Carlisle by Night

Fulgrim · **Posted:** Fri Aug 14, 2009 7:48 pm

cheers stacey most apreciated, meet you sunday as eddie lol

Fulgrim · **Posted:** Sun Aug 16, 2009 12:17 pm

Time To Meet The Family….

Eddie stood in a doorway on the edge of town, rain was pouring down in heavy buckets, soaking the ground until puddles connected and the ground was a rippling pool of water.

It was time, no more being underground, no more hiding from a world that was dying, no more Edward Crane, he was gone now, nothing but haunting memories of the past, so much forgotten, so long in the ground, so tired.

Eddie readied himself, time to meet Negroni’s court at last, Eddie stood in the doorway his white, dirty trainers damp and moulding, he didn’t care, they were fast and quiet, his battered jeans dirty, grimy and full of holes, he didn’t care, it was easy to move faster than shadows in them. He pulled his green wax jacket, aged with time and the grime that Eddie carried with him and tipped his brown leather wax hat and stepped into the pouring rain.

With a voice that sounded like chunks of rock falling from a cliff face and clattering at the bottom, Eddie said aloud to the night “Time for one more show”

Fulgrim · **Posted:** Wed Sep 09, 2009 11:24 am

Razor Eddie stood in the moonlight as it beat down upon the cold streets of Dundee, small grey cobbles lined the street with black bollards on either side making up the main pedestrian walk of town, it had been a long time since Eddie had been this close to such a public area but with so much unfinished business still to sort he knew it was worth the risk, after all after London he wasn’t exactly masquerade friendly these days and he knew some camarilla members were still jumpy about it.

He stepped along the street pulling his powers of concealment that had kept him well hidden over the years and walked down the middle of Richards Street and headed for The Kings Crown one of the oldest public houses in Scotland. And a regular haven and haunt of his prey. Too long had he been left to walk this earth in his undeath, Eddie would right a wrong he had made 120 years ago and finish what he started, he forgot rule number one, Never abandon the hunt.

Eddie smelt his tracker on the air, heard faint footsteps in the distance and could smell that musk of fear that even creatures of the underworld gave off, even if in small portions, he knew he was being followed, one of his preys pawns, flesh crafter no doubt, maybe even one of the accursed beast kind that had joined his coterie over the years.

Eddie stepped into the public house, three or four patrons at this time of night, nobody of importance, the barman staring at him with eyes akin to fear, if he wasn’t immortal himself I would assume he would run for his life, perhaps he think I was dead like the rumours say or perhaps he was just too afraid to see me darken his doorstep again, time would tell. As Eddie approached the bar, the barman spoke,

“Edward, good to see you again, the usual, still on the rocks yea, or the bottle” As he said it he glanced Eddie up and down obviously having heard of Eddies changes in appearance however not able to fully process the understanding of them.

“No thanks Claude, my tastes have changed over the years” As Eddie sat down at a stool on the bar a cold breeze whistled through the bar flapping beer mats and posters on the wall over the place until it settled, it amused Eddie to see Claude’s reaction to the winds. He knew it was Eddies doing, and was too afraid to say anything. Just the way Eddie liked it.

Claude broke the silence first, “So Eddie what can I d..”

“I‘m looking for Devrin, and you are going to tell me where to look or your in his place” Eddie Interrupted as he reached for a beer mat to inspect.

“Eddie haven’t even seen Devrin in….well…maybe……forty years” Claude looked sincere, not a good start.

“Claude, I’ve always liked you, and when I say like I do mean, I’ve always tolerated you, and when I say I’m going to give you one more chance to get that fat art lovin arse in gear and tell me where I will find Devrin, or you get to see why I’m called Razor Eddie” Eddie heard the door go behind him again. The smell of fear was back.

“He is down on Mulberry Road, down by the river, but you heard nothing from me and don’t come back here for a while Eddie, I don’t want it to get out you drink here anymore” As Claude told me he glanced over my shoulder, obviously looking at whoever had just walked in.

“Ah Shit” Claude Said.

