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Sams Odd Encounter Sr Emmelline 241102
On a cool evening on Elm Street, Sam encounters a disheveled woman who urgently requests his help to find her master, revealing herself to be a vampire. Despite her desperate pleas, there's an odd hesitation before she speaks, like a laggy video game controller dictating her actions. Sam, detecting her supernatural essence, tries to calm her, asserting that he's been sent by her master—a blatant lie designed to win her trust. However, his attempt to guide her to a less public spot spirals into a chaotic scene as passerby intervene, misled by Sam’s fabricated story of security protocols.
The encounter escalates quickly with the vampire attempting to drain Sam's blood, and a hypnotized bystander leaping to her aid. Despite the unforeseen complications, Sam's resilience and quick thinking enable him to subdue the bystander. But the thrall, sticking to her mission, tries to place Sam under her spell to assist in her search. Playing along, Sam devises a plan involving his acquaintance from the Boston Post, although things take a turn when she violently reacts to Sam trying to reach out for help. The narrative reaches a heartbreaking conclusion as the woman, amidst a battle with her own mind, ends her life with a knife, leaving behind a ring and papers that reveal her human identity and missed connections with her fiancé. Sam, unmoved by the tragic revelation, decides to profit from the ring, disregarding the poignant story laid bare by the documents scattered around him. He rides away untouched by the event, locked in his personal vendetta against the world.
(Sam's odd encounter(SREmmelline):SREmmelline)
[Fri Nov 1 2024]
On Elm Street
It is after dusk, about 59F(15C) degrees, There is a waxing crescent moon.
(Your target and their allies encounter the former thrall of a vampire who's become accidentally separated from their master. Likely mind controlled into complete devotion the thrall wants nothing more than to return. It is up to the characters to either help them do so, or prevent them from doing so.
)
Sam hops off his bike, tapping into his phone before squinting at it, letting out a sigh. "Fuckin'..." He holds it high, trying to get a signal. His eyes, used to the darkness, narrow.
Sam is just hanging out on elm street, probably looking at the text or some other thing on his phone, when he is accosted at random by a passing stranger. Though she appears to be a woman, there is something not quite right about her. Her hair and clothes are totally dissheveled, and there is a look og desperation in her eyes as she looks up at Sam. "Help me!," she exclaims to Sam, perhaps in utter desperation, and as she screams Sam would notice her rather sharp teeth.
Pausing near the parking lot of his apartment, Sam puts away his phone. "Uh, hey." He narrows his eyes, looking the woman over. "Can I help ya?" He seems rather calm at the frantic state of the woman, perhaps a little amused even. He flicks his tongue from his teeth, placing a hand on something under his shirt, which he fiddles with a little as he looks around the woman, trying to discern if she has an aura, perhaps to determine if this is a mundane or supernatural kind of late-night meeting.
There is a slight pause before the woman replies. It is only about a second, but there nonetheless before she says, "I need help," her tone desperate once again. "I need to find my master," she says, as she looks wildly about the street, as if expecting to find them at any moment. Sam's inspection would return that she is indeed a vampire. If the sharp teeth is not a clue enough. Another pause, only a second before she says again, "Help me!"
Sam smiles a little, then leans in, gently placing his hands onto the woman's shoulders. "Hey, hey, listen. Look at me." His voice goes a little lower, into a soft, persistent kind of hiss. "I would like you to calm down, can you do that for me?" He looks at her, and speaks, voice soft. "I can help ya, just ease down, all right?" He closes his eyes, breathing in deeply as the man opens his senses, letting her distress, and perhaps fear? Seep into him. He smiles, and looks at her, speaking with a certain level of certainty. "I need you to trust me." He speaks the latter as an instruction, almost.
As Sam tries to imprint upon her, there is a resistance. It is a strong one, as if the woman is already under some influence or other. Physically speaking though, nothing happens. The woman just pulls away. "No I need to find him," she says, there again, is about a second's pause. When the woman speaks her speech itself is fine. But there is a pause each time just before she speaks. As if she is waging just a miniwar on whether she'll say what she's about to. Think of like a videogame, with a particularly laggy control.
