Anakoni Stark

   

After watching all four seasons of Battlestar Gallactica I've decided to give Helix a try and it's just as good! I've also been watching Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. which helps with waiting for The Winter Soilder. There's also the new volume of the American version of Being Human to help me with dealing with the fact that Alphas is gone. But it still feels like I'm missing a few shows to watch; any suggestions?

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rt7RBUgF-34[/youtube]   Skirt Kyile Minogue Vs. GTA   Hurray, new music.

  Lara, helping you from The Endurance wreck and getting off the island of Yamatai was a hell of a lot of fun. It was so good that I'm going to do it again.

After spending what seemed to be an endlessness bout of eavesdropping on a subterranean party; the pairâ??s door finally opened as the full moon shone brightly through the roomâ??s window. They were greeted by a dark haired woman with very sharp features, alluring body and black tight clothing to match. The new woman looked at the doctor and his companion with a sly smile on her face while checking them both out as she walked in a circle around the two. Aliâ??s right slowly reached toward the handle of his blade as Isabelle tried her best to remain calm; they both knew something was different about this woman. â??Whoâ?¦ Who are you!?â? Isabelle asked the firmness in her voice did a great job of hiding her fear as the French woman flicked her wrists to expose her blades. â??I was sent by the oneâ??s from the Sanctuaryâ?¦ Toâ?¦ Ahâ?¦â? The new womanâ??s voice was as smooth as glass when she spoke to Theroux; the French woman felt slightly turned on by the sound, which caused the agent to smile slyly again. â??â?¦ To help the two of you get there.â? The agent laughed marginally when she turned to Santiago and brushed her hand on his cheek. Ali made a husky grunting noise as the new womanâ??s lithe fingers slid down his jaw and he too found himself attracted to their recovery specialist. Isabelle was shocked to find that Aliâ??s hand had fallen away from the handle of blade and the doctor relaxed a bit more while their new acquaintance opened the curtains of the room. Santiago found himself in a terrible predicament as he fell to the floor while clutching his stomach and began to groan in pain. Isabelle wondered what was happening to her guardian when she realised that the full moon was in effect and he was beginning to turn, which always frightened Theroux, but to add to the stress; there was also a new person in their presence that was now closing in on the Spanish vampire. The new woman laughed again and spoke to both of them as Isabelle went to aid Ali. â??Waitâ?¦ This isnâ??t a joke is it, doc?â? Isabelle asked as she noticed that Aliâ??s skin began to pale out and she could hear the sound of something clicking in his mouth as Santiago replied. â??Of course it isnâ??t!â? Ali reassured her as his words became harder to understand and he began to try restraining himself from Isabelle. â??Noâ?¦ When was the last time you ate?â? Theroux questioned the doctor as she got up and slowly backed away from her boyfriend. â??I found this nice Italian restaurant on my way overâ?¦ Almost got kicked out for eating the entire menu in one sitt--- ARGH!â? Ali got back up to his feet and began staggering towards Isabelle. It seemed that the doctorâ??s attention was solely focused on her and not on the other woman in the room, who was now smiling at the situation that had transpired in the small derelict apartment room. â??See this is easyâ?¦ You, doctorâ?¦ Youâ??re going to be in a lot of pain since youâ??re going through theâ?¦ yâ??know.â? Santiagoâ??s grunting of protest finished the rest of her thought when she turned her attention to Isabelle. â??And you? Who needs you anyway? Youâ??re not even worthy of enslavement, human.â? The unknown womanâ??s words were scalding but Isabelle didnâ??t want to show weakness in front of the only person she trusted. The other womanâ?¦ Something isnâ??t right. Kill her, Isabelle! Ali thought as the agent turned to Ali and began making out with him. While the bass of the underground party vibrated through the floor; Isabelle saw that the vampire and his new suitor did not make physical contact. The French woman noticed an ethereal substance passing between the two; a red smoke escaped from the doctorâ??s lips as Aliâ??s body began to weaken in its rage containment and went into the new womanâ??s mouth and her stature became stronger. Thatâ??s when it made sense to Isabelleâ?¦ Weâ??re dealing with a succubus. Arenâ??t we? The new woman, who was now fuelled by Aliâ??s blood lust, turned her attention to Isabelle. â??Your boyfriend was really tasty, like caramel filled cannoliesâ?¦â? The succubus commented as she closed the gap between her and Theroux in the blink of an eye. On instinct, the brunette drove her daggers into the assailantâ??s stomach which produced a shriek from the succubus. â??Wellâ?¦ That was easyâ?¦â? Isabelle thought out loud as she smiled while twisting her blades in the womanâ??s stomach but their joy was short lived as the succubus inhaled and began draining Theroux of her life force, as the blue mist was being exhumed from her lips. â??What do I do, Ali?!â? Theroux hollered to the vampire, who growled with ragged breathing when his name was called. â??Heâ??s too weak, Frenchie. Doctor Santiago canâ??t help you now!â? The succubus laughed which caused Isabelle to drag her blades up from the succubusâ?? stomach up to the base of her ribcage. â??Pourquoi ne pas mourir?!â? As the sound of flesh being ripped punctuated the sound of the throbbing bass, Isabelle kicked the succubus away from her and toward the window while running back to Aliâ??s side.  There was now a trail of blood that was splattered across the floor along with the frightened human woman and the paralysed vampire. The succubus roared at the young woman as the wound closed up and she charged at Isabelle again. â??You are rather tasty, Frenchieâ?¦ Strawberry tiramisu, and guess what?â? The succubus questioned as Theroux slashed the attackerâ??s throat open and the blood sprayed onto the walls as she wrapped her hands around Isabelleâ??s throat and began to apply slight pressure. â??I. WANT. MORE!â? The succubus shrieked in excitement as she began draining Isabelle of the rest of her soul. The French woman kept trying to stab her attacker, creating a seemingly endless fountain of blood that began to cover the room but she could feel her body giving up as one of her final stabs came and went. Iâ??m so sorry, Ali. I triedâ?¦ Isabelle thought as the faint sound of a hammer being cocked rang through her ears.   With a deafening bang, the succubusâ??s head exploded into a mass of red and black viscera as if it was the icing on the blood room cake. The body fell to the floor as Isabelle regained consciousness almost immediately and began inhaling as deep as she could. Theroux noticed that Ali was standing with a smirk on his face as he put his magnum away as Isabelle ran to him for a hug. Theroux found that Santiago was on his last legs as he almost collapsed into the hug. Ali pulled out a handkerchief from a jacket pocket and tried to give it to his girlfriend who took it and in one big swipe; the blood from her face wound up on the handkerchief. â??When was the last time you fed, Ali?â? Isabelle questioned as she hugged him tighter and the pair slowly made their way to sitting on the floor. â??Itâ??sâ?¦ Been about a yearâ?¦ Creo, Isabelle?â? He answered with a harsh cough and he began to break out into a cold sweat. Isabelle panicked and rolled up her sleeve while offering herself to him. â??No puedo Izzyâ?¦ Usted es bastante débil como esâ?¦â? Ali turned away from his girlfriend as she tried desperately to get him to eat as the door opened once again.

