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The Guild of Gamers: The Occultist by The Dark Wolf Shiro
Game X-overs & Worm Xover Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Fantasy, Words: 51k+, Favs: 2k+, Follows: 2k+, Published: Jun 30, 2023 Updated: Dec 8, 2024
536Chapter 1: The Red Thirst
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters and works, if you recognise it from somewhere else, surprise it isn't mine.
Betad by morde24, Atrius, Hermes, Priapus, Marethyu, Old man of the mountain, TheDonFluffles, Malcolm Tent and Mike, God of Lore
The Guild of Gamers: The Occultist
Chapter 01: The Red Thirst
I honestly don't think I did anything wrong, in the grand scheme of things.
"Alexander Shaw, for the crimes of aggravated assault, vandalism, fraud, arson, kidnapping, multiple counts of premeditated murder, along with too many more to list, you are found guilty," the fat judge says, their makeup failing to hide their unhealthy skin tone. "For the crime of driving under the influence, you are found not guilty."
See, I told them I wasn't driving drunk. I absolutely did the rest, however, but again, I believe I'm the victim here.
Despite my sentencing, my smile doesn't fade, ignoring the Judge's ever so dull ramblings to look towards the crowds, giving my adoring fans a wink.
Ah, the benefits of good luck, good looks, and fame. You can be a true monster and you'll still have fans swooning over you.
The Judge says I'm sentenced to death, but again my expression doesn't shift.
The advantages to being an a-list actor, faking serene calmness is entirely too easy.
I'm better than these peasants, a true artisan, how dare they judge me for my actions?
Long story short, I'm a former child actor turned superstar. A producer tried to take advantage of me when I was barely in my teens and I beat him to death with an award I'd won not two days before.
It got covered up at the time, due to my rising star, and things… developed from there. I personally believe that I'm merely a victim of the terrible Hollywood culture, corrupted by being dropped into that cesspool from such a young age by my gold-digging parents.
I should be pitied, not punished.
Do you want to live?
Hmm? Oh, hello voice in my head. Is that you, God? Here to absolve me of my sins.
You're more right than you think. Do you want to live, even if it means leaving this world?
I'd rather not die, if it's all the same to you.
You won't die, technically. You will be moved to a new world, given powers and a second chance.
And what is in it for you?
For now? Entertainment, we shall see if you're worth more than that.
Ah, so it's my eternal duty to be entertainment for the masses? So be it, I do love the spotlight.
Take me away, my mysterious friend, away from the consequences of my mischief, and the judgement of these fools.
A flash of light fills my vision as people shout in shock and fear, but their confusion isn't my problem as I'm spirited away by my saviour.
So, one last question.
What's your favourite mythical creature?
Why, the vampire of course. Was there ever any question?
I once played Dracula, my pale skin and long black hair making me fit the role perfectly.
Called it.
Have fun, and try not to die.
With that said, I feel my body start to change as I black out, never to see my home world again.
— Alexander Shaw —
Waking in some dark, dirty back alley, I wince at the overwhelming smells my nose can pick up, piss and faeces, vomit and trash.
This isn't a place for someone such as me, shaking my head as I stand up.
It looks like it's just after sunset, and my eyes are adapting to the darkness better than before.
[Occult System Online]
[Vampiric Fortitude]
Your vampiric body is far more resilient than mere mortal bodies, granting you both rapid regeneration and a body that can take far more punishment.
[Vampiric Senses]
Your vampiric senses are far stronger than those of mortals, granting yourself sharper vision, hearing and scent.
[Vampiric Physiology]
Your vampiric body is far stronger than a regular mortal's, granting you great speed and strength.
[Spider Climb]
As a vampire you can climb difficult surfaces, including upside down on ceilings, while keeping your hands free.
[Deathless Nature]
As a Vampire, you don't need to breathe, and mindless undead creatures will not perceive you as a threat unless you take aggressive actions towards them.
An influx of information fills my mind, only now noticing that while I was instinctively breathing, I don't actually need to at all.
[Weakness: Blood Thirst (Thirsty)]
You require a considerable amount of blood to survive, around one pint a day unless you are heavily using your powers. If you do not drink this much, your powers will start to fade, all weaknesses will become stronger and eventually you will fall into a feeding frenzy.
[Weakness: Fire (Major)]
Fire is a major weakness for you, dealing much more damage than usual, bypassing your defences and being much harder to heal.
[Weakness: Silver (Major)]
Silver burns you to touch, leaving painful burns that heal slower than usual. Silver weapons are especially effective against you.
[Weakness: Sunlight (Ultimate)]
The sun is your ultimate enemy, any exposure to the sun will cause the exposed flesh to incinerate almost instantly, taking much longer to regrow.
[Weakness: Stakes]
If a wooden stake is placed into your heart, it will paralyse you leaving you completely defenceless until it is removed.
Ah, perhaps 'vampire' wasn't the right answer, but as I take in my surroundings, some run-down city, I feel excitement stir in my unbeating heart.
I've always known I was better than other people, more beautiful, more talented, just all-around superior to the regular chaff, but now?
I've been given power to match my obviously superior nature, chosen by my mysterious benefactor and dropped into a world where I can thrive.
New knowledge tells me that I'm in a place called Brockton Bay, on Earth Bet. A world of heroes and villains, and now the supernatural.
My 'system' isn't just vampirism, I can sense that, that just seems to be what I'm currently limited to. How interesting.
It seems like my powers will grow if I act according to my 'class', I will grow as a vampire as long as I'm acting like a vampire.
Personality Analysed: Toreador preset selected.
[Celerity, Discipline of Dexterity: Novice]
[Cat's Grace]
You gain supernatural balance and grace.
[Rapid Reflexes]
Your reflexes are increased to the level of being able to dodge gunfire.
[Presence, Discipline of Emotions: Novice]
[Awe]
When you employ this power, those who are near you either want to be closer to you or shudder in fear, wanting to flee. It is an immediate and intense attraction, but not so overpowering that those afflicted lose their sense of self-preservation. Danger breaks the spell of fascination.
[Lingering Kiss]
Once you kiss a victim, through either the Blood Kiss or otherwise, you possess a lingering influence over them, staying in their mind for days.
[Auspex, Discipline of Sensing: Novice]
[Heightened Senses]
Allows you to elevate one of your senses beyond their already-supernatural levels.
[An Ear For Lies]
You have an innate ability to sense when someone is lying to you.
[Sense the Unseen]
You can sense things that are invisible or otherwise hidden if they come within your range.
I have no idea what a Toreador is, but I won't complain about gaining more powers.
But I have a pressing concern, because I'm thirsty, and this isn't a thirst that can be quenched with water.
A test, from my new patron? To prove I can hunt for my own food with my new powers?
My next problem is the prison jumpsuit I'm wearing, though my handcuffs have been removed.
Stripping out of it, I stuff the ugly jumpsuit into a dumpster. I'd rather be in nothing but my boxers than wear such an ugly shade of orange for one second more.
Thinking for a moment, I walk up to the wall and experimentally place my hand on it, then my foot, as I start to walk up the vertical surface.
It doesn't take me long to reach the top, looking out over the city below as I consider my next move.
I need better clothes and I need blood, so perhaps I should find a place where I can get both?
This neighbourhood seems run-down, more industrial than residential, not a place I would normally be found.
My ears faintly pick up the sound of music, focusing as I heighten my hearing and make out the muffled sound of a party in the distance.
My nose can pick up the chemicals in booze and weed coming from that direction as well, if I heighten that sense instead, though I can't identify them from here.
If I was closer? Well, let's say Hollywood taught me my recreational drugs.
But I can't show up to a party in nothing but my boxers, no matter how amazing I look, frowning as I switch back to heightening my hearing.
I need clothes, and I don't want to risk being around too many people with a thirst this strong.
I don't know how strong I am, nor how fast or how tough, so I don't want to take chances just yet.
Moving across the rooftops, I listen as I pass over houses, able to leap from rooftop to rooftop as long as they aren't too far apart, finding a house where I can barely hear breathing but no movement.
Moving down to the ground level again, I carefully check the doors and windows, finding them all locked. Makes sense, this doesn't seem like a good neighbourhood given the gang signs.
No key left around either, unless they've got a good hiding place and I don't know how to pick a lock.
Climbing the wall around back, I move to the window and peek in, seeing a couple sleeping together, unaware of the nocturnal predator peering in at them.
I don't know the details of this world, I don't know how strong the heroes are and I don't want to risk a fight on my first night.
Retreating in annoyance, I listen carefully again, finally finding someone out and about. I don't need to think too hard to wonder why they are out and about at this time of night, watching the hooded figure lurking around, wearing a balaclava under their hoodie.
Holding a crowbar, they make their way towards a store as I start my first hunt. He slips into an alleyway, never looking up as I drop onto him.
It's not exactly a perfect execution as he spins around at the sound of me landing, swinging the crowbar at me.
My reflexes are apparently good enough to dodge bullets, so a frantically swung crowbar is no real threat to me as I grab it, the metal creaking in my grip as I rip it out of his hands.
He stumbles back, a strangled cry of "Cape!" as he reaches for his waist, a gun tucked into his belt, but that seals his fate. I just wanted his clothes, but he's some nobody, the dregs of society willing to try to kill me to escape the consequences of his late-night actions.