Sam lets out a very soft hiss. He pauses a moment, placing a hand on his right arm, a green ourobouros inking present there. "He has instructed me to retrieve you." A lie, and a bold one, at that. At that, he steps forward, trying to drag her to the privacy of the parking lot, eyes quickly darting about the street, trying his best not to make much of a scene.
Although the female vampire might look scrimpy, skinny and like an easy target, she is not taken so easily. For she is a vampire all the same, and her natural physical prowess comes to bear. She is grappled by Sam, as he is quite skilled, but she is not so easily dragged off. As her teeth flash to bite at the man. "He is not!," she screams. "I need to find him!," she yells even louder, destroying Sam's desire to prevent a scene. And her screams are so loud, that he is in fact attracting stares for trying to drag the woman against her will. Here if Sam were perceptive enough, there is no second delay pause.
Sam is, in fact, not that much of an observant man. He growls, and quickly tries to drag her into a darker spot, off the road. Fuck. This is becoming messier than he wants. He tries to reach back, and into his pack, focussing on keeping the thrall firmly in his grasp. A hiss escapes him again, the man clearly not amused by this prey's lack of cooperation. Maybe he isn't very good at this hunting thing just yet. But he certainly has some cockiness. Then, a brain moment. He looks at a passer by, and presses his cap, pretending to speak into an earpiece. "HQ, yes, this is white oak clinic security one-four-three. Runner secured." He smiles at the passers-by, as if apologizing for the scene. Another bluff. Maybe successful. For a human, he /is/ kind of charming, after all. And charm, unfortunately, gets away with crime. Sometimes.
Tough Sam may be attractive and charming the vampire female is just that vampire. She bites hard at Sam, attempting to drain him of his blood. As she does so, she locks eyes with a passerby. She holds that gaze, and the stranger a normal unremarkable man, seems to fall into a trance of sorts, before he leaps into action to help the captured woman. Sam in the meantime, has succeeded in getting the knife out of his bag, but has a rather difficult battle on his hands, what with the woman literally trying to drain his blood, and the man, who may very well just be a passing normal human, trying to disarm him.
Sam snarls, the blood-drain quickly weakening him. He tries to bash the end of his knife into the woman's head, hoping to loose her from his arm. He, luckily for him, seems to be recovering from the blood-loss rather faster than a normal human would. Perhaps this evens the odds, slightly. He closes his eyes a moment, letting go of the woman; Pick your battles. He aims a sudden, harsh punch to the man's temple, hoping to knock him out. Cleanup would be someone else's problem. "Ffffaaaaaack!" He scowls, now just trying to get out of trouble. Classic.
Sam's attempt to bash the woman is unsuccessful, and she keeps trying to feed upon the man. Not all hope is lost however, for Sam's strike powerful and as fast as it is, takes the man out in one fell swoop. He hits the ground, down and out for the count. The vampire woman however, has stopped sucking on Sam's blood. She instead looks up into Sam's eyes, attempting to his own disorientation and adrenaline rush to help her cause. She attempts to put Sam in a trance with the simple instruction of, "Help me find my master."
Sam grins, huffing out a low growling hiss as he looks into the vampire's eyes, the dots connecting just as his eyes go unfocussed. He nods his head. "Do you have a description?" He presses the buttons on his phone, dismissing the alerts of new messages to flick to a number he hasn't called in a while: His media guy with the Boston Post, Jackson. "Might know a guy." He seems utterly unbothered that he is still lightly bleeding, just looking at the vampire with a blank smile.
"He's tall, black hair green eyes," the vampire replies. There again, is a pause, that slight delay before she speaks. Again, as if there is a very laggy videogame controller at fault or something. She takes a breath, and speak sagain. "I don't want," these first three words are said very quickly, rapid fire, like she is experiencing a manic episode, though it is only these three words, before she's back to saying, "I need to find him." It is a weird juxtaposition of words.
Sam dials the number, and smiles. "Yeh, yeh, I'll help you find him." He taps at his phone, sending his old friend, well, he knew him back in high school. They were not super good friends. A text, checking if he's available. "Look, I know a guy, real solid, he can likely find him for ya." He continues, the imprint melting away any ideas of breaking her free.
'No!," The vampire says, slapping the man's phone away before he can send off the text. "No you help me," she says definitively. "I was following him, down main street, we got separated. Lots of people on the streets. I need to find him now!""
