Direct continuation of last post. . .

Aamon took a step back but was rebuffed by the cards.
    "You're not joking?"
    "No" Aamon roared with rage.
    "You have NO idea what you are doing mortal!
    "I'm not. . "
    "Stop your whining for ONE second. You have no idea what you are saying, what kind of power you have unleashed! You and your kind are so short sighted it it sickening, you repulse me, you are a mistake of evolution and you WILL not survive. You have no understanding outside that excuse for a, supposedly  free willed conscious . Don't you get it yet? You don't matter. None of you matter. I cannot even put into speech that your human, yes human you are essentially human, can understand."

Debussy was taken aback by the outburst. He had never considered. . .no, Aamon was wrong, he was old. It was his breed that was dieing. He had to keep control.
    "hmmm, as nice as that is, Aamon, I don't really care and you will do as I say."
    "Fine" Aamon growled "but I warned you, pale-skin,  you are  messing with powers you don't understand."
    "So be it. Tell me, how do you propose to kill Asmodeus?"
    "You still don't get it do you? We cannot be killed, I can send him back but I cannot kill him. You will have Asmodeus hunting you for as long as you live. Your eventual death in inevitable. I can only help you delay it."
     "So be it. But how will you go about it?"
    "I'll wait till he arrives, shouldn't be long then we'll fight. Oh and if I lose, I will be sent back and you, my pale skinned friend, are dead."

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Cretin=

brainless, stupid and full of pointless information that makes no sense and appeals only to other cretins. They can be found in every single internet forum, where they race to post as many mind-numbing messages as possible.

OOC: Sorry I've not posted in a while, and I've left a bit of an inside joke in this post

 

   Michael awoke in a six foot deep hole, with dirt being shovvelled on him. Still groggy, he touched his forehead - clean, unharmed. And suddenly it all came back to him - He had been shot, by a vampire hunter. But, somehow, he had survived. To the astonishment of his gravediggers, he suddenly flew out the hole, landing on his feet in front of them.

   "Nice try guys." He laughed, then launched at the both of them, knocking them to the floor. And, as quickly as he launched himself out the grave, he bled them dry. But the blood tasted different to a normal human's blood. He decided not to let it worry him, and left for the hideout.

 

      "Sarah, I need you to keep an eye out for my... friend." Jacob said. The woman living in the house had awoken the previous day and, like Jacob predicted, she had no memory. So, he decided she might as well be given a name, so he searched the house and found some documents belonging to her, and saw her name on them. "If anyone comes to the door, or looks at the house oddly, tell me." He said. She nodded in response.

   "Who is he?" She asked.

  "Just a friend." He said. Really, he wanted her to keep an eye out for vampire hunters and possibly Michael, though after two days he doubted he would be returning. "Well, there's someone here now." She said, seeing someone walk downthe path. Jacob peered over her shoulder andthrough the window.

"Michael... finally." He muttered, amazed he was alive.

   He burst through the door, and was immediately challenged by Jacob.

   "Did you find any