Eddie could feel magic being pulled on the air and felt the runes on his clothing activate to dispel them, he knew that would make whatever he was doing harder but not impossible and if persistent he would get through Eddies tricks eventually, he had been in the ground too long to remember all his surprises.

Eddie looked up at Claude and then spun round, he saw a rough, soggy looking businessman, suited in a fashion form a decade ago and looking at Eddie with a fiery passion in his eyes, Eddie knew at that point it was kill or be killed.

Eddie looked at the businessman and said “You get one chance to walk away now and hide, if your lucky I may decide to not hunt you down and finish you later”

The business man laughed, a dry throaty laugh as if to mock Eddie and then the smell of fear was gone. Time to act now, before his bravery too over from the lack of fear.

Eddie vaulted across the room, clearing the ten feet between them in a heartbeat and thrust his hand into his pocket.

Claude looked on, he saw Eddie jump forward towards Freddie, the business man who had entered his pub, In a blur of motions he watched as four neat red lines had splashed across his walls and the door, Freddie crumpled to the ground in a heap and fell into four pieces at awkward angles that made his head spin a little.

Claude’s patrons looked on, oblivious to the supernatural carnage round about him, they were probably Claude’s art student retainers.

Eddie stood with his back to Claude looking out at the door and said “Goodbye Claude, I wont bother you again”

“Good luck with Devrin, I hope you get the bastard”

Eddie walked out of the pub and back onto the cobbles of the street as the cold breeze whistled around him, and headed for the river ready to settle old scores.

Claude looked at his students in the bar as Eddie walked out of the door. “Your going to need it”

Fulgrim · **Posted:** Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:08 pm

Prowlers In The Dark.

It was a long dark and looming alley way, trash cans lined up either side and rubbish overflowed from black bin bags burst with the stench of rotting vegetables poured over onto damp cobbles. The alley was covered in shadows, the glow from luminous neon strips casting tall oblong shapes into the night as though black obelisks towered through the mass of filth and shit laying in the alley.

This was nothing to Razor Eddie, Punk God of the Straight Razor, he was too old for filth and mess to bother him, spent too long lying in the ground and in the dark foul places of the city where even the “bad guys” dared to tread. London had some really bad aspects to it, this was just another hors d’oeuvre on the plate of London. Mithras’s little paradise, my fucking arse thought Eddie.

He walked to the end of the alley passing a tramp on the way past, he was cold and starving from the looks of his gaunt frame and shaking appearance, Eddie couldn’t even be bothered to kill the whelp, everything’s got to die sometime. Even you old boy Eddie thought. He walked through the alley his foul winds whistling past him carrying the stench of the breeze and the buzzing of flies as he walked. Eddies curses to bear for not answering the call to service the first time round.

It had been a long time since then and much had happened in his long life since then. He turned the corner ready for his meeting when he noticed a red trail of blood leading off into the passageway behind, he smelled the blood, fresh, spilled, a quick taste identified as two different blood sources, one mortal and one kindred. Strange thought Eddie even fledgling vampires don’t get this much of their own blood spilled when trying to feed. He heard the scream of a woman cut short by the sound of a giggling. Malkavian, Eddie Thought. Let him have his fun as he walked off remembering his friend Thomas, pondering the recent news of his demise in Carlisle. Probably that cunt Voq thought Eddie, they had never seen eye to eye.

Eddie suddenly heard the sound of a man burst out in agony and then silence as the giggling continued, this time echoed by the sound of the wet, cold alleyway. Eddie pulled his powers of obfuscation about him and stepped round the corner, Eddie was not prepared for the scene that had unfolded him. He looked to the bottom of the alleyway to see a creature around six feet in height with an androgynous body shape. The figure possessed blank, white faces with midnight-black eyes, like obsidian. He lacked hair of any kind, being completely bald with no eyebrows and the palest milky skin, akin to a maggot. The figure brandished in his hands twin long daggers which he had plunged into the heart of the woman by all accounts and wrenched her heart from her body in one blow by the wound. He giggled looking at the heart.
His head turned and looked at Razor Eddie, eyeing him with suspicion, he flicked the heart towards Eddie and it skidded across the cobblestones until it landed at his feet. It flicked the blades up into its hands and readied itself in a defensive position. That was when the giggling started.......................................behind Eddie.