I lunge forwards, grabbing his arm with one hand as my other lifts his balaclava enough for me to bite down on his neck.
My first taste of blood isn't exactly glamorous, nor is it particularly sweet as I pin him against the alleyway wall, reaching down for his gun and tossing it aside.
Pulling back after I've had my fill, I watch as the man slumps against the wall, pausing. He saw my face.
Stripping him, I change into the dirty jeans, white t-shirt and hoodie he was wearing, taking his balaclava as well before I hesitate.
Running a hand through my hair in frustration, my much more luxurious and thick hair than his reedy balding hair, I pause as I feel something.
Are my ears pointed?
A quick touch shows that yes, both my ears are almost elven in nature, long and pointed as they barely peek out through my hair.
Huh, I wonder what other aesthetic changes I have had, hopefully not too many. You can't mess with perfection after all.
Reluctantly, I put on the Balaclava after making the mouth hole bigger, picking the gun back up.
I prefer knives, but with a steady hand I take aim and put two bullets in the man's head and make my escape, back to the rooftops.
I run for a bit, eventually making a decision and listening once more, picking out the party as I slowly make my way towards the sound, sticking to the shadows as I once again take to the rooftops and watch the party below.
It's not as classy as the parties I'm used to, though just as degenerate. Drugs and sex abound as I lurk on my rooftop, watching the chaos.
I manage to pick out some words from my position, Skidmark, Merchants, Empire.
It's a victory celebration, apparently the Merchants are a gang led by Skidmark, presumably a villain, and they recently won some sort of victory against a group called the Empire.
What I want is for someone to break off, to go home where I can ambush them, but these idiots seem determined to party until they pass out, fucking and drinking as they take drugs I don't actually recognise.
The party itself isn't held in a house but in a scrapyard, for some reason, mostly open air giving me a good line of sight on the partygoers.
Just from how people act, I manage to pick out 'Skidmark', on a rotting recliner chair he's using like a throne, his dark skin patchy and his teeth rotten.
He looks as disgusting as his name, one arm wrapped around a trashy looking blonde girl with massive tits, one hand groping her breast through her tanktop.
I think she's called 'Squealer', and that walking pile of trash that's the source of such a unique smell is apparently 'Mush'.
I hate all three of their names, but apparently Mush and Skidmark beat someone called Stormtiger, so he's the man of the hour.
I don't need my considerable people skills to see that the girl he's currently got giving him a handjob doesn't want to be there, her face scrunched up in disgust.
I don't blame her, I've seen some very pretty women with very ugly men, but Mush is a deformed goblin of a man, his body twisted and hideous with actual trash hanging off him.
The sight alone is offensive to me, my lips curling up into a sneer, exposing my fangs.
My thoughts are distracted as I hear talking, coming from above me?
In the distance, flying high above the building I'm hiding on is a stone platform that's flying towards the party, three people on the top of it, and a guy wearing a metal tiger mask flying alongside it as I take cover, trying not to be seen.
One is a smaller figure in a long hooded robe, another is dressed like a German officer with a gas-mask covering his face and the third is a man with unnaturally smooth white skin, pure white eyes.
I also hear several vans approaching the party as I mentally curse.
This must be the Empire.
My thoughts are proven right as they fly down, the one I think is probably Stormtiger given the mask almost vibrating with rage as Skidmark laughs.
"See, Squeals, told you the cunt-licking Nazis would take the bait," Skidmark laughs, making the Empire contingent pause even as the vans pull up, armed men piling out of them. "I'm such a fucking genius."
Before they can speak, the reason they were partying in a scrapyard becomes clear as the mountain of junk cars behind Skidmark's throne moves, shifting like transformer made out of rust and depression until it reveals its true form, pulling Skidmark and Squealer into its 'cockpit'.
Is that a tank made of scrap?
What the fuck is wrong with this world?
But my disbelief doesn't last long as the abomination fires flak up at the capes, seeming to be made up of more scrap metal and actual trash, Mush himself forming up as the fight begins, gunshots and chaos filling the night.
I don't focus on the capes, I can't, because as the bullets fly, I smell blood.
My pupils dilate as I clench my fists, looking at the closest source of blood.
As the fight starts, the trio split up with the Nazi officer and the pale man join the fray, while the robed girl stays in her platform as she launches rubble at the abomination.
But she's unknowingly lowered herself to my level, and my eyes lock onto her side where some of the scrap from the surprise cut into her midsection, her hand on it as she bleeds and stains her robe with blood.
There's something about her blood that calls to me, far more enticing than the disappointing taste I had earlier.
Before I can stop myself, I make my move and dash forwards, seeing an opportunity as she flies near my rooftop.
Leaping from my rooftop, the girl lets out a surprised shout as I land on her platform, though she reacts quickly and tries to pivot the platform to throw me off, unaware of my ability to stick to surfaces as I lunge for her.
She wears a mask, but it only covers the top half of her face leaving her lower half uncovered, an angry scowl in her youthful face, and more importantly her neck as I open my mouth, her mouth opening in shock as she spots my fangs.
As they draw in to bite down on her neck, her weak fists beat against my chest as I grab her tightly, my strength far exceeding her own as I start to drink her life essence.
Her struggles fade in my embrace, whether because she's realised the futility of her efforts or because her strength is fading as I keep drinking, I don't know.
I'm not sure I'd have been able to stop, intoxicated by the taste of her crimson nectar, but her allies aren't completely asleep, which becomes clear when three blades cut into my naked back, forcing me to release her as I turn and hiss at Stormtiger, blood leaking from my mouth as Rune hangs limply in my hands.
He pauses not far from us, but before he can speak, I put my supernatural strength to use and toss Rune at him, her small frame not weighing that much.
I'm not that strong, but I'm definitely stronger than even the strongest base-human, sending the probably-teenage girl at my first real opponent, her platform already falling.
Focusing my reflexes, time almost seems to slow down as Stormtiger multitasks, sending another set of claws at me as he flies to catch the falling girl, who definitely wouldn't survive the fall.
Using the falling platform as a springboard, I leap forwards towards him, barely managing to jump over the air-claws as he has a moment to make an important decision.
He can dodge me, or he can catch his comrade. He can't do both.
Credit where it is due, he continues flying towards me and the girl, catching her out of the air as I collide with him, biting down on his neck as he shouts in pain, the three of us tumbling out of the air as he struggles to stabilise us with the girl in his hands and me clinging to him, fangs deep in his neck.
But he doesn't need to, as the platform moves under us as we fall, Rune's hand outstretched as she groans, making me let go of Stormtiger which gives him room to slash at me again, cutting my stomach open as I'm dislodged.
His blood wasn't nearly as sweet.
I don't think about that too much as I jump from the platform and onto the wall of my building, one hand and foot holding me in place as I stare up at him, my wounds slowly closing.
See, he's forgotten something that I haven't.
He goes to attack again, when a blast of scrap strikes him out of the air, the tank having taken aim when the girl stopped attacking it.
The girl catches him as I skitter up the building, briefly giving her a smirk as I turn and run up the building.
Discretion is the better part of valour, and my stomach and back really fucking hurt. I can see my fucking intestines hanging out of the large gashes he made, almost disembowelling me.
They don't pursue, and I'm pretty sure Stormtiger survived the blast, but the chaos of the fight lets me disappear between the rundown buildings as I watch my flesh mend, the gashes slowly closing inch by inch.
A few minutes later, I'm unharmed once more, freezing as a very fancy looking bike drives down the street towards the fight.
I do discover something important. Healing drains my blood supply, and while it doesn't leave me back at square one I didn't make any real progress on my goals, beyond making enemies of this 'Empire'.
From what I heard, they're Nazis, so fuck them anyway. I'll be back for round two soon enough.
But, I have a problem.
I am effectively homeless, and I don't have that long until sunlight.
I need to find a place to stay for the daylight hours, because near instantaneous incineration isn't on my to do list.
Plus I don't think I should stick around here either, I think it's better that I move on for now.
I stick to the back alleys and side streets, there's a lot of action currently on-going as I hear police sirens and more fighting, staying unseen in the shadows as I feel something inside me unlock as I lurk across rooftops and in dark corners.
Obfuscate Unlocked
[Obfuscate, Discipline of Concealment: Novice]
[Cloak of Shadows]
Allows you to become invisible as long as you remain still.
[Silence of Death]
Allows you to nullify all sounds that you make.
Hm, interesting.
I can feel a lot of disciplines inside me, ready to be unlocked when the time comes, whispers of power in the back of my head.
For now, I simply put my new skills to the test as even the quiet sounds my footsteps made disappear.
Now, where the hell am I supposed to spend the day?
— Lisa Wilbourn (Tattletale) — Several Days Later
There was a new cape in the city, which wasn't particularly unusual given Brockton Bay's cape population.
This one was slightly different because during their first appearance they nearly killed an Empire cape. Rune hadn't been seen since her near-death by blood loss during the Empire's failed raid on Skidmark and the Merchants.
The Empire were going mad of course, searching the docks and boat graveyard for this new cape, which meant they were frequently fighting with the Merchants, who were rapidly learning that they held only their territory because nobody else actually wanted it.
But the Empire was having little success tracking down the new cape, even with how active they were being.
Every single night, someone was attacked.
The new cape was hunting throughout Merchant territory, ambushing civilians so he could feed on them. His victims usually survived and he was getting better at ambushing people. The recents ones didn't even see his face.
