~The Clinic~

[Lucifel Deamoni]

This place is only for vampires only, as it is their version of a hospital run by Havers. It is heavily secured, and monitored closely. They have the medical capability of treating any injury, medical problem, or issue that comes to light. They are always well staffed, and supplied for any emergency.  

[DarkAnjelHunter]

HAVERS

Race: Vampire
Current Equipment: None
Current Occupation: Doctor
Current Location: The Clinic



It was almost time for first meal, and Havers was still stuck at his clinic that he ran for the sake of his people. He had been expecting a delivery of supplies, but unfortunately it had come late. And now he was stuck here, watching it come in off the truck. Fanning a smile, he nodded a respectable thank you to the delivery man before risking a glance at his watch. How much longer was this going to take? He wasn't sure. Normally he wasn't this edgy, but he was starving and he had been working long hours this entire week. He had two deliveries, one of which they nearly lost the mother and son...What a nightmare that had been. He was grateful that he was able to save them, he just had felt worried that the family would have to endure a double loss should he had failed. Thankfully he hadn't. Yet he also had to do some stitch work on a few patients, check ups, and over see a couple of medical covered needings. A process he regretfully had to perform on his own sister since her own hellren refused to service her. The b*****d....Frowning, he brought up his clip board and checked over the list of everything. The only thing he had been missing was a couple of none sequential things...But he sure there was more yet to be unloaded. And as the man came back, while his own office staff continued to put things where they needed to be...He mentioned to the good doctor, that he did in face have two more items in the back of the truck and that he would be finished. Maybe there was some hope after all, Havers thought to himself he glanced back at his watch and frowned. He would be late. Havers hated being late, and prided himself on being as punctual as possible. But what could you do right? Thanking the man as he brought the last of it in, he gratefully signed off on it and handed the man the signed copy. Thanking the doctor in return, the man departed leaving Havers to assist his office personal to set up his supplies so that they could continue working efficiently.  

[DarkAnjelHunter]

HAVERS

Race: Vampire
Current Equipment: None
Current Occupation: Doctor
Current Location: The Clinic


Once was all said an done. Havers said his good byes, and headed for his office. He had a couple of emails to type up, along with some cases he needed to review. But in truth, maybe that could wait until later. He was simply going home for first meal. It wasn't like he was going on vacation nor anything. Reasoning with himself had always been a habit for him, especially when he wanted to keep pushing himself. Sighing, Havers decided to simply remove his doctor's coat and head home. There would be plenty of time before the sun would rise for him to slip back here and conduct the remaining business that needed to be done. Now he wondered just what would happen at first meal. Wither his beautiful sister would be joining him or not. Most nights she hadn't, because she had locked herself up in her room wallowing over that hellren of hers. The mere thought of him, made Havers blood boil. She deserved better then that beast of a man, but what could he do. He was nothing compared to him and he was the king of their race. Shaking his head, Havers dematerialized back home.

~Exiting for home.~  

[DarkAnjelHunter]

HAVERS

Race: Vampire
Current Equipment: None
Current Occupation: Doctor
Current Location: The Clinic

Havers had returned to the clinic shortly after First Meal. Again, his sister had declined his invitation to join him which he knew would happen. But still didn't take the sting out of it for him. He felt bad for his sister, and only wanted to see her happy again. But so long as she was attached to that buffoon, there was no hope of that ever happening. So to take his mind off of it, he excused himself quickly and headed back to his office in the clinic. And that is where he is at now. Thumbing through paperwork, and reviewing case files of some of his patients while sitting behind his desk. And as he did so, the hum of the clinic just beyond the office door began to fade out as he lost himself in his work.  