Eddie turned round to an exact matching figure stood behind him, twins, or some mirror image likely. He had come along way to restoring some of his lost strength but he had been lured into this trap and now he was stuck between two creatures who look like they were bred for war.

Eddie looked down at his feet to see the heart, he put his foot forward stepping down and squashing the heart with a squashing squelch noise. “You will die now leech thing” the one in front of him said pointing its wickedly curved long dagger towards Eddies chest.

“Please” Eddie said.

Suddenly Eddie rushed forward his supernatural speed fuelling him towards the figure in front of him as he reached the figure ready to slam it into its pale white pasty face, it disappeared and Eddie jumped round in time to see it emerging from a blurry ripple in mid air beside its twin, both of them were now giggling.

“Oh its like that is it” Eddie looked at them, smiling like himself again. Eddies only real happiness left in this world was in the eye of the storm. And this was a hurricane.

The twins came running at Eddies flicking their daggers left and right, up and down, slicing through air and cobblestones where Eddie sidestepped and dodged the blows dancing in between the blades of the creatures. Eddie was faster now.

The twins suddenly both jumped back with amazing speed, leaving Eddie astonished, they formed up into a twin defensive style again and without realizing it Eddie had been backed into the dead end alley, the twins now guarding his only way out.

“Good kill this brother” the first creature commented.
“Very good kill brother” the second replied back.

They darted towards Eddie blurring in and out of the air leaving rippling images behind then, clearly side stepping in and out of reality blades swung at Eddie and it wasn’t long in the dancing of blades and dodges before a blade lashed across Eddies chest leaving a large tear of red blood across his white grotty t-shirt. Eddies didn’t flinch. He was stronger now.

As the twins backed of to the end of the alley again, they reformed into a defensive position as they had done before. The perfection of their blows and stances was not lost on Eddie, these creatures were born for death and destruction. So was Eddie.

Razor Eddie, Punk God of the Straight Razor stood tall in the alley, let his hands fall to his sides and cracked his knuckles together in his fists.

“And I was playing fair boys” He smiled at them.

They attacked in perfect unison again a blurring of blades and shadows, dancing with death Razor Eddie suddenly threw a punch into the air off to his right throwing his supernatural strength behind it. His fist aiming for nothing but thin air, made contact and in the darkness the creature that had been hiding behind reality came crashing out and into the wall of the alley, brickwork caving underneath it. It looked at Eddie shockingly as if wondering how Eddie had seen it in the void. The creatures faded from view and Eddie reached his arms into he air and grabbed the creature, it rounded on him plunging both daggers straight through Eddies chest and protruding from the rear of his back.

“Get back here you little shit, think I care if you’re from Arcadia!” Eddie shouted in its face.

Eddie smashed his face directly into the creature several times until he felt bones and muscles caving beneath his skull, the creature would not releases his blades. Eddie rounded throwing the creature into his twin and crashing him to floor.

“I’ll get to you mate” Eddie mused, blood gushing from his chest.

Eddie threw himself back, his hands grabbing the fae’s arms and then as the blades withdrew from his chest, he kicked the fae square in the chest slamming it into the wall again, there was a large crack upon impact and the creature dropped its blades, one skittering across to the other sides, the other at its feet.

“Your only a leech thing” the creature spoke through its mangled face, its twin reappeared at the end of the alley looking ready to jump as Eddie scooped up the creatures other blade in his hand.

“No wait your something else” it looked directly at him, suddenly afraid.

“Now if only you had noticed that ten minutes ago mate” Eddies slammed the blade repeatedly into the creatures head until there was only pulp remaining.

Eddies turned to see the other creature, anger flared in its face and it spoke.
“This isn’t over Abomination!”

