Yellowknife : A Very Good Night

[Christopher Saunders]

“You do not understand my logic. Everything, every grain of evidence that I have been able to decipher, points to one person. Tullio. My Father’s friend, always the second hand. He must’ve wanted to control, the power. That’s why I’ll go. And nobody is going to tell me I can’t.” He stepped past the fallen men with a Vampire’s grace, though the pair looked as though they wanted to take his, and Ornock’s, heads right off their shoulders.

Silence clung to the air, but he’d follow until he was certain where Ornock was going, and where Tullio was. Christopher was used to the dominant position, so this was slightly odd, but he’d tough it out.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

"Then you best keep up boy. I don't intend to stop during the day. It's the only advantage us werewolves have over y'all" As they hit the outskirt Ornock forced the fastest transformation he could making sure to unsling his back pack before he did. After that he slid it back on and took off without warning to Chris.

He headed north by northeast for half of the night and then shifted to a straight east direction. It appeared the silver arrow he got yesterday had healed just fine for his speed was even greater then it was last night and this being his woods for the most part he navigated it with ease. Most people if they saw him thought it was a fast moving wolf . A very LARGE vast moving wolf , but a wolf all the same. As the day break was about to be on them Ornock made sure to shift to human before the break and re-clothed himself coming into the small town he intended to hit where he would procure a vehicle to keep up his speed since the forest was thinning out in these areas and daytime wolf running would be bad.

[Christopher Saunders]

Chris merely nodded. The Were was fast, and had a lot of Stamina, he’d give him that much. And that arrow wound indeed looked better. Runs were a lot different when you could pace yourself. A basic rule: four legs could run faster then two, so he was being pressed to keep up, meaning jumps, and sprints instead of a steady jog.

Hours passed that night, but little to know conversation went on. He had wanted to ask several questions though. Little of Ornock was known by Vampire Prince, and after all, in Vampire time he was only a child. Children of any race could get bored. The way he’d started to entertain himself was by counting how many turns around his finger he could get on the ring. After jumping a small stream, he’d lost count.

Christopher was damn near exhausted by the time they reached the small town, and that was saying something for a Vampire. It would be… difficult to resist during the day. Ornock would have opportunities. A kind of doze, almost like am extremely short hibernation, is what he’d have to do to keep from over heating. And even then, too much exposure then poof, up in smoke, or more accurately, ashes.

“Where to now?” He asked Ornock, half tempted to add ‘Of fearless leader’ as a joke.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock grinned feeling a slight wind himself. He had trained like this for years though and not just hours. His wind was from holding the transformation on a near moonless night. He grinned at the boy and started to walk into the town.

"Why, I have 70,000 dollars I have saved up for about 20 years and I see a sexy 1967 dodge charger in mint condition I intend to buy. Stay here" Ornock had secretly set up this buy last night finally deciding to carry out his contingency plan. He walked up to the man and handed him the backpack and walked away with keys to his car. He opened up the trunk and sure enough there was enough clothes and supplies as well as 10 gallon gas cans in there to get him all the way he intended to go to. He turned on his car and drove over to Chris.

"If you have to go to the bathroom do it now. If you need sun protection do it now. Otherwise, I am going to leave you behind. " He grinned enjoying the car and enjoying the fact that he could go ridiculously fast in this car and look sexy while doing it. Then again, anyone looked sexy in a Black 67 dodge charger.

He made sure to purchase a few dozen steaks that he kept on ice and a few pints of cows blood. Just in case mosquito boy got thirsty. He didn't want to have to kill the poor boy because he got a little thirsty on the way. "Well come on now, daylights about to be burning and you look like you might not enjoy that mosquito boy"

[Christopher Saunders]

1967 Dodge Charger? Nice car. Even nicer if it was in the condition he had described.
‘Thank god you won’t let me drive.’ He thought after Ornock left. He was just a little bit lacking in the actual driving of a car, having been used to being driven.

Stay here. As if. Quickly, folding out his wallet to double check that his credit cards, ID, and several thousand in cash were inside, he quickly hurried off at a realitively human pace, buying the strongest sun screen he could, along with an umbrella, to shield it. He had slathered on the sunscreen and rubbed it in even as he had been walking out of the small store. The façade of him being some foreign businessmen or diplomat would work just find, as long as nobody paused to consider his age…

The wallet and the remainder of his money, still several thousand, were safely tucked away, as was the umbrella. “I’m fairly certain I’m good.” He’d taken the liberty of doing his business back at the store.

