Alex having been bar hopping for the night to blow off some steam, having been training more then usual lately. The white wolf was intently focused on his goal. A goal he would see met VERY soon. The lycanthrope pushed himself up from his stool at the bar, "Night Will, thanks for the drinks.." He then offered a neglectful wave and his form, strode off toward the door leaving the 'Street Side Pub', Alex would stretch his arms up over head, he figured he would return to the Den and bury himself into his mate. Though fate would NOT be agreeing, not tonight. As he moved down deserted streets of London, he would soon learn he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Bad for him? Well he'd not be returning to the den as quickly as he thought, as it were four strangers lurked around the corner, expectantly? They had been told Philip, would be here. An elaborate set up to get the little bitch back, but as it were, they did not exactly know what he looked like, and what they also did not know is that Philip had never made it out that night. Though they did not know it, hoping to get a bit of cash to get someone who would likely be coming this way, Pat with the aid of a few others had agreed to beating this guy til--'Philip' walked by, and that's when they went out Pat leading the charge with his baseball bat.
The white wolf's blues would cut sharply as his instincts took over and he leapt back just out of the range of the first couple stings swings as the trio followed after, consisting of Frank, a junky with a debt to clear; Theo, best friend of the man who was killed by Philip and his brother; and lastly Jack, just a regular dude, nothing special about him. He just needed the thousand bucks he was promised. They all attacked, Alex though would move deftly and slapped hands aside, in defense as he gained his bearings. And without skipping a beat he dipped between Pat and frank then and he grabbed Theo's shirt and would punch out hard then, followed by an elbow into his nose to send him on his back then, as he turned to punched frank in the jaw and sent him reeling, as Jack wanting to play his part would grab the shoulder of Alex attempting to pull him back harshly to slam him down, but Alex strong as he was could not be easily thrown down, he turned sharply and grabbed either side of his head and, snapping his own forward into the bridge of his nose, sending him back grasping his nose that was now bleeding from the vicious head-butt. The slight bruising from the bat alread healing up, as his left hand shot out grasping that baseball bat and with all his strength he tore it free, and threw it aside, though with them on either side of him now, things would only become more complicated, bit Alex had not had a good fight in about a month or so since that bar fight he had. Alex though found himself being attacked in no specific order form every side, but being a wolf at heart, he would rely on that instinct to lead him he moved between them all, blocking and striking back at them, as Jack was just pulling himself back up after that devastating head-butt he had received and he would hop back in, only for his over zealous attack to miss and caused him to overbalance and take a spill. Growing bored he would move with great speed then turning and unleashing powerful fists, he sent Theo staggering back, then he followed through with a punch that laid him out on the asphalt, turning he would back hand frank, who had moved in time to avoid the hit and would place well aimed punches at his ribs, brass knuckles leaving bruises, though they rapidly healed thanks to his gifted regeneration, as he and Frank ducked it out though trading punches, he received a few staggering blows, punches to his kidneys and kicks to his side, turning a bit, Alex smashed his Elbow into franks face then, and grabbing jacks shirt he would push jack away and he staggered back falling on his back some feet away. Pat was not stupid though, he would take advantage of the situation, as would Frank after recovering from the attack he had received, Alex even ate a punch to the face from Pat, a good punch too--the boy young as he was had a good punching arm. "Tha's what I'm talkin' bout!" Alex hooted as he would grab franks throat and choked him roughly and then hos fist smashed over and again into his face, as he choked and clutched that wrist as the asphyxiation set in, the punches merciless and he tossed him down to the ground, if he could still breath it was barely. He turned to look at Pat and Jack who were standing before him.. " Come on boys, lets do this." Alex said with an excited grin as he watched them.. Pat growled, "What the **** you doing bro. ****ing get the ****!" He said and Jack moronically obeyed he was not the type to argue, though Pat was gonna let him wear Alex down as he saved his own energy for when the man was a bit more winded.. Sure it may not have been the most honest way to win a fight, but he wanted to win. Needed too. Jack though was not doing so hot, Alex was side stepping his attacks and countering them with strong straight jabs, knocking him down, and and he mounted and laid fists to his face, and cracked his skull on the pavement, as he would then smile as he looked up at Pat then leapt up, and his form would meet the bastard half way. "Come on mate, show me wha'cha got, hm?" Pat glared his short black hair messy from the fight. "**** you, ****. I am gonna ****ing kill you!" He said as he would puck Alex across the cheek, then ate two himself to the body. before he was shoved back hard then, leaving room between them. "You got talent boy, why do you surround yourself with these thugs? Wasting your talent on this.." Alex informed him, though it was an offer of sorts, though it would be his choice to accept it when he realized it was an offer at all, Pat came at Alex furiously, who dropped down at the last second and would punch him in the gut most ruthlessly, and that when the fellow lost consciousness, Alex panting, that had been an exercise. He had fun, though the group of his never really stood a chance, it had been fun. He would stand the man on his shoulder, he would glance up and down the street, it was mostly barren, save for a few parked cars. With him on his shoulder he moved toward an older modeled station wagon--he could not even tell who made it, not that he cared but he would use it. Busting in the rear window of the station wagon, and then he pulled the back door open and laid him inside, then he would get the other three throwing them in, Pat was already out pretty bad beaten up, but he was mild to the others, he would go to Ruslan, firstly to offer him something to eat, and to talk with him on something. He slammed the door then as they laid in the back of the stationwagon, three of them were mostly half dead--but Alex was sure that Pat could be molded into something useful, perhaps Ruslan would hear him out, perhaps they would just kill the human.