Affer four days of irritating rewrites, I've finally posted. The throbbing bass track that is playing downstairs from their meeting room is Sleepwalking by Photek   Also here are the links to Alejandro and Isabelle's backstory if you guys are interested in reading it....   Part One Part Deux Part Tres   - A

I was confused by the fact that the doc and Miss Theroux got escorted from their waiting room; or so from what I gather from Anthros' post. But I can get rid of the post if you'd like; since honestly... (Maldito mierda) that's probably the worst thing I've written in a long time.   0808hrs PST: Post hidden due to continuity errors.

I'm running through my second playthrough on Nephilim difficulty, and I'm having a difficult time putting it down. The combat engine's fluidity was one of the things I noticed from Dante's Awakening that was a good thing (it's less taxing on my hands), although the length of the game was kind of a shock for me. I finished my first run on Devil Hunter in about four hours... But since I still have a tonne of combos to learn and dial together on top of the remaining four difficulties, that just made the game that much longer... Until the expansion starring Virgil is released.   Plus one of my favourite bands, Noisia, wrote most of the score for the game which is a real trip go from the metal flavoured stuff from the original games to the (in the words of my friends) Semi-Seizure/Death-Electro... And I LOVE IT. I cant put their half of the soundtrack down, I have yet to find the Combichrist half of the score.