From what she'd been able to work out, his power gave him a vampiric need to drink blood, which made some people think he might be a particularly human-looking Case 53 as they could have bizarre dietary needs.
Unfortunately, he seemed to have some resistance to Thinker abilities, as she couldn't get much from the single recording there was of him moving, inhumanly fast.
Coil wanted information on him, but there honestly wasn't much to go on.
"Got anything?" Tattletale asked, watching Bitch's dogs sniff around the alleyway where his most recent attack took place.
"Blood, he went that way," Bitch replied, Brutus, Angelica and Judas sniffing around.
Grue stood by her, quietly. Regent had stayed home for this one, though he had 'helpfully' told Grue to watch out, since the black guy always died first in the horror movies.
Following the trail, they quickly found how he was staying unseen, because the scent led up the wall.
Bitch's dogs could still follow from the ground, but this attack hadn't been too long ago and he'd covered a lot of ground.
He never hunted in the same place twice, spreading his hunts around the docks and the surrounding area.
The trail finally led them to a rundown factory, long out of business and abandoned, the dogs growling.
Were they nervous? Now that she looked closer, even Bitch seemed on edge, more so than usual.
"He's in there?" Tattletale asked, making Bitch nod.
"That's where the trail leads," Bitch agreed, making Lisa take a breath and move forwards.
"Hello?" Tattletale shouted, entering the rundown building. There were no lights on, leaving the room almost pitch black, old machinery blocking her view. "We know you're in here, we just want to talk."
He didn't respond, making her and Grue share a look as the dogs sniffed around at Rachel's command before they moved towards the scent, barking at a stairway that led to a basement.
Right, follow the bloodthirsty cape into his creepy basement. She fucking hated Coil.
That basement likely didn't have another way out, so he was cornered, and that was dangerous.
"We know you're down there, really I just want to talk to you, we mean you no harm. I know you're new to this," Tattletale tried, once again getting no response as she sighed again.
She could see where the dust on the floor had been disturbed, someone had walked down those stairs recently.
If this was how she died, she was going to haunt Coil, the bastard.
Rachel hesitated since her dogs wouldn't be able to grow in such an enclosed environment.
"Stay here, so he doesn't slip past me," Grue reluctantly said, heading down the creaky stairs first, as Tattletale followed behind.
The factory basement had several rooms, but only one door was open, finding a sleeping bag which her power told her used to belong to a homeless man, some clothes and little else.
No cape though.
"Are you sure he came down here?" Grue asked, making her laugh.
"Of course, he's down here, somewhere," Tattletale said. "Look, we aren't here to hurt you. Our boss has an offer for you."
No response, and as Grue started to search the other rooms, she looked around finding… a small handheld mirror?
Perhaps more tellingly was what she didn't find. Not a single piece of food or drink, or a wrapper, he didn't need regular food did he?
She couldn't deny she was nervous, there were too many unknowns involved for her to be comfortable here, she didn't like having this little information to work with.
But where the hell was he?
— Alexander —
The blonde girl looks around my lair, which embarrasses me as she sees what I've been reduced to. I used to live in a high rise penthouse but now I hide in the basement of a factory.
She's dressed in a purple and black bodysuit and a domino mask, trying to hide her nerves.
I wonder how she'd feel if she knew she was standing less than two metres away from her quarry.
"Tattletale, there's a body down here," the guy in motorcycle leathers says, making her eyes widen. "I don't think he killed them, looks like they've been dead for a while."
Ah, my roommate. Yeah he was dead when I got here, overdose I think. I just stuffed him into a corner.
"Is this really what you want out of life? Hiding away in some derelict factory? Our boss pays very well," Tattletale says, seemingly knowing that I'm listening.
Her words actually hit right in my weak point, my pride.
"Tattle-"
"We're leaving," Tattletale interrupts, smirking. "When you get tired of hiding away, sleeping in a piss-covered sleeping bag, call me."
As she says this, she writes something down on a piece of paper she had in her pocket, placing it on my 'bed'.
She leaves the room, her leather-clad friend following behind, but while she might think she's tempted me, she doesn't realise her mistake.
She's right, I am tired of hiding already. The very active Empire capes have been giving me reason to stay low, but what she doesn't seem to realise is how much she's pissed me off.
I don't need her, or her boss, to better my situation, and the smug blonde girl is walking away triumphantly as if she's achieved some great victory.
My lips curl into a snarl, fangs exposed as my gaze falls onto her neck.
She thinks she's better than me, but she's nothing but livestock.
They all are.
This world will learn of my glory, and I think she's unknowingly given me an idea of where to start.
Author's Note: Once again, spite drove me to make a new fic. I won't apologise, fuck you if you complain.
Worm is just too fun to write in, and I wanted another bad guy mc to balance Sett and Kei.
Also, Alexander can join the fuck Nazis gang.
Priapus' note: This is canonically Old Man of the Mountain's fault for poking the starting-addicted bear.
Old man of the mountain: I said I'm sorry dammit!
I am entirely motivated by praise and interaction, so leave a review and I'll probably write faster.
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The Guild of Gamers: The Occultist by The Dark Wolf Shiro
Game X-overs & Worm Xover Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Fantasy, Words: 51k+, Favs: 2k+, Follows: 2k+, Published: Jun 30, 2023 Updated: Dec 8, 2024
536Chapter 2: Getting Started
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters and works, if you recognise it from somewhere else, surprise it isn't mine.
Betad by morde24, Atrius, Hermes, Priapus, Marethyu, Old Man of the Mountain, TheDonFluffles, Malcolm Tent and Mike, God of Lore
The Guild of Gamers: The Occult
Chapter 02: Getting Started
So, I'll admit I've been hiding because my research on a stolen phone quickly informed me that the Empire are the biggest gang in the city, by far.
They have more capes and territory than anyone else, and they're hunting me down for attacking Rune.
So I've been keeping my head down and only hunting late at night, away from their territory.
But Tattletale is right, annoyingly enough. This isn't what I want out of my second life. I hate this place, and I hate this part of the city, it's a run-down dump that's no place for someone like me.
What she's not right about is that I need her or her mysterious boss.
She was lying when she said she meant no harm, but not fully. Between my powers and my people skills, I'm very good at reading people, even smug capes who think they're smarter than they are. She doesn't want to hurt me, but she knows joining her isn't in my best interests.
It's her boss, I think. She couldn't quite hide the undercurrent of distaste when she mentioned him.
Whoever he is and whatever he wants, Tattletale doesn't like him and she doesn't actually think it's in my best interest to join her little gang of petty teenage thieves. It's clearly in her best interest, but she's so smug and sure I'll take her up on her offer that I doubt it's in mine.
I'm not entirely opposed to joining a group, because while I have no real interest in serving someone else, I can play the role of a loyal cape for a while, and capes are in high demand.
My powers will grow over time, which means right now I'm at my weakest. It's only natural for me to use another group for protection while I'm so weak.
For now at least, while I gather my strength.
The Undersiders, as my research tells me Tattletale's little group are called, lack power. They're thieves who excel at escaping. The closest they have to a heavy hitter is Hellhound (or maybe Bitch, not quite sure about that), and she's got her own grudge match against the Empire due to Hookwolf's dog fights.
If I'm going to join a group, it's not going to be a team made up of four teenagers who primarily just run away a lot.
So, what groups exist in Brockton Bay?
The PRT, our resident 'good guys' though they seem a mixture of corrupt and incompetent, like all government agencies. New Wave, once some movement but now they barely do anything.
The gangs, so the Empire Eighty Eight, the Azn Bad Boys and the Merchants. Plus someone called Coil, but I could barely even find anything about him.
Finally, there's a group of 'villains' simply called Faultline's crew. I say villains with quotations because while they certainly seem morally dubious, they're more like mercenaries than actual villains, and don't take jobs in Brockton Bay.
So, options.
The ABB are out because they're an entirely Asian gang and I'm not Asian. Also, Lung scares me because he turns into a dragon.
A dragon who can use fire, which could only be worse for me if he started radiating sunlight.
The Merchants could have been a possibility because while they're weak there's potential there. Specifically, the potential for me to take over within a week because Skidmark is too high and stupid to be a leader, Mush is not leadership material, and Squealer doesn't seem particularly smart either.
But… they're disgusting. The Merchants live in squalor, and they reduce any area they take over to barely a step above derelict ruins, with trash, ruined buildings and ugly graffiti everywhere.
The Merchants themselves are almost all drug-addled fools, who don't take care of themselves at all. They're just so ugly, and I hate that more than the weakness of the Undersiders.
One day, I'm going to destroy them simply because of how hideous they make everything around them.
New Wave is both a family unit and also practically useless. The adult members barely even patrol anymore from what I've read, so they're going to be of no use to me.
So, the PRT, the Empire Eighty Eight or Faultline.
The good guys would probably disapprove of my hunting habits- I'm sure they'd make arrangements to ensure I'm fed, but I also suspect they'd try and leash me.
I can suppress my pride enough to play the hero. I'm not a superstar here, just another cape in the blender that is the hero and villain scene. It hurts to admit it, but denying the truth won't help.
That said, heroes are essentially celebrities here. Half the time they're on PR patrols and jobs, and I'm fucking amazing at PR.