Sam nods his head, grabbing the red sportsbike he rode in on. "Aight, leggo!" He hops on, waiting for the vampire to hop on as well, before quickly riding off. "Point me in his direction, yeh?" He tucks that knife away. Something deep inside of him screams to stop, increasingly angry. Sadly, he has no power to break these instructions. So on he rides.
The vampire hops onto Sam's bike with him. At his question fo pointing in the right direction, there is a very strange thing that happens. One moment, she's pointing down one direction, and the next, her other hand is pointing in the polar opposite direction. One, then the other. Only seconds apart. She sits like that for another split second. "This way," she says pointing to the second direction she aimed at. Though again, there is that pause, her first hand wavering before dropping altogether.
Sam obediently rides in that direction, ferrying his charge along in the direction pointed. He scans the crowds, though again, not that perceptive. The thrall is going to have to point his way, really.
The thrall unfortunately, is one indecisive little woman. She keeps pointing one way, then the other. Again in that same way one might if they were dealing with a laggy videogame controller, trying to control a player on the screen. "Help me," she manages to say, again in that rather quicksotic fashion, before she says in a more normal tone, "I need to find him. He was on main street."
Sam turns, then, towards main street. His goal is clear: Help her find her master. He has his eyes forward, doggedly riding onwards. There is a frustration in his countenance, perhaps with her indecision. Her pleas for help are mostly ignored; even without the command, he's perhaps not that much of a knight in shining armor. He did, just moments ago, plan to end her. He sighs, perhaps only now realizing that even if all these complications hadn't happened, sanctuary would have protected her. Regardless. He rides along. Simple instructions are easy for him.
"Wrong way!," The woman exclaims, again in that quick manner of speech. As if it takes something out of her to even utter those words. But then she's back to normal again. "yes, down that way. We were going home. After a visit to the bank. master likes me to follow him.'"
Sam nods his head some. He knows the bank. A quick turn is made down the bridge, a route he knows well. He suddenly has an idea. "Do you have his number?" He smiles, perhaps an inkling of an idea forming in his head. After all, helping her was something he wanted, no, needed to do. But, helping is never charity for this jock.
A look of desperation and utter panic crosses the woman's eyes, as Sam goes down the way to the bank. But it is replaced only a second later but a nod, and a contented look. At the man's second question, she shakes her head. "Master likes me near him," she simply says as if this should be answer enough. 'Never parted, always near him.""
Sam mutters under his breath. Maybe that master ought to keep their Pet leashed. Oh well. He's doing the right thing by the Vennician Laws. If someone took his thrall -Not that he has those-, he'd be pissed. Perhaps this is the right outcome. After all, he should help her find master. He speeds up a little.
As Sam speeds up, that same panicked look flashes across the woman's countenance, and she looks very much as if she's about to jump off the bike. Just a split second, just the way her body twitches, looks like she might, but then she doesn't, and she's sitting again as she was before. As if there is some kind of war being fought.
Sam looks behind, his bike swaying a little. "Hey, look, keep still, aight?" He skids to a halt, near the bank. "Aight, so..." He looks around, trying to find the man fitting that description.
As Sam gets off the bike, so too does the vampire. She looks like she might flee, but then doesn't. She looks around, and her eyes lock on something far in the distance. Perhaps too far for Sam's eyes to lock upon, as the vampire has acute vision. One hand moves and points in the direction she was looking at. But another snatches the knife from Sam's jacket. There is a war with herself. In one moment, she's walking along in the direction she pointed, regardless of whether Sam is following or not. The knife held idly in one hand, as if she isn't even aware that she took it. But then in the next, she plunges the knife deep into her heart, using it like a stake, and she twists it, causing extra internal damage, before she falls to the ground. Paralyzed and pretty badly injured. As she falls, several papers fall out of her pocket onto the street.
Sam looks around. Fuck it. He grabs the papers, calmly putting them into his pack, before dragging the paralyzed vampire into the alley behind the bank. He glances about to check for observers, then looks down at that vampire-thrall. "Yer a real bitch, yaknow that?" He seems to make a decision, then. He takes some blood from his arm, the wound long since regenerated, and starts to slowly draw a circle around the staked vampire. He closes his eyes, and speaks, his voice a low hiss. "Defier of Duat, defier of your leash. Defier of my will." Threefold. Rituals love that, right? Google told him that. "I thee banish, to the Dark. To the Endless emptiness. To Isfet." He kneels onto that body, hands trembling as he, in his mind's eye, calls upon that figure from his dreams. The end-all, Death incarnate.
