Snufflesneak House ((Open RP, part of Open Season))

Yarg dropped into the Loading bay quietly. He looked around the room and headed for the computer. after careful searching he found, and pressed, the button marked 'Crab Apples'. Yarg faded into the shadows of a corner to watch what happened next.

Yarg quickly jumped across to the other side of the room and snatchedup the blood pack. Then looked down at the decending metal lift. He composed himself, then lept, falling onto the grate with a loud thud. He tucked the blood pack into his robes and got up slowly, checking his legs for damage as he stands.

Outside by the dumpsters, the dank wet floors where a drunkard once lied now showed nothing for it but a set of wet footprints trailing into the walls.

"Caught wind of some pretty interesting chatter before scaling up them walls. Turns out these part-time crooks had been paid by someone posing as the Countess to dig up these fresh vampires and bring them here. But the werewolf-looking beast was a genuine Courter and he didn't know nothing about the operation. Suddenly there was a change of plans and the poor undead kids were being tossed into the sewers. Figured with the gun-slinging Englishman holding them up, I had me just enough time to tail the wolf. I followed him through a patched-up tin roof and into the loading bay. At first I had to manoeuvre around several crates scattered around the cemented room but eventually caught sight of a ridged metal section built into the floor. The wolf creature reached a touch screen computer and somehow activated the metal floor. The whole damn place started to shake, boxes fell and split open, revealing rather curious contents; canned food, hollow needles and a blood bag. Basic stuff a madman might need to raise a bunch of monsters, or more innocently, a centre full of sick puppies. My money's on the former. Wolfman leapt into the hole and I followed through."

"Sup dog" I greeted. "I'm Hellskiller. I work with the Nighthunters. I understand you're with the Court of the Blood Countess? Yeah... you know the Pocket D crowd seem to think you beasts are misunderstood; that you're just a victimised bunch trying to get by. Me? I'm not so convinced. But you must have seen the news; a school of kids got blown up. As you might have noticed, some of them've been cursed with vampirism. I've tracked them here and probably so have you, so here we are. Now I don't think Bathory's done this, so how about you lot prove yourself; help me help you to get to the bottom of this case? Literally."

The room below was smaller than the loading bay, a silver box with a red button was placed at average head height, next to a painted red arrow that points up. At the north end of the room, is a metal door and next to it what appears to be a coal chute.

Yarg looked round at Hellskiller and snarled a little "back off half pint, you got two things wrong there and one right, some Nighthunter you are." Yarg walked up the metal door and ran his hand along it.

"first of, im not a wolf, im an Alien. Secondly, I dont work for the vampire Witch, im a Wolf Hunter and we happen to be on the same side. Names Yarg nice to meet ya. Now why dont you step back while I open this door, and be ready for anything behind it. I've done what i can for the kiddies for now, but i got orders so dont mess, and dont puke" Yarg growled.

Stepping back from the door, Yarg gripped tha handle in both hands, and pulled hard.

Jack watched the thugs flee back to their van. He considered shadowing them again, but without knowing where they were going he'd likely be walking into a trap. Besides, he had to make the most of the night hours while they lasted. Better to focus his efforts closer by.

"Bloody amateurs, eh," he muttered under his breath, before turning his attention to the unconscious vampire. "Requiescat in pace and all that, son," he said. "Easiest way for all concerned."

He quickly dispatched the vampire, disposing of the body in the adjacent storm drain, then return to the road and began to walk toward the building the van had been waved away from earlier. Maybe he'd find some answers there. He cloaked himself in darkness again as he walked, not wanting to be shot on arrival.

Yarg grunted "didnt think we needed to tell ya when we're looking for missing persons"

Yarg extended his talon claws and moved slowly down the corridor, his eyes half closed against the bright glare. Yarg listened to the music as he moved forward, seemingly not caring if the Nighthunter was following him or not. He began heading toward the source of the music.