I had people asking for my autograph while I was being led into court for mass murder, even when I was found guilty my fans still adored me.
I could absolutely become a superstar all over again, just for something a little more violent here.
I'd have to (temporarily) submit to the endless rules of the PRT, but even then… a hero rising in fame only to fall to villainy? That's always a good role.
The Empire might try to kill me before I can even 'apologise' for my loss of control, and they have enough capes to afford to turn me away.
Plus, they're Neo-Nazis. I can certainly play the part of the white supremacist, but I don't think I'm better than other people because I'm white.
I'm superior to my fellow whites as well after all.
Faultline is a safer option, but they seem tightly-knit, a small band of cape mercenaries that have done a lot of jobs together. A close group like that would be more likely to notice any vampiric fuckery I try to pull to enthral the leader or turn her people against her.
I could of course not try and take over, but while I can accept not being in charge I can't accept not being in a position of power and respect.
Faultline's group is obviously led by Faultline herself, with a Case 53 named Gregor the Snail being her right hand, while the rest are 'equals'. The others would notice if I tried to supplant either of them.
Plus, Gregor is hideous. His appearance disgusts me, Case 53s are truly abominations. Newter is less offensive to the eyes, but my investigation has shown that I dislike Case 53s.
I don't think I could take orders from Gregor, which is a problem, because while they seem to be recruiting, as I said they seem close-knit, and Faultline wouldn't accept me rightfully looking down on Gregor.
But, I still have some time to decide because I have some matters to take care of before I make any decisions.
I will not show up to wherever I am attempting to join wearing nothing but rags without a penny to my name, I will not be looked down at with pity when I should be gazed at with awe.
I also need to get stronger, because as I am now my disadvantages and diet make me barely worth the effort given my lacklustre powers.
Heading out into the darkness, I smile a toothy grin as a plan forms in the back of my head.
They found me by tracking the scent of the blood I ingested, but did it occur to Tattletale that I can do the same thing?
My nose twitches as I pick up Tattletale's scent, a flowery shampoo which stands out between the smell of wet dog and the more masculine body spray Grue uses.
Following the scent, I track them back to their hideout, all three scents leading back to an abandoned factory. Heh, we had the same idea.
Climbing to a vantage point, I get a look into one of the windows, showing off a mostly-hidden apartment with curtains covering it.
I know where you live.
I don't try anything tonight, slipping away as I make a note of the location. Now, onto the next step.
I'm thirsty, and I need to grow in power.
Sitting on a rooftop, I switch which sense I'm enhancing as I listen carefully. It's already getting very late, around 3 am, so most respectable people are already asleep.
It makes it easier to pick out the less respectable ones, head tilting as my smile grows.
Stalking across the rooftops, I head towards the deal I could barely hear in the distance, arriving before it ends as I watch some rough-looking men handling this particular transaction.
One group eventually leaves with some white bricks, the other with a stained suitcase full of notes, unaware of their silent observer.
I would like a suitcase full of money.
Four Merchants head back to the van, their money in hand, while the others drive away.
Four-on-one, a risk I haven't taken yet, having targeted people on their own for the most part.
Still, as I watch the Merchants put the suitcase in the back of the van, Skidmark coming up in their conversation, I make my mind up and leap from the rooftop.
The first man never sees me coming as I land behind him with inhuman grace, my reflexes allowing me to snatch the pistol stashed in his belt, one arm wrapping around his neck as I draw the pistol and take aim.
His first friend dies before they even have time to turn around in response to his strangled shout, the arm wrapped tightly around his throat cutting him off as I put a hole in the middle of the head of the man closest to my money.
I've played no less than four secret agents, I know how to handle a gun.
The Merchants obviously have little love for their friends, as the second man decides to take me and his friend out with a blast from a shotgun, which tears through my hostage and me alike as I return fire.
Two shots, three kills. Not a bad start as I let go of my shredded hostage, turning to the last man who is fearfully aiming a revolver at me, his arm still raising as time seemingly slows down as he fires.
It's still fast, the thick bullet moving at the speed of a car towards me as I move to the side and watch it fly past, readjusting my aim before I change my mind.
The second bullet clips me, as I throw my gun at the last man whose eyes widen in confusion and then pain as the pistol clonks him on the head.
It's enough of a distraction for me to rush him, pouncing forwards and colliding with him as I bite down on his neck, scowling even as I start to drain the struggling fool.
I normally make sure not to take too much, I don't want dead civilians on my hands after all, that's how you get hunted down like an animal.
This guy?
His blood is poor quality, but quantity has a quality of its own. He struggles as much as he can with an unnaturally strong predator draining his life out of him, his pasty skin growing increasingly pale as I keep sucking him dry.
His struggles cease as his bodily functions start to fail, his life fading as I drink down his lifeblood until his veins are empty, my wounds rapidly healing from the influx of blood.
As his heart stops beating, I feel his meagre life force become mine, empowering me as I finally break my bite on his neck, wiping at my mouth as I move over to the suitcase, opening it up and smiling.
This will help, and hopefully give Skidmark a headache.
Moving to a body, I bite down on its neck before I almost immediately pull back with a look of disgust, spitting out a mouthful of sickening blood.
It's not gone cold yet, but it tastes foul nonetheless. Don't drink from corpses, message received.
Dragging the bodies into the van, I engage in a little friendly pyromania as I remove the suitcase. You'd be surprised how easy it is to cause a serious fire. I know my agent was.
Bitch shouldn't have stolen from me, we had a good thing going.
I can't deny that the flames cause a primal fear in me, and it's hard to even look at them as I move away from the burning van.
Hopefully, Skidmark will think this was a deal gone wrong and attack whoever the other dudes were.
I don't care if he knows I did it, I just think it'd be funny and useful to start a gang war and distract people from me.
As I'm admiring my suitcase full of money, I pause. I can hear someone breathing.
This in itself wouldn't be particularly suspicious, but the breathing is coming from above me, on the rooftops.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a masked face watching me, the mask in the shape of a stern frowning woman which has been painted black.
I recognise it, but what's a Ward doing out so late on her own? Shadow Stalker doesn't make any move as I consider my options.
Attacking a Ward is definitely a questionable decision, but she's just seen me burning a bunch of bodies…
She's not talking, and I think I'd be able to hear if she had an earpiece in, is she on her own?
This could mess with my potential plans to join the PRT… but I don't want to let her run off and tell on me either.
— Sophia Hess (Shadow Stalker) —
The new cape was fast, able to dodge a bullet at close range, and he was strong too.
But beyond his strength was his brutality, killing the Merchants without even batting an eye, feeding on one of them.
She'd heard of women being attacked by a new cape in the area, feeding on them but leaving them mostly unharmed.
The merchant hadn't been unharmed, drained until he was just a husk. Honestly, she admired his handiwork, he was a true predator.
Kinda sloppy, but he took that shotgun blast and walked it off like it was nothing, so he had the durability to survive his fuck-ups.
The cape moved, unaware that she was watching him, going around the corner with his loot in hand.
She moved to a different spot, wanting to keep watching him before she paused. Where the fuck did he go?
He was out of her line of sight for a second, but he'd seemingly disappeared from existence.
Frowning, she looked around for a while before she called it a night. She'd planned on doing some hunting herself, but the fire would probably attract some attention, so she'd leave it for now.
With practised ease, she got back to one of her hideouts in the docks, plenty of rundown buildings that nobody would check, starting to change out of her spare cape outfit and into the clothes she snuck out of the house in, hiding her crossbow bolts.
"Ah, so that's it. You've been naughty, little hero," a deep voice said, making her jump out of her skin, only dressed in her bra and jeans as she spun around, seeing the balaclava-clad cape she'd previously been watching standing in the doorway.
She dove for her crossbow, before cursing. She'd just taken the real bolts out of it, and before she could reach it, he was in between her and her weapon, pushing her back with casual ease.
"What the fuck are-" Sophia started, panicking for multiple reasons. Her lack of a mask, her proximity to a dangerous cape that didn't mind killing, and the fact that he was in one of her hideouts.
He picked up one of her crossbow bolts, sniffing it.
"Dried blood. So the Wards' redeemed vigilante isn't as tamed as they think," the man chuckled, making her growl even as she backed away, as much as she wished she could pretend otherwise, his presence was intimidating as he turned to her, bright red eyes locked onto her.
"You're breaking the unwritten rules asshole, you can't come after someone out of their mask," Sophia warned, trying to sound tough as his rich laughter filled her hideout.
"Ah, but I was chasing Shadow Stalker, it's not my fault you didn't realise and decided to change. Stalker indeed, or did you think your observations went unnoticed?" he asked, tossing the bolt aside.
"You're a stranger," she realised, making his smile grow, his fangs on display as he removed his balaclava.
The incredibly attractive man gave her a sly smirk, defined cheekbones and long black hair making him look like the textbook definition of a vampire.
"Amongst other things, little hunter," he said with a tone that was equally sultry and dark. She prepared to go into her shadow form, trying to work out how the hell to deal with him seeing her face. "Calm yourself, little hunter. I was planning on… silencing you, but I think we might be more alike than I first realised. You're not the tamed attack dog the PRT likes to pretend you are, are you?" he asked, making her pause
Of course, she wasn't fucking tamed, all the PRT had done was make her act more subtly.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to keep quiet about my little games, I want Skidmark to blame his client for the attack and go wild, and I want your blood," he said simply, making her freeze. "Oh, don't worry. I won't bite, without your permission. What you want is for me to not draw attention to your secret patrols, to the blood on your bolts."
