The pulse pounding rhythm and mind jarring mayhem of the metal act, The Human Fuse, reverberating through the vast interior of the Tower nightclub, its elite members mingled and danced and shared experiences. The creatures of the night revelled in their immortality, some new found, some centuries old.

Just then a cold draft ripped though the eastern entrance of the nightclub, a draft much more chilling than the present ambience.Yet that section of the nightclub was not open for entry, in fact it was only accesible by the very elite of the Rancour clan. Immediately the more experienced vampires knew or rather felt it in their bones that things were not going to be as they had planned.

Long and mournful howls as if from the depths of hell confirmed their fears and a mass of grey fur, fangs and raking claws burst into the central area, completely distroying the eastern wall. Werewolves, all.
Tall, muscular behemoths, eyes glaring red, tongues lolling and fangs dripping with foul salivae. Their dirty grey fur gleaming in the pusling lights of the dancefloor, the nine mutant werewolves of David Evin fell upon the shell shocked party revelling vampires.

Inexperienced and lowly members of the undead fell swiftly to the savage assault of the werewolves, decapitated heads, torn limbs and ripped-out guts strewn everywhere, while the more battle hardened of the vampires took defensive stances. Elisabeth screamed commands as she watched in grim horror at the destrucion of her place of pleasure.

Osira, James, Westly and a few of the Langdons each found themselves cornered by a snarling, drooling savage beast intent on devouring them. Elisabeth kicked a mutilated vampire out of her way as she charged up to stand beside her love, now bleeding from a deep gash at the hip. James smiled at her weakly as he fended off his attacker. Osira and Westly stood back to back awaiting the beastly lunges of death, even as old Greyburn struggled vainly against the mammoth lycanthorpe that tore at his gut.

Rhea Kane backed away from one that towered over her, salivating fangs nearing her lovely face. She sidestepped swiftly, her twin blades flashing out. "Please don't let it be Adam," she heard herself whisper as she lunged at the beast savagely.

Lucian, smiling and calm, carefully flicked out two of his newly developed weapons. "Time for the ultimate test, my dearies," he whispered.


OOC - The puppies are in the killzone, what will the poor vampie-pampies do? Please make it a struggle.