    Almost five years had passed since Doctor Santiago was turned into one of the followers of the Corvus clan and he had exhibited very few (rather violent) cases of blood lust since then. He had grown fond of the taste of the locals instead of those who came to Miami during the holidays. Aside from trying to hide the few dead people by dumping them in the Glades with the hope of the gators turning them into cadaver jerky; he had also noticed some slight changes to himself. For the last 1,587 days he discerned that his physical being didnâ??t change at all since the night of the bite as if someone decided to freeze the sand in the hourglass that was glued to the table. Another interesting thing that not only he noticed but every one of his gym buddies as well; was the fact that his reflex times were quicker and that the Spaniardâ??s punches had more weight to them. That might come in handy next time I go to the club. Ali thought as he did some physiology research and calculated that while his metabolism and exterior aging had come to a halt; his actual age was projected to be in his early 220s.       It was another early evening of working out at the gym but the only difference was there were very few people in the building. Ali remembered seeing probably a maximum of ten people in the entire building; a few in the racquetball courts, two in the cardio room, a few cute girls accompanied by their meathead boyfriends on their way to the sauna. He also remembers running into the attractive blonde 20something who probably was a small time local model that spent the evening shifts watching the front desk, greeting people as they came and went.       â??Why, howdyâ?¦ Doctor Santiago. How is your evening going for ya?â? The southern belle inquired truthfully. â??This night is young and alive, Kelly. Itâ??s young and alive.â? Ali responded with a spell of dejection in his voice but Kelly couldnâ??t pick up on it since she was so enamoured every time he had spoken to her. â??Wellâ?¦ Thatâ??s wonderful doc, the boxing ring is emptyâ?¦ Will you be needing anything this evening?â? Once again he sensed legitimacy from the blonde, which he had found to be relatively odd, even if the place was as dead as his morgue tonight; Kelly was never this nice or considerate to the other patrons. He also noticed that she straightened up her posture when he came through the door.       â??Not necessarilyâ?¦ Just that Iâ??m not to be bothered during this time.â? Aliâ??s voice had a sliver of annoyance from dealing with the girl at the front desk. Kelly nodded and agreed to do as she was asked; which only fuelled the doctorâ??s well obscured irritation with the blonde. As the doctor made his way to the back of the building, he could hear the blondeâ??s audible swoon which made him shake his head in repugnance. What is it about me that works them up like that? He wondered as he set his backpack on a bench, made his way over to the punching bag and went to work.       With every blow that landed, Aliâ??s mind stopped focusing on the workout and began drifting back to the killings he had made.  His first target was one of the off duty bartenders he had spent the night eyeing the new female tourists with. Ali remembered how weak the man was as he feebly tried to push him off. The poor guyâ??s blood tasted rather tart. Santiago recalled to himself as his mind fast forwarded to his next two victims, two dark haired twins who exhumed the Californian plastic egos which took everything that had transpired in the flat without a grain of salt. They both thought that his biting was just some sort of fetish that he took care of with every suitor he brought back to his place. Whatever they had, it was really strong. Santiago recalled going to work the next morning with the hangover sent directly from Mother Nature.       As he continued his mind also recalled the one night stands that he used as a cover up to take a few nips of the crimson drug from some of his suitors. I just hope they wonâ??t notice the fucked up hickeys on their necks anytime soon. Ali thought when his mind rewound itself back to the night he had become part of the legion of porphyria haemophiliacs as he relived the moment; Kelly decided to watch her favourite Latin doctor workout and she noticed his punches were getting quicker. As Ali found himself mentally entwined with a spell of post traumatic stress; the memory shifted into a nightmare which Santiago was the assailant and Theroux was the victim.       While his consciousness was in a deadlock of horror, his punches got stronger and faster. Isabelleâ??s screams and pleadings were echoing through his ears and the moment his fangs sank into the French womanâ??s neck Aliâ??s physical body let out a scream when the final punch landed on the bag, which threw it clear off its chain as it sailed halfway across the room which caused the blonde to gasp in amazement, giving her voyeuristic position away.       â??¿Qué es lo quieres, Kelly?â? The doctor asked flatly without looking toward her, his attention transfixed on the dance mirror that showed no reflection. â??Youâ??re aâ?¦â? Kelly couldnâ??t finish her statement as she made her way toward Alejandro with a letter in her hand.       â??Yes, I am. Kelly. Donâ??t tell anyone or things will transpire between us that you will not be fond of.â? Santiago warned the blonde as Kelly stared in horror of just staring at her reflection when the doctor was standing next to her. Aliâ??s attention turned to the letter; judging by the intricate wax seal keeping the paper together he knew it was for him. Probably some college in the Northwest who want me to give a lecture on how to build a psych profile of potential suspects. He thought as Kellyâ??s voice picked up again. â??A man told me that this was for you, sir.â? The blonde timidly handed him the letter and quickly ran out of the boxing area back to her desk while Santiago packed his bag and walked home.       He walked past Therouxâ??s door and knew she wasnâ??t home for she had called him during the nightshift and told with excitement in her voice that she was curating one of the short engagement exhibits at the art gallery at Miami U. Ali scoffed at the mental image of the now 28 year old French woman berating and harshly critiquing the art pieces in her native tongue under her breath while guiding the newer freshman through the halls of the exhibit. As walked in he noticed a note taped to his fridge. Itâ??s probably her; she shouldnâ??t worry so muchâ?¦ He peeled the note from the door and placed the other note on his bar. It was a simple reminder that she had fed his dog and checked his landline for voicemails and took notes of those who called for him. The bottom of the note read Je tâ??aime, Ali. With a smear of a pink lip stain at the bottom and it struck Santiago that he finally had someone to fall back on.       â??Te amo demasiado, Izzy.â? The doctor whispered as he picked up the new note, tore off the wax seal, unfurled it and began reading.   Doctor Alejandro Santiago,   We are aware of the events that transpired between you and the Corvus clan five years ago.   We require your presence and assistance.         The letter had no information as to who had sent it but the doctor took their professionally subtle cry for help with the direst gravity. He noticed an address at the bottom and wrote it down, then immediately ripped off his backpack. A few minutes later, he got dressed into his standard attire and took the two gifts he had received from his neighbour with him as he left the apartment block, whilst riding his Ducati motorcycle toward the interstate.       â??New York doesnâ??t sound too badâ?¦â? Ali thought to himself as his bike roared past the state line, heading north.   ****         A couple days later, the doctor closed in on the address he had jotted down. He parked his bike in the parking lot and made his way in. On the way up he had so many questions firing through his mind. How did anyone figure this out? Did they notice the bodies? I thought I did all of the right things to prevent it from leaking? More questions racked his brain as he made it to the door. Ali took a deep breath as another thought came to mind.       What if theyâ??re a bunch of Twilight nerds who have mistaken me for their Edward? He shuddered as he opened the door, who he saw on the other side came to him as a complete shock.       â??Isabelle! ¿¡Qué estás haciendo aquí?!â? Santiago exclaimed as Isabelle ran toward him and hugged him as hard as she could. â??Ali, I got this letter from someone and I was taken in the middle of my lecture.â? The art major released the doctor, who noticed that Therouxâ??s English had improved since the incident but; the fear was something he hadnâ??t heard from her before. He took the letter and it was the same one he had received before he left Miami a few days ago.    Alejandro also noticed a pair of bracers wrapped around Isabelle's arms with blades hidden beneath them.      "Did you build these, Isabelle?" He questioned as he tapped on them to which the French woman flicked her wrists and the short and sharp blades protruded from underneath her forearms. "Oui, Ali... But I had some help from a few friends." The art professor replied with a smile as the blades retracted back into their hiding places.       â??What do we do now, Ali?â? The dark haired woman questioned her guardian as two made their way to the table, where there was tea waiting for the pair.       â??Supongo que nos espera, mademoiselle.â? Alejandro reassured his girlfriend as he took a seat at the table while she took her cup and began to pace nervously, with his hand ready to pull the katana from its sheath at any moment.