"I wasn't going to tell the PRT anyway. I've got too many sanctions for 'unauthorised' patrols," Sophia admitted, making him chuckle.
"Ah, I see. They don't like you slipping your leash, do they?" he asked, making her frown but she didn't deny his words. "Do they pay you well?"
"Ha, fuck no," Sophia replied immediately, glancing at the suitcase he'd brought with him.
"So, my silence for your silence, a fair trade," he said, stepping forwards and placing a hand on her chin, stroking her cheek with a fanged smile. "Then all that's left is for you to name a price for your blood. It won't hurt, it's actually rather pleasurable, and I won't take too much."
His voice sent shivers through her body, which she suppressed.
"What do you want my blood for? You just drained a man dry," Sophia replied, flinching back as he moved closer, with her head tilted back he leaned down and gently kissed her neck, she should have run, but something kept her in place as she felt his lips on her neck.
He didn't bite, like he said he wouldn't.
"I'm a glutton, and his blood was so… low quality. I prefer female blood and I've found that the blood of capes tastes even sweeter," he whispered, dangerously close as she found herself frozen in place.
"I want a quarter of what you got from those Merchants," Sophia finally said, having no idea how much money that even was. She wasn't going to back down, and if he tried to drain her she could just phase out of his grip.
"Deal~"
His fangs pierced her neck, but much like he promised it wasn't pain that flooded her but pleasure, shivering as she felt him drinking her essence, moaning at the sensation.
One of his arms wrapped around her, embracing her as their bodies pressed together, an orgasmic feeling flooding her entire body until he finally pulled back, licking his lips.
"Delicious. Such a sweet taste for such a sour girl," he teased, licking her neck briefly as she whimpered, her entire body shuddering from the aftershock of the climax she'd been dragged to.
Despite how thorny she usually was, as the man whose name she still didn't know kissed her, she just tilted her head and let the handsome older man take her first kiss.
Her mind clouded with pleasure, she barely noticed her bra being removed, the mysterious cape whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her trousers and panties joined them.
He moved her onto a table, sitting her at the edge as he undid his belt, spreading her legs with a cocky grin as her pleasure faded enough for her to realise her situation, but as he gave her that fanged smile, she just looked away, her legs spreading in silent submission as she felt the thick tip of his cock press against her virgin slit.
This wasn't like her, acting so submissive, but as she looked into his primal eyes, she knew she was in the presence of a fellow predator, someone like her.
Someone worthy of the virginity he ruthlessly took, a single thrust sheathing his large manhood inside her as she whimpered, his hands on her ass as he started to thrust into her.
"A virgin?" he asked in that deep voice, kissing her neck again, right on the bite mark. "And here you are, giving it away to a man whose name you don't even know."
His tone was teasing, but before she could respond, he bit down on her neck again, her eyes rolling back with pleasure at the dual sensation of his shaft thrusting into her tight slit and his fangs drinking her in.
Madison was the slutty one in their group, Emma was too obsessed with Hebert for dating even if she had half the boys in school wrapped around her finger, and Sophia herself just didn't find the boys interesting.
They were weak, even the junior gang members, and her fellow Wards were all pathetic, but this guy? He was a predator, he saw something he wanted and decided to take it.
He didn't ask for her permission, he just stripped her down and had his way with her, her fingers digging into his back as she whimpered and moaned.
"That's it, cum for me, little hunter," he whispered, his voice travelling through her entire body as she shuddered, legs wrapping around his waist and locking behind his back.
He thought like her, that was why he called her hunter. He knew they were both predators, which is why it felt so right when she did exactly as he told her to and came around his thrusting cock.
— Alexander Shaw —
Teenage girls are so very easily manipulated. This girl reeks of daddy issues, and a mixture of my Lingering Kiss and Awe keeps her in line as I pull out only to flip her onto her front, sliding right back into her tight wet cunt.
Hey, it's been a while for me. I used to have supermodels and actresses in my bed, and while the athletic dark-skinned teen is a downgrade from them, she's very tight.
Her fit lifestyle means she's got an athletic figure, not the best I've seen, but certainly in better shape than a lot of the models that warmed my bed.
I'm just glad I can still get it up, despite my vampiric nature. Consider this a test that all the plumbing is working.
This girl sees herself as a badass, and I've read up on all the capes in this city over the past week. Not needing to sleep leads to a lot of free time during the daylight hours. Shadow Stalker is the PRT's prized redemption case.
"Look, we took a dangerous and violent vigilante and made her into a proper hero!" Only they failed and either haven't realised or don't want to admit it.
Those bolts have killed or at least heavily hurt people, I could smell the blood on them, some very old and some more recent.
She thinks she's complicated, but she's laughably simple.
For now, she moans in the rundown building she stashes her stuff in, my thrusts growing increasingly feral as I use my new position to truly go to town on her tight cunt.
The table shakes with each thrust before the old rotten wood simply breaks and leaves us in a pile of broken wood, Shadow Stalker is barely able to catch herself onto her hands and knees as I pound her pussy with my vampiric strength, spanking her firm backside as I go.
One hand reaches around her body and gropes her fairly small breast, roughly tweaking her nipple because I'm pretty sure she likes pain, her slit tightening down on my invading phallus with each spank.
Can I knock someone up? I genuinely don't know. I was always careful in my past life, there were too many gold diggers looking for an easy pass through life by getting knocked up by someone as rich and famous as me, but I'm a vampire.
I'm pretty sure I'm not fertile, so when the time comes I don't bother pulling out, gripping her hips as I slam forwards with a satisfied groan, unleashing my seed into her warm wet teenage cunt.
I'm only twenty myself, but I'd guess she's closer to sixteen or maybe slightly lower.
As I pull out with a pleased sigh, I pause as I watch her slump over, ass in the air with my seed leaking from her abused slit.
She doesn't move, only her breathing filling the room as I scratch my chin. Did she really pass out?
Well, I'm a man of my word, and opening the suitcase, I leave some of the money on the floor next to her, looking around for something to write on.
Does she realise she just became a whore, selling her blood and body? Probably not, but ah well.
For now, I slip out into the night with a grin on my face. Shadow Stalker will be under Lingering Kiss for as long as her blood is inside me, which could last a while if I don't use it for powers, since I took a little more than I should have.
Not enough to actually hurt her, she'll just be a little lethargic tomorrow.
Obtenebration Unlocked
[Obtenebration, Discipline of Shadows: Novice]
[Shadow Play]
Allows the vampire to manipulate the natural shadows around them.
Huh, that's interesting.
Shadow Stalker can turn into a shadowy form, and I got this after feeding on her. That's curious.
Licking my lips, I force myself to not go back and drain her entirely. I have plans for her if I do decide to join our beloved heroes.
She thinks we have a mutual secret, that we'd both suffer if we told on the other, a state of mutually assured destruction keeping us both quiet.
She gave away how worried she was about her bosses actually looking into her secret hunts. Body language is a bitch and she has poor control over it.
I'm hoping that means the PRT are too busy or incompetent to actually pay too much attention to what their heroes are up to. It'll make things easier for me later.
— Sophia Hess —
Waking up, she blinked carefully as she rose up, wincing at the soreness between her legs.
What the hell had come over her, letting some cape she didn't even know fuck her… oh shit, was he a master?
No, she was being ridiculous, she wouldn't be waking up unharmed if he had mastered her into this, and she probably wouldn't be able to think he was a master.
He was just a hot, dangerous cape who checked all her boxes.
Oh god, she was as easy as Madison.
Her hand touched the bite marks on her lower neck, small fang marks that were already starting to slowly close, her dark skin making them harder to spot.
Looking around, her eyes widened at the large pile of neatly stacked notes, her payment for her body- blood, for her blood.
She wasn't some hooker, selling her ass on a street corner.
Next to it was a note, short and sweet.
'Until we meet again, Alexander'
Alexander. Not a cape name but his real first name? She knew his face as well, was that to reassure her that he wouldn't expose her identity?
The Empire would make sure she had an accident if it came out that the vigilante who shot a bunch of their guys was a black girl.
She didn't believe for a moment that they'd follow the unwritten rules, they'd just make it seem like an accident or unrelated.
She might be tough, but if she was caught by surprise she was just as vulnerable to bullets as anyone else and there were dozens of junior skinheads who'd love to make themselves known by putting her down.
Alexander, huh?
Also… holy shit that's a lot of money.
Suddenly her stash didn't feel as safe, because where the fuck was she supposed to put the drug money she'd suddenly ended up with?
— Alexander Shaw — Next Night —
Leaving the store, I smile at my new outfit.
It's past regular opening hours, but it seems the stores of this city are used to strange customers only paying in cash.
For a notable donation, they were willing to open up late for a single special customer.
I spent a lot of Skidmark's money on a new wardrobe, my expensive dark red shirt with black patterns suiting me far better than the trash I've worn lately.
I've even managed to arrange for an apartment, with a landlord who doesn't mind me paying entirely in cash.
It's in ABB territory, and the fact that I only want to pay in cash has made the price go up considerably, but it'll do for now.
Awe is useful because it's not blatant enough for people to start screaming master, but it gives me an edge in negotiations.
