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Harold and Fred

Twins, and vampires.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Konstantein

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A band of demons, vampires, and the like that are here to rule Wing City's underbelly by whatever means necessary.

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So begins...

Harold and Fred's Story

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"Look, I have the money, I just can't show it to you!" A homeless man shouted at the two vampires that stood guard at the door.

The one in blue shook his head, "Look, if you don't show us that you've got the money we can't let you in." He said, looking to the one in red. The one in red chimed in, "And trust us, he really wants to let you in." He chuckled.

The man shouted in anger and swung at one of the vampires. His fist was quickly caught and his arm broken in four places. He fell to his knees, and the other vampire kicked him down into the street. "Good punch, Harold." He said to the one in red. The one in blue smiled, "Nice kick, Fred."

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The one in red raised an eyebrow, "He owes quite a bit of money to this here.. establishment and keeps trying to come back and run up a bigger tab. He attacked me, and I reacted." He said.

The one in blue eyed the troll and the girl, "Here's a question for you, what are a troll and a human doing trumping around the slums at this hour?" He asked, looking at his pocket watch. The streets were terribly empty at this hour, and the loudest noise was the groaning of the injured man on the street.

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The brothers laughed, the blue one sounding a little more controlled and polite than the red's. The one in red shook his head, "Not quite. While there may be some pretty ladies in there that'd spend a night with you, that's not what we're running here. It's more like a club of sorts." He said, crossing his arms.

The one in blue looked at the girl, "My name's Fred. He's Harold." He said, pointing to the one in red. Harold took a step at the homeless man, and the man whined and seemed to run off into the darkness of the night. Harold fixed his collar, and turned back to the troll and the girl.

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Harold looked at his brother and shrugged. Fred spoke quietly to Oli, "Is she... a human?" He asked, eyeing her suspiciously. Harold smiled at October, and watched his brother. It wasn't good to let humans into the club, they normally came out something a lot worse. That homeless man was the last man they let in.

"If she is.. It'd probably be smart to keep her out unless you think you can keep her safe." He added.

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Fred shrugged, and placed a hand on the door. Harold stepped aside, and it slowly swung open. There were several things dancing in the center of the room, surrounded by dim lights and flashpots. Lasers would strike across the room to the beats of the songs, and there were frequent howls and snarls from around the room.

Harold grinned, "Have a great time." He said, gesturing for the two to enter.

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The demons and vampires int eh bar eyed the suspiciously, but continued dancing and goign about their business. The music scratched to a stop and a robot in a suit stood up on a balcony above the crowd, "My friends, my patrons, welcome! I'd like to give you a friendly reminder to always pay with cash and not to ask for us to put it on your tab. Or you'll end up like our friend here." He gestured.

The homeless man from earlier fell from the second floor, but was mangled and gored. Several of the lesser creatures in the club set upon him and cleaned the bones.

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The robot turned to the demon that threw the man from the balcony, "Axel, get downstairs and clear the rif-raff away from the body. If the don't listen, break one. They'll get the message." He said, taking a seat behind his desk.

He leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on his desk. The shiny plaque read, "Byron Field, Owner" He watched the demon head down to the dance floor, and then turned his attention to his wrist watch. The night was young, maybe something exciting would happen soon. A pale secretary sat behind a desk and in front of a glass door that required a key card to open. When Oli and October approached she held up a finger and after a moment she spoke, "Hello, I'm Natasha, do you have an appointment?"

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The robot placed a finger on the small piece that covered the side of his head, "Natasha, just go ahead and send them up. They don't look like anything I couldn't handle." He said, sitting straight and fixing his sleeves.

The vampiress nodded, "Mr. Field has requested you to go on up, let me get the door for you." She said, standing very slowly and sliding a deep red card through the lock on the door. She smiled, "Head on up." She said, taking a seat back behind her desk.

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Fred sat down, and looked at the two bodies that were laying lifeless on the ground. The vampire placed his hand on the wound on his side, "There's blood on my blue vest." He chuckled, looking up at his brother in red. The other vampire chuckled, "These slayers were hardly prepared to attack us like they did. What kind of idiot shouts out his name and then proclaims that he will be attacking us?"

The two laughed, and rifled through the pockets and coats of the slayers. A few useless trinkets that were rumored to cause harm to vampires. Of course, to the slayer's dismay, they didn't. "As far as I can remember, we haven't even done anything to get hunted besides kill the people that attacked us. Would that warrant another attack?" Fred asked, looking to his brother in red, Harold. Harold shrugged, "I guess we'll find out."

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Harold's ear pricked, and he looked up for a split second before he pushed his brother out of the way, "Get home, go!" He shouted, quickly running into the street to make the fight in a more open area.

Fred bolted down the sidewalk and took cover far away enough for him to be hidden, but close enough for him to still see. If Harold started taking a beating, he'd intervene.

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Harold's eyes widened, he'd never seen a slayer like this. He grabbed a garbage can, and hurled it towards her with frightening speed. He was a lot stronger than he looked.

