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Tomb gives Bathory a look of pity, as one employer of dim witted henchmen to another, with a sigh she looks back at Lucard.

“The virus doesn’t infect vampires numb nuts, unless I’m paid I’m going to poison your feeding source comprende?” the figure snorted out a short laugh

“Think about it, well in your case hun at least pretend to think, Bathory is clearly a step ahead of you. If vampires can’t drink from humans, they’ll get desperate, sloppy, noticed, violent. Humanity will respond as it always does, by hunting you down, how long do you think this place will hold up against a modern army sweet cheeks?”

Pinata!

“An explosion, you think I’d go for something as damn simple as threatening to blow you up? Why my dear Bathory you must be getting senile in your old age.” The hologram steeped its fingers.

“The blood is life, I believe that is the saying correct?” her tone was condescending, the way one might talk to a puppy that kept doing its business on the rug.

“Now I’ve come into possession of a fairly unique virus, it’s hideously virulent, spreading through air and water well... like a plague.” The hologram looked back towards the pit

“While it has no major effect on the infected, save an eighty percent increased chance of cancer, what it does however do is make the infected blood totally inedible by vampires” she chuckled

“Ask Maria about it... when she pulls herself together, really now people these days, one little shock and they go completely to pieces Ahaha ahahaha hahaha hahahahaah” the hologram stopped stock still as if forcing herself to stop laughing.

“So here we have it, a ten percent tithe for your continued existence, else you face your entire parasitic coffin dodging race starving into oblivion.” The hologram looked Bathory up and down impudently “You don’t look the type that would slack on rations dear”

Poor fairy.

When the details of project diet are revealed, if they sound too 'god mod'y just assume that Tomb isn't playing with a full deck of cards...

Wha?

Why?

She deserves what ever she gets.

The hologram device swivelled as the hologram of the diminutive, crime boss called Tomb marched back and forth.

“Do be a dear and keep your pets silent Bathory, a good hostess should know when to muzzle her animals after all.”

The hologram stopped pacing.

“What I want is simple... M..O..N..E..Y” though her face was hidden it was clearly a patronising look she gave Lucard

“For the hard of thinking that spells money” the hologram turned back to face the Countess.

“Not that much money, only ten percent of the annual profits of every Vampire controlled organisation.” The hologram clapped its hand delightedly “We could call it a tithe.”

Manhacks are fun.

Maria blanched and gave a curtsy

“C..countess” she stammered before she yelped, a long blade extending from her stomach.

A second appeared from her side, a third from the other, she gave the countess a confused, pleading look before she fell in half, split at the waist.

A ball like device rose from the lower half of her body, as both parts of the vampiress fell back into blood filled pool. It bobbed in the air, hovering by aid of the spinning propellers that had so cleanly sliced the vampiress into pieces.

The device rose into the air a little, with a buzz the bottom of the device swivelled, revealing a camera like device that emitted a blue light, this light soon became a blue tinged hologram. A little girl in a body covering cloak, with a hooded cowl and skull like mask... she was also wearing a large sombrero.

“Hola ********!” the hologram of Tomb greeted the Countess glibly.

“She demands money... and has a means to threaten us” she paled a little and gave a shudder at remembered pain.

“I fear that if I repeat the tale too often, it will lead to open panic and perhaps even war.”

I can assure it may become worse...

For the most part the vampires had regained her human features, lips back to their normal pouty fullness, flesh lightly tanned. However her hands wouldn’t return until the metal caps were surgically removed....

She drank gorging herself as if she’d not eaten in weeks, when she rose from the pit, she resembled a greedy puppy belly swollen and distended.... well not really a puppy since they are rarely coated in blood.

She gives Lucard a smile and a look of such humble gratitude that it seems alien on her arrogant features.

“You may call me Maria, you have my eternal gratitude and thanks.” She said, struggling to remove the blood from her face.

Not being overly grim/off putting in my posts am I?

Instinct took over and the woman drank from the bottle, throat bulging with every noisy, greedy gulp that she took. She paused going tense, seemingly expecting sudden pain or punishment...

She started to cough, face down to floor, her spit slightly blood stained, as long splinters of wood began to fall from her mouth. Her skin lost its parchment like texture, becoming smooth and pink as the blood spread through her body.

“Girl... Tomb... message for Countess Bathory, to be given to the other Elders...” her words came clearer, stronger as her tongue started to re-grow “Please, she will know if I don’t deliver it.”

The woman looked up at Lucard, her eyes filled with gratitude though that human look quickly fled driven away by the pain and hunger. Up close it would be possible to see the appalling state of her wounds, only the super natural constitution of a vampire allowing her to function.

