Luka’s Monday morning odd encounter(Buck)
Date: 2025-07-21 05:05
(Luka’s Monday morning odd encounter(Buck):Buck)
[Mon Jul 21 2025]
At Black Moon Bar & Grill – Foyer/span>/span65F(18C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Foxglove and Franklin/span>/span(A vampire has selected your target as their next meal.
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After a long day of hunting and working on the Black Moon Bar & Grill to get it up and running in the next few weeks, The Howlers have been taking a break for now in the wee hours of the morning. Before the sun rises, Lola, Damian, and Luka are relaxing at the future bar as the mists begin to rise outside.
While they gather in the bar, there’s a scream that happens out in the alleyway, off in the distance, and then it gets squelched into a wet gurgle. Do the three of them venture out into the mists to investigate?
Lola shifts through the bar with a pouty expression, lifting a dainty, feminine hand and brushing her fingers through her hair. A few stray strands of honey gold are tucked behind an ear, revealing more of that long, swanlike neck doused in moon-pale skin with just the faintest hint of her collarbones exposed from her clothing. Baby blue eyes scan the bar and grill, until eventually they find Luka and Damian. The witch smiles faintly, then wiggles her fingers towards the men in greeting. “Hey PawPaw. Hi Luka,” she says, her voice warm and sweet like freshly-jarred wildflower honey. That scream makes her pause, however, and immediately afterwards she’s shuffling away from the door and closer to the Howler boys, shivering like a leaf with wide, fearful eyes.
Damian relaxes comfortably behind the bar, leaning down every so often to adjust some minute thing. Be it the mats on the floor, the bottles on the rack behind him, or the mixers beneath, the man seems to be intent on fixing every perceived error or issue. Standing upright as the scream rings out, the wolf fixes his gaze on the door… Before shrugging, returning to his efforts behind the bar.
Tall, lanky Luka is sat slouched in a chair, his legs stretched out in front of him, heels to the ground boot tips in the air. His arms are throw over the back of the chair, elbows up as he lets out a long, loud yawn. “Lola!” Luka announces, energy returning to the man as the witch enters, Luka bringing up a hand high to wave to her from his slouched position. “You met our new chef, Celestino? Guy’s a fucking riot.” Luka cackles in her direction. He looks over to Damian and smirk “Pawpaw?” Luka asks the man, amusement sparkling bright in his eyes. He pauses as he hears the scream outside. “Uh, it’s bad for business if someone dies in the alley next to the bar, right?” Luka asks, looking between Damian, Buck, and Lola
The shadow of the street is giving way to the first lights of dawn, and Buck gives a slight shrug to Luka as he says, “Yeah, I guess that is pretty bad business if people are dying. He pulls out his revolver and moves towards the door. “Guess we should at least check it out.” he mutters as he takes a peek out the window into the mist. “From what I guess, it’s about a block up towards those warehouses.”
“I… I only came here with you guys earlier,” Lola murmurs, backing up against the bar, where one of her elbows accidentally knocks over a glass cup and spills the bottom dregs of beer that a customer had been babysitting, ruining Damian’s impeccable bar. The blue-eyed blonde squeaks and tenses up, turning around slowly to stare up at Damian with fearful eyes. “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to,” she whispers, her voice the brush of a breeze upon the skin and her fear palpable, perfuming the air- not just from having inconvenienced Damian, but due to whatever is going on in the alley outside in those dangerous mists. “Luka…” she says softly, a request, as she tries to press her tiny body in behind him.
His keen ears and eyes catch something up on a rooftop, and then it disappears, a flutter of a cloak and a pair of eyes that were spying on the bar.
Damian glances towards Luka, a brow quirking up some. “Suppose someone leaving corpses outside my bar is probably bad for busine-” He cuts off abruptly as Lola knocks over a glass. Turning towards her ever so slowly, the older man just stares her down critically for a long moment, before sighing and slinging the towel over his shoulder towards Lola, “You fuck it up, you clean it up.”