Unfortunately, I've been so busy tonight that I've not had time to spy on the Merchants to see how they took my little bit of mischief, but I think I can count on a drug-addled fool acting rashly.
The Merchants aren't particularly respected from what I can tell, being treated like a joke by most of the online community, but they're an infestation that's hard to root out.
But alas, that's for another day, because tonight I have business elsewhere.
Making a trip to my admittedly small apartment, I drop my clothes off and head out again. Occasionally I get a look from gang members but Awe convinces people that I'm not worth the risk, my walk more of a prowl, giving off the impression that I'm more dangerous than I might look at first glance.
Arriving at my destination, I reluctantly join the queue, an experience I've never had to endure before, but soon enough I get gestured at, entering the club and smiling at the bouncer as I walk past.
Hot people rarely need to wait to get into clubs like this, and while it's more common for girls to get in faster, I'm not surprised they picked me out.
Walking into the club, I look around. Pleased to see that I'm attracting attention even without using Awe, heading to the bar to get myself a drink.
I don't need to eat or drink, but I still can and thank fuck for that, because I'm a big believer in fine dining.
"Welcome to the Palanquin, what can I get you?" The cute bartender asks as I lean against the bar, spotting an orange-skinned figure surrounded by a group of young men and women who seem high as a fucking kite.
Giving the bartender a smile, I scan the room again.
Hey, I had to check out the place if I was considering joining up, right?
Author's Note: This chapter is shorter than usual because I'm still undecided on where he should join.
Alexander is a Toreador, blending into human (or hero in this case) society is in his blood, so the PRT definitely works for him to regain his fame and riches.
But also, there's the Empire for Nazi Vampires, and Faultline which I rarely see.
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The Guild of Gamers: The Occultist by The Dark Wolf Shiro
Game X-overs & Worm Xover Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Fantasy, Words: 51k+, Favs: 2k+, Follows: 2k+, Published: Jun 30, 2023 Updated: Dec 8, 2024
536Chapter 3: Realisations
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters and works, if you recognise it from somewhere else, surprise it isn't mine.
Betad by morde24, Atrius, Hermes, Priapus, Marethyu, Old man of the mountain, TheDonFluffles, Malcolm Tent and Mike, God of Lore, Beans
The Guild of Gamers: The Occult
Chapter 03: Realisations
It's good to be back in my natural habitat, leaning against the bar of the nightclub as I sip my drink, looking around with an imperceptible frown.
But it's reminded me of the harsh reality I've found myself in, a rude awakening to my current situation.
I'm getting attention, of course, I'm incredibly handsome and naturally charming, I could have basically any of the girls in this club, and half the guys if I felt inclined.
But it's different here, I'm not a celebrity, I'm not a superstar, I'm just some hot guy drinking alone.
It's a very unwelcome situation, and it's made me realise the truth I've been ignoring.
My plan to join up with one of the groups has a slight issue.
I'm a nobody, at least at the moment.
I have decent powers but in the grand scale of things, I'm still small-time in the cape world.
Sure, the PRT would take me in, but I'd be bargaining from a weaker position than I'm comfortable with.
I haven't auditioned for anything in years, people came to me to beg me to take part in whatever project they had in mind.
Faultline might take me in, as a pity project, but I've got a glimpse of Gregor while I was carousing with the locals, and he is disgusting. The pictures were far too generous of that translucent slime of a man.
I am nobody's charity case, and I will not work with such an abomination.
The Empire would be unlikely to forgive my little mistake while I'm so weak, and more importantly…
I'm still learning about the movers and shakers of Brockton, and there's one called Purity out there trying to play hero… and having a lot of trouble because she used to be Kaiser's heavy hitter.
That Nazi tag doesn't come out in the wash, even if I joined the Empire, dropping them later would be problematic because America really hates Nazis.
If I get painted with that blackened brush, it will take a lot to wipe it clean, too much to be worth the effort.
The PRT is my best bet, but once again I'm too weak. I don't want to come to them, tail tucked between my legs, I want them to come to me on bended knee and beg me to join their failing little organisation.
Their reputation is far from good, they're incompetent and corrupt, but that just makes it a better place for me to thrive.
As a hero, regaining my superstar status will be far easier than if I join a group of mediocre mercenaries or loathed Nazis.
So, first things first.
I need power because powerful capes are in very high demand. Perhaps as my fame grows, another group will give me a better option.
And how should I gain power? By acting like a vampire of course. I gained a hint of power from drinking deeply of Shadow Stalker, but I want more.
I want to find out what happens if I drain a cape completely, down to the last scarlet drop, I want to see what power I can claim for myself.
So, who to feed upon?
Brockton Bay has a lot of capes, but I need ones that won't be overly missed. Capes die all the time in this city. I've seen the statistics on how long the average cape lasts without joining up with an organisation, so making someone disappear shouldn't be overly hard.
Quest Started
[Diablerie: The Ultimate Feast]
Objective: Drain a Cape
Optional Objective: Drain three capes
Reward: ?, ?, ?
Oh? How interesting.
Taking another sip of my drink, I consider my options carefully.
The PRT capes are immediately out, I don't need that heat this early on but… just about everyone else is on the table.
I should start with someone independent. I want to do this cleanly and I don't need them calling for reinforcements, as much as I'm tempted to go for another bite of the Neo-Nazi girl, Rune.
Shaking my head, I take another look around the club, plans forming in the back of my head.
But it's my first night out in my new world, and I can think more about who I am hunting first tomorrow.
There are plenty of beautiful women here, but as I survey the room I find the most interesting person in the room.
She might not be the sexiest woman around, dressed rather conservatively for the club, denim jeans and a white t-shirt standing out against the tiny dresses and mini-skirts.
Like me, she's clearly here alone as she stands over to one side, somewhat awkwardly, giving me the feeling she isn't exactly a regular clubber.
She's gathering attention as well, and while she clearly knows how to handle the spotlight, she seems a bit distracted.
She's cute, very girl-next-door, with soft blonde hair and cute brown eyes as I catch her gaze, giving her a warm smile.
Awe and my natural looks work together as she blushes slightly, looking away for a moment. After a moment, she looks my way again and gives me a soft smile.
She's probably in her early twenties at the most, maybe nineteen if I had to guess an actual age.
Gliding through the club, I prowl towards my prey as her eyes widen ever so slightly before she smiles hesitantly.
Time to get to work.
As I introduce myself, I hide a curious frown as I breathe in. She smells wonderful, but there's something oddly familiar under her perfume.
— Later —
Annie, as I've learnt she is called, isn't the type of girl to put out on a first date, let alone have a one-night stand with a stranger.
She arches her back as she grips her bedsheets, our clothes scattered around her nice apartment as I thrust into her tight slit.
She's not the type, but even as sober as she was (only drinking soda at a nightclub), seducing her wasn't a real challenge for me.
My old PR manager was both happily married and a lesbian, and it didn't take long before she was giving me a blowjob before every interview she arranged.
I get the feeling she's trying to take her mind off something, and I'm a welcome distraction as her legs wrap around my waist.
Her nails dig into my back, leaving small scratches as she begs me for more.
I've told her that I'll need to leave very early for work, my excuse for why I need to be gone long before the sun rises, so we're making the most of the night.
Capturing her lips, I have to appreciate the enhanced senses being a vampire gives me, her sweet natural taste mixed with the lemonade she was drinking on my tongue.
Her scent still stands out to me, something about it is driving me mad, and I can't quite work out why as I enhance my sense of smell, picking the familiar smell up over her perfume and the scent of sex.
As my climax approaches, I start to speed up as I truly pound Annie into her bed, the frame creaking slightly under the force of my thrusts.
Annie herself had cum three times so far, I must be rusty.
"P-pull out," Annie says, her mind not completely lost to pleasure as she realises I'm about to cum, and despite my reluctance to pull out of her tight, hot pussy I decide to play nice as I do as she asks, her legs unwrapping from my waist.
Annie rewards my kindness, maneuvering me to lie down as she takes my cock between her lips, making eye contact as she slowly sucks my cock.
She's inexperienced, I doubt she's a virgin but she's also no expert, but it's enjoyable enough to push me over the edge as I grip her hair.
Her eyes widen slightly as my seed starts to flood her mouth, but she doesn't try to pull back as my hand holds her in place, obediently swallowing the cum as it spurts into her mouth.
Letting go of her hair as my climax comes to an end, I give her a sultry grin.
Before she can even speak, I've moved again and flipped her over, face down into the sweat-drenched sheets as I sheathe myself inside her once more, making her gasp as she realises I've very much not gone soft.
"You didn't think I'd be satisfied with only a single climax, did you?" I whisper into her ear, kissing her neck as I resist the urge to bite.
— Rebecca Anne January (Starlight) —
Waking up, she gasped and sat up straight as the memories from last night flooded back.
Her paramour was gone, as he warned that he would be, Alexander was at least nice enough to let her know he'd have to vanish at around 4 a.m.
She wasn't sure what job he had, but she couldn't exactly talk about someone working weird hours given her own job, as heroism wasn't great for your sleep schedule.
She shouldn't have listened to Crystal, going clubbing on her own was a mistake, but her cousin had always been a party girl.
The taste of semen still stuck to her tongue, almost still feeling Alex's talented hands on her body, his cock penetrating her as she closed her eyes.
