you want to have another go, eh?” Spike pulled out a pair of pistols and began pulling the trigger, unloading the clip into Augustine’s chest. Augustine stumbled back, but stood fast, grinning. “Right then. Time to dance.” Spike pulled off his coat and tossed it aside. He was wearing a harness that held his sword, which he unbuckled and set aside. “No need for any of this.”

Augustine smirked as he pulled his coat off. “No of course not. Lets make this as fair as its going to get, weakling.” He unbuckled the sheath that held his knife from his belt and set it gently down on his coat. “I’m going to hurt you in ways that you never knew existed. Hurt you in places that you didn’t know you had.” He smiled evilly.

Spike stood between Augustine and Dagger, who was slowly dragging herself up from the ground. “He hits a lot harder than it looks like he can,” said Dagger. She began pulling out her dagger.

Spike raised his hand to her. “No…this is between me and him.”

Dagger took her hand away from her dagger. “Always so stubborn.” She pulled herself onto the hood of the car, crossing her legs and getting comfortable to watch the oncoming fight.

Spike charged at Augustine, throwing a hard right, which Augustine promptly blocked and returned with a swing of his own. Spike was able to raise his hand to block the impact and gripped Augustine’s arm. He pulled Augustine around and threw him over his shoulder. Augustine landed gracefully on his feet and hit Spike directly beneath the jaw with a hard uppercut, knocking Spike on the ground. Spike sprung up instantly, and threw his arm at Augustine’s face, which was again blocked. Augustine held Spike’s arm and began punching him in the chest and stomach. Spike brought his foot up, catching Augustine squarely in the side of the face, knocking him down. Spike spun away from Augustine and entered a defensive stance. “You’re good, Augustine,” Spike smirked as Augustine began to stand up. “But I’m better. And now, I’m going to prove it.”

Augustine wiped his mouth and cracked his neck. “When I’m done killing you, I’m going to dust your little whore over there too.” He grinned evilly. “With much, MUCH, enjoyment.”

Spike smiled. “When you’re done with me, you’ll be nothing but a pile of dirt.” Augustine ran at Spike, swinging fiercely, but was blocked. Spike returned with a head-butt, catching Augustine right in the nose. Spike followed up with several elbows to Augustine’s chest, finishing with a jumping kick, catching Augustine downward on the top of his head, sending his face careening into the pavement. Spike kicked Augustine once in the head and stepped back. “Heh, where’s all that fury you had last night?” Spike kicked Augustine again.

Augustine hopped back up to his feet and swung at Spike, catching him with a glancing blow to the side of the face and nearly sending him to the ground. Spike recovered and spun aside just before Augustine came down on him with an overhand bash. With Augustine’s arms down, Spike spun around and caught Augustine if the side of the head with the heel of his boot, knocking Augustine down onto the pavement face first. Augustine struggled to his feet. “Incredible. Improvisation, quick reading. I’ve never fought anyone close to your skill.”

Spike raised his fists. “No talking, just fighting.” He charged at Augustine, throwing his fists at him in a quick flurry, most of which was blocked by Augustine. The last punch was able to pass through Augustine’s defenses, catching him just below the ribcage and sending him into the air and crashing down onto the pavement again. “Vampires in servitude to the Inquisition…what the bloody hell did you think was going to happen?!” Spike lowered his hands. “You’re not going to win, Casus. Your best bet is to yield and accept me as the better vamp.”

Augustine sneered, spitting blood at Spike’s feet. “You make me sick. You really think killing me will make a difference? Soon we’ll all fall to the Inquisition’s blade, or a Hunter’s, or even one of those mongrel lycanthropes.” He stood up arrogantly. “We will meet again, and when we do, only one of us will walk away.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small card. “Do me a favor until then. Kill Leopold.” He tossed the card to Spike.

Spike looked at the card, then raised his head to Augustine. “You want me to kill your boss? Why should I even trust you?”

Augustine smiled. “I never said you had to trust me. I just said to kill him.” He turned and picked up his dagger and coat. “Do it or don’t, I could care less. As soon as he finds out I broke our deal, he’ll leave town. Damn coward.” He started to walk away. “Of course…if he doesn’t find out before you have a chance at him…” Augustine had disappeared into the shadows.