"I did nothing but protect myself from those goons, and you're no better!" He shouted, following the trash can with a cinder-brick that had fallen from the side of the building not but five minutes ago.

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Harold barred his teeth, and dug in his heels. He didn't deserve this. She was the monster. They all were.

Fred hurled himself at Pretarupa's side. He wouldn't let her dice his brother in half. He'd rather get killed saving his own flesh and blood than have to stand by and watch Harold get murdered.

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Harold stood against the entrance to the alleyway and watched for any slayers or police officers that may come running while Fred did the interrogation.

"Good god, please let me go you leech!" The man shouted, pressing himself against the wall in a futile attempt to escape the vampire dressed in blue. Fred grinned wickedly, "I'm gonna ask you again, who do you work for and why have you been coming around the Dutchman?" Fred asked, taking off his jacket and hanging it on a dumpster.

The man shook his head, and whimpered. There was a gurgle, and Fred emerged from the alleyway, "The guy wouldn't talk, we'll have to find another poor fool."

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Harold was taken unawares, and tumbled over a trash bin after what seemed to be a woman slammed into him and sped off. Fred quickly recovered from the initial confusion, and quickly swung to arm-bar whatever was chasing behind the girl.

Whether or not Fred's swing made contact, Harold quickly got up and ran after the girl.

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Fred looked down at the slayer and blinked a few times, "Oh shit" He muttered, and charged off down the alleyway after his brother. He knocked some trashcans over as he ran, and shouted for his brother to slow down.

Harold kept on the heels of the other vampire, "Wait up, I won't hurt you!" He shouted after her. He was hoping she'd notice that he wasn't the person that was originally chasing her and would stop running.

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Harold turned the corner as well, but stopped and stood over her, "Uh.. you alright?" He asked, raising his thin blonde eyebrow. He took a few steps back to give her some room, and quickly turned and bared his fangs when his brother bumbled around the corner clumsily.

"Uh, this isn't the time for silly fighting, Harold, I just punched a real slayer in the throat. We gotta make like a tree and run the hell home." He said, leaning over on his knees to catch his breath.

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Harold looked back at Fred, "She's a vampire like us, I think. Or, uh, something similar." He muttered, taking another step back to give her some room.

Fred kept looking back over his shoulder, "Okay okay cool, let's just go. I really don't want to die, I've been alive for too long." He said, worried. He didn't care for the girl, just for him and his brother.

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Harold spoke calmly, "I'm going to pick you up now, and take you where we can help." He said, reaching his arms out and walking towards her. If she let him pick her up, he'd carry her back to the supernatural bar known as Hades Town. There they could get someone to help her out.

If she didn't let him pick her up then he'd try and think of another way to get her to safety.

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Harold lifted her, "You're not that heavy, we'll have to get you something." He muttered, heading off towards Hades Town and The Dutchmen. Fred hung behind them, looking around them nervously.

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They passed a homeless man on the street. His eyes were the color of old paper, and as they passed he stood slowly and seemed to fade into the night. Harold opened a small door that lead to a room full of the strange supernaturals of Wing City. Ghouls, vampires, werewolves, demons, even some of the more eccentric humans that had become addicted to the Sujamma that was served there.

"Here, have some Sujamma, it'll make you feel better." He said, handing her a white clay bottle with a curious liquid inside. It would taste of a mix between mango and some other tropical fruit. Despite it not being blood, it wouldn't make her sick, and may even fill her up more than blood would under the circumstances.

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Fred chuckled, "She's never had any before, best not let her have too many more or else she won't be able to drink blood any more." Once she finished the bottle, a robot emerged from the back room and spoke. He sounded almost human but there was an air of calculated calmness around him.

"Who's the leech?" He asked, looking to a demon with two-colored eyes, "Well?"

"Dunno, a friend of the twins I guess."

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The small group all turned and waited for her to finish speaking. The small bar was closed at the moment, so no creatures were in there besides the demons and vampires that worked there along with the strange robot in the suit.

"Are you going to finish the sentence, miss?" The robot inquired, cocking his metallic head to the side.

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The robot spoke, "You're in Hades Town, a little safe haven for all of the poor creatures that humans seem so keen to abuse." He said, holding his arms out to present his establishment in all of its glory.

Harold smiled at her, "Don't worry, no one will hurt you here." He said, smiling widely.

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Fred raised an eyebrow, "There aren't any humans here, that's why. And the ones that are here are too addicted to the Sujamma to even care about supernaturals." He said, shrugging. Harold nodded in agreement.

The robot huffed, "The humans did this to her, they're the real monsters." He muttered, his voice humming quietly.

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Harold and Fred exchanged a confused look, "Uh, no. Humans can't do that." Fred said, cocking his head slightly. Harold sat back against the counter, and the robot barked an order at one of the demons.

"Get the girl some blankets or something, she's probably freezing." He said, pointing to the storage closet where the odds and ends of supernatural bar clean-up materials were kept.

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