The tree's shadow flows forward like a gentle ocean tide, brushing calmly to the side in the breeze and coming back to rest as a curtain does so. From the base of the tree, spanning forward, the enriched field upon which the shadow casts upon begins to slowly fade in its sun-kissed luster, withering and crumbling apart, the breeze carrying the remains away leaving in it's wake a barren wasteland upon all vegetation which meets the umbra's caress.
As the rabble of vampires encroach upon Cameron and his companions, their neatly kept hair is rendered disheveled and they find themselves holding their balance from a sudden gale that tears across the field. The wind picking up in short violent bursts while the sun's light begins to wane. Deafening thunder follows brilliant flashes of light within the deepening storm clouds as they constrict the remaining blue sky, dancing and tumbling inward upon the sun, looking to consume it's light.
The tree's shadow now stretches in to cast itself upon the vampires, the grass beneath their pristine baseball cleats becoming barren, picked up and whisked away by the wind. The cleats themselves begin to tarnish, the leather cracking and cheap paint peeling back and flaking apart. From the now pitch black umbra at the base of the tree's shadow a ripple begins to approach, growing in... volume?... as it rises from the tenebrous tide. Just a sea creature swimming beneath the surface of the water, the shadows boil and flow up around the humanoid figure, melding into it the closer it gets. The figure is made of shadows itself, and weren't it for the now darkened sky, one would be able to see through it slightly.
The vampires look around in confused rage, hissing in disgust as their wonderful day of baseball has become ruined in its entirety. They turn back to Cameron, their sparkles snuffed out in the dimming light and their eyes angrily growing a glowing amber orange.
"You've ruined our game!" the now raggedly looking blonde woman screams out, her voice breaking in the storm raging above.
"And for that, you're dinner."
The Vampires hiss again and bare their fangs, approaching Cameron and the others and what appears to be some form of poorly synchronized choreography as they surround them at the door, moving unnecessarily slow for a predator species, clearly looking to intimidate the marine and his companions that their fear would make the approaching feast better.
"Ohhh I've found you... I've finally found you, bastard kine of the long, almost-forgotten Tremere Lord Meyer.
A quiet, ghostly, second-guessable male voice pierces the sharp winds and crackling thunder, cutting into the minds of those within the vicinity.
Stopping their synchronized strut, the vampires' heads turn, reeling around to a figure standing in the center of the oak's shadow approximately seven feet tall, the tree's branches spanning out from figure's form, almost looking like a large cloak flowing forth from it, resting out to the surrounding area.
"Who the fuck is this guy? Is he talking to us? Hey Asshole, get out of here or else we'llgrraghhhghhlk.
The cocky brown haired vampire is cut off with a gesture of the being's left hand being lifted. The shadow branches to the left figure suddenly leap to life, pulling themselves from their two-dimensional prison, striking with blinding speed, ensnaring and hoisting the teen 10 feet into the air. The branches twist around the struggling vampire.
The others look in horror as they all turn to the shadowy being. Their sudden horror is replaced with howls and rage. The raven haired woman charges in a burst of inhuman speed, claws sprouting from her fingertips. As her strike comes whistling in to carve down the being, his right hand goes from idly resting at his side to wrapped around her face in an instant. Stopping her in her tracks, the woman's head snaps back beneath his grip and her hands now pry to remove his grip from her face.
Horror returns to the vampires as they witness the figure close his left hand; The shadowy branches snapping the cocky-one's limbs in multiple places with a gruesomely satisfying crunch and wrenching them free of each other and pulling free with little resistance. His terrified screams are cut short as one of the shadows wretch his head from his body while two additional shadows peel back his rib cage and reach in to pull out his heart. Blood flows freely from his body and splash down onto the shadow which begins to absorb into long, thin vermilion cords that snake their way back to the shadowy figure. One of the shadowy tendrils snake up to the exposed heart and splits into a wide maw that snatches down on the heart, grinding, chewing and devouring it.
Simultaneously, the woman's body in the figure's grip begins to shrivel as her precious blood is sucked out of her body and in almost an instant her body dissolves to ash, leaving nothing but dust in the wind.
"Mmmm yes. I will devour you all as the cattle you are, as I've devoured your sire and her sire. Their attempts to hide you have failed. Your legacy ends now and none shall mourn for you, as none remain to mourn for you." The figure's head lifts and crimson red eyes stir atop a twisted smile as the absorbed blood course through the shadows like a circuit.
Raising its right hand high and clenching a fist, the shadows around the figure howl and bound forward and impale nine additional vampires and swiftly jerk them away from Cameron. In a shower of blood, entrails and sinew, the vampires are torn apart. Their screams echo into the roaring wind which proceeds to carry their ashes away as their blood is ripped from their remains. The blood red mists coalesce into a central point before the being before shaping itself into a wickedly shaped crystal blade of garnet.
The shadow grasps the blade in it's left hand and black lightning courses down from it's shoulder and into the blade, tempting the warp to tear free the abyss.
The five remaining vampires dash forward in abject horror, rage and bloodlust looking to tear apart shadowy creature before he acts again each throwing down their baseball gloves and lashing out with vicious talons. Calm and calculated the shadowy creature flows around each attack with an unnatural grace, making the vampires look clumsy as he dashes around avoiding each attack and reciprocating with a sweeping strike. As the blade connects with the vampire, their very essence is sucked into the blade, utterly disintegrating them. One by one, each vampire falls, drunk on the overwhelming stench of blood as they relentlessly assault the being. One by one each vampire screams in agony as their essence is torn from their body until the blonde teenager remains.
In a final rush towards the creature, her eyes meets its eyes which now swirl an emerald green and she stops in her place, her attack coming to an end as her dash becomes a slow walk towards it. Her twisted face of hatred is suddenly placated as she becomes enthralled by the being. She slowly approaches the shadow which extends a hand out to her. She takes it's hand, hopelessly captivated by the being.
As the being caresses the teen's hair back into it's perfect shape, the winds die down. She reaches up to stroke it's face and it places it's hand upon hers.
"Please, I'll do anything for you... anything." the teen pouts, pulling her face closer to it's, panting in complete seduction.
"I know you will." the being says with a warm gentle smile as it leans in to embrace her.
Before their lips meet, her head explodes into a shower of gray matter, skull fragments and blood, saturating the creature's face and her body going limp in its arms. The creature laughs a healthy laugh as he absorbs the rest of her blood into the shadows and it stands to face the party. Smoke lazily floats from the barrel of Cameron's wrist mounted storm bolter as he lowers it.
"It's been a long time, Cameron. I'm glad I could find you." the creature nods to the party before the shadows begin to part away from the being, receding back to the depths as the sky clears. Before Cameron and the others, stands Fei Serumen.
