Chloe takes the bottle and takes a swig. She couldn't distinguish what type of liquor it was from the taste. Whatever it was, it was vile like nothing she had ever drunk before. She managed to choke some down before passing the bottle on to the other woman. The alcohol didn't sit any better in her stomach than it did in her mouth. Though it didn't burn on the way down it made her feel like she wanted to wretch. "Thanks; now, can someone point me to Houser Street?"
The woman did not take a swing fro the bottle, but at Chloe's comment, she laughed heartily. "Hahaha! Already rejected Francis!" She chuckled as she pointed at the older man, making him scowl. "Oi! At least you could return our hospitality with your person!" The older man barked, making the woman and even the man on whom she was sitting on, chuckle a little. The younger man looked around nervously.
That one is dangerous; Chloe thought. It’s just a matter of time before he tries something. “Of course, how rude of me,” Chloe says and sits down. “This seems a weird place to have get together.”
The man seemed to be satisfied with Chloe's compliance. The youngest of the bunch als0 relaxed as he sat down on the crate. "It's a place where we can peacefully party." The man said as he took a swing from the bottle. His arm moved around her shoulder as he gave Chloe a bottle. The young man walked up to her with a bunch of pills and offered her some.
Chloe took the bottle and, grabbed one of the pills indiscriminately, and popped it in her mouth. She followed it up with some of the foul liquid to help her swallow it. She did her best to hide her disgust at the taste of liquor. "So what do you do to party? Besides, drink terrible booze and pop pills, that is?"
What she said earned her looks. "Damn girl!" For the first time the man who was glued to the woman, apparent alpha of the group, spoke. "You sure have a strong head!" He laughed, making the woman sitting on his lap giggle as well. Startled, the young man looked at the pills, took out one of the bag and sniffed it. The man sitting next to Chloe frowned as he looked at the bottle. He then lowered his hand that was over Chloe's shoulder and grabbed her tit. "Well, we have another way to have some fun~" He said as he closed his mouth to her cheek and gave it a lick.
Chloe pushed the man off her and stood up, still gripping the empty bottle she had with her when she met this group of miscreants. "That doesn't sound very fun to me. Besides, I already have a man, and I'm not a cheater."
"Oh, for fuck-" Francis got up, quite angry and in a swift movement, struck her with enough strength to throw her into air. Spoiler: Physical 2- fail Chloe fell on the ground, disoriented. She was not in pain, but the sudden action left her quite surprised - especially since Francis was already walking up to her - before she knew it, he grabbed her by the dress, ripping it open, freeing one of her breasts. "Listen bitch, you are going to fucking spend some time with us, and you are going to like it!" His voice was annoyed, full of anger and demand.
Chloe heard his words and knew she was in trouble. She thought about what Hector had told her and concentrated on letting the blood strengthen her. She reached for the bottle, stood up, and swung it at the man who had ripped her dress.
Chloe allowed her blood to flow through her... and suddenly, she felt her body become... better. But it was strange... it was as if her dexterity suddenly became better. She had certainly gained better balance and control of her body. Spoiler: physical 11 vs DC 7 - success He punched, his fist going straight at Chloe's face as she was getting up - but she moved her head, just enough to make him miss. Francis blinked surprised at her dodge. Spoiler: physical 6 vs DC 7 - fail Chloe swung the bottle, but as she was unfamiliar with a change of her body, she swung to wide and Francis managed to jump back. The young man reached behind and twirled a blade knife, as he slowly approached Chloe, while Francis moved from alongside him. "Come now - you don't want my friend to cut your pretty little face. Be good, and we will just leave you fucked good and just a little beaten up." He said as he moved slowly forward.
