12625/Invitation Only

Invitation Only
Date of Scene:	08 January 2021
Location:	Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Tyler and Andrea go to an essential oils party. Vampires are invited as well. Bad things happen.
Cast of Characters:	Twitch, Rage

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Twitch has posed:
Night time in Mutant Town can be alive and vibrant. Of course, a lot of the folks out here might be dealing drugs or selling their bodies. Despite recent attempts to clean up the neighborhood there is still a decent amount of crime. That's not the big concern right now, however. The big issue concerns a townhouse and the essential oil selling party being thrown there.

The host is a nice lady named Morgan who loves selling essential oils and only wants to help people by signing them up to sell things with her. She's good at selling and doesn't realize that most of the folks who end up under her in the multi-level marketing scheme end up in debt or losing a lot of money. That's not the big concern right now. The big issue is that everyone's invited to the event. You know who likes invitations? The hot guy in the faux fur trimmed jacket ringing the doorbell. He's got five friends with him, too, and they are an odd mix of people.

One looks like he's dressed up as accountant for Halloween, only it's not Halloween and the guy is probably wearing his normal clothes. Another is a young woman wearing a punk style denim vest covered in patches. Then there's the guy who has a two foot long beard and wears a sweatsuit with pictures of bears on it. The middle aged housewife, and you can tell she's a housewife because of her 1950's style dress and apron, is holding hands with a leisure suit wearing disco stud.

Morgan responds to the doorbell by opening the door with a big smile on her face, "Welcome! Come on in. We've got appetizers and drinks in the kitchen. We're going to start the demonstration in a few minutes so you've got time to get comfortable." She's really happy that so many folks have turned out to learn about selling essential oils!

Faux fur coat guy says in a heavy Eastern European accent, "Thank you for having us. We will enjoy drinking our appetizers tonight!" What's that, is there a language barrier?

Doing a kind of patrol thing to make sure nobody in the neighborhood is in trouble, Tyler's walking down the road when he sees the group outside of Morgan's house. Imagine his surprise at seeing there's a costume party in Mutant Town in the middle of winter! How cool is that? He pulls out his cell phone and calls Andrea, "Yo. You know Morgan? I think she's throwing a costume party. I'm going to drop in and check it out. There's a dude here dressed like John Travolta from 'Saturday Night Fever!' And there's a Tyler Durden and maybe an 'I Love Lucy'!"

Rage has posed:
"Hey Ty."

Andrea says after answering the phone. "I have no clue who Morgan is. I don't think I know of any Morgan. But, I'm always down for a costume party. I wouldn't want to show up and rile things up though, being a celebrity and all. I get easily made in Mutant Town."

Hopping to her feet, she heads to her huge closet and opens it up, rooting through some clothes. "Are you thinking about going? Is this a walk in type of party or do you need an invite?"

Twitch has posed:
The party is in full swing. Everybody there, Morgan included, seems to be a mutant. Except for the costume party crew, or course. Greg Moor, an orange skinned guy sometimes called Polygraph for his ability to detect lies, starts chatting with housewife and disco guy. 'Saturday Night Fever' says, "We're just a couple of regular, everyday people interested in the Tupperware." Greg doesn't understand why the guy's lying about being interested in Tupperware. Or even why Tupperware matters, but he continues to chat politely with the pair.

Tyler replies to Andrea, "I know Morgan, she's cool. You'll like her." Everyone likes Morgan. That's kind of her mutant power, likability. Tyler keeps talking, though, "There's a sign outside that says something about everyone being welcome and free food and drinks. Doesn't seem too wild, but I think it'll be a good time. Last time Morgan threw a party a DJ set up shop in her back yard, it was dope. Anyway, I'm just going to go in. Morgan doesn't have a costume on so I think it's an optional thing." Without disconnecting from the phone call he texts Andrea the address.