Luka looks over to Lola with a smirk, bringing up a hand to place it on the top of Lola’s face as she presses herself up against him. “Don’t worry, we got muscle here. We’re safe” Luka says, shooting a wink over to Damian “Speaking of.” Luka says as he squints his eyes out of the window “Fuck, there’s someone out there.” Luka grumbles under his breath. “Buck, Damian, on my six …” Luka says under his breath as he starts to march for the door. “Lola …” Luka says, looking over to Lola, squinting his eyes at her as if trying to weigh something up “Uhhh. you’re also strong, so you come too …”
A rumbling of some willow trees in the mists as well as a few kobold throwing rocks outside in the mists rumbles around the bar as the mist rolls through the neighborhood, Buck gives a nod to Luka as he falls in line, glancing over at Damian as he taps his vest to make sure it’s fitted correctly. “yeah, let’s go look at what’s going on here. Someone’s out in the mist? I hope they’re protected, or we’ll have to rescue someone else today.”
As they cross the threshold to look out into the mists, a further scream happens farther up the street as the Lola, Damian, Luka, and Buck look around and they can see as the dawn begins to part the mist, a trail of blood leading from the shop across the street and up the block.
“You-” Lola starts to say, only to get a towel slung across her face, which she grabs with both hands and pulls down, staring at the bar and the mess she had made. “… Yes, sir..” she says softly, though she doesn’t make for cleaning quite yet- instead she drops the towel onto the spill where it slowly begins to soak up the liquid. “I… I am strong, but.. But…” she murmurs, looking visibly frightened by the prospect of handling the danger, but she throws herself up against Luka’s back anyways, using him as a scrawny meat shield. “F-Fine… I guess… Let’s go..” she murmurs, looking around hesitantly.
Damian nods at Lola’s initial response, pacing towards the door. “Good girl.” He comes up short, however, as Luka instructs for Lola to come with, turning, “If that beer gets tacky while we’re out, you’re *both* scrubbing that shit until my bar is flawless. Clear?” Without waiting for a response, he opens the door, gesturing for the others to head out. “I’ll lock up. After you.”
“Do you all usually have blood splatters that are a part of your local neighborhood decor?” Buck asks as he looks out the out the door and out on the street. He tips his hat back slightly to get the shade out of his eyes as he squints past the fading mist and across the brightening borough of Killgrove, it’s cobblestone streets and stone foundations glinting in the dawn light of the morning.” Buck looks over at Damian as he scoots out the door, “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go check this out and make sure nobody’s trying to rip off the barely built bar you got there, Damian.”
“Do you all usually have blood splatters that are a part of your local neighborhood decor?” Buck asks as he looks out the out the door and out on the street. He tips his hat back slightly to get the shade out of his eyes as he squints past the fading mist and across the brightening borough of Killgrove, it’s cobblestone streets and stone foundations glinting in the dawn light of the morning. Buck looks over at Damian as he scoots out the door, “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go check this out and make sure nobody’s trying to rip off the barely built bar you got there, Damian.” (fix)
Luka scowls as he sees the trail of blood leading across the street. “Mother fucker we’re gunna to hose this shit down …” Luka grumbles under his breath as he stomps his way through the mists with a purpose, determined to hunt down whatever it was that was causing all this fucking mess. “No, we don’t Buck” Luka tells Buck with a sigh “But we’re about to have another one once we find whoever fucking did this” Luka tells the man, trusting the squad to follow him as he makes his way into the mist
As Luka leads the way from the bar and Damian locks up, Buck and Lola follow along as they follow the bloodsplatters through the property across the street, and hanging out of the back side of the warehouse is a bloody and half mauled human, blood everywhere as a message is smeared across the wall in the blood of the victim:
“C O m I n G”
” F o R ”
“Y O U”
“D A M i e N”
Being called a ‘good girl’ seems to do something to Lola’s brain, scrambling it like eggs as the woman freezes in place, her breaths quickening and her scarred face burning red with embarrassment and desire in equal measure. “O-Oh..” she says softly, distracted from the corpse and the stench of death in the alley. “Thank you… Thank you, sir..” she murmurs, then quickly turns to look away, instead coming nearly face-to-face with that mauled corpse and the message it was sent to deliver. “… Women are crazy..” she decides.