Slipping into the passenger side seat, he settled himself, closing the door gently. He doubted the man next to him would like it overly much if he slammed it. A small smile came to Chris's lips at being called mosquito. The small insect and Vampires were alike in a way or two... “Where exactly did you say we were going?” He ventured, raising an eyebrow as he buckled himself.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

"I didn't say, now did I? " Ornock revved the engine a couple of times then rolled down both windows. He sniffed the air and floored the accelerator turning the wheel 90 degrees causing the cars rear end to whip around and just as it got behind him Ornock straightened out the wheel and they shot off. Every once in a while Ornock would sniff the air and make sure they were still on the road.

"I have no idea the town he is at. I am following his scent. It's getting stronger which means we are getting closer. As long as I stay parallel to it or on it I can find his ugly ass and bring him down. " Ornock grinned as he said that reached over and opened his glove box. He pulled out a pair of Oakley sunglasses and put them on. They fit his face perfectly covering his entire eyes and they were mirrored making sure that no one could see his eyes.

"Try to get some rest bat boy. I can go like this for up to two days. I intend a small 4 hour nap somewhere but its going to be closer to night time. If I sleep at that time the moon will call to my blood and I'll wake up quick as a groupie takes her pants off." Ornock laughed at his own comment and started to put his foot further on the accelerator watching as he zoomed past the Canadian police. He waved as he passed them and waited for the horn to come on and them to try pulling him over. Apparently they knew this car before and knew that chasing it was ..... foolish to say the least.

[Christopher Saunders]

Christopher’s eyes went wide at Ornock’s driving. His chafer would never drive like this with him, or anybody in the car. That man was terrified to even hit a pothole with him in the car. Let a lone this… wild ride. In a way, he was enjoying this. Something new, not traditional, that he hadn’t experienced before.

He swiveled his head, watching the Canadian police. “I am not well educated on human driving laws, that would be my chafer’s job, but I don’t think that this bodes well for our travel.”

Get some sleep bat boy. Christian curled his lip. “Contrary to popular belief, we don’t turn into bats, though some of us can… glide in a sort of way. But that’s not flight.” He chuckled.

His head cocked to one side, confused. “Groupie?” Yes, the innocent ignorance of a child, a very sheltered child who had no need or like to have done anything to learn the meaning of the word.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

"Cops can eat deer shit as far as I'm concerned. " He grinned at his comment as he looked over at Chris. That was until he got all technical on the bat boy comment. He blinked several times and shook his head. He tilted it curiously then just ignored it completely.

It wasn't until Chris finally asked groupie that Ornock's mouth dropped open. He let go of the wheel in his state of complete shock and as the car started to drift off the road he grabbed the wheel again and jerked it back onto the road and went back to staring.

"Really mosquito boy? Groupie? You have never heard of one? Do you listen to music? Rock music? They are the girls who hang around the band in hopes that one of the band members would stick their dick in one of their three holes for a night. Well that or they just really love the band. I say it is the three hole theory though" With that he went back to looking at the road watching the miles burn away. He also watched his car suck the gas out of the tanks like it couldn't get enough. He would have to cycle back the speed if he didn't want to have to stop to refuel every 150 miles or so.

"You know mossy. I think you and I aren't going to get along. I might be able to tolerate you but your too stuck up. You need to loosen up. I mean , I have seen vampires older then you cutting loose. From what I hear there is an entire vampire cult dedicated to modern living! Shit mossy. After I kill this man dragging every scream possible out of the unliving shit, we are going to get you laid and into some good music for once" He nodded and went back to focusing on driving like he hadn't even said anything strangely out of the ordinary. He didn't realize that possibly someone didn't think like him.

[Christopher Saunders]

His hands caught the dashboard and the door as the car began to swerve, stabilizing himself and trying to consider why this Ornock would be so stunned at his ignorance. Christopher wrinkled his nose at the comment on rock music, but seemed to take in and accept his definition for a moment. “Classical and Traditional music is not bull-shit, just because I like to understand what one says. Haven't you ever been cultured?”

Christopher ran a hand through his hair. “Stuck-up? To you. Up-tight? I have been told that by several. A Ruler isn’t supposed to cut loose.” The list went on. It was amazing how oblivious sheltered children were to reality once they became adults.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

"Horse shit mossy. If rulers didn't cut loose they would die from over stuffiness. Even your daddy cut loose from time to time. " He grinned ignoring his choice in shitty music. "Boy if classical is music, then every time I take a shit it is the greatest composition ever written. "

"Culture is all relative Mossy. I think that a culture is only good for cheese. " He grinned and then looked at him one more time before winking at the boy. "Get some sleep Mossy. We will be done traveling for the day shortly. "

[Christopher Saunders]

Chris sighed, shaking his head at Ornock, who as of now was the closest thing he had to a friend. Sad, really. He had always imagined his company to be more civilized, but then again, Ornock had his moments, and he was quite the interesting character when he wanted to be.

