Various talents exist in the vampiric world. What is fairly clear though is that it stems from the clan the bloodline and age. Each clan or perhaps race of vampire seems to have a unique attribute. Certain bloodlines seem capable of carrying more attributes or perhaps having a skill not accessible by clan. And then age determines the strength where a neophyte is likely to surpass humans a thousand year old vampire likely would surpass most mutants.
Elaina has for some time now been deep in study. Her research founded on essentially deityhood. On the present earth and it's pathetic vampire and human spectrum neither side is impressive by her. If man is made in gods image then god is pitiful for man is but cattle. And if humanity is cattle then should not gods to be? To ensnared by nature and clandestine dispute vampiric culture is no where near it's full potential. Ela has sought to rectify that in order to defy natural selection she's tortured many with a focus on two in particular. Her neice Natasha, and a mutant Ruby. Both have seen extensive torment on a physical and psychological level. Her studies have proven profitable.
Within at least the bloodline used for the Howletzer name is a unique ability stemming from ones own blood. For Elaina it is a puppeteer oriented ability. Using open wounds on herself and another blood can be used like string. For this reason she's grown quite fond of the song Puppet Master but that's irrelevant to tonight's act.
One Hour Ago
Sitting in the Champion Tower Natasha was pretty comfy in a night shirt and underwear alone. Simply lounging with her katanas by the couch as yet again a series of luxury speakers blasted hard rock melodies. Daughter of Anthony Stark the girl had money. It was spent on guns and music in that order. The night was late as one would expect for a vampire like her, tranquil head banging however came at an abrupt end.
Glass shattered as a head burst through it had begun to rot but the scent was clear. Kenshin, known through Ronins as the last samurai and to Natasha as Yoshi. A part of her, not admitted or sought out in any way had loved the samurai. Even putting heart strings aside Natasha saw Yoshi as her best friend. She'd pursued clue upon clue however and never goten close. Gravity of the situation hit harder then she'd ever expected.
With azure rivers flowing Natasha was quick to grab Blood Moon her iconic vampire blade. The crystal katana however was in the hands however of a distraught teen. Difference in aunt and neice were haunting in severity. Heart broken lashed out, nothing to militarized calm executing simple dodge. Wrath was felt with a fire that was almost literal, paled in comparison to the Nazi scientist who was serene in times like this. A blow lands though on the tormenter.
Wrists part carmine tears decorate booming speakers lether cushions and of course the crystal blade. A nail splits Natasha's right wrist however and it's all over. As blood mixes into solitary strand katana sways in position being driven through the teen's spine causing paralysis.
12:05 AM Ronins Rest Market District
"I do love you Nat really. Such a lovely figure backed by a beautiful mind. Addicted to murder but so wise. Sadly though sacrifice must be made. I've nothing against you, nature simply has it's course." Gagged and bound in insulting fashion of heretic gesture the teen was crudely held up.
"One of us dies tonight niece. Best way that device shuts off is if my heart stops beating. Otherwise it'll just keep draining your blood, spine fluid, and some of your marrow." The center of the market was a fresh grave yard. Commanded by hypnosis upon the monitors some fifty people had committed suicide. Vampiric minions of Elaina had damaged the pipe lines to properly flood the streets. What this meant was that thanks to the pool of blood Ela had an legion of corpses at her disposal. It was one of the few times she felt her heart racing, a trap in motion, a helpless victim with life ticking away. Heroism was the unexpected variable the only thing to determine success or failure.
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