[Sodium_noir] After the strike

[Spikey]

Tellos 
Dhampir
China Town about 8pm

>He ran and ran even activating celerity in the open streets though he knew 
>it was dangerous. He had to get out of china town and NOW! He ran looking 
>more and more like a blur to the human eye up to a point. He would turn 
>corners push past people knowing the gunshots would alert those who ran this 
>part of the city. The police wouldn't come they didn't run China Town and 
>they had no real power to do things here. 

The creature that followed him across the rooftops drew far less attention than Tellos. His mastery of Obfuscate had been much more refined than that of his companion on the hunt. 

Of all the Nosferatu of Troglodyte towers,this one was by far the least human. He had clung to the wall and watched Tellos dispatch his clanmate with cold fascination and absolutely no emotion whatsoever. His grasp of his Disciplines kept him masqued from the meagre powers of the half blood. As Owen had been reduced to Ash by the mortal hunter, these creatures only response had been an appreciative nod. A brief flash of respect for the Dhampir, a flare of interest.

And so when Tellos had fled, the Nosferatu had pursued. Leaping effortlessly from rooftop to rooftop, wall to wall. Unseen by mortal or beast he kept pace with the Dhampir and observed the shock and awe he caused as he burned precious blood to flee through crowds of humans. Breaking the masquerade? Well not really, the beast doubted that such a person even knew of that pathetic Camarilla law.

>As he approached his Motorcycle he would jump up and get on and start it up.


The Nosferatu came to a rest atop a nearby building. Watching his quarry mount the bike and sucking his bulbous lower lip in thought. He would struggle to keep up with a machine like this and in truth saw no reason to do so. Auspex and the eyes of a hawk, he read the licence plate and scanned the bike for individual markings. 

>"Time to move on." He said to himself as he revved up and started screeching 
>off. He still turned on his police scanner. The Radio traffic was so far 
>normal but if he heard the words "shots fired" and the location being where 
>he was he would know he had to kill the speed limit adherence. The human 
>firing at him was not planned for and was a screw up. Damn how did it come 
>to this!

>Well worst case situation. His cover got blown and the vampire would if they 
>paid any attention know something up. Well if that happened he'd have to 
>fight back as usual.

The Nosferatu spun on what where once heels but now looked more like the claws of a bird. His ragged coat billowing pout behind him as he headed back towards the scene of the crime. He didn't like to let any prey live once he had marked them for death ....


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