Even without the ritual, the vampire might have died anyways, though Sam's ritual hastens the inevitable conclusion, and she perishes, ending up as ash that blows away and dissipates in the wind. Only Sam is left in the secluded alley.
As the vampire dies, Sam breathes in deeply, his eyes shimmering with a certain darkness as the inking on his arm hisses. He kneels there in the ash, and looks down, eyes distant and unfocussed as he seems to reflect upon his work. Another step down the road of his non-human side. Was this a bad thing? Perhaps. Was it satisfying? Certainly. It is what it is. He wipes that knife off, then sticks it back in its sheath.
As Sam moves to stick his knife back in its sheathe, his backpack, probably left unzipped from his rush to drag the vampire into the alley opens, and the papers he had put in there earlier slides out. Along with the papers, there is a ring, that had originally been enfolded in the paper, it looks to be an engagement ring. With the words, "From today till forever," engraved on the inside. If Sam were to look at the paper, he would see it is an article. Printed in the boston daily. There is a large 'Missing' headline. Below which is a picture. It is of the same woman, the thrall, but almost unrecognizable. For in this photo, she is smiling radiantly, quite beautiful and young. She holds up her engagement ring, and the photo is taken with a man, presumably her fiance. A handsome man, with blue eyes and blonde hair. They look for all the world like a couple on the brink of happiness. The article goes on to say, the woman was travelling to meet with a friend for a bachelorette party, and has gone missing. The date in the article has been dated to about two months ago. Along with the paper, is a scrunched up photo, as if the woman had been trying to hide it. This photo, is of the man in the newspaper. Except this one is taken at a dress shop, and the man wears a fancy tuxedo. Below there is a caption written in neat handwriting. "My life, my forever."
Sam smirks a little, looking at the papers, then the photograph. He pockets the ring, likely to pawn it off later. "Score." He dusts himself off, leaving the papers, and the photograph on the floor. The jock straightens his jacket, and briefly bows, to the ash? To the papers? Or perhaps to the shadowy darkness of the alley. He hops back on his bike, and rides off. A small voice in the back of his head maybe reminding him that better men than him would have been troubled. Not Sam. Just him against the world.
The encounter escalates quickly with the vampire attempting to drain Sam's blood, and a hypnotized bystander leaping to her aid. Despite the unforeseen complications, Sam's resilience and quick thinking enable him to subdue the bystander. But the thrall, sticking to her mission, tries to place Sam under her spell to assist in her search. Playing along, Sam devises a plan involving his acquaintance from the Boston Post, although things take a turn when she violently reacts to Sam trying to reach out for help. The narrative reaches a heartbreaking conclusion as the woman, amidst a battle with her own mind, ends her life with a knife, leaving behind a ring and papers that reveal her human identity and missed connections with her fiancé. Sam, unmoved by the tragic revelation, decides to profit from the ring, disregarding the poignant story laid bare by the documents scattered around him. He rides away untouched by the event, locked in his personal vendetta against the world.
(Sam's odd encounter(SREmmelline):SREmmelline)
[Fri Nov 1 2024]
On Elm Street
It is after dusk, about 59F(15C) degrees, There is a waxing crescent moon.
(Your target and their allies encounter the former thrall of a vampire who's become accidentally separated from their master. Likely mind controlled into complete devotion the thrall wants nothing more than to return. It is up to the characters to either help them do so, or prevent them from doing so.
)
Sam hops off his bike, tapping into his phone before squinting at it, letting out a sigh. "Fuckin'..." He holds it high, trying to get a signal. His eyes, used to the darkness, narrow.
Sam is just hanging out on elm street, probably looking at the text or some other thing on his phone, when he is accosted at random by a passing stranger. Though she appears to be a woman, there is something not quite right about her. Her hair and clothes are totally dissheveled, and there is a look og desperation in her eyes as she looks up at Sam. "Help me!," she exclaims to Sam, perhaps in utter desperation, and as she screams Sam would notice her rather sharp teeth.
Pausing near the parking lot of his apartment, Sam puts away his phone. "Uh, hey." He narrows his eyes, looking the woman over. "Can I help ya?" He seems rather calm at the frantic state of the woman, perhaps a little amused even. He flicks his tongue from his teeth, placing a hand on something under his shirt, which he fiddles with a little as he looks around the woman, trying to discern if she has an aura, perhaps to determine if this is a mundane or supernatural kind of late-night meeting.
There is a slight pause before the woman replies. It is only about a second, but there nonetheless before she says, "I need help," her tone desperate once again. "I need to find my master," she says, as she looks wildly about the street, as if expecting to find them at any moment. Sam's inspection would return that she is indeed a vampire. If the sharp teeth is not a clue enough. Another pause, only a second before she says again, "Help me!"
Sam smiles a little, then leans in, gently placing his hands onto the woman's shoulders. "Hey, hey, listen. Look at me." His voice goes a little lower, into a soft, persistent kind of hiss. "I would like you to calm down, can you do that for me?" He looks at her, and speaks, voice soft. "I can help ya, just ease down, all right?" He closes his eyes, breathing in deeply as the man opens his senses, letting her distress, and perhaps fear? Seep into him. He smiles, and looks at her, speaking with a certain level of certainty. "I need you to trust me." He speaks the latter as an instruction, almost.
As Sam tries to imprint upon her, there is a resistance. It is a strong one, as if the woman is already under some influence or other. Physically speaking though, nothing happens. The woman just pulls away. "No I need to find him," she says, there again, is about a second's pause. When the woman speaks her speech itself is fine. But there is a pause each time just before she speaks. As if she is waging just a miniwar on whether she'll say what she's about to. Think of like a videogame, with a particularly laggy control.
Sam lets out a very soft hiss. He pauses a moment, placing a hand on his right arm, a green ourobouros inking present there. "He has instructed me to retrieve you." A lie, and a bold one, at that. At that, he steps forward, trying to drag her to the privacy of the parking lot, eyes quickly darting about the street, trying his best not to make much of a scene.
Although the female vampire might look scrimpy, skinny and like an easy target, she is not taken so easily. For she is a vampire all the same, and her natural physical prowess comes to bear. She is grappled by Sam, as he is quite skilled, but she is not so easily dragged off. As her teeth flash to bite at the man. "He is not!," she screams. "I need to find him!," she yells even louder, destroying Sam's desire to prevent a scene. And her screams are so loud, that he is in fact attracting stares for trying to drag the woman against her will. Here if Sam were perceptive enough, there is no second delay pause.
Sam is, in fact, not that much of an observant man. He growls, and quickly tries to drag her into a darker spot, off the road. Fuck. This is becoming messier than he wants. He tries to reach back, and into his pack, focussing on keeping the thrall firmly in his grasp. A hiss escapes him again, the man clearly not amused by this prey's lack of cooperation. Maybe he isn't very good at this hunting thing just yet. But he certainly has some cockiness. Then, a brain moment. He looks at a passer by, and presses his cap, pretending to speak into an earpiece. "HQ, yes, this is white oak clinic security one-four-three. Runner secured." He smiles at the passers-by, as if apologizing for the scene. Another bluff. Maybe successful. For a human, he /is/ kind of charming, after all. And charm, unfortunately, gets away with crime. Sometimes.
Tough Sam may be attractive and charming the vampire female is just that vampire. She bites hard at Sam, attempting to drain him of his blood. As she does so, she locks eyes with a passerby. She holds that gaze, and the stranger a normal unremarkable man, seems to fall into a trance of sorts, before he leaps into action to help the captured woman. Sam in the meantime, has succeeded in getting the knife out of his bag, but has a rather difficult battle on his hands, what with the woman literally trying to drain his blood, and the man, who may very well just be a passing normal human, trying to disarm him.
Sam snarls, the blood-drain quickly weakening him. He tries to bash the end of his knife into the woman's head, hoping to loose her from his arm. He, luckily for him, seems to be recovering from the blood-loss rather faster than a normal human would. Perhaps this evens the odds, slightly. He closes his eyes a moment, letting go of the woman; Pick your battles. He aims a sudden, harsh punch to the man's temple, hoping to knock him out. Cleanup would be someone else's problem. "Ffffaaaaaack!" He scowls, now just trying to get out of trouble. Classic.
Sam's attempt to bash the woman is unsuccessful, and she keeps trying to feed upon the man. Not all hope is lost however, for Sam's strike powerful and as fast as it is, takes the man out in one fell swoop. He hits the ground, down and out for the count. The vampire woman however, has stopped sucking on Sam's blood. She instead looks up into Sam's eyes, attempting to his own disorientation and adrenaline rush to help her cause. She attempts to put Sam in a trance with the simple instruction of, "Help me find my master."
Sam grins, huffing out a low growling hiss as he looks into the vampire's eyes, the dots connecting just as his eyes go unfocussed. He nods his head. "Do you have a description?" He presses the buttons on his phone, dismissing the alerts of new messages to flick to a number he hasn't called in a while: His media guy with the Boston Post, Jackson. "Might know a guy." He seems utterly unbothered that he is still lightly bleeding, just looking at the vampire with a blank smile.
"He's tall, black hair green eyes," the vampire replies. There again, is a pause, that slight delay before she speaks. Again, as if there is a very laggy videogame controller at fault or something. She takes a breath, and speak sagain. "I don't want," these first three words are said very quickly, rapid fire, like she is experiencing a manic episode, though it is only these three words, before she's back to saying, "I need to find him." It is a weird juxtaposition of words.
Sam dials the number, and smiles. "Yeh, yeh, I'll help you find him." He taps at his phone, sending his old friend, well, he knew him back in high school. They were not super good friends. A text, checking if he's available. "Look, I know a guy, real solid, he can likely find him for ya." He continues, the imprint melting away any ideas of breaking her free.
'No!," The vampire says, slapping the man's phone away before he can send off the text. "No you help me," she says definitively. "I was following him, down main street, we got separated. Lots of people on the streets. I need to find him now!""
Sam nods his head, grabbing the red sportsbike he rode in on. "Aight, leggo!" He hops on, waiting for the vampire to hop on as well, before quickly riding off. "Point me in his direction, yeh?" He tucks that knife away. Something deep inside of him screams to stop, increasingly angry. Sadly, he has no power to break these instructions. So on he rides.
The vampire hops onto Sam's bike with him. At his question fo pointing in the right direction, there is a very strange thing that happens. One moment, she's pointing down one direction, and the next, her other hand is pointing in the polar opposite direction. One, then the other. Only seconds apart. She sits like that for another split second. "This way," she says pointing to the second direction she aimed at. Though again, there is that pause, her first hand wavering before dropping altogether.
Sam obediently rides in that direction, ferrying his charge along in the direction pointed. He scans the crowds, though again, not that perceptive. The thrall is going to have to point his way, really.
The thrall unfortunately, is one indecisive little woman. She keeps pointing one way, then the other. Again in that same way one might if they were dealing with a laggy videogame controller, trying to control a player on the screen. "Help me," she manages to say, again in that rather quicksotic fashion, before she says in a more normal tone, "I need to find him. He was on main street."
Sam turns, then, towards main street. His goal is clear: Help her find her master. He has his eyes forward, doggedly riding onwards. There is a frustration in his countenance, perhaps with her indecision. Her pleas for help are mostly ignored; even without the command, he's perhaps not that much of a knight in shining armor. He did, just moments ago, plan to end her. He sighs, perhaps only now realizing that even if all these complications hadn't happened, sanctuary would have protected her. Regardless. He rides along. Simple instructions are easy for him.
"Wrong way!," The woman exclaims, again in that quick manner of speech. As if it takes something out of her to even utter those words. But then she's back to normal again. "yes, down that way. We were going home. After a visit to the bank. master likes me to follow him.'"
Sam nods his head some. He knows the bank. A quick turn is made down the bridge, a route he knows well. He suddenly has an idea. "Do you have his number?" He smiles, perhaps an inkling of an idea forming in his head. After all, helping her was something he wanted, no, needed to do. But, helping is never charity for this jock.
A look of desperation and utter panic crosses the woman's eyes, as Sam goes down the way to the bank. But it is replaced only a second later but a nod, and a contented look. At the man's second question, she shakes her head. "Master likes me near him," she simply says as if this should be answer enough. 'Never parted, always near him.""