Inside, Tyler Durden is checking out the first floor of the house as Morgan walks next to him, "I am called Viago. I like your home. It is well decorated. Can you please show me if there are an additional entrances in case there is a fire or something? I am terribly afraid of house fires." Morgan nods an affirmative and shows him the back door in the kitchen.

Punk vest is chatting with a grandmotherly woman named Susan, whose mutant power is that her age randomly changes throughout the day. Sometimes she's twenty, sometimes she's eighty. Punk vest asks, "Why don't you drink more? There's like, ten bottles of wine out there. We should get fucked up before we do the thing with the oil."

Beardy McBearSweats just stands off by himself next to the front door, staring quietly at the other guests. The accountant is looking over the display of essential oils and talking to Glenda, who has eyes in the back of her head. They don't work, unfortunately, but they're there and they freak children out. Accountant says, "So are the essential oils a sex thing, or what?" He whispers to Glenda, "Because I'm down if you're down." She walks away from him muttering, "Creep." Poor guy was genuinely curious, too.

Rage has posed:
"Fiiiine.. I /guess/ I can .. go to this thingy. See you there. But if this is weird, I'm gonna dip out."

Andrea knows all about weird parties. Hollywood was weird. The things she saw as an underage girl before Xavier's would make most people's heads spin. After deciding to choose a pair of sparkly silver skin tight pants and a baggy hangs off the shoulder 'Mutie Cutie' sweater, she summons a ride and heads out for the address.

As she heads inside, she takes a look around at the costumed people, looking amused for a moment before she goes on the hunt for Tyler. With her keen nose, she tracks him through the various bodies, though 'essential' oils may be giving her headache that float in the air.

"Hey, Ty. I made it." She says when she finally finds him in the crowds. "Okay, so .. this is a thing. What are you drinking?"

Twitch has posed:
When Tyler rings the doorbell Morgan returns to open it and greets him warmly, "Hey Tyler! Come on in."

"Hey Morgan, cool party. I didn't hear about it until I was walking past or I'd have worn a costume," says the young man.

"Oh? You're so funny. Grab yourself a drink and a snack and find a place to sit or stand in the living room."

Tyler heads inside to do as instructed. He winds up next to Punk vest and Susan at the counter where they all pour themselves glasses of wine. Punk vest looks at the dude and says, "You getting wasted, too? Hell yeah, that's how you do an oil party."

Tyler looks at her curiously, wondering what the hell an 'oil party' is. Gotta be some kind of slang he missed, but Urban Dictionary will tell him what it is if he can't figure it out on his own.

As Andrea arrives Tyler's standing next to Beardy talking about fighting. Beardy has a super thick French Canadian accent, "So I would fight on the rafts hauling timber and sometimes furs down the river. Almost had my ear bitten off." He lifts the hair over his left ear to show a nasty scar.

Tyler tells the guy, "That's wild, man. Anyway, my friend's here. I'm going to introduce her to Morgan." He heads in Andrea's direction and lifts his plastic wine glass, "There's like a case of wine. Tastes pretty good." When he gets close he moves in to offer a hug and to quickly and quietly fill her in, "I'm actually not sure what the hell is going on here. Morgan keeps saying there's going to be a demonstration of something and this weird dude with a pocket protector is hovering over this display of little glass bottles that I think might be MDMA and people keep mentioning oils, so there's like an eighty percent chance we'll need to duck out before an orgy starts. Unless Susan ends up turning young again, because then I might stick around. She's super hot when she's young."

Morgan will arrive with Viago on her arm and see Tyler talking to Andrea. She approaches them and says, "Hello! I'm Morgan! Welcome to my home. There's plenty to eat and drink in the kitchen if you're hungry or thirsty. We're going to start the demonstration in about five minutes. I keep pushing it back because so many people are showing up! I'm so happy." She talks a lot and talks fast. But she's super personable and charming.

Rage has posed:
Returning the hug, Andrea looks interested at the prospect of wine. "I'll hunt down a glass if there is something I like. I'm more of a mixed drink girl myself." She says as she gives a long stretch of her body to pop the joints in her spine. "Wait, did you say .. orgy?"