It was very unlike her to have a one-night stand, and she couldn't even blame it on the drink, but she didn't really regret it.
Her decision to come back to Brockton Bay was already feeling like a mistake, but she wouldn't back down now.
Hearing her father tell her how bad this city was didn't compare to actually moving back to this place, with the highest crime rate in America, where a gang of Nazis were generally seen as the better of the three main gangs.
Getting dressed, she smiled to herself as she found a neatly written note from Alex with his number on it. He was unfairly good looking but she wasn't sure she was down for a repeat. It was nice to forget about her troubles for a night, but she didn't want to pull a civilian into her life.
Setting off, she frowned to herself as she spotted some gang tags in her neighbourhood. She was in the nicer part of the city but even here, clear as day, there were empire tags just brazenly sprayed on the walls.
The Empire Eighty-Eight.
The entire reason she'd come back to the Bay, despite her father's pleas and arguments to not return to this hellish place.
She didn't believe the public story, that her mother had been killed by some young wannabe gangster who wanted to impress Kaiser, a dumb kid whom Kaiser himself had apparently killed for the crimes.
Fleur was too good of a hero to be killed by some nobody, and she very much didn't believe the report that Fleur had forgotten to lock her front door. Nobody was that careless in the bay, and Jessica had only just unmasked and revealed her identity.
No, something else was going on and while her father might have run away, she wanted to know what really happened, so here she was… in Brockton Bay, Nazi capital of America.
Arriving at the Rig, she changed into her cape outfit, wondering as she put on her mask what her mother would think of her decision. Aunt Carol certainly didn't approve of her choice to mask up, going against the movement her mother's death had all but ended.
In truth, her identity was barely a secret. Even her cape name, Starlight, was just a flipped version of the name her father had retired from, Lightstar. Her uniform looked very much like her mother's (and Vicky's since they both went for the white and gold theme that her mother used to wear), so chances were, most people had already worked out her identity.
Which likely caused some rumours, since the daughter of Fleur had joined the PRT instead of joining her family in New Wave.
"Ooh, someone got lucky," a voice said, making her pause and turn to where Ethan was already being hit by Jamie. "What? You know I'm right. She's practically glowing, not to mention limping." Ethan (Assault) said, as his wife gave a long-suffering sigh.
"Ignore the idiot," Jamie (Battery) said, making Ethan pout as she smiled. She liked the couple. Ethan could be a bit annoying but he didn't mean any harm, he reminded her of an older Clockblocker. "I didn't know you were coming in today."
"Armsmaster asked me to come in since the Empire is still on high alert after Rune was attacked," Annie explained, their mover being attacked by an unknown cape had certainly kicked the hornet's nest.
"Fair enough, it's been chaos lately. We had to deal with Stormfront last night, which is always fun," Ethan said, making her frown at the reminder of the Empire's own electrokinetic Alexandria package. "I'm right though, aren't I? You definitely got la-"
Jamie's hand clipped Ethan across the head before he could even finish his question, making her give her fellow heroine a smile.
"Fine, fine. I've got my own patrol to get to, I'll leave you girls to gossip," Assault said with a carefree shrug. "Here's hoping the Empire are taking a day off, I really don't want to play dodge the lightning with Stormfront again."
As Assault walked away, the older woman turned to Annie, eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, I got laid," Annie admitted, slightly embarrassed as Jamie chuckled. She was pretty good friends with the older cape. To be honest she did kinda want to brag and wasn't dumb enough to tell Crystal or Vicky, the teasing would be apocalyptic.
"You know, when I said you needed to take some time off and relax that wasn't quite what I had in mind," Jamie deadpanned. "So who was the lucky man?"
"His name is Alexander, I only met him last night," Annie admitted, making Jamie chuckle.
"You slut," Jamie said, clearly teasing. "You going to see him again?"
"I doubt it, he left me his number but dating a civilian is…" Annie trailed off, making Jamie nod understandingly.
"Was he at least hot?" Jamie asked as they walked towards the 'waiting room', basically a place for heroes who were on duty but not on patrol to hang out, waiting until they were needed, so they'd be able to deploy immediately.
"...he's unfairly sexy. I thought he was a model at first, but he works weird hours since he had to disappear at 4 a.m, and he was amazing in bed," Annie admitted, making Jamie chuckle.
"Are you sure you don't want to give him a call? I know dating civilians is risky and complicated but it could be worse, you could end up making the mistake I did and end up with someone like Ethan," Jamie said, making her blink, somewhat shocked at the seriousness in Jamie's tone.
Right up until she heard an 'Oi' come from the doorway, giggling at Ethan's offended expression.
"Do you want Alexander's number, I won't tell Assault if you don't," Annie offered, making Jamie chuckle.
"Okay, okay, I get the message, I'm going," Ethan complained. "Demons, both of you."
Brockton Bay had many, many issues, but at least she got on with most of her fellow heroes.
Even as they joked, she considered Jamie's words but shook her head. She didn't want to put Alex at risk. He seemed nice and didn't deserve to get pulled into her dangerous life.
– Alexander Shaw –
My list of potential victims is considerable, to say the least.
Brockton Bay has an excess of capes. Heroes, villains, and even a couple of rogues, and while there's risk involved in all of them, it's a level of risk I find acceptable.
I considered going for the 'Undersiders', but their secret boss had me on edge. A shame, as they're small enough for nobody to really care if they disappear.
There's a couple of independent heroes running around the area, Dovetail and Sere, but neither have a specific area they patrol so it'd be down to dumb luck to actually find them.
But then, that's always going to be a problem because what cape would be stupid enough to broadcast where they are?
Oh, right.
— Über —
Sitting in his room, he looked over their game collection as he tried to pick the theme for their next stream.
People might expect him and Leet to have some fancy lair with rows of game-related tech and arcade machines or something,but in truth they just lived in an old apartment building in the docks. Leet had built a tinker workshop in the basement of a nearby factory, but his tech had a bad habit of blowing up, so even his workshop wasn't safe to live near.
The Unwritten rules also meant that even if the PRT worked out who they were, and to be honest they probably already had, they wouldn't come for them in their shitty apartment.
Maybe it was that confidence that made him let his guard down. Out of costume he felt safe, like nothing he did as Über would come back to bite him in the ass.
As their pizza arrived, Über paid the delivery driver, not giving a tip because despite their crimes they were consistently broke (tinkering wasn't cheap), calling for Leet to come out of his own room.
He didn't find it strange that Leet failed to answer, leaving one of the pizza boxes on the kitchen side as he took his back to the living room. Leet was either planning his next project or in the middle of a gaming session, but he'd come out of his man cave for food eventually.
Sitting down, he turned on the television and threw on a movie while he ate, living up to their reputation as a pair of joke villains as he failed to notice the figure silently approaching him until the fangs were already in his neck, powerful arms holding him in place as he let out a confused shout.
He focused and used his power to learn a judo throw to try and get his attacker away from him, but the throw was meant to be used on regular humans, and his attacker was unmoved as Über felt his strength draining away.
A cape? But that was against the rules-
Going limp in his attacker's hands, he died in confusion and anger at the unfairness of it all.
— Alexander —
Über's struggles come to an end, but I keep drinking as I drain his veins dry, feeling his life essence enter me.
Just as I did with his equally stupid friend, who was too busy playing games to even notice me enter his room with a little help from Obfuscate.
These two were ridiculous.
Finding them wasn't hard because all I had to do was check their last stream, go to the crime scene and follow the scent back home.
How ridiculous, they didn't even seem to have a single defence beyond a weird taser that Leet never even managed to reach. Did they think they were safe because they weren't in costume? Pathetic.
As I keep drinking, it's more than just blood I can feel entering me, draining everything Über ever was, flashes of his memories entering my mind as I consume his very essence.
It's an act of ecstasy, tainted by the low quality of the blood I am drinking. Über was a failure and it almost feels wrong to have his essence within me.
He lived as pathetically as he died, a sad loser whose only source of comfort was the attention of his internet fans. He knew he and Leet were jokes, seen with the same level of respect as Skidmark, but his livestream made him feel important.
He was no star, not like me, just a clown performing for the circus. Honestly, he'd have done far better if he'd just ditched the failure that was Leet and gone solo.
I made works of art, I won Oscars, he thought driving around hitting prostitutes with baseball bats was peak entertainment.
I've done the world of entertainment a favour by erasing these imbeciles. The world should thank me!
As I finally drain him dry, I let go and step back with a slight sneer.
Powers Gained
[Über: Tools of the Trade]
While holding an item, you gain mastery in the use of that item.
[Leet: Breakdown]
You have an instinctive understanding of how to sabotage tinkertech, spotting design flaws and weaknesses, knowing exactly how to break them in glorious fashion.
This is the most useful these clowns have ever been, and it gives me an idea.
Leet had something in his room, a weird box that I didn't recognise, he died before he could reach it, but as I enter his room again, stepping over his desiccated corpse I smile.
Leet's tech is good at one thing, failing in spectacular fashion, and examining the box I know exactly what to do to make this weird thing go boom.
Big, big, boom.
Moving Über and Leet closer to it, I grab the screwdriver from Leet's desk and jab it into a very specific spot.
That's all it takes, and I head out- with some haste considering the fuse I've just lit- but I know how long I have until it explodes in spectacular fashion.