Name: Alejandro "Ali" Santiago   Age: His corpse was found right after his 26th birthday... He's coming up on his 926th in a few days.   Gender: Male   Species: Porphyric Hemophiliac   Clan: Corvus   Personality: His upbringing of a socialite mother and scientist father turned him out to be quite the charmer, using his Latin tongue to bend almost anyone to his will; he has a knack to speak both his first language of Spanish and English, carrying on most of his conversations in both vocabularies seamlessly. For being such a killer, he's also very book smart. He had a spell of sarcasm in his speech, while he was still human but after he was turned; Ali finds it more fun to be sarcastically deadpan and serious to most of the people he has ran into, although over time he will open up to others over time... With the exception of a certain human female.   Appearance: Ali stands at six foot three inches, weighing in at 180 pounds of lean athletic musculature with green eyes and olive skin. He has a very eclectic choice of clothing, blending expensive sport blazers and polos with standard black jeans along with black and white Chuck Taylors strapped to his feet.   Weaponry/Combat Skills: He's spent most of his time honing in his own personal adaptive style of muyi thai kickboxing for when things go south while partying away at the club... But when things get real hairy in the seedier ends of the town, he has a tendency to rely on a katana and a custom built .357 magnum. Both of the weapons were gifts from a certain human female who found out about his knack about getting into more trouble than just his secretary fucking around in the office.    History: He's spent most of his time as one of the doctors of the town and slowly became (in)famous for being not only one of the best psychologists (who's also the town's youngest doctorate) but also quite the man on the tongues of many of the townsfolk due to his involvement with the local police force, serving as the head of a crime scene unit and as their forensic coroner... When he isnt treating his patients, ripping bodies open in the name of science or interrogating suspects  he can be found partying it up with the crowd, drinking whilst simultaneously wondering who he will wind up sleeping with that evening. Once back at his place though; some of the men and women have the tendency to not show up for work over the course of weeks. Many do wonder where they wind up but to Ali, it's just his way of processing the way he was turned over to the Corvus clan. With the exception of the victim (in these cases his suitors for the eve) do not make it to dawn unlike he did.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QODOX7JNLk[/youtube] [center][font=times new roman,times,serif]Beam Me Up (Kill Mode) Cazzette[/font][/center] [center][font=times new roman,times,serif]I've had this on repeat during some of my cardio sessions lately. The beat is amazing, I'm planning to use it in my next few winter sets.[/font][/center]