La Belle Gabrielle

[Vincent Lémartes]

Vincent ignored both his brother and other vampire he had ordered brought in and focused on Peters.
"Ahhh Peters, Iv been meaning to invite you to my office for quiet some time" He pointed to a place in front of his desk knowing that he would stand there. He did. Vincent paused to drink his whiskey. "So a guest comes into my nightclub and you are called to an incident involving him and you decided to point a gun at him in an inappropriate area to injure him, is that correct?"

Peters stood still in shock not daring to look away from Vincent’s eyes. "S...s...sir" He stuttered.

"Yes?" Vincent replied waiting to hear a brilliant excuse.

"Sir, it just that... he... I... Um... Harry... well" Peters said going deathly white.

"I see. What do you think there?" He asked of both his brother and the other vampire who he had called up acknowledging them for the first time.

[Zackary Kalen]

Zack remained silent for a few moments, chewing on the end of his cigarette in a manner that could eventually become a habit, he realised. After a little while, he plucked the ciagrette from his mouth and exhaled a long, calming plume of smoke with a sigh.

"I'll refrain from answering that," he said simply, replacing the cigarette and talking around it, "Probably easy to guess what I think of the situation."

[Kana Lémartes]

"Personally, brother, I think we should dispose of him."
Kana smirked evilly at Peters, fingering his gun again.

[Vincent Lémartes]

"Perhaps... let us see what we have to work with here" He said looking at the bundle of weapons that belonged to his guest.

If it is possible Peters went whiter.

[Kana Lémartes]

Kana strode towards his brother and laid down the pile of weapons he was holding on the table. He stood at the end of his brothers desk, watching Peters intently. The man looked terrified as Kana continued to stare at him, a kind of sick hunger in his eyes.

[Zackary Kalen]

Zack tilted his head, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at the elder vampire behind the table.

"There's some knives. Two pistols, and a small revolver," he said, suspicion growing, "...And a few bullets."

What exactly is he planning?

[Vincent Lémartes]

Vincent lifted out each weapon in turn and looked them over. He pointed each weapon at Peters for a time, but seemed to decided that none would be the right for the job.

Peters flinched as each weapon was lifted and pointed at him and sighed in relief as each was put away.

"No dear brother, this doesnt seem right" He paused and lifted his whiskey again and drank, he placed it back on the table. "I think that the only appropriate thing is to rob him of what he tried to rob my guest of" he said with an evil grin. "Brother, would you be so kind as to take care of that?" He said dismissing the soon to be dead Peters all together.

He then turned his attention to his guest.

[Zackary Kalen]

Zack watched the exchange quietly, weighing up in his mind what was going on. Personally, he didn't think that Peters deserved death. The idea of him losing what he'd threatened to take from Zack was amusing, but a little extreme.

Quickly, he realised that this was probably how this man worked. Violence, threat, more violence, maybe a little death. And from the glee in Kana's eyes, Zack could easily see that the other man was something of a sadist.

Geez, what exactly was he letting himself in for? The only saving grace, as far as he was concerned, was that Vincent kept referring to him as a 'guest'. But even that was somewhat of a double-edged blade.

"...Yes?" he said finally, answering Vincent's gaze with words.

[Joey Risk]

((Hold it right there! Isn't that considered stealing? XP You see since i blew off some Lycan's Nads Everyone is trying to take my idea, damn you all to hell XP...Forgive the terrible pun...I couldn't help it XD....Carry on ignore me...))

[Vincent Lémartes]

((Yes but Joey the difference here is that I do it because my man went to shoot a guest of mine in the crotch in my house. This is an act that must be punished. Where as you shoot a lycan in the crotch just to be harsh. This is a thing no man ever wants to happen to him. I am an evil tyrannical Vampyre who does this to show that anyone entering my house should be treated with respect. To kill them is different than to do them harm. You have to see that he cares for nothing and no one save himself. The punishment I give to Peters is different than what you did to the were-wolf. Mine is to show my evil nature and detachment from the rest of the world. Thinking myself a higher being and better than you all.))

[Joey Risk]

((Lol, fair enough....Anyone...Oh cookie! *Wonders back to his forum.*

[Vincent Lémartes]

johnswartz said:

((Lol, fair enough....Anyone...Oh cookie! *Wonders back to his forum.*

((Joey just to make this clear, this entire site is a forum. What you are in now is a thread. I think that you mean 'Wander off back to his thread' ['His' being used lightly considering it is all Niks]))

[Kana Lémartes]

Kana grinned evilly.
"I think, brother, that plan is entirely just."

He pulled his gun from the holster on his hip and aimed it between Peters' legs. He looked him directly in the face and grinned. Peters flinched visibly and looked as though he might vomit. Kana stared him directly in the eyes for a few seconds and whispered:
"Goodbye, Peters."

Then he pulled the trigger.

Peters' scream was enough to curdle blood. As the bullet from Kana's gun hit home, blood splattered everywhere and Peters dropped to the floor. He whimpered in pain, tears streaming down his face. He rolled towards Kana, who kicked him in the stomach in disgust, forcing him away.

As Peters lay on the floor whimpering in agony, Kanas hand rose to his face. He wiped away some of the blood that had been splattered there and looked at his fingers before wiping his hand on his blood-spattered jeans.
"Your blood is a disgusting colour, Peters. You should eat more vegitarians."
Kana smirked.
He looked at Vincent.
"Satisfied, brother?"

[Zackary Kalen]

To his credit, Zack didn't even flinch as the sound of the gun firing cracked through the air, followed by the blood chilling scream. Oddly enough, a small part of him was just satisfied that, in the end, it hadn't been one of his weapons castrating Peters.

Without so much as a shudder of revulsion showing on his hand - although inawardly he felt a little ill - Zack took his now-finished cigarette out of his mouth and crushed the burning end into the belt around his waist. He stared at Peters for a couple of seconds, before pulling a fresh cigarette out of his jacket and lighting it, inhaled a long, deep breath of nicotine smoke, before jabbing the cigarette in Peters' direction,

"Jesus. Is that how you people work?" he drawled, one eyebrow arching into his hairline, "Pretty messy if y'ask me..."

[Vincent Lémartes]

Vincent did not look at Peters; the scream did not even bother him. He was staring at his guest, he saw that he did not even flinch and made no signs of mercy for this man who would have wronged him. He smiled. "Brother, bring my guest a seat" He said Shooing this brother off with a wave of his hand. He stared at his guest, seeing if it made him uncomfortable. Peters continued rolling on the floor screaming, a pool of blood forming.

He gave a quick glance to Peters. The look of disgust plain on his face. He quickly looked back to his guest and in a flash decided something. He lifted the revolver that belonged to his guest and opened the bullet chamber, lifted one of the bullets and placed it in, then he closed it and spun the barrel and pointed it at Peters.

"If it goes click you live, if not... well then" He shrugged "We all know what happens" he aimed it at Peters heard, slowly pulled back the hammer and gently squeezed the trigger.



Click Peters had got lucky. Well as lucky as you can get for a man who has just had his bollocks blown off.

Vincent made an unhappy face. "Ah well Peters looks like you are luckier than I thought. Lets see if that lucky streak continues" He pulled the trigger once again.

There was a loud bang. Peters froze. The screaming stopped an all was deathly silent. Vincent smiled. All that remained of peters was a pile of ash on the floor and a pool of blood where he had been.