Her brows raise upwards a bit in amusement as she bumps her shoulder against his. "Should I give Jay a call?" She says teasingly to him before she fluffs his hair with a wiggle of her fingers, followed by a wink. "Kidding, kidding. He's too straight laced for something like that. Which is a shame, I'd love to show him off."

When Morgan approaches, she lifts a hand upwards, followed by a smile. "Hello Morgan. I'm Andrea. It's nice to meet you. I'm glad Tyler gave me a call to come join in and take a look around. I like meeting new faces in Mutant Town."

Twitch has posed:
"You partied at Studio 54?" Polygraph asks 'Saturday Night Fever'. "How old are you? You don't look a day over thirty."

The disco guy replies, "I don't get older. It's a thing." Polygraph nods. Slow aging isn't the weirdest mutant power he's ever heard of.

Punk vest keeps plying Susan with wine. Susan is now middle aged, getting closer to being the young adult Tyler's hoping to hook up with. She's probably the drunkest person at the party. Susan says to her new acquaintance, "I did try acid one time. Half of me ended up being old, the other half was young. And then I freaked out because we were watching Lord of the Rings and Gollum's eyes were just so fucking big. God, it was awful."

Viago, still on Morgan's arm, says to Andrea, "I am Viago. It is very nice to meet you, Andrea."

Morgan smiles and says,"Yeah, super great to meet you. Viago needs to tell me something in private, but then we're totally doing the thing. Most of the people here are locals and they're super nice. Have fun!"

The pair heads towards the stairs.

Tyler grins at Andrea, "Morgan's awesome. Still not sold on the orgy thing, but I'll stick for the demonstration."

There's a little shriek from upstairs that causes everyone to look towards the second floor. Then Viago's voice calls out from up top, "Alright. Time for the demonstration." As he says that Accountant heads into the kitchen and goes towards the back door to throw the deadbolt. Beardy does the same thing to the front door. Viago starts coming down the stairs, a tiny dribble of blood leaking from the corner of his lip that he wipes away, "Welcome! Now who here has heard of the Church of the Blood Pact? Who wants to be young, powerful and sexy forever?"

Tyler frowns and says, "Orgies are weird."

Rage has posed:
Having secured a glass of wine, Andrea takes a few sniffs of it before before sampling a taste. She made sure it came from an uncorked bottle. As she leans in against Ty's shoulder for a bump, she gives him an amused look before giving a glance upwards at the sound of the shriek. Her eyes narrow for a moment before she gives another sniff of the air. Her ears perk up as well at the sound of a deadlock being bolted.

"I think they just locked us in here. Morgan isn't coming downstairs. And.. I don't think this is an orgy. I think this is a .. uh... cult.. thing." She says softly to her friend.

"I'm not getting good vibes about this situation .. and I also don't think I'm gonna walk out here with any essential oils."

Twitch has posed:
"A cult thing? Dammit, Morgan, when did you join a cult?" Tyler asks, sounding quite perturbed. He looks at Viago, who is continuing to speak.

The Eastern European in the faux fur stands partway up the steps where he can command a view of most of the first floor of the house. When he speaks it's clearly and loudly, "Now, Morgan has just joined the Church of the Blood Pact. She'll be living forever in the prime of her life. And who would also like that?"

Polygraph is freaking out a little bit, "Holy shit guys, he's telling the truth! Morgan's immortal! Like Dan!" He points at Disco guy. "This is so cool! How do I sign up?"

Susan, drunk as hell, raises her hand as if to ask a question, "Do you guys require a tithe? Because I came to the last oil party and now I'm pretty broke, but I'm down for living forever." Her friend in the Punk vest seems to approve.

Viago replies, "That is a good question. No, we do not. We only ask that you spend the first few years of your new life with us. Most stay with the church, but some have gone on to different things with their existence." He pauses before asking, "Who wants to be the next to become immortal?" A few hands shoot up.

