Our meeting led us to the hospital, just as I presumably figured was our next course. Too much conversing happens within our comradery, not enough action. How I yearn to be guiding this "herd" of allies on this obscure task bestowed upon us. Yet I am not permitted to be too hasty, for I could very well forfeit ...[writing missing]... Alas, it was concluded: the hospital.
Upon arriving, the atmosphere of the mortals employed was indeed chaotic. If only these mortal coils knew of the darkness that still walks this Earth; the predators that lurk the shadows of every street, no matter where one may roam. They believe vampires only to exist in folklore, in myth... They are fatally mistaken. Nonetheless, we were faced with the beginning of what seemed to be a catastrophe. A paramedical vehicle arriving every few moments only to unload the lifeless burden to haste away for the next.
Again, we conversed. To my liking, it was swift and conclusive. At least someone in this band of comrades thinks logically like I do; yet I am still unsure of him and his true intentions. As a matter of fact, I confess I feel that way to all of these allies; yet him in particular. Perhaps it is the ruthless justice he sees in all that he does. It is familiar... Familiar in the way that makes me envious. Envious, for I am not that headstrong in the ways of black and white. I do see grey in whatever choice or path that lies before me. His steadfast justice forcibly reminds me of him... Curses! Of course I am to be plagued with yet another reminder of the likes of him--father, why must thou torture me so?! Is it best to work close and steady with this present image of him, or retract my dealings as much as this task will allow? I will have a better conclusion after this mishap here at this hospital.
Peter has knowledge in the way of medicine, he informed. This proves to he a valid point of entry, masquerading as a doctor to arrives unannounced in the form of pale strangers to this world of over suspicious individuals. Peter suggested us all to enter under his lead. To that, I said "nay". For are my comrades blind to the concrete fact I am not that to which conversation is my forte? They may assume it is for the markings to my eye, but with a flip of my hair, that concern is no more. I am a hound, and forever will be. To delight in fool's talk to gather information; I leave those who know nothing of the wilderness beyond, or those who see no urgency in getting the job done.
To my utter surprise, the calculated one akin to me, Alter, opted to follow Peter into the sickly madhouse. Again, there is still a mystery to this man that I may never know, or would I wish to. If he is anything like him, then damn him to hell for all I care. This world needs less of his kind-- the neutralized monster. Ugh, I have trailed again! He vexes me so! And this Alter does nothing short of trigger my hate for that... shell-- of a man-- or whatever he is! Only God knows his true form and fate, the beast to be so lucky... To continue my writings of last night's tasks, accept my mindless rants: Alter and Peter entered in, leaving me with Calliope to track the surroundings exterior to involvement with talking flesh.
Sigh, the oddness this Daeva has. Upon finding fresh-- tire? Yes, tire--tracks, and the trampled grass about the entire hospital, new and to the looks of multiple persons' doing, she has become enraptured by a single bag of manufactured mortals' sustenance. To the extent she believed to have smelled its freshness, to even lure me into the investigation of it. As a brush of my shoulder, to try and illustrate my lack of caring, I suggested that the foolish assumptions she made of such object to be that of magic. This, unfortunately, only proved to deepen her infatuation with it. To this, I lost interest entirely, and even my level of reasoning with her I feel has, if not permanently, dropped. I let her be, and continued around the perimeter of the hospital.
Yet, she continued to press upon me that this was the item to solve the mysteries at play here. I only spoke swiftly to get her free of my working environment, and to my relief, she was off. To find some semblance of a laboratory to get it in looked into. Again, the oddness. I am leery of this one.
I further found what appeared to be an attempted break in, or at least to sound the alarms. A rock must have been thrown into a window and the glass broken. Yet no further exertion was made. Just the spider-webbed effect that allows occurs when effort meets glass. Yet at this time I received one of those-- forgive me... Yes, "text messages"-- from Alter. His findings therein, and to meet at the entrance of the E.R. To which I responded with an obedience to the doors. His messaged stated there had been 12 bodies, all exsanguinated and all puncture wounds 2 1/2 centimeters apart. Some with no defense marrings, some with. Yet no mention of possible vampiric vitae in the stomachs of the dead? That had me speculating. Indeed it is instant that one turns into a vampire once embraced; yet my knowledge of the occult leaves me to believe in such things as necromancy, and the tricks of the undead. Perhaps, if these were to be new vampires: what perfect feeding grown, and room for a possible epidemic, than that of a hospital?
