They call it Hyde Park for a reason...
Joseph found himself squatting at the edge of yet another building, staring down at the people who walked below. He glanced over at one of the nearby gargoyles, immobile stone statues carved hundreds of years ago to ward off evil. London apparently didn't have enough of those, he mused. Staring at it, he found himself half expecting it to start hopping around and singing to him about how he wasn't ugly, just unique. Foolish movies, he thought.
His mind raced back to all that had happened to him recently. It wasn't fair. He finally shed his Bane Mummy exterior only to find it replaced by this monstrosity. He wondered whose Karma he was working off. His? Charon's? Horus Ra's? That was alot of evil deeds to account for.
Suddenly a scream pierced the air from below. Glancing down he saw a woman running between buildings, three men chasing her. With a glance he knew them to be Vampires, his senses better than ever. With swift movement he leapt down, the men continuing to rush forward, oblivious to the ever growing shadow that spread from above. Joseph landed on one with such velocity that he felt the Vampire's bones liquify beneath the blow. The creature didn't die but Joseph knew he wouldn't be attacking anyone any time soon.
After momentary surprise, the two remaining pulled guns, firing several rounds into Joseph's chest. Joseph growled, fangs extended as the bullets impacted harmlessly with his flesh. Rushing forward with a blur, Joseph rent an arm from a socket and then swung it, cracking several ribs of the next man in line. Blood and screams filled the air as the two fled in terror, limbs and friend left as they ran.
He glanced back where the woman was, but she was long gone, he figured. Looking up, he leapt into the air, returning to the rooftops once more. Joseph grinned, despite himself. Maybe being a monster of the night wasn't so bad at all.
It wasn't until the next evening that a paper, blown by the wind, gave him cause for concern. It was one of the 'daily rags' as they were called here. Tabloids sold by breasts and scandal. On the third page was drawn a rough sketch of a huge monstrous man with a caption 'How I was saved by Mr. Hyde!' Joseph frowned and looked down to the author's name. Darla Crane. He sighed and thought to himself, 'I suppose it's time to pick up some Dominate and pay Ms. Crane a visit.'
His mind raced back to all that had happened to him recently. It wasn't fair. He finally shed his Bane Mummy exterior only to find it replaced by this monstrosity. He wondered whose Karma he was working off. His? Charon's? Horus Ra's? That was alot of evil deeds to account for.
Suddenly a scream pierced the air from below. Glancing down he saw a woman running between buildings, three men chasing her. With a glance he knew them to be Vampires, his senses better than ever. With swift movement he leapt down, the men continuing to rush forward, oblivious to the ever growing shadow that spread from above. Joseph landed on one with such velocity that he felt the Vampire's bones liquify beneath the blow. The creature didn't die but Joseph knew he wouldn't be attacking anyone any time soon.
After momentary surprise, the two remaining pulled guns, firing several rounds into Joseph's chest. Joseph growled, fangs extended as the bullets impacted harmlessly with his flesh. Rushing forward with a blur, Joseph rent an arm from a socket and then swung it, cracking several ribs of the next man in line. Blood and screams filled the air as the two fled in terror, limbs and friend left as they ran.
He glanced back where the woman was, but she was long gone, he figured. Looking up, he leapt into the air, returning to the rooftops once more. Joseph grinned, despite himself. Maybe being a monster of the night wasn't so bad at all.
It wasn't until the next evening that a paper, blown by the wind, gave him cause for concern. It was one of the 'daily rags' as they were called here. Tabloids sold by breasts and scandal. On the third page was drawn a rough sketch of a huge monstrous man with a caption 'How I was saved by Mr. Hyde!' Joseph frowned and looked down to the author's name. Darla Crane. He sighed and thought to himself, 'I suppose it's time to pick up some Dominate and pay Ms. Crane a visit.'