Tyler looks at Andrea and asks, "Do we start fighting now? I think everyone here is a consenting adult and I'm a little confused about what happens now."

Rage has posed:
"I'm not throwing the first punch, but you better be sure I'll be throwing the first one." Andrea says with a mutter to Tyler as she folds her arms over her chest. She glances to Polygraph, then back towards Viago. "How does one become immortal? I heard Morgan scream up there. You also just locked us all in." She calls out as she types the side of her head.

"I can smell the blood on your breath." She says with a low rumble in her throat. "I came over here to get a gift basket, but I'm not sticking around for whatever 'this' is." She says with a motion of her hand. "So, I am leaving, either through the front door, or whatever hole I make that I throw you through. I'm not comfortable and living forever will get boring."

She starts making her way to the door, grabbing Tyler by the hand. "I swear to God, if I fuck up these four hundred dollar pants, I'm gonna make you replace 'em, Ty."

Twitch has posed:
"Why, it's a simple procedure. Only takes a moment," Viago says to Andrea. "It involves an exchange of bodily fluids, not in a sex way, and then you get to live forever." He's grinning at her.

Susan stands up and stumbles forward. She looks like she's in her twenties now, "I'm next! Lets do the thing, handsome!"

Viago gestures for her to go upstairs, Punk vest following closely behind.

Pierre, at the front door, looks up at Viago to see if he should let Andrea and Tyler out. Viago nods. Then the door is opened and Pierre stands next to it saying, "Nice to meet you, Tyler. Too bad you don't want to live forever. You seem pretty cool."

"Thanks bro, but I'll take a pass. My life is weird enough as it is without joining a church," Tyler says in a fairly friendly tone of voice, waving as he depart. "See you later, everybody."

Rage has posed:
As she steps outside, Andrea's eyes past towards Pierre's, staring at him with a heat of a hunter behind them. She takes another sniff at him, tilting her head to one side as if she was listening for something, then gives Tyler's hand a squeeze as she moves for the sidewalk.

Her lips are pressed into a thin frown, practically dragging him towards the corner. "How much you like your friends?" She hisses at him.

Twitch has posed:
From a window upstairs Morgan looks down at the street. She looks pale and sickly, but she smiles at Tyler and Andrea, showing off her long, sharp fangs. There's a mirror behind her and, at least from this angle, one can't make out her reflection. "Weird ass party. Sorry I called you out, I didn't think it was going to be a church thing. Figured orgy at worst, costume optional party at best." He follows her to the corner and then responds to the question, "I like them a medium amount, I guess. Probably not going to see them too much after this since they're joining a cult, but that's their choice."

Rage has posed:
As she turns to face the house, Andrea stares up into the window, giving Tyler a nudge. Her eyes narrow, filling her hyper senses with the world before she gestures upwards with her chin. "They're vampires, Ty. Blood on their breath, screaming, talking about living forever? They're vampires and they're technically killing your friends." She folds her arms over her chest, shifting some on her feet. "You're a shit ninja, you know that? Pretty sure an idiot could have put that together. So, the question is, do you want to do something about this, or walk away? They're in /our/ neighborhood biting our people. Can mutants be vampires? This something you wanna find out?"

Twitch has posed:
"Oh shit. I forgot they were real," Tyler says quietly. Hey, a lot has happened to him over the years. "We can't let them kill everybody! Susan's about to get turned!" He looks at the figure in the window, "Morgan's already one! Mutants can be vampires! Shit!" He looks around, eyes settling on the white picket fence in someone's front yard. "If you knock down the front door I'll see about putting a fence post through everybody's heart." Running to the fence it appears like he's going to start ripping posts out of the ground.

Rage has posed:
"Psh. Tyler. I'm a werewolf. Natural enemy of vampires. I'm just going to yank their heads off like grapes."