Fading from view Eddie knew it was gone. “Pussy” He shouted.

He covered the body up in garbage and put the blade in his trench coat pocket dropping the machete he carrier there into the pile of blood when his phone started ringing in his pocket.
He flipped the old phone open, flies buzzing round him as he answered the phone.

“Who’s this? Tell me how you got his number in 2 minutes or your dead”

A voice spoke.

“Fuck off Negroni” He put the phone down.

The phone rang again. Answering it Eddie said “Well done now you get my foot up your ass boy”

The voice spoke again.

“Now for that kind of money were talking, phone me in an hour, I’m hungry” He said closing the phone.

Eddie scooped down and picked up a rat scuttling across the floor and bit deeply into its flesh. Coming to London hadn’t been a waste after all, upgraded, good fight, new weapon and another job. Times were good indeed.

Babs · **Joined:** Sat Aug 09, 2008 1:42 pm **Posts:** 713

Very dark, love it and those things were creepy

Rych · **Posted:** Wed Mar 10, 2010 7:26 pm

Fuck off Negroni

lol got to love Eddie for that line alone

Fulgrim · **Posted:** Thu Apr 15, 2010 10:25 pm

Choices

“A monster hunter of unbelievable skill and precision able to strike at the deadliest of foes, slayer of Kindred, Werewolf, Fae and Spirit alike. An asset to the city given his personal disadvantage........”

The list went on, Razor Eddie hadn’t always been so devoid of work, he had been the bounty hunter to princes up and down the country, he had been the deadliest of assasins, a killer feared in his own rights, there wasn’t a court in the country without a member who had heard of Razor Eddie or Edward Crane, now that legacy was failing.

For all his efforts Eddie had been off the job too long, a brief stint of work for Mithras down south but nothing of importance, and it felt good to kick some Fae arse back into dust. Stupid Faeries. But now he regretted it all, going into torpor had been a large mistake, he couldn’t even remember the reason why now, but he didn’t recognize this world anymore.

Now flashy hunters with gathered skills from the clans walked the streets, Anton De Sylvaine was sch an individual, flashy, strong, fast and likely possessing the deadliest of powers from “shadowcrafting” to “blood sorcery”, possibly even “flesh-shaping”, who knew. What Eddie did know was he kept himself sharp, honed, ready and always on a job, in his hay-day, Razor Eddie would have wiped the floor with Anton and gone back for more, now it was probably a fairly high chance Eddie would be the one in dust.

He spat on the floor, flies buzzing round about him constantly, Damn the creature that did this to him, why bother, why not kill Eddie. Eddie remembered the night Dante had cast the ritual upon him in Elysium allowing him to see what he was, he saw himself covered in black sticky ichor from head to toe, a touch of oblivion about him, and his Razor, forged from something called Dark steel.....

Dante must have prized his razor, he traded the power of god on earth for it........

“Dante” Eddie whispered into the night, his mark, his target, his enemy...........

Razor Eddie walked out of Elysium, nobody he didn’t want to see noticing his presence, he knew what had to be done now, it was all a matter of loyalty and honour to the man who hired him, the man who had given him another chance ..........

“Or die trying” Eddie whispered to the night............

Babs · **Joined:** Sat Aug 09, 2008 1:42 pm **Posts:** 713

Can we name this the year of the Assassin lol

Fulgrim · **Posted:** Mon May 10, 2010 7:12 pm

Damnation Calling.......

Eddie walked the streets of Carlisle in a rage, he hated being in this town, why of all the god-forsaken shit holes did he have to be stuck here to work. When he received the “ferryman’s” call, telling him about his stitch up, he was pissed, not only was someone trying to frame him, this meant two things, one someone had found him, not an easy trait to accomplish as princes had tried and failed and secondly someone had insulted him by making it look like a sloppy half arse kill on a pathetic cringing mortal, this would be a long night for Eddie.