Chloe looked at the men. She didn't feel fear. It was replaced by something cold and calculating. But she did feel hunger. She felt a desire to bite down on those tender, delicious necks and suck these assholes dry. “I’m not the one that needs to be afraid. You boys don’t know what you’ve stepped into. But I am going to enjoy it when you do realize how fucked you truly are.” (I want to try to intimidate them with presence. Then I want to attack the knife wielder with the bottle)
Francis looks at Chloe, and he looks rather pissed of. "You fucking-" Spoiler: Discipline resist vs DC 12 - 1 success, 1 critical failure, 2 failures 14 7 5 1 but stops speaking as he feels the air change suddenly. The leader gets up, his face worried, yet also stormy for some reason. "Ahhh..." The young man's eyes became glassy, as he could not take away his eyes from her. Spoiler: attack 9 vs DC 5 As Chloe waves the bottle, the man is to out of it to act, even if her attack is clumsy. The bottle shatters on the young man's head, knocking him out. The only one to react is the leader who grabs a pipe as he advances on Chloe. But the attack seemed to waken the other two.
Chloe can smell the blood flowing from the gash in the unconscious man’s head. “Last chance to flee. Or I get to drink what I really want!” Chloe licks her lips, her fangs extend as she prepares to feast on the thug in front of her.
Spoiler: social 13,8 vs DC 10 "Ahh!" Francis hicks and quickly turns around and starts running away. The leader frowns as he twirls the pipe. "Don't know who you are gal, but you decided to pick the wrong crowd to start trouble with." He said as he started moving forward. His actions made the woman snap from looking after the escaping man, to look at Chloe. With a frown she grabbed a pepper spray that was in her pocket and took out a knife and also prepared to fight. Spoiler: attack 16,11 vs DC 10 1 vs dc 10 Before Chloe could know it, the man was upon her, the pipe smashing against her side, the strength of such magnitude that she was raised from her heels. Then before she could react, another strike landing at her ribs threw her against the wall. She opened her eyes, just for a moment to see the woman upon her raising the spray. Chloe grabbed her hand and twisted- "Ahhh!" The woman wailed, as her own pepper spray splashed on her face. She dropped on the ground, crying and trying to remove the substance.
The blows from the group's leader stung, but not like they should have—a cold, dead pain where there should have been fire. Chloe could feel the blood flowing through her. She almost felt warm for the first time in days. She looked at the leader and his pipe. No he was kine for slaughter. Chloe lunged at him, fangs bare, ready to bite down and drink deep.
Spoiler: Attack 5 vs DC 8 - fail As Chloe jumped, her fangs barred, the man raised the pipe just quick enough for her mouth to snap around it. "What the fuck are you!?" The man barked, now a little scared. Spoiler: man 18,1 vs DC 10 - success, critical fail -> fail He tried to throw her away, but he slipped and fell on the ground, hitting with the back of his hand against the container. The two, vampire and human, quickly got up but Chloe could smell his blood, dripping from the cut on his head.
“A sweeter end than scum like you deserves,” I say. I retrieve the pepper spray from the fallen woman and spray it at the man.
Spoiler: attack 4 vs DC 8 - fail 15, 13 vs DC 12 - 2 successes The woman lay on the ground, trying to remove the offending liquid from her face. Chloe snatched the spray without her resistance. Moments later she aimed and spayed the man - only for his pipe to crash on her wrist knocking the spray out - Chloe winced as she felt the bones break. Moments later the pipe crashed on her chest - her breasts cushioned the blow but it still made her fly of the ground and land in big metal container of trash. The difference in weight was... substantial.
Chloe concentrated on her wrist like she had her lip trying to use the blood to knit the bone back together. Then she uses it to leap forward, trying to tackle her assailant.
Spoiler: Attack 11 vs DC 8 - success 14, 5 vs DC 12 - 1 successes The wrist twisted and mended with a crunch. Slowly... Chloe pumped more blood, and it twisted in a way that would be unhealthy if she was mortal. She felt the blood going into this - she was hungrier... Chloe jumped of the trash and dumped straight at the punk. She tackled him and both of them rolled on the ground. She knelt over him and raised her hand to strike - only to stop as she realised the man's neck was broken. And for a moment there was nothing but silence. One punk escaped, one was dead, one was unconscious and one was on her knees blindly seeking for something that would help her clear her eyes. "Micheal?" The woman spoke, her voice uncertain in silence.