Andrea gives a long stretch of her body, then gives a sigh as she starts for the side of the house and out of the way of traffic. She is peeling her sweater up and over her head to reveal the heavily scarred upperbody. Long gashes in her stomach and across her back that looked to have been claws that tore through her. "I'm not losing these jeans." She huffs as she slides them down, then folds them up neatly to place them in a bush along with the sweater. Once done, she kneels down and feels the cracks and pops along her body as she starts to tremble and spasm, soon followed by shooting upwards into her towering eight foot height of black fur.

With a low rumble in her throat, her gold eyes gleam in the dark as she stares at Tyler, then starts for the door at a quick pace. Her shoulder lowers and she looks to hit the door like a linebacker. Bam.

Twitch has posed:
That door does not hold up. It more or less splinters. People inside start screaming and shouting in fear and surprise. Pierre immediately reacts, his face scrunching up and fangs at the ready. He hisses and launches himself towards the massive lupine form while screaming something in French. Viago starts down the stairs, "What is this? Werewolves? Here? Haven't seen your kind in years, thought I'd shot you all." He produces a handgun. "Silver bullets are a pain in the ass to find, you know."

Then Tyler's through the door, broken fence piece in each hand. Disco Dan and 'I Love Lucy' hiss and charge him, but he's swift and agile enough to get out of their way, even doing a wall run thing to get behind them in preparation for murdalizing them both with his pieces of wood. Accountant comes in from the kitchen, holding Glenda in his arms. He's currently sucking on her neck with an 'oh shit' look in his eyes.

Rage has posed:
When the vampire leaps up at her, there is a blur of motion as Rage grabs him by the throat mid-air, then slams him on the ground, much like The Hulk playing with a baby's rattle. The floor beneath his body cracks loudly as her large foot steps on to the middle of his chest, digging claws into him. It's like stepping on an ant. She applies enough force to break the ribcage, hearing the crack of bone in her ears only drives her blood lust as the feral side of her kicks in.

As her head rises upwards, her eyes gleam brightly as her ears pin backwards. She stares at Viago with a gaping maw, drool dribbling past her teeth. The sound of the word silver causes her to flinch before she puts on a fierce snarl once more. Reaching out to grab a chair, she hurls it towards him before she charges forward on all fours like a furry semi-truck.

Twitch has posed:
"She's not a werewolf, asshole, she's a mutant. Silver doesn't work on her," Tyler yells at Viago as he impales the mid twentieth century lovers on his fence posts. They turn to dust on the floor. Morgan better have a powerful vacuum cleaner.

The vampiric cult leader bats the chair aside almost effortlessly and laughs, "Nice try". He leaps down the stairs and fires his gun at Andrea.

Accountant heads for the back door, still sucking on Glenda. He's no hero and he's got takeout. When he gets to the door he pushes it open, busting through the locks and running through the back yard to hop the fence. Incredibly nimble for a nerd carrying someone.

Susan and Punk vest come running down the stairs. Susan's bleeding slightly from the neck and looking wobbly, possibly due to loss of blood. Punk vest has blood on her mouth and looks pissed off. "Werewolves, boss? I thought we got all of them." She then pulls a dagger with a silvery sheen to it. "Is it even a full moon?" Bravely, she pushes Susan behind her to try to face off against the wolf.

Tyler leaps over Andrea's charging form, trying to get to Viago himself. He flips a stake at the evildoer's heart but it's shot out of the air, preventing further bullets from heading at Andrea.

Rage has posed:
The shot of the gun causes Rage to move instinctively, jerking left, then right. When Tyler uses his powers to block the bullets, she takes advantage to attempt a tackle and takedown of Viago. Her claws gleam like black razors as they will seek to slice into him. Her goal is to get her weight upon him so to make the weapon useless, just like how she was trained.

There is no words from the scarred, black beast as she lets out a loud howl from her chest, filling the room with her angry warcry. Time to instill fear in the hearts of her prey.