Damian locks up, striding towards the rest of the group. Turning the corner to the back-end of the warehouse, there’s a moment where the man looks up, eying the bloody script… Before a sigh escapes him as he looks around. “Alright, so, someone’s got a death wish.” Turning towards the others, he shrugs, “I hope everyone likes souvenirs, because there’ll be pieces of this fucker left when we’re done.”
Luka hangs back as they find the corpse, seeming to be fine letting Damian take point now they’d found the source of the blood. Luka squints his eyes at the corpse and nods his head in agreement with Damian “Yeah. Someone brought this corpse here. Lemme see if I can catch a scent.” Luka says, squatting down and leaning forwards, bringing his nose and inch from the ground as he starts sniffing “Anything you can tell us about the body, detective?” Luka asks Buck, raising an eyebrow in the man’s direction “What do you make of the blood, Lo’?” Luka asks in Lola’s
The blood -feels- wrong to Lola’s arcane senses, and Luka and Damian can smell it in the air. The acrid tinge of vampire blood fills the air as Lola spreads some mushroom spores over the blood and it bubbles and boils grossly. “Ugh, this is real gross.” Buck says as he holds his nose at the smell. He crouches down and looks it over, using forensics to try to find a method of death. “Looks like a Vampire was trying to…turn this one. Really shoddy job, ripped out this fucker’s whole artery here.” he says with a frown. He looks back over at Lola as he nods to Luka, “Yeah, something isn’t right here, this is…feral or something.”
“It’s… Putrid. This is wrong- I think we’re dealing with a youngling- someone freshly turned themselves; or maybe someone who has been locked away for a long time,” Lola reports, cautiously settling a hand on Luka’s shoulder and guiding him away from the acrid, stagnant vitae. “I don’t want you to accidentally ingest it- it will make you sick, LuLu,” she murmurs, adoring and careful before turning her attention further down the alley, her eyes narrowing as she imitates Luka Lifting her nose to the air and sniffing breezily.
Lola says “Or.. Someone declaring war.“
Damian lets out a low growl from some deep place in his throat, amber eyes glittering with rage. “Whatever, or whoever, did this? I’m running this fucker’s entrails across the front porch like fucking Christmas lights.” Looking between the other three, he raises a brow, his own nostrils flaring as he searches for a scent. “How’re we looking?”
The coppery scent of blood trails away from the body as a smeared handprint leads away from the loading dock and into the cobblestone alleyway. As the blood trail smears from the five wavy fingers and a palm, it springs up in a swoop up the wall and onto the rooftops. An echoing laughter comes up above as they hear a raspy voice at the end of the street saying,
“Daaaaamiannn….”
“Welcome to….”
“The Neighborhood.”
“Your bad blood has found you from your dirty little past.”
Luka lets himself be pulled back by Lola as she places her hand to his shoulder. “Alright, yeah. I’ll keep my distance” He says before hs head swings a low, wide arc across the floor, the man sniffing fast and quick. “I’ve found his scent.” Luka informs the squad, getting up to his feet and starting to follow along. “If we find this guy, let Damian take point and support from behind.” Luka says before looking over to Lola “You got your knives with you?” Luka says, looking to Buck next “I saw you got your gun on you, good man.” Luka says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Whether it’s dead or not, it’s dying again today.” Luka says as they follow the coppery smell. He freezes as he hears the voice, squinting his eyes down the street. “… Wolf up.” Luka whispers under his breath to Damian “We’re right behind you. Run him down.”
