The two identical men in suits lead you to a black stretch limo, throwing a door open so that you may get in.. before not one but two black SUVs come barreling towards the car, narrowly missing the vampires as they aim to hit the limo. In the process, Zeit is caught under a tire and promptly crushed and mutilated, the scent of magic-filled blood soon permeating the air.

Fortunately the drivers died in the crash. Unfortunately, so did the two men in suits. A black Dodge Charger is headed your way, headlights glaringly bright at this hour, and for those that survived.. frenzy rolls! There is blood all over the ground, after all... After that, figure out how you want to deal with the Charger.

Bloody vapor filled his noses. Not just any blood, Jeremy thought to himself.

"Magic," he whispered to himself, trying to draw his focus from the valuable pool of mage blood to the more presently threatening Charger that had just arrived on the scene. Finding himself torn, he quickly devised a plan.

But Jeremy knew he couldn't leave Zeit's body there. Not without a sip.

He swiftly stepped out of view as the Charger bearing down on him came to a halt. Any minute now whoever the drivers were might decide they wanted a more personal "discussion," Jeremy wagered. He dashed forward to Zeit and grabbed him, dragging him out of plain sight and towards the nearest building, melding into the shadows (and climbing into a conveniently empty dumpster.)

Now out of immediate danger, Jeremy wondered briefly where his other compatriot had vanished too. He could have sworn he had seen him dashing away back into the now-thoroughly trashed hovel where the damned Brujah and his band of rogues had been residing, but in all the confusion he couldn't be certain.

Just as Jeremy was about to sate his appetite, he began to hear voices from beyond his trashy hiding place.

Zeit got creamed. Allen laughed as he fled back into the shack---before he smelled the blood. Delicious, life-giving, magic-fueled blood. He also smelled the smoke and death that science called combustion still burning in the SUVs. He noticed the Charger, too, so aptly named as it rumbled toward him at a nearly incapacitating speed. He shouldn't go for it. He shouldn't. He shouldn't go for that bubbling, dripping, tongue-moistening, fear-quelling, power-giving blood.

Damn it.

He began to make a move for the popped Zeit when he noticed one of his companions already snatching him up and streaking away.

"Hey!" he hissed, trailing him across the road s the Charger closed in. He followed whichever one it was into an alley and to a dumpster. Behind him he heard the Charger's doors open and slam, they very likely saw him. Maybe smelt him. Voices. He frantically rapped the dumpster lid before yanking it open.

"It's me, move over." He said as he leaned face first into the slick, red plastic bags.

"It's me, move over."

"Wait, wha-"

There wasn't much time to express his indignation as Jeremy was shoved to the side of the dumpster by the new arrival. Seeing him eye Zeit's body only pushed Jeremy from perturbed to outright belligerent.

"You get your nutso hands off of him! You're ruining everything!"

"You're the one who's talking. Watch the head, it's leaking," Allen said, snatching a leg and taking a suck.

Jacob emerges from the charger, careful to avoid stepping in the small pool of blood seeping underneath the car from the nearby corpses.

He cocks his head – strange, almost quarrelsome sounds were emanating from the corner of a nearby building, a smudged trail of crimson vitae marking the way.

“Crime never changes….” Jacob mutters under his breath, his right hand already reaching into the hidden pocket in his suit jacket, freeing the .44 magnum entrenched in the folds of cotton and Kevlar.

Jacob lifts the revolver free of the jacket, the recently polished metal glinting as it refracts the glow of the headlights. He knocks the chamber free and gives it a spin. Jacob nods as it swings freely, noting the six bullets nestled in their chambers.

“..but it has become far more overt,” Jacob concludes. A brief smile flickers across Jacob’s face as he calmly walks towards the source of the commotion, revolver at his side.

The member 'carcenus' has done the following action : Dice Roller

'D10' : 5, 2

Ivan Opens the driver door and pulls out his Knife and .44 Desert Eagle. He then walks around the back of the Charger and stealthily approaches the far SUV knife and pistol ready. He gets to the passenger side window, and does a quick stabbing motion to shatter it Pistol ready just in case...

Out of the hulking vehicle wafts the scent of fresh human blood, and charred flesh. In the back seat is a large black box with a red light. It's beeping. You're fucked.

Wits + Alertness, just for Matt.

Rollin

The member 'Emperor_Pain' has done the following action : Dice Roller

'D10' : 6, 2, 10, 2, 1, 9

"Chyort voz'mi" Ivan says under his breath as he swiftly sheaths his knife and throw's his gun towards the charger as hard as he can.

The member 'Emperor_Pain' has done the following action : Dice Roller

'D10' : 6

Ivan is promptly launched away from the SUV by the concussive blast of an explosion, and sent skidding along the ground until he thumps into the dumpster, making a loud banging noise for the two derpy vampires inside.