Twitch has posed:
Tyler is busy dodging bullets while trying to close on Viago who can be heard saying, "You'd make such a good church member. Join me and rule by my side forever!" The nimble young man pulls a knife and launches it at Viago's head, only for it to be dodged. Luckily, it provides a good distraction so Andrea can grab the vampire. He's strong, though, probably an old beast himself, but she's able to knock the gun out of his hands thanks to the element of surprise.

"Is this what it's like fighting me?" Mr. Grant asks outloud.

Punk vest has fought a few werewolves in her time. For about forty years she's hunted them in the name of the Church of the Blood Pact. She wins through skill, speed, stealth and downright dirty fighting. When she goes to backstab Andrea as she tangles with Viago Tyler ends up in front of her with a grin on his face and the stake in his hand. He challenges the undead punk, "Come get some."

Rage has posed:
Digging her claws into Viago, Rage relishes the chance to have a real challenge before her. Her jaws snap towards his face a few times, clicking her wide teeth. She slams her knee between his legs as it rises upwards quickly, followed by aiming to throw him to the ground and pin him by her weight.

Her ears twist backwards at the sound of Punk coming up on her from behind. She senses and trusts Tyler to support her, and he does efficiently. Her teeth are bared widely to reveal those sharp teeth to Viago.

~Ready to have your head removed?~ She snarls down to Viago in her ancient wolf tongue, eyes glowing hot.

Twitch has posed:
Tyler and the Punk dance around each other. As Punk vest tries a thrust Tyler ends up bouncing off of the wall to deliver a powerful kick to the head, following it up by jamming another knife through the eye. As Punk vest reels back in pain Tyler plunges his wooden stake through her heart and reduces her to dust. Her silver dagger starts to fall to the ground until Tyler snags it out of the air and turns to see if he can help with the battle against Viago.

The vampire's on the ground now, but he doesn't seem as worried as he should be. Maybe because he can lift a couple of tons. He pushes as hard as he can, trying to throw Andrea into the ceiling despite the claws dug into his sides, "Enough of this, dog!"

Rage has posed:
While she may be a powerhouse, Rage definitely can't lift a few tons. Maybe pick up a car on her best day. As she is thrown upwards, she hits the ceiling hard, cracking the plaster, then falls to the ground with a loud yelp. The table that she landed on is now a mess. As she pushes herself upwards, she gives a hard shake of her black pelt, looking annoyed as she flexes her claws back out at him.

~I will suck the marrow from your bones, whelp!~

She swivels her ears once more like radars, then reaches down to grab one of the large splintered pieces of wood off the ground, holding it like a large knife in her paws. She curls one of her long clawed fingers in a 'come here' motion towards him as she rocks side to side on her hind paws.

Twitch has posed:
"I'll be back for you, dog!" Viago really likes that word. He turns to dash away only to find Tyler waiting with that silver dagger. It plunges into the side of Viago's neck, then gets torn out in a motion that would likely sever a human's carotid artery and trachea at the same time. Silver, apparently, also sucks for vampires. In an extreme amount of pain and starting to freak out, Viago jumps to the ceiling and starts crawling along it, going for the kitchen in an attempt to escape out the back, traveling with superhuman speed!

Rage has posed:
The 'dog' gives chase after Viago as barrels through the door to the kitchen. Being eight foot tall, she is as close to the ceiling as one can get. Snarling, she reaches out to grab him by the leg, then yanks him downwards as she seeks to slam him on to the ground like a child with a wiffle bat.

~You aren't going anywhere, monster.~

Sending a swift foot into his stomach, she launches him into the kitchen counters, then continues after him to close the distance. ~You look scared. Can't take a papercut you little bitch?~ She says with a rumbling growl. Of course, it's not English and makes no sense to anyone but her, but it helps boost her confidence.

Twitch has posed:
Viago gets slammed hard into the floor, then the counters. Holding onto his neck with one hand he rolls to his feet and hisses soundlessly, on account of he can't make air go through his throat right now. When he attacks Andrea it's with all his strength and speed, trying to grab her so that he can throw her through the floor!