At the first foot fall upon it, the corridor begins to change, a wave of squares spread out along the brightly lit floor, the white panels darkening as their true purpose is revealed... monitors. The first set showed a bird’s eye view of a room with a smooth metal foor. In this room two heavily robed figures were stripping one of the unconscious vampires down to its underwear, a third figure entered from off screen carrying neatly pressed clothes, which the still sleeping vampire was dressed in.

The next set of panels had their views split in two, showing mirrored versions of what appeared to be the same room, rows of open coffins, each next to a wardrobe, a desk, chair and little lamp. The only difference noticeable difference in the two views is that in one the coffins had sleeping boys, in the other girls.

The third view showed a room with several rows of desks and chairs, all facing towards a large table, where a hooded figure sat, shuffling some paper work.

The corridor ends in a double door, from which a muffled matronly voice says

“That was very good Gemma” as the music ends.

Yarg moved silently to the double doors at the end of the passageway. He wasnt sure about the videos being shown on the screens, but he new he couldn't see a purpose for them. He waved Hellskiller closer, listening intently at the door, and opening it a crack to look inside.

“It was very good, but you made several mistakes. Hands out girl” the matronly voice continued.

The room beyond hand dark wooden panelling, a thick plush red carpet and was warmly lit with a soft orange tinged light.

A figure crossed past the crack, a dark haired woman in a designer dress, she looked to be in her late twenties, but ‘expensively’ so.

A moment later there was swish, a crack and a girlish cry of sharp pain.

“Once again Gemma” the matronly voice ordered.

“Y-yes my lady.” A girls voice answered

The music started again.

Yarg gritted his teeth at the crack. No child should have to suffer such a thing He thought to himself. He slid his claws out silently and prepared to enter the room, nodding to Hellskiller to get ready too.

Hellskiller peeled his eyes off the disturbing images on the screen then followed the extraterrestrial Wolfhunter into the next room. "Am I the only one here freaked out by all of this?" asked Hells. "Who would run this sort of operation and for what purpose? I mean... a nest of vampire kids? Beneath a Fish Factory?"

In the room there is a large white piano, sat at the keys is a young girl, in her tweens, she has straight black hair, darkly ringed eyes and is wearing a similar uniform to the vampire children. She plays the same song as before, not even looking up from the keys as the door opens.

The woman, that had previously been seen through the crack, is taping the top of the piano with a ridding crop, which a theatrical slash of it front of the child’s face, the music stops.

“It appears we have guests, funny I don’t remember inviting anyone over” she says with traces of scorn and an arched eyebrow.

Yarg sighs, looking scornfully at Hellkiller. "I do wonder if it would be easier just to kill you so you dont blow our cover, talking while sneaking around, really, do you Nighthunters have no sence of secrecy?" He growls, slightly annoyed.

Yarg then moves into the room and looks straight at the lady. "I may as well come out with it, since my supposed ally decided it would be a good idea to give our position away. Well now, I am Yarg, and who might you two ladies be?" Yarg asks politely, his expression and manner suddenly having become almost gentlemanly.

Jack could hear voices ahead of him as he made his way along the underground corridor. The facility upstairs had been deserted, its "staff" having already fled, but this was promising.

He spotted the man and the... large... thing standing by the door, and stopped in his tracks. Whose side were these two on? At least, judging by what was being said, they were here for the same reason as Jack was, to find answers. That might make them allies.

He holstered his guns, made himself visible again, and walked forward casually, making no attempt to be quiet.

“Another quest, it’s getting to be like Piccadilly Circus here!” the woman snorted “I assume you’re here on some sort of mission, dreadful people, no respect for private property.”

She looked at the girl Gemma, frowning thoughtfully, then with whoosh of displaced air, she whips the ridding crop savagely against the girl’s throat. Gemma looks pained, attempts one wheezed breath, before she falls off her piano stool with a musical discord as her head strikes the piano.

“Right now the witness has been taken care of, would you care to explain what the hell you are doing here?”