“Messsaaagge forrrr Baaaahory” she said pleading with the gate keeper, flecks of wood and broken tooth falling from her mouth as she croaked out her words.


Her eyes fall on the bottles, but she seems wary, cagey like a wild animal that fears a trick.

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The vampire screamed a horrid wet sound that lacked any real pitch. She had no tongue, and that made her cry more of a desperate gurgle, sparks rose from the metal caps at the end of her arms, as she began to strike against the gates of Castle Bathory, the booms of impact and shaking of the gates, showing the un-natural strength her twisted form still possessed.

She seemed more intent on being noticed, rather than breaking into the Castle.

When did the devs start attending the Blizzard school of development and marketing?

"Yeah you know the stuff we said would be in the expansion, when we sold it you? Yeah that's not in it."

High above Castle Bathory...

In a hybrid flying device, part helicopter, part jet.

Several burly looking men were pushing a large metal crate down onto a ramp, they paused with the crate at the edge.

“Are you sure about this boss?” one asked, holding the crate in position.

A young girl, dressed in black leather and cowl, with a skull like metal mask walked casually up to the crate.

“What’s the worst that the mangy cow can do to us?” she kicked the crate sending it spiralling into the darkness below “Adios!”

As the crate fell it whimpered...

The ground in front of the Castle, several tens of seconds later...

The crate hit the floor with a mighty crash, and the sound of tearing metal, slowly from the shattered ruins a face appeared, looking around cautiously...

The figure had bleached white skin, that stretched taunt over its skull, completely hairless, it whimpered as it looked up at the castle, it drooled toothlessly, giving a sort of eager begging sound, it squeezed out of the crate, it looked human... but ruined.
It had no hands, the bony lengths of its arms, ending in steel caps, it’s back was twisted causing it to stoop, and its belly was incredibly swollen, clad in the tattered remains of a red dress, it howled out in agonised hunger, seeking prey or entry into the castle...

That is a very real possibility :P

Edit to add:

And it gets worse.

Test subject one.

Week Three.

Subject is showing increased signs of degradation, obvious lack of fluids, skin has become tight and withdrawn, and teeth are near constantly exposed. Fingers have become skeletal, one would say claw like. The subject’s hair has fallen out and his skin has become pale, almost translucent and white in places.

As of O four hundred hours, the subject has ceased movement, nourishment was sent in with no response. Initially we suspected an escape attempt, however even left unguarded the subject did not move, nor did it when amputation was performed.

As of O eight hundred hours the subject has been disposed of. Incineration was the chosen method.

Test subject two.

“Pl...ease s...so thirsty...” a woman begged.

The woman was a cute young thing, all full pouting lips, and curled black hair reaching down to her shoulders. She was quite the looker, though her looks were currently spoiled by the ruined make up and mascara running down her face. She was dressed in expensive looking designer clothing, though her dress had torn in several places and her stockings had laddered and ripped. Around her ankles and wrists were several, overly large restraints, they almost looked comically large, the kind of things used for restraining elephants.

The room was clearly a cell, though oddly it was a large one, possibly a converted storage room, heavy cement walls, and a series of grates and drains on the floor. The restrained woman was not alone, several men and women dressed in white lab coats, wearing goggles and breath filters stood across the room from her, among them was one who was clearly a child.

“Beginning experiment” the child said, taking the cap of a marker pen and preparing to write on her clipboard.

Several of the white clad scientists’, took out measuring devices, camcorders and sound devices. Preparing to record the event; with both mundane and more exotic tools and methods. The doors opened, and two black clad men entered they were pushing another young woman, between them.

She was comparably poorly dressed, her short T-shirt showed off tell tale scars on her arms, the dark bags under her eyes, and the weird way she was walking, clearly showing that she was an addict of some kind. The men half guided, half dragged the junkie towards the bound woman, tossing her forward. She landed with a yelp.

The bound woman pulled forward... there was tearing flesh; a cry from a junkie, the room stank of blood and fear. The bound woman drank then cried out retching, mouthful after mouthful of stolen blood being forced from her body.

The two black clad men dragged the junkie’s body from the room, leaving a red smear across the floor. The vampire sobbed and groaned in pain, unable to keep down the blood that she desperately tried to lap up from the floor.

“Well ladies and gentlemen, it seems Operation Diet, works across all blood types.” Tomb said with a smile, as she and the scientist closed the door on the sobbing vampire.

Hmmm got some nasty/profitable plans...

The vampire dust will come in useful.... :P

Hmmm what's the current open season world situation?

My real life has calmed down some what.

Edit to add:

As in can people still join/rejoin?