Oh? They’re running? Lola isn’t a runner, especially in those little high-heeled booties that she’s wearing, elongating her legs and giving her figure a slightly more womanly shape. She puts her hands on her hips and glares between Luka and Damian, though it is the former that gets the brunt of her attention. Oh, she’ll keep base, but it seems she’ll only do so if someone else is doing the heavy lifting. “… Uppies,” she demands, or maybe requests- or both! Who knows what goes on in Lola’s head as she maneuvers through her daily life?
“The fuck is that?” Buck says as he gives some side eye to Damian, “You got some beef with some serial killer, Damian?”
Damian clucks his tongue, shaking his head towards Buck, “Nope… But y’know what?” The man reaches down to pull his shirt over his head, losing clothing mid-step as he starts to shift mid-run. Before the transformation fully completes, he manages to growl out a few words, “But boy howdy, am I fucking about to.” With that, man becomes wolf in full, and he’s off.
Luka double takes over to Lola and smirks, leaning down as two large hands form an almost full ring around her little waist shortly before she’s hoisted up into the air and over his shoulder. “Get em Dam’!” Luka barks in chaotic excitement as he sets off sprinting down the road after the wolf with Lola over his shoulder!
The wolf tears off down the alleyway as a cackle echoes in the dawning light. A figure with a cape, who wears a cape nowadays, is standing on the far end of the alleyway on the roof of a warehouse and sprints across the rooftop to open a skylight and jump into the warehouse below. Two open doors are welcoming the group to the block ahead as someone closes the distance on the cobblestone streets of Killgrove, edging ever closer to the shady maw of darkness within the warehouse ahead.
The wolf tears off down the alleyway as a cackle echoes in the dawning light. A figure with a cape, who wears a cape nowadays, is standing on the far end of the alleyway on the roof of a warehouse and sprints across the rooftop to open a skylight and jump into the warehouse below. Two open doors are welcoming the group to the block ahead as Damian(wolf) closes the distance on the cobblestone streets of Killgrove, edging ever closer to the shady maw of darkness within the warehouse ahead.
Not as fast as the four legged wolf or Luka as they sprint ahead, Buck is following up, revolver in hand, huffing and out of breath as he runs after the group.
Damian(wolf) knows, on some level, that it’s a trap. It *has* to be a trap, what with the doors at the end of the run. Barreling down the street, the wolf keeps his gaze roaming from spot to spot, angling himself to charge into the warehouse… But he comes up short, pacing impatiently in front of the warehouse, allowing the others a moment to catch up. As he paces, he takes in the scents around him, searching to see if he can pick anything familiar out of the diaspora of aromas present.
“Wh- N-Not this way!!” Lola squeals as Luka potato sacks her across his shoulder, taking off full speed and letting the wind whip up under that skirt, sending it backwards and fluttering in the breeze, showing off a bare, round little ass with no panties to protect it until her fingers curl around the hem of her skirts and jerk it back down to mid thigh- concealing her poor little bubble butt from the world’s harsh, judgmental gaze. “L-Lukaaa!!!” she shouts in frustration, nearly losing her hat in the process of the tossing, so instead she has to release one hand from her skirt while the other reaches up to snag the brim of that oversized witch’s hat and keep it in place.
Hooting and hollering wildly as they set into the chase, screaming like he was a wolf himself, Luka doubles takes over towards the bare fucking ass next to his face. His head tilts back as he sees it, the man laughing loud as he spanks the girl, perhaps a bit too hard, and looks back to the chase, digging his heels to the ground as he skids to a halt next to Damian(wolf). “He’s is in here someplace” Luka tells the group, a toothy grin on his face. “Come out on out fucko, we walked into your trap!” Luka announces loud, his voice echoing throughout the building …
Boxes, many boxes. In the darkness it’s hard to make out whatever is in this massive warehouse with no windows and just the shadowy light from the open double doors in front them, the laughter coming from one side of the cavernous warehouse and then the other. Those boxes are long, human sized. A whisper of a cape in the darkness as on the far side of the warehouse, the vampire stands on the tallest shelves, looking down at the wolf in front of him across a whole warehouse and he rasps out gravelly, “Good, Damian, Good. Aren’t you a smart one? Of course it’s trap. I’m the Killgrove Killer, and you’re my next victim!” he screeches as he raises up his arms and screams. “Arise my loves! Your sire calls to you!”