He walked down the street until he came to an alleyway, he had got B to organize a meeting with his local swamp rat in town, a go getter in the night life, someone Eddie plied with money for information, keeping his nose clean, and coincidently the only person besides the “ferryman” who knew he was still in Carlisle, the rat might have sold and if not, he was getting pricey anyway, no point in acquiring too many bills, the employers were never happy. A brief stint dealing with some problems for the god prince had been lucrative but Eddie never kept money long, what use was money to someone who had nothing left to spend it on.

He walked down the alley and turned right until he came to a non descript door and knocked three times, when a noise ruffled from behind it and a slight clicking ensued, Eddie struck the door full blow with his foot sending the person behind it reeling backwards.

“Evening Francis!!!” The stark smelling winds howled around Eddie, carrying the stench of death and decay with it into Francis nostrils.

Francis was a blonde kindred around 5ft 4 in height a pudgy face and a leather jacket that belongs on someone who had muscled physique, Francis would be lucky if you could see his biceps under flabby arms. He looked at Razor Eddie like he was a murder burst into his home with the intent of pure butchery. Francis wasn’t far wrong tonight.

Eddie walked across the room picked up Francis by the shirt and lifted him with force until he contact a wall, the plaster cracking under his weight.

“Eddie old friend.......I.”

“Shut your whoring mouth and be silent in the presence of your elder whelp! I am in no mood to talk!”

Francis stammered and feared for his life.

“I have a small problem, the only contact I have been working with is you, and someone has found me in this doorway you call a town, which means you told them or your just unlucky, which is it?”

Francis looked away from Eddies, gaze, “Eddie.....people ask questions.....people are looking for you, some for jobs, others for words, I give them nothing, your just a fallen legend now, I’ve, I’ve done nothing wrong here my frie.”

“If you call me “friend” one more time, you will meet her. Eddie replied staring into Francis’s orbs trying to penetrate the lies, sadly Eddie found none there.

“Ok a guy asked for you at a bar, he said something about a job he wanted you to have and it was big bucks, I said i could possible arrange a meeting with you for a small fee but thats it, thats not your in town or anything so i’m clean” Francis hammered on regaining some of his confidence that he wasn’t going to die.

“Yes, your right, they know i’m here some other way” Eddie dropped him off the wall, he landed on his feet as Eddie had turned his back to him already in the blink of an eye.

“Thanks Eddi....” Francis was interrupted by blinding pain and his screaming filling the apartment.

Eddie had rounded on him and plunged a long dirk into his guts, blood was pouring over the daggers hilt and each time Francis squirmed it cut deeper, it had been punctured through and into the wall behind.

“Right Francis, old boy, you and I are going to do two last bits of business and this will teach you to even pretend you have control over anything I do. You are going to look down into your guts and look at this blade”

At this Eddie grabbed Francis’s chin and wrenched his head down to look at the blade puncturing his stomach.

“Got a good look son?” Eddie glared at him.

“HMyyyaassss” Francis gurgled, blood blasting from his lips.

“Find its twin, its details are here” Eddie reached into his coat and dropped a piece of paper on the ground” Francis watched it fall his eyes tracking it to the ground like his last hopes falling away.

“Good boy” Eddie said releasing the boys head and wrenching the dagger back out and into his trench coat in the blink of an eye.

As Francis hit the floor, blood loss making him less aware of his surroundings he looked up to see Eddie hunched down on bent knees looking at him.

“Now secondly, one of my........friends.........was attacked recently, her name is Cora, word on the street and in the tunnels is that......she...was vio.....attacked....you will pick your sorry arse up off this floor and you will find out and write up every scrap of information you know, hear, see or gleam from the bottom of a whiskey glass and write it all up and send it to Voq at Freaks. Do not label it and do not get caught leaving it, if you fail in this task, I swear to god Caine himself wont be able to save from me boy!”

“You have seven days until I return from London” With that Eddie was gone.

Rych · **Posted:** Mon May 10, 2010 9:36 pm

The worse bit is that is Eddie in a good mood, Good Fic pal.

Carlisle by Night

Razor Eddie, Punk God of the Straight Razor.

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