Spike turned to Dagger. “What do you think?” He handed her the card.

Dagger examined it closely. “It looks authentic enough. I don’t know, though. The last two exchanges you had with Augustine have been violent. He could be leading you into a trap.”

Spike picked up his weapon harness and began putting it back on. “Then again, he could have just given me Leopold’s head on a silver platter.” He reached down and picked up his coat.

Dagger pushed off the car and turned around. “Well, if you’re going to go after Leopold, I want to be a part of it.”

Spike sighed. “Fine, but if you die, I’m going to be really upset.” He pulled his coat over his shoulders.

Dagger grinned. “What’s the plan, boss?”

 

Leopold was half-asleep in the armchair. It had been an hour since Augustine had last checked in. Leopold looked at his watch and grumbled. “He’s a half-hour overdue for a check-in.” He walked over to the door. The guard was staring at him. “Step aside, soldier.” The guard stared blankly at Leopold. Something was horribly wrong. “What the hell?” The guard fell inside, almost knocking Leopold down. There were several throwing daggers in the side and back of his neck and head.

Dagger was standing behind the guard smiling evilly. “Hey there, Father. I have sinned.” She pushed Leopold back into the room and closed the door behind her. “Don’t worry, he bled to death before he drown on his own blood. A lot less painful.” She pushed Leopold down into the armchair and sat down on the end of the bed, crossing her legs. “Nice room you got here. Well, except for the big broken window.”

Leopold stood up. “Vile beast! Prepare yourself for the fires of Hell!”

Dagger pulled out a large handgun and pointed it at Leopold’s head. “Sit down or I’ll blow your mind with my ability to read your mind.” Leopold looked at her puzzled. She sighed. “Get it? Blow your mind, as in blow it all over that wall behind you and then anyone can read it.” Leopold’s expression didn’t change. “You Inquisitors. A century and a half later and you STILL haven’t developed a sense of humor.”

Leopold sat back down. “You must be Dagger. I’ve been hunting you almost as long as I’ve been hunting your partner in crime.”

Dagger put her free hand to her cheek, still pointing the gun at Leopold. “Well golly, I’m just so flattered. You really know how to swoon a girl, don’t you?” She shook her head and put her hand back down on the bed. “Spike will be here in a few minutes. He’s just mopping up the rest of your guards downstairs. Good thing you booked the entire hotel – we wouldn’t want any innocent bystanders in the crossfire now would we?” She put her hands together, as if praying. “I don’t want to taint my soul with such an act.”

Leopold sneered, getting visibly aggravated. “Vile witch! You have no soul! None of you do! You’re all beasts that deserved to be slaughtered in the most brutal of fashions.”

Dagger pulled the hammer back on the gun. “Keep on talking like that, God-boy. The only reason you’ve lived this long is because I promised Spike I’d try to keep you alive until he got here.”

[IG-64]

Wootah, 'nother chapter ^_^

 

Was great, noticed a few errors, like you couldn't decide what wording to put in it so you just left them both in for now, but I know your not done with it yet.

[Rogue Nine]

It's a beautiful thing. Use it.

[Kain]

Originally posted by IG-64

Wootah, 'nother chapter ^_^

 

Was great, noticed a few errors, like you couldn't decide what wording to put in it so you just left them both in for now, but I know your not done with it yet.

 

Wha-? Where? Do you mean the dust/dirt part?

 

Note to self: Proof read.

[IG-64]

I can't find all of them again, there were several of them, but they look like this:

 

Spike sprung up instantly, and swung threw his arm at Augustine’s face

 

“Well, if you’re going to go after Leopold, I want to be a part of it.” He

Spike sighed.

[Kain]

Originally posted by IG-64

I can't find all of them again, there were several of them, but they look like this:

 

Good lookin, man. I usually proof-read after I finish off a scene, and if I don't like the way it sounds, I delete like, ENTIRE sections, so some stuff gets left behind. Then and I tend to write when I'm tired, so words start bleeding together and my brain shuffles through like every possible word and my hands just move to the beat.

 

If anyone else notices anymore, PM me about them please.