A cracking of wood begins in front of them as they see the boxes begin to tear themselves apart, bodies upon bodies cracking the seams open and kicking wood into splinters as this insane vampire has turned dozens, maybe hundreds of people and stuffed them in these wooden crates.
Damian(wolf) lets out a soft huff, pacing as the crates open, and their occupants start to crawl out. Glancing over towards the others, the wolf makes a few observations. One: The warehouse is constructed of wood paneling. Two: Their seem to be a series of red barrels with hazmat symbols nearby, likely fuel canisters for the trucks that frequently drive up and down the nearby roads. Convenient. Three: Lola’s fashion disaster. That one, his amber gaze seems to linger for a long moment, before zipping back to the actual problem.
“Zombies!!!” Lola squeals in fright as those crates begin to burst themselves open, wriggling and writhing like an earthworm on Luka’s shoulder, the faintest peek of his red handprint left behind on her pale flesh. It must be too early in the morning for her brain to put two and two together, but she’s got the right concept going, right? If you’ve seen one Undead you’ve seen them all. “Gross! Gross! Gross!” she says, twisting her body around and extending a hand towards all of those crates, fingers splayed as she says: “Get back in the dirt!!” Immediately the very cement beneath the feet of the killer and most of the boxes not only softens, but sinks in on itself: quick sand. She’s decomposing it in front of the Pack’s very eyes, and if one looks closely they will see the erratic movements of a fast-growing slime mold is the culprit, eating away at the concrete’s structural integrity.
Cackling loud, Luka places Lola down onto her feet before he hops up to get his fingertips over the edge of one of the shipping containers before scrambling himself up onto the top of it. Getting to his feet at the top he hits a power stance, arches his back to point his chest up at the ceiling, leans his head all the way back and bellows out a ear shattering “/YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH/”. Lola, Buck, and someone all could feel their blood starting to pump as the man launches out into a vocals only punk solo, screaming at the top of his lungs as the melle begins …
Cackling loud, Luka places Lola down onto her feet before he hops up to get his fingertips over the edge of one of the shipping containers before scrambling himself up onto the top of it. Getting to his feet at the top he hits a power stance, arches his back to point his chest up at the ceiling, leans his head all the way back and bellows out a ear shattering “/YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH/”. Lola, Buck, and Damian(wolf) all could feel their blood starting to pump as the man launches out into a vocals only punk solo, screaming at the top of his lungs as the melle begins …
The resounding punk vocals from Luka overpower the monologing of the Vampire, who is now struggling to right himself from Lola’s Quicksand. Many of the turned starving vampires sink and slip in the cement turned quicksand as Luka starts to wade in with them. Damian(wolf) notices quite a bit in the warehouse that has been hastily slapdashed together. These wooden boxes shipped here quite recently and many of the normal warehouse goods have been shoved along the walls. Those fuel canisters, a forklift, pallets of random ficus plants and cement bags, alongside the dozens to hundreds of boxes.
“Son of a bitch!” the Vampire swears as he loses his shoes in the quicksand, scrambling as he finally unearths his feet from the quicksand that also has taken his trousers. Little vampire bats are spooted on his boxers as he flaps his cape and yells out, “This isn’t the last of me, Damian! You’ll see me in your nightmares!” as he turns into a swarm of bats and swarms around the roof of the warehouse, looking for a way out.
Damian(wolf) shifts back to his human form as the Vampire tries and fails to have his dramatic moment. Pacing slowly over to the red barrels, not a scrap of clothing on him, the wolf kicks one over, letting the flammable fluid within flood out. Then goes the next barrel, and the next, until several hundred gallons of gasoline permeate the area. “Well, it’s a shame…” He strides over to a nearby jacket thrown over a door, rifling around in it until he pulls out a small Zippo lighter, clinking it open and flicking it on, “Should have waited to buy the bar until after property values go down.” And in sails the lit Zippo, landing amidst the gasoline-soaked quicksand.