That's when a loud growling can be heard from the other room along with Tyler saying, "Hey Pierre. Forgot you were still here." The mutant and the vampire start fighting, Pierre trying to grab Tyler. Tyler doesn't let him and starts slicing him to ribbons with that silver knife. Pierre howls in pain and turns to flee. "Catch," says Twitch as he throws the wooden stake through the fleeing vampire's heart, turning him to dust.

That's when a voice can be heard from the top of the stairs, "Stop killing my guests, Tyler!" It's Morgan. And she looks thirsty.

Rage has posed:
As she is thrown through the floor, Rage lets out a loud noise of frustration from the basement. Oh. Hey. Machete! Snagging the blade off the wall, she starts up the stairs and kicks the door open, sending it careening into the wall across the hall. With a growl, she starts charging back towards the kitchen, ears slick against her skull.

As she hears Morgan, she slides to a stop, glancing up at her with a growl in her throat, then looks back to Viago as she spins the blade around in her paw. She points to Morgan with the blade, then to one of the rooms on the second floor. Go!

As she levels her eyes at Viago again, her throat rumbles out in a thick growl. "Murrrrdeeeerrr."

Twitch has posed:
That's when Viago books it. Just hauls ass as fast as he can in an attempt to get away. No subtlety, no fancy wall crawling, just pure vampire speed. Doesn't even bother to jump over shit, just runs through it leaving a Viago sized hole.

Tyler looks at Morgan and frowns, "Hey Morgan. Turns out your guests were evil vampires." Isn't that standard for vampires, though? "Lets get you into your room. You should lay down. You're tired."

Worse than tired, she's inhumanly thirsty. Almost gliding down the stairs she attempts to get her hands on Tyler, who starts dodging away to try to find something wooden to off her with. He holds up the silver blade and says, "Don't get any closer. I want to put you down clean, Morgan, and this thing'll hurt you real bad."

Rage has posed:
Ears flicking back towards Tyler and Morgan, Rage hesitates in her chase after Viago. Her friend's safety overrides her feral instincts and instead of chasing, she turns and lumbers over towards the pair, coming up behind Tyler as her glowing eyes stare down at the woman in front of her.

She parts her jaws, giving a flick of her tongue along her sharp teeth. Perhaps her intimidating stance will cause the vampire to back down. She has sympathy in her eyes, but she knows in her gut that this can't end well.

Twitch has posed:
Morgan lets out a loud hiss when the wolf appears behind Tyler, lifting hands as though there were claws on her fingers and starting to slowly move backwards up the stairs. She, even in her feral state, knows better than to tangle with a giant monster... "So thirsty..." she moans. "I just need some blood, Tyler. Just give me some blood." She pleads with big eyes. And she's likeable, too. Giving her a little blood is starting to actually make sense now.

Tyler frowns, "Morgan. I can't give you my blood. I need it." He moves to scoop up the stake he killed Pierre with, "I'm so sorry, Morgan. Maybe we can get you to a blood bank or something."

Rage has posed:
Shifting down, Andrea's body gives a visible jolt and snap, revealing the popstar once more in torn clothing. She looks apologetic towards Morgan. "I'm sorry this happened to you. I can reach out to some friends who may be able to find you help, but you're dead now, a vampire. I don't know if this is what you wanted or planned, but those people are monsters and they turned you into one. A monster that can only hurt people to survive. Maybe you can survive on animal blood, but I don't know what kind of life you think this will be."

Nudging some broken furniture about, she says, "Do you want to live your life as a murderer from here out? Is that the price you want to pay to be immortal?"

Twitch has posed:
"I'm just so thirsty," Morgan says to Andrea. "I need blood." The vampire woman is nearly out of her mind with the hunger. "I won't hurt you, I'll only take a little."

