Owner	Pose
Abraham Murray	It's early morning and the sun is still rising, not that you can tell from this particular alley. It's eerily quiet, not over the squeak of rodents is audible. Trashcans and dumpsters, trash and other detritus take up space mostly against the walls to either side. There's some old, dried blood spatter and damage that looks like it occurred some time ago. "This is the place Benny said he was sleeping, Abe," says an older man to a young fellow at the mouth of the alley. Both are dressed very warmly, but the older person's attire is mismatched and he's quite scruffy. It looks like he might be homeless. The young guy's wearing matching hunting camouflage hat, jacket and gloves and carrying a large camping backpack on his back, "Your friend sleeps here?" His eyes catch the blood and the damage in the alley and he shakes his head, "This place is scary, Burt. Let me go take a look around, I guess. You hang out here and let me know if anybody comes down the alley." The person identified as Abe proceeds to make his way into the alley, pulling a flashlight out of his pocket to illuminate things better. The light's beam flashes over the contents of the alley, the blood and the damage, too. As Abe moves deeper he looks over the trashcans and dumpsters and calls out, "Benny! Are you here? Burt's looking for you." There is no response.
Blake Riviere	Night coming to an end, it was time for all the 'good' little vampires to make their way home to the dark and rest, lest they burn at the kiss of dawn. Well...most vampires anyway, but Blake Riviere wasn't most vampires. With her time spent enjoying the evening and her most recent 'date' having been sent home in an uber with slightly altered memories and only a little less blood than they'd started the night with, Blake was in a good enough mood. Of course, as she paused to adjust her lipstick, intent on remaning ever-flawless even past her night out, the raven-haired woman pauses and blinks, sniffing lightly. Blood, and lots of it. That was never a good sign.
Abraham Murray	Abe does a quick once over of the alley, being careful to look over everything closely before he starts opening the dumpsters to see if perhaps Benny's inside of one. The young man winces at the thought, but doesn't allow himself to stop searching. He opens the lid of the first dumpster and peers inside, moving his flashlight's beam over the contents. Not spotting anything out of the ordinary the dumpster gets closed. Then it's on to the next one. Open, scan, close. Another one gets opened, scanned and... Abe spots a boot sticking out of the garbage and reaches forward to pull on it, "Benny?" It might belong to Benny, just like the severed foot inside it. "God protect me," Abe says softly after dropping the body part back into the dumpster. He starts looking around, checking all angles including looking up. "Burt," says Abe with a shaky voice. "Um. I think we should contact someone or..." He's cut off by a sound from behind him as Burt shrieks in fear! Turning swiftly he sees the other man being corralled into the alley by a trio of red scaled creatures, each about the size of a full grown German Shepherd dog. "Don't run, Burt! Just stay calm," Abe says to his companion. "If you run they'll probably chase you and they've got four legs to your two." Burt is backed further into the alley by the strange creatures, but he doesn't run, "Abe, is there another way out of here?" The young man shakes his head and says, "No. Um. Whew." He seems at a loss for what to do, or maybe he's making up his mind. It appears to be the latter when Abe starts moving to try to put himself between the creatures and Burt. Abe reaches under his hunting jacket and pulls out a fixed blade knife, before yelling at the beasts, "Scram! Git! Don't make me hurt you!" It doesn't appear to phase them.
Blake Riviere	Well, if the scent wasn't going to get her attention? Well, Blake wasn't going to miss the shriek of fear. A blink, and then...she was a silhouette of shadow, a creeping fog that swept through the alleyway and sent a chill down the spines of human, mutant and...perhaps even scaled horror alike. When the silhouetted shadow starts to take shape once more, Blake's form was wrapped in her black and red almost 'gothic' attire, her hair up in its dark ribbons and her eyes aglow with their red light making her non-human nature that much more obvious even before one might ever see her fangs. "What do I find, making a mess in the morning?" she speaks, as her physical form fades into view.
Abraham Murray	The creatures look around when their senses detect the fog, the beasts' eyes focusing briefly on the scary woman. Simultaneously, all three monsters start growling loudly. When Burt sees the woman take form he forgets not to run and bolts deeper into the alley. This, in turn, causes the red creatures to try to go after him. One leaps over Abe's head as the others just seem to go around. As the first critter is in the air over Abe's head the young man suddenly moves in a blur, his knife is driven straight up into the red thing's underside and through it's scales and into it's body. When it hits the ground it collapses in a pool of its own black blood. Abe's speed seems to return to normal as he turns to go after the other two red things that went around him.
Blake Riviere	That sort of speed? It wasn't human, Blake could tell that much...but in a world of metahumans, mutants and monsters? Well, she wasn't going to freak out about it. When the creatures run however, seeking prey or perhaps sensing she was a greater predator, the vampiress clicks her tongue and moves with inhuman speed of her own, leaping up and high only to bring her heels down on one of the creature's head in her landing.