A new start {Open}

[thanatos]

Ugh, I felt like a truck hauling a bunch of rocks had just hit me. My whole body felt numb as I just laid there, finding it hard to even think. The sounds of several people cursing and making a run for it seemed to come from far away. With all my will power, I managed to open my eyes noticing that for the first time in my life I was not in a cage. Instead thousands of bright light lights where shining down on me.

I could feel that I was laying on my left side, feeling a twinge of soreness running through me. Just how long have I been here? With some effort, I rolled over onto my bell taking note I was in a enclosed place. The smell of earth hit me, making me flinch as my sleep filled mind woke up with a snap.

Where the hell am I!?

One moment I was in my cage being a good boy and the next I'm here. I tried to remember just what happened back at 'home'. One of the guys came to feed me, nothing new, but what was in that shot he gave me? I shook my head, it hurt to much to think right now all I knew right now that open - what did they call it- sky was above me something I only saw once in a while.

I forced my self up, staggering some as my four legs seemed hell bent on not working. All I could do was stand there and look around. Ok, for some reason I was in a hole... wait... were they trying to bury me!?

Fear anger went though me as it all made sense. Those damn humans were trying to kill me! All I could do was snort. There was no need to get mad and upset since I was still alive, for now. If I wanted to live I would have to get out of this hole quickly but my body was still to drugged, all I could do was make a pitiful jump, smacking my nose on the earth wall in front of me.

They would be back, something in the back of my mind just knew it. A whimper escaped me, I did not want to die! My mouth opened on it's own, more whimpers coming from me as I could not pull my self together. I was going to die and there was nothing I could do to stop it! Sharp, short barks of distress came to me making me shut up for a moment as I thought another dog was near me just to find out the noise was coming from me. Great, not only was I panicking but I was letting the people that put me here know that I was alive!

I tried to shallow the noise but it only came back with more vigor as I started to claw at the walls that would soon be my permeant home. Why did this have to happen to me?! Why couldn't they go kill some other people like they normally do?!

[newland]

(Mind if I join in?)

Newland saw it all, not that any of it was interesting, but he had nothing better to do. Just a few men, and Newland had not yet hunted this night. What better place to start? He would whet his appetite with these ruffians, and then move on to finer, more tasteful prey.

He lingered, not knowing why. Why did he not just swoop in and kill them already? It wasn't as if they were worth waiting for, playing with... plain, hulking men with dirt under their blue collars and salty sweat on their brows. Newland's lips curled back in distaste, the young hot blood of the club downtown was calling his name. But first, this. He hadn't hunted in days, and he needed blood to sustain him before he went and began his favorite part of the game. He would need all his concentration, he needed to make it last. It wasn't just food, it would be pleasure, too.

Without further ado, and with that decided, he swept down his perch on the rusted tin roof of a shed and leapt to the ground, his heeled boots making no noise as they pounded against the dirt. They were near, so near... he could hear the blood rushing in their veins, pounding against their skin as if desperate to escape. Newland's jaw ached, his fangs already lengthening in response to the blood lust. Not long, now, not long at all -

He was nearly upon the closest one, now. He sprang upon him, grabbing the thick neck in his black gloved hands and pulling the man closer. The man was twice his side, but it made little difference to the vampire, who was by far stronger. The man struggled and cried out, but his cries were muffled as Newland's blood red lips parted and he dove for the man's throat. He didn't head for the jugular, instead, he went for the carotid artery. Blood sprayed straight into his mouth and gushed down his throat, straight from the heart, that sustaining life's substance. He sank his teeth in even deeper and embraced the man closer as a lover might to another. He drained the man quickly of his blood, and then dropped the body. The man's companion had run, but it was no matter. Newland was sustained, and he could hunt now, with little trouble. He whipped a white handkerchief from his breast pocket and dabbed his bloodstained lips with the corner. The blood soaked right through and left a ghastly stain against the pure white.

Slowly, his head turned, onyx eyes searching the area, making sure that no one was hiding in the shadows, watching his every move, waiting until he left to run into the streets and scream. These weren't the days of Count Dracula, a mob wouldn't form and there wouldn't be witchhunts and burnings, but it never hurt to be certain. The less exposure there was, the better chance he had of getting proper sport tonight.

He spotted something, movement where the men had been working. Curious now, he leaned forward to examine it, his black curls falling into his face and he brushed them away irritably. What the devil...?

[thanatos]

((Don't mind at all. Sorry for the wait.))

The smell of blood filled the air. It wasn't thick so it was not heavy, but only there as though a sudden change of wind could drag it away. My ears went back against my head, a whine of worry now escaping me as I did not know what would make the men turn on each other; if that was what it really was.

I backed my self up against the far grave wall, trying to get as far away from the smell of blood that was quickly turning into the smell of death. A soft thud came from above, making my fur crawl as though the fleas on me deiced to all start to dance and jump about at once. I was trying to see just who, or what, was up above me, but all I could smell was death, one that had been dead for a long time and another that had the fresh smell of a kill on it.

I hopping that the thing that killed one of the gang members would just pass by, not look into the hole I was in but luck was not with me. A head was looking down at me and I back at it.

It looked human, but it did not smell human. The smell did not bother to me to much, but it did make me uneasy. I turned my back on the thing, quickly trying to hop out of the grave but I always came just short of freedom. This was not good. I had no idea just what the thing looking at me was, it had already killed a man, and I was stuck in a hole. Not a good place to be.

I soon gave up with trying to jump out, instead turning back to the human like creature with my back pressed against the wall. If it was here to kill me, I was not about to give it such a simple task with my back turned to it. Even though I was unnerved, I made no indication of it besides having my ears flat against my head as I stared at the thing above me, making sure it understood I knew that it was not normal and not about to trust it.

[Isaiah]

I could hear growling, and faint sounds coming from just a ways away from me. I couldn't see that well. It was pitch black outside, but I had a flashlight. I was bundled up in 'pedestrian' clothes. It was cold out. Slowly I neared the grave. God knows what I was doing out here - but I had seen it in my dreams. God always pointed me in the direction I was supposed to go in. I neared the grave site just in time to see another person. I froze for a moment, suddenly uneasy. But, still I neared the hole.

"Hello Boy." I said as I finally laid eyes on the animal. I stayed kind of far from the other man, but I was already trying to figure out how to get the poor beast out of his trap. This was what I was here for. Right? I set my flashlight down with a little nod at the other man and slid a wooden plank into the grave. Hopefully it would be good enough to act as a ramp. I watched the other man, wondering just how intently he was watching me.

Finally I turned back to the dog. "Come her buddy..."