I arrived to the entrance and witnessed more lifeless bodies being discarded and the paramedics racing off to collect more still. This was becoming absurd. And my concern growing. I entered in to find Peter trying to comfort a young mortal with what appeared to be an injured arm--why such sympathy with such lowly life? Perhaps this mortal had something to offer to this catastrophe at hand-- or he just has a sick fetish with practicing what used to be valuable to him as a human, making him believe he has some semblance of his human self still. Whatever the case may be, it seemed pointless. And there intercepting this young man was Alter, of whom I needed to see. As soon as Peter collected the young man back into his medical care, I had Alter lead me back to the room with those bodies.
Alter didn't seem so bemused to the idea that I seemed to be running in a fool's intuition-- then again I do not believe he thinks very highly or anyone, or anything, if they had thought of something first. He told me there was no such possibility that these could be potential new vampires. Yet I had to see with my own eyes. Of course someone not akin to bounty hunting would understand. Pft! City vampires. They know so little of the darkness beyond the comfort of easy prey and mass human life. 'Tis pathetic, really. Yet not every vampire has the privilege to do the line of work I trained so hard to obtain.
And like he said, there was no vitae in the stomachs of these victims. Yet I am glad I saw this with my own eyes. 'Twas not a moment later that I received a text message from Peter, someone to which he needed the hound to follow. I willingly obliged. Approaching him, he gestured toward the exiting young man he had been dealing with. I roll to my eyes and a sigh, I obeyed. Really, Peter? To what good will this low life bring me? I am beginning to think Peter has been cooped up in a small hole and has never been on a task other than that of a child's game. I began to follow, despite my disappointment in his suspicion in such an unworthy target. Yes, it is safe to assume anyone at this point as being an accessory to the goings-on here-- yet this man? Infinitely doubtful.
To my satisfaction, I overheard the tellings of approximately 50 victims and still more in counting. I "text messaged" back to the group of what I heard and asked if it were still my duty to follow something so pathetic. They insisted no, to my delight. And upon regrouping, Alter debriefed us of the rest he heard. The most recent attack being not too far. Curses, the conversing! Why can we not all be duty driven and think with a ticking clock? Damn city vampires!
We finally came to the decision to go to the last crime scene. Yet Alter called upon the help of another, one of which we met three nights ago at the theatre. A Marcus Anton. And it was agrees we would meet him there. So we were off. Upon arriving, we were to wait for Marcus' arrival before we began. The mental configurations of these vampires! Ugh! How I wish I could throw them into the depths of the wild and watch them squirm in fear of their surroundings! And of course this mindless conversing! To which we spoke enough to allow time for Marcus to arrive. A shady one, he is. I already foresee misfortune with him. Too haughty for what he was asked to assist with. Nonetheless, we continued on toward the fear-stricken constable. To which Alter Dominated his mind and gave us full access to the scene, and even the whereabouts to the next. I, of course, was asked to follow the constable as soon as he left for the next scene. I, without question, followed, seeing that conversing was to become the next action among my comrades. And from what I could overhear, Marcus was becoming a problem.
The distanced I followed, as soon as I arrived at the scene the constable started to seal it off withe the cautionary tape. I approached the body, but before I could investigate it, a flash past me. To this, my reaction was to follow. And thus, with my Celerity, I dashed after, seeing it was a vampire running away. Luckily, Calliope had been following me, thus she could act as a barricade and stop this potential culprit. And as soon as she tackled, I, too, took hold. Shortly, it became a struggle to hold him down and injure him. I was able to pull his fangs from Calliope, as Peter came around and started hitting him. All the while, realizing this culprit was indeed the young vampire who went missing three nights ago: Joshua.
Then Alter arrived, and put his rapier through Joshua-- and mercilessly penetrating my own flesh. The bastard. Then again, I would have done the same-- expect in my case ...[writing missing]... And before I could think a dreaded thought more, Peter took one of the stakes at my belt and plunged it into Joshua's heart... And he became still. At last! We stopped the squirming parasite! Yet with all of our successes, we are met with untimely circumstances: Calliope's Carthian acquaintance Rayon arrived, just in time to see her friend to be staked in the heart. Well, at least it distracts my comrades from ...[writing missing]...
We are still not finished here. We carried the body into Alter's vehicle. From there, it appears we head straight for his sire... This could the the end ...[writing missing]... but dust...