Tyler looks over at Andrea and shakes his head, "I don't think she's listening." As his head is turned away from her Morgan leaps suddenly at him, seeing an opportunity. The sound causes Tyler to spring into action, his whole body seeming to twitch at lightning speed as he slams the silver dagger through his former friend's heart. She has a moment of clarity before she turns to dust all over Tyler, "I'm sorry..."

"Shit," says Tyler softly as he starts to brush himself off. "Sorry the party was a bust, Andrea. I..." He takes a deep breath and looks around at the destruction. "Oh jeez. Fucking vampires." The stake in his hands is tossed to the side and the dagger is dropped next to him as he slides down to kneel on the floor, placing his face in his hands.

Rage has posed:
Shifting her jaw sadly, Andrea watches her turn to dust, then lets out a sigh. She reaches out to pat Tyler on the shoulder. "Yeah, uh ... so .. tonight has been fun. We should probably get out of here though before the cops show up and start thinking that we just murdered a bunch of people. I don't know how you want to handle it, but I'm not going to stick around. I don't need that in the news right now."

Glancing around the house for a moment, then sighs heavily. "And don't worry about the party being a bust. I didn't even wanna come anyways. I was just trying to help you get laid." She says as she bumps her shoulder against his. "Good thing my wolf nose is strong, huh? You probably coulda been getting sucked on." She pauses. "And not the way you'd prefer." Wink.

Twitch has posed:
"Thanks for helping me out, Andrea," Tyler tells his friend, reaching out to give her arm an affectionate squeeze before he gets to his feet. "If this was a standalone home I'd burn it down, but you got the right idea about just getting out of here." The silver dagger gets picked up and shoved into a pocket, "I'm going to hang onto this. Next time a vampire messes with my people they're dust." Also, he has so much dust on him right now.

Rage has posed:
"By the way, in the future, I actually am allergic to silver. If he woulda shot me, I'd have died. I can't heal that." Andrea says with a grin on her face, bumping her shoulder to his, then sneaks an arm around him for a half hug. "At least when I'm in my combat form. Fire also. Those are the two things that wreck me. Everything else I can shrug off for the most part." She looks at her clothing, then ahems. "Can I borrow your coat until I get to my car?"

Twitch has posed:
"Oh shit. I had no idea," Tyler returns her hug with his own. Then he reminds her, "You left the rest of your outfit in the bushes outside. Wanted to protect your pants, remember?" He slides out of his coat to pass it off, however. "I can't wait to get a shower. Then I'm going to look into getting some wooden arrows and a bow. Bet I could annihilate whole packs of vampires with them. Tyler Grant: vampire killer. Good ring to it." Then there's a shrug, "No idea how to find them, though, so that would put a damper on things."

Rage has posed:
"Don't ask me, I have no clue either, but my brother can track dead people, so .. maybe you can partner with him." Andrea slides the coat on, then peeks outside before hurrying over to the bushes to retrieve her hoodie and pants. Once she tugs them on, she looks a bit more relieved and comfortable.

"I don't know if you wanna be a vampire hunter. I think there is a guy called Blade out there that may sue you for a trademark infringement. That Viago guy got away, but I'm too tired to go tracking him tonight. Maybe you and your homies can do that."

Twitch has posed:
"Really? Denver and I definitely gotta hang," Tyler says with the hint of a smile. Then, when she tells him Viago escaped Tyler will nod, "I'll try to find him. Talk to folks in the neighborhood, see if they've seen a Tyler Durden wannabe hanging around."

"Alright, sister, I'm going to hit the road. Gotta get out of this neighborhood before the cops show. Give me a call next time you go to a real party that doesn't have vampires so I can wash the taste of this one out of my mouth." It probably tastes like vampire dust.

Rage has posed:
"His name is Nevada. Denver is a dinosaur." Andrea smirks at him, eyes rolling upwards. "I'll catch you later then. I'm gonna head home and take a long shower, followed by a hot bath. If Jay is lucky enough to be home, I'll drag him in with me." She winks and starts off for her car, fishing her keys out. "Later!"