Down to Chris’s personal appearance, he just appeared drowsy. “Mossy?” He yawned, momentarily flashing fangs. “I’ll think of something for you.”

He blinked, eyes hooding. “And I swear, if you do anything to me while I rest you will pay for it.” The look on his face of a Ruler had died down to that of maybe a 12 year old human: tired and wanting sleep.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock laughed throwing his head back at Chris' threat. He was laughing for a good minute before he finally allowed himself to stop laughing. He found it hilarious that this vampire thought that a werewolf ever broke their own word. Well, on second thought maybe the vampire's mistrust was well placed.

~ Time Skip~

They traveled for the next three days 20 hours a day only stopping so Ornock could get 4 hours of sleep a night to make sure he could maintain his form if he had to. On the fourth night just as the sun was going down Ornock slammed onto the break spinning the car perfectly into a parking spot. He hit Chris on the shoulder to wake him up. The hit was hard enough to wake him up but not so hard as to hurt, well not for long anyways. "Wake up Mossy. He is in that building right there "

He stood up and walked out of the car opening the trunk of the car pulling out four objects. The first three were bottles of water which he downed in quick succession. The fourth was what no one would expect a werewolf to drink. It was a monster energy drink. He cut open the top , never really figuring out how to work a pop top without his nails tearing straight through , and downed the entire can.

"Whats your idea for the attack Mossy? I favor going in, ripping everyone and everything to shreds in that building and then walk out happy. " He grinned at Chris and waited to see what Chris would decide on what they should do.

[Christopher Saunders]

Christopher glared at the Were, and rubbed his shoulder. His was definitely one of the most obnoxious, oblivious, and blunt companion he had ever traveled with. And he hoped he wouldn’t have to again soon. Quickly running a hand through his hair to smooth the professional look back into place, he observed himself. He had acquired a bit of stubble along his jaw, and looked quite tired. “I’m up, I’m up.” He mumbled, sliding out of the car and striding behind just in time to see the can of Monster being gulped down, and the three bottles of water empty, crumpled up. Inside Chris’s watering mouth, his tongue ran over his fangs. A feeding was necessary sometime soon.

He gave Ornock a droll stare. “We can’t do that.” Inhaling slowly, Chris looked over at the building, eyes appraising as he looked at him for a couple minutes. “Look at the cars around us.” He waved a hand, gesturing around. “All fancy, all expensive. We can’t bust in and kill nobles.” Yawning, and flashing fangs, Christopher continued. “I need to go in and make certain Tullio is in there, then lead him out.” By the time he’d finished speaking, a pleasant smile had found its way to his face.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

"Correction Mossy, YOU cannot kill nobles. I can. " He grinned as he shut the trunk and took off his shirt. He wasn't doing it for show , he was doing it because if it came down to it Ornock was going into wolf form and his top grew so substantially he didn't want to ruin one of his favorite shirts. The jeans on the other hand.... well they were easily replaced.

"Well Mossy if you feel that you can convince your buddy out here I will wait. If I hear the slightest disturbance or smell him trying to run I'm going wolf and I am going to eat his liver. Remember that Mossy" He grinned and slid on a nice trench coat that he had stashed in the trunk. He made sure it was fitted right and then leaned against his car waiting for Chris to move. "Well Mossy? What you waiting for? Him to come out here and invite you to action?"

[Christopher Saunders]

Christian muttered something, shaking his had. “You are going to get us killed if you keep that attitude up.” He said, but turned and strode off, entering the restaurant. Sure enough, after a bit of schmoozing with the waitress, he found out were Tullio was, and managed to get a message to him.

The man was taller then Chris, wearing a charcoal grey suit, with his hair thinning. Beady eyes watch Chris behind glasses. “Well, well, well. How are you m’boy?” He grinned.

“Good. Why don’t we go for a walk?” Chris smiled at the man, fake, yet convincing.
“Sure, sure.” He smiled, getting a dark glint in his eyes. It would be all to easy…
Chris slung and arm around his shoulders, steering them out into the darkness.
Tullio froze. “What’s that smell?”