[Lucifel Deamoni]

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Name: Wrath
Race: Vampire (Last Purebred)
Weapons: Two black daggers, and six shurikens
Powers: Racial abilities like rapid healing, dematerialization/teleport, superior senses, superior strength, and speed.
Relationship Status: Single
Location: The Clinic

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Wrath appeared just outside the Clinic entrance. Glancing around, he got a bit of a feel for this place. Things seemed peaceful enough, and that nothing major seemed to go on. At least that is the jest of what he got from the outside, as not many where here tonight. Which was a good thing, it meant Wrath could possibly get in and out. The less time he stayed here the better. With a heavy sigh, Wrath headed inside and instantly upon his entrance the entire waiting room lobby fell silence. He felt the gaze of several individuals fall upon him, and it made him falter a bit. A female to his five brought her injured young close to her bossom, with a young pretrans male and his apparently idiot friend sat off to his right. The nurse at the receptionist desk and security guard looked at him in shock and disbelief as well. None of these people were use to seeing a warrior here. They were noticible different then your average male civilian. They were taller, more built, and had an aura of ******** you about them. That was strike one for him, but they all...His entire race knew whom he was...The Blind King, strike two....Aw hell, let's get this over with he though to himself, hoping to avoid being gawked at for much longer. Casually Wrath strolled up to the nurse, and briefly glanced at the jittery guard a bit before looking back to her.

Wrath: "I need to be seen as soon as possible."
Nurse: "Umm...I...My lord, what seems to be the problem."

Wrath couldn't help but grit his teeth about hearing her call him lord.

Wrath: "I have an issue that needs tending to, and doubt very much you want me to bleed out right here and now."

The nurse visibly paled.

Wrath: "So let's not make a big production out of this, and just get me back there now.."

The nurse slowly nodded while she fumbled to press a button underneath her desk. Once she had accomplished it, she quickly got up and came around to lead him back into a more private room where he could wait for the doctor.  

[DarkAnjelHunter]

HAVERS

Race: Vampire
Current Equipment: None
Current Occupation: Doctor
Current Location: The Clinic


Just as Havers had set a side another case file of a patient that a gun shot wound from an obvious altercation, then again he was no police officer, he could not help but sigh. Each case had to be hand...Before he could finish that train of thought, the office door opened without so much as a knock. Scowling he glanced up at his nurse that looked white as a sheet.

Nurse: "I am sorry Doctor, but you have an important patient that needs your assistance immediatly."
Havers: "Every patient is important to us, but each has to wait their turn."

The nurse shook her head, and glanced over her shoulder before looking back at him.

Nurse: "He is not to wait. He is always served first above all."

Her ominious words sent a chill down his spine. That kind of talk could only mean one person. Nodding, as it finally sunk in.

Havers: "All right. I will be right there..."

Havers exclaimed, as he pushed back from his desk before getting ready to face the king of their race. Also the man he loathed with a passion for the treatment of his sister. Sighing, he was a better man then that at the moment, as he exited his office and headed down the hail with the nurse towards the room that held Wrath.  

[Lucifel Deamoni]

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DarkAnjelHunter

~*****•••••◘•••••◘•••••*****~

Name: Wrath
Race: Vampire (Last Purebred)
Weapons: Two black daggers, and six shurikens
Powers: Racial abilities like rapid healing, dematerialization/teleport, superior senses, superior strength, and speed.
Relationship Status: Single
Location: The Clinic

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Wrath impatiently say upon the rather uncomfortable bed in which they provided for their patients to rest while they were examined. However, even though cushioned it was still hard and the crinkling paper didn't help matters anyways. Besides what was the purpose of that paper anyways? They still had to wipe the damn thing down anyways after each use, might as well nix the paper so it didn't make so much damn noise. Ugh, how long before that blast doctor would get in here. Wrath thought to himself, as he felt another cramp build up from his rising hunger while he removed his black leather trench coat... Gritting his teeth, Wrath breathed through the pain like a pro as rested the coat behind him, before bringing his hands back around and into his lap. Irritably, he stared at the door even though he could barely see it at all.  

[DarkAnjelHunter]

HAVERS

Race: Vampire
Current Equipment: None
Current Occupation: Doctor
Current Location: The Clinic


Havers pauses outside the door and takes a deep breath. He had to calm himself, he noticed as he reached out with a trembling hand. Letting his breath out, he steeled his nerves and calmed himself. He wanted to say a lot to the man inside, but now wasn't the place nor time for it. Not just that, but it wasn't his station neither. It wasn't his place, and lord knows you can't just tell the king off. Reaching over with his free hand to pull the file free of its holder next to the door, Havers turns the handle and pushes the door in.

"My Lord....What brings you here to our humble clinic this evening?"

Havers inquired, as he entered the room closing it behind him. Casually, Havers walks over to the counter near the only small sink in the room and sets the file down to open it up and review what the nurses have already jotted down.