I'm long gone when I hear the blast behind me, a purple flash as their apartment building is erased, leaving a smooth crater as everything caught in the blast is disintegrated.
I don't know what Leet thought that box was going to do, the memories I've taken from him were disjointed and muddled, but he had hopes that this one would make the other Tinkers stop treating him like a joke.
Well, he got his wish, his legacy is the large apartment building he just destroyed.
Heading out into the night, I'm careful to avoid any cameras as I make my escape, my mind focused as my smile grows on my lips.
Both Über and Leet had the same familiar scent I couldn't place from Annie, and it made me remember where I smelt it before.
Rune, Shadowstalker, The Undersiders.
Capes have a unique smell, there's something about whatever is giving them powers that I can pick up when I have my sense of smell enhanced. It's so very faint, unless I'm actually enhancing my sense of smell, I can't detect it at all but I can use this.
I need to drain three capes, after all.
So I set out into the night, hunting for my third victim.
— Taylor Hebert —
Waking up, she shuddered as the memories of the locker started to fade from her most recent nightmare, the feeling of countless bugs eating her alive, making her shove her emotions onto her bugs as she paused.
Something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what. Getting out of bed, she noticed that her window was wide open, making a cold sweat come over her.
She had left it open, just a crack, so her bugs could get into her room, but it was pulled open far too much, and it wasn't windy enough for it to have opened by itself.
The cold spring air hit her body as she looked around desperately, her swarm buzzing before she calmed them down.
Her bedroom door was still locked, nothing was out of place, and a quick check under her bed and in her closet showed that there were no monsters waiting for her.
Checking the time, she sighed as she saw that it was 3 a.m. She hadn't been sleeping well these past couple of months, and she headedto the kitchen to get a glass of water.
— Alexander Shaw —
Cloak of Shadows is very useful, lurking in the corner of the bedroom as the girl I think might be a cape walks out of the room.
I can hear where she's going, the steps down the creaky stairs, the sound of the tap being turned on as I wait, very aware of the unnatural behaviour of the bugs around the house.
She walks back upstairs, re-entering the bedroom as she sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed.
As she lays back down, I wait for a moment as I watch her start to fall back to sleep. God, what Twilight bullshit is this?
No self respecting vampire should be watching a teenage girl sleep, but I want to make sure she's fully back into the arms of Morpheus before I strike.
Maybe it's the bugs that warn her as I move, closing the window first before I move towards the bed, her eyes snapping open as my lunge forwards, one hand covering her mouth as my fangs bite into her neck.
She struggles, but with my body pinning hers she can't actually move me, but that doesn't mean she's defenceless, as bugs seemingly come out of everywhere, battering against the closed window as I feel countless stings and bites on my body.
It's not enough to stop me, with their venom and bites unable to truly affect my inhuman body, and my regeneration boosted by the influx of blood as the skinny girl goes increasingly pale, panicked eyes staring at me as she flails uselessly.
I haven't heard of any bug controllers, so perhaps I got lucky and found a fairly new cape on my travels, her memories flashing through my mind as I take in her essence.
She's far sweeter than those two clowns, a fine red wine compared to the cheap flat soda that was Leet.
Her life goes by in flashes, her mother's death, her best friend's betrayal, the unexpected glimpse of my little Shadow Slut bullying Taylor, ah that's her name.
She wanted to be a hero, preparing a suit in her basement, her father too absent to notice his daughter's changes.
It's easier to take in the memoires this time, less disorienting as Taylor's struggles start to fail, the bugs stopping their assault as they start to scatter, her powers fading.
As Taylor dies, I pull back and smile, not even a drop of blood split as every millilitre of her precious lifeblood is consumed.
Dominate Unlocked
[Dominate, Discipline of Control: Novice]
[Compel]
The vampire can issue a short sentence command to the target.
[Mesmerise]
By holding a target with your gaze you can implant false thoughts or hypnotic suggestions in a target's mind
[Taylor Hebert: Hivemind]
You can share the senses and take control of all ghouls or vampires you have created, and can multitask to an unlimited degree.
Gasping, I shake myself off as I get to work. Grabbing a large Tupperware container from downstairs, I grab the bugs that were within the house, easily tracking them down by the faint sound of their skittering, then the incomplete suit from the basement as her father sleeps away, unaware of what just happened.
It takes some time, but finally I grab Taylor herself as I sneak out of the house, avoiding the streets.
Quest Complete
[Diablerie: The Ultimate Feast]
Objective: Drain a Cape (Complete)
Optional Objective: Drain three capes (Complete)
Reward: Create Ghoul, Fortitude, A Lair
[Create Ghoul]
By willingly feeding a living creature your blood, you can transform them into a ghoul. Ghouls possess great regeneration, strength and speed without the drawback of having the vampire's weaknesses, but they gain an obsessive addiction to the vampire's blood.
[Fortitude, Discipline of Endurance: Novice]
[Resilience]
You become more durable, from all sources of damage.
[Unswayable Mind]
Your mind becomes hard to affect with mind altering powers.
A location fills my mind as the world warps, a gift from my system for my overachieving nature.
It takes some time to get through the city undetected while I'm carrying a body, but before long I'm running through the forests surrounding Brockton Bay as I follow my mental directions.
Arriving in front of a large wrought iron gate, I pull out the key I feel in my pocket and let myself into the estate, looking up at the Victorian style gothic mansion with a growing smile.
Hidden from the outside world by tall stone walls, the mansion is surrounded by an extravagant garden, with a graveyard tucked away in the back adding to the foreboding atmosphere, oil street lamps light the path to the large building as I stroll into my home.
I was going to give you a lair in the sewers or something, but you did just kill the protagonist of this world so I figure it deserves a little more.
Protagonist? Ridiculous, I'm the only protagonist this world needs.
Ha, you might regret that.
Perhaps, we shall see.
Looking around the large, well furnished and candlelit rooms, I smile to myself as I feel truly at home for the first time since I arrived in this world.
Now, where to hide the body of one former protagonist? I hope this place has a suitably dark and gloomy cellar.
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Topic: Tinkertech Explosion in the Docks
In: Boards ► Places ► America ► Brockton Bay
Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Posted On Mar 31st 2011:
For those who didn't see or hear the blast, a large purple explosion went off in the Docks, disintegrating an apartment building and unfortunately, all those inside.
Fatalities are estimated to be around 60-80, as the authorities are still trying to work out who was there at the time, since the blast left no bodies.
This is only theory at the moment, but it's suspected that Über and Leet lived in that apartment building in their civilian identities, and that the blast was not an attack, but one of Leet's devices malfunctioning.
Über and Leet have not been seen since the incident, and they missed their last scheduled livestream.
Another theory is that the ABBs new bomb tinker, Bakuda, was responsible but that is currently seen as unlikely.
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►Deadman
Replied On Mar 31st 2011:
Those fucking idiots.
I called it that this would happen eventually, Leet was always dangerous, not because he's powerful but because he's fucking useless and can't make anything that actually works.
►Thatdude
Replied On Mar 31st 2011:
aw shit, no more streams?
►Feychick
Replied On Mar 31st 2011:
Honestly, this is tragic but not nearly surprising.
Remember when they did Mario Kart and the blue shell suddenly stopped responding to Leet's controls?
It's a miracle it flew into the sky before it blew up, if it had stayed on ground level it would have killed civilians.
Über and Leet were jokes, but the PRT really should have taken them down before this happened. An unstable, immature Tinker was never going to end well.
►Miraclemic
Replied On Mar 31st 2011:
Thatdude Dude, nearly a hundred people died because Leet is a fuck up and you're upset they won't be streaming again?
Oh no, what will we do without a pair of sexist losers running around harassing people for the entertainment of their fanbase of twelve year old boys?
►Procto the Unfortunate Tinker (Not a tinker)
Replied On Mar 31st 2011:
Yup, not surprising that Leet was irresponsible enough to take a ticking time bomb into a populated space.
He won't be missed.
►GloryGirl (Verified Cape) (New Wave)
Replied On Mar 31st 2011:
Ugh, that's what that explosion was?
Fucking Leet, what a clown. How irresponsible can you be?
►Thatdude
Replied On Mar 31st 2011:
ur just salty coz u lost to them lol
collateral damage barbie talking shit about people being irresponsible lmao
►Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)
Replied On Mar 31st 2011:
Thatdude Glory Girl has only fought Über and Leet once, and they only escaped because Leet threw a Bob-omb into a crowd as a distraction.
Sure it turned out to be a bluff because it didn't work but we've just seen the risk with Leets tech.
Rest in peace for all those who died because Leet couldn't take the hint that he was a shit tinker, if only the idiot had blown himself up in a more private location.
►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Mar 31st 2011:
After a raid by Miss Militia and Armsmaster on Leet's suspected workshop, it's been tentatively confirmed that Über and Leet were caught in the blast, and that Leet's most recent project was responsible for the blast.
Leet has been given a Birdcage sentence, thanks to the sheer amount of fatalities in this mess, but given the very high likelihood that he blew himself up, it's not likely to matter.
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Author's Note: I pulled myself away from Starfield to write this, praise me nerds.
Über and Leet don't get to fight back, Über's power gets wanked quite a bit but it's honestly kinda pathetic and he's even worse at using it and Leet is… well, Leet.
And yes, I just killed Taylor. I'm not apologising.
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