“AWWWOOOOOOOOOO!” Lola attempts to vocalize with Luka as his voice rings in her ears, rattling her very teeth as she grins up at the yowling man. She can’t sing- she has no musical talent to note, but she’s got spunk, and when that swarm of bats begins to fly around the roof, she directs her howl in that direction. Visible soundwaves echo through the space, striking out at the swarm and freezing every single one of those creatures mid-flight if they cannot escape fast enough, causing it to rain a delectable meal of Ozzy Osborne’s favorite sandwich.
Damian shifts back to his human form as the Vampire tries and fails to have his dramatic moment. Pacing slowly over to the red barrels, not a scrap of clothing on him, the wolf kicks one over, letting the flammable fluid within flood out. Then goes the next barrel, and the next, until several hundred gallons of gasoline permeate the area. “Well, it’s a shame…” He strides over to a nearby jacket thrown over a door, rifling around in it until he pulls out a small Zippo lighter, clinking it open and flicking it on, “Should have waited to buy the bar until after property values go down.” And in sails the lit Zippo, landing amidst the gasoline-soaked quicksand.
Crawling, hissing, rasping vampires who are wasting away, flesh sallow and falling off of their bones as who knows how long they’ve been stuck in those boxes. Righting themselves as they slip and crawl towards the closest sets of still beating hearts, a dozen or more of them coming towards Damian and Luka, blazing up in the fire as the warehouse begins to light.
Those bats fall out of the sky as to coalesce into a person again, screaming as he fruitlessly begins flapping his cape to slow his descent and says, “Aaauuuuaagghghhhh!!!!!” as he crashes down into the fire, “Hot Hot Hot! ow!” he screams, scrambling around and trying to put out some flames as his cape catches fire.
“32R31A67-31T32A31-67T31A32-31T67A31-32T31A67!/b>/b96WEAPON!!!” Luka roars into the air, flailing about in the air, launching himself in a violent, stomping, HXC twp step! He barely even responds to the room erupts into flame, simply rocking out harder as the pyro hits the scene!
Damian calls out as the caped vampire burns, “Should’ve listened to Edna! No capes!” With that, the man turns back towards the rest as the warehouse burns behind him, not a scrap of clothing on him. “So. Last I recall, *someone* needs to clean off my bar.” The naked wolf turns his gaze to Lola, arms crossing.
Burning to a crisp, The Vampire is melting under the falling beams of the warehouse as they can hear the sirens of the New Haven Fire department in the distance as the black smoke rises overhead, “Well that looks like a case closed.” Buck says as he leans over to light a cigarette off the burning building, taking a few puffs of it as he meanders off with the naked Damian.
Looking up his eyes look at Lola and glow an eerie blue, too bright to be a vampire as the she can -almost- see something lift out of the last moments of the Killgrove Killer before the lights go out in his eyes.
Lola has her sights set on a different sort of ‘bar’ than Damian is referring to: her eyes lingering just below his waist with a dazed and longing expression. She’s quiet for a time, her fleshy pink tongue darting over her lips to moisten them, plush pink lips slightly parted as though imagining…. Oh. Ew. Buck is speaking, and it snaps the petite witch back to reality with a subtle gasp as her eyes dart back and forth and she clears her throat. The smell of burning fur and flesh fills the air around her, and she lifts a hand in familiar fashion to tuck a bit of honey gold hair behind her ear. “Well..” she says softly, “He wasn’t a very fun guy; he left way too mushroom for error.”
Luka finally does need to evacuate the building, leaping off of the shipping container and setting into a sprint out of the room still cackling. “Looks like that guy ….” Luka‘ star shaped rock-star sunglasses and retrieved from his coat pocket, flicked out, and brought to his face “Bit off more than he could chew.”
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!
/fin