Sam mutters under his breath. Maybe that master ought to keep their Pet leashed. Oh well. He's doing the right thing by the Vennician Laws. If someone took his thrall -Not that he has those-, he'd be pissed. Perhaps this is the right outcome. After all, he should help her find master. He speeds up a little.
As Sam speeds up, that same panicked look flashes across the woman's countenance, and she looks very much as if she's about to jump off the bike. Just a split second, just the way her body twitches, looks like she might, but then she doesn't, and she's sitting again as she was before. As if there is some kind of war being fought.
Sam looks behind, his bike swaying a little. "Hey, look, keep still, aight?" He skids to a halt, near the bank. "Aight, so..." He looks around, trying to find the man fitting that description.
As Sam gets off the bike, so too does the vampire. She looks like she might flee, but then doesn't. She looks around, and her eyes lock on something far in the distance. Perhaps too far for Sam's eyes to lock upon, as the vampire has acute vision. One hand moves and points in the direction she was looking at. But another snatches the knife from Sam's jacket. There is a war with herself. In one moment, she's walking along in the direction she pointed, regardless of whether Sam is following or not. The knife held idly in one hand, as if she isn't even aware that she took it. But then in the next, she plunges the knife deep into her heart, using it like a stake, and she twists it, causing extra internal damage, before she falls to the ground. Paralyzed and pretty badly injured. As she falls, several papers fall out of her pocket onto the street.
Sam looks around. Fuck it. He grabs the papers, calmly putting them into his pack, before dragging the paralyzed vampire into the alley behind the bank. He glances about to check for observers, then looks down at that vampire-thrall. "Yer a real bitch, yaknow that?" He seems to make a decision, then. He takes some blood from his arm, the wound long since regenerated, and starts to slowly draw a circle around the staked vampire. He closes his eyes, and speaks, his voice a low hiss. "Defier of Duat, defier of your leash. Defier of my will." Threefold. Rituals love that, right? Google told him that. "I thee banish, to the Dark. To the Endless emptiness. To Isfet." He kneels onto that body, hands trembling as he, in his mind's eye, calls upon that figure from his dreams. The end-all, Death incarnate.
Even without the ritual, the vampire might have died anyways, though Sam's ritual hastens the inevitable conclusion, and she perishes, ending up as ash that blows away and dissipates in the wind. Only Sam is left in the secluded alley.
As the vampire dies, Sam breathes in deeply, his eyes shimmering with a certain darkness as the inking on his arm hisses. He kneels there in the ash, and looks down, eyes distant and unfocussed as he seems to reflect upon his work. Another step down the road of his non-human side. Was this a bad thing? Perhaps. Was it satisfying? Certainly. It is what it is. He wipes that knife off, then sticks it back in its sheath.
As Sam moves to stick his knife back in its sheathe, his backpack, probably left unzipped from his rush to drag the vampire into the alley opens, and the papers he had put in there earlier slides out. Along with the papers, there is a ring, that had originally been enfolded in the paper, it looks to be an engagement ring. With the words, "From today till forever," engraved on the inside. If Sam were to look at the paper, he would see it is an article. Printed in the boston daily. There is a large 'Missing' headline. Below which is a picture. It is of the same woman, the thrall, but almost unrecognizable. For in this photo, she is smiling radiantly, quite beautiful and young. She holds up her engagement ring, and the photo is taken with a man, presumably her fiance. A handsome man, with blue eyes and blonde hair. They look for all the world like a couple on the brink of happiness. The article goes on to say, the woman was travelling to meet with a friend for a bachelorette party, and has gone missing. The date in the article has been dated to about two months ago. Along with the paper, is a scrunched up photo, as if the woman had been trying to hide it. This photo, is of the man in the newspaper. Except this one is taken at a dress shop, and the man wears a fancy tuxedo. Below there is a caption written in neat handwriting. "My life, my forever."
Sam smirks a little, looking at the papers, then the photograph. He pockets the ring, likely to pawn it off later. "Score." He dusts himself off, leaving the papers, and the photograph on the floor. The jock straightens his jacket, and briefly bows, to the ash? To the papers? Or perhaps to the shadowy darkness of the alley. He hops back on his bike, and rides off. A small voice in the back of his head maybe reminding him that better men than him would have been troubled. Not Sam. Just him against the world.