Breaking in the driver side window he would tear out the console under the steering wheel, he would then hot-wire the car, something he had picked up since he had been her in London, with the coming of cars, came the skill of hot-wiring, a long dead friend had taught him the ways of autotheft. Which was useful. After a few tries the car engine revved up and pulling the door shut he would then throw the hooptie into drive and took off, the car would then drive down the roads of London with a good bit of speed, as Alex did not like driving much. But it was a somewhat necessary skill so he had it. He would arrive at the den soon enough pulling into the parking lot behind the warehouse that was secretly the den of the Sangeros den. Tapping into his mind speak gift he would reach out to the Ruslan. ~My Alpha, I request an audience, I have a matter I wish to speak of, and an offering of meat, somewhat of a small feast.~ He sent then he would send a mental not to several of the slaves, some of the more capable slaves, three in all to gather the half dead fellows, and if Ruslan did indeed have the freedom to see Alex he would lead the slaves back into the den with Pat over his shoulder. When he arrived where the Alpha said he was or would meet them he would tip his head to Ruslan.. "Good eve, Ruslan. I bring three offerings, thugs. Wastes of souls. But I do have a matter of interest." He said laying Pat down on the ground, who was unconscious. "I was thinking, we could make this one at my feet into something of use, he has skill in fighting. I mean he was at a bit of a disadvantage going against me, even with the others, but he needs discipline and honing, but I think he would be useful to the pack as a warrior if he chooses to join us. If not then I will kill him myself, I take full responsibility, but I think if given the chance I can make him into a warrior of use. But I leave it at your wisdom." He then dipped his head to Ruslan awaiting his own answer to the matter at hand, if the fellow woke, Alex would place a boot to his chest. Alex had been friends with Ruslan for years, someone who's wisdom he had trusted with his life, even when Ruslan had taken from him the title of Alpha, he had trusted the hybrid. And often sought his wisdom. piercing blues set on Ruslan as he awaited patiently.
(Fight was diced out, and post was loosely based off that! Just lil fyi.)
-- Edited by Proeliators Heart at 13:36, 2007-12-07
When Alex entered Ruslan's 'office', which was little more than a bare walled room the size of a large closet in the warehouse, with a row of shelves built into the wall, a large desk with the finish rubbed off, and a couple of well worn, leather office chairs, Ruslan was kicked back with his boots on the desk, the chair tilted, and he was yawning, exposing a pair of large canine fangs, as he looked over some specs for improving the voltage on the warehouse transitors. Not only did their security system, computer station, and furnace depend on it, but the lights were sometimes dim when too much power was being drawn at once. Breakers flipped all too often which left them vulnerable and in the dark since they had installed the new network, hard drives, and routers for the security and computer system. His rose colored eyes lazily lifted on Alex as he knocked on the door and peered inside of the room. Ruslan had already invited him down to his private office when he had contacted him telepathically. His eyes followed the captive as Alex shoved him down on the floor, and he tilted his head wolfishly with a brow as Alex explained why he had escorted this particular ruffian to his office.
"Evening, Alex," he began by returning the greeting and slid the blueprint he was holding into his desk drawer, which he locked with a key he retrieved from his pocket. "Well, if you choose to keep him, he shall be your ward, and your responsibility. His sins shall be yours to answer to, so keep him or eat him as you like, as long as you understand that you alone shall be responsible for him until his loyalty is well proven." When Alex gave the hybrid alpha his assurance that he understood, Ruslan rose. "I thank you for the feast you have honored me with, my friend. Have the Butcher put the hearts and livers on ice for me. The rest is yours to share with the others as you will." This he said while staring straight at Patrick, who stared back at him with morbid fascination. He was clearly terrified; not only by what Ruslan said, but by his beasty appearance. Ruslan smiled.
"I can smell the horror in you, human, as plainly as I see it in your eyes. I suppose you must think us monsters, hmm? That is what the animals you eat think of you, only we do not kill nor eat the innocent, only the likes of your friends and those who seek death or are chased by it anyway. The dying, the demented, the psychotic, and our enemies are our meal tickets." His gaze returned to Alex. "Now unless there is something else you need of me, I am tired and in want of one of those wonderful massages my mate is so skilled in. Meet me tomarrow at dusk alone in the courtyard. I have something of a private matter to discuss with you." Unless Alex had another concern to broach, Ruslan would dip his head in farewell to Alex, and take his leave, trusting Alex to keep tabs of his captive and forced inductee.
The next day at dusk Ruslan was in the courtyard outside of their cafeteria as promised. When Alex approached him, the hybrid sprung at him and caught him in neck hold whereof he tossled his hair like a little brother's and shoved him aside playfully. "I've a task for you that I believe you shall find to your taste, mei tovarăs." Mei tovarăs meant 'my comrade' in Ruslan's native Romanian tongue. "As you are interested in recruiting pack members, there is a particular pup I am interested in. He goes by the name of Cabron and works at Club X-Tech. He has fallen among vampires and I would much prefer he were among us. His Romanian blood is strong and of an ancient line. He also has a wolf mate he is the habit of spawning hybrids with. He belongs with us, Alex. I want you to find out who his alpha is, if he has one at all, and what his beliefs are concerning humans and the hunt. He seems quite intelligent and wary, so take care not to give yourself or our customs away. Report back to me when you have uncovered as much as you can about the pup. He is young, dresses in gothic style clothing, has long black hair, very dark eyes, is fair skinned, modestly handsome, and lean. He works as a bouncer. He went amiss for two years but a source of mine informed me that he returned just recently. See if you can discover where he went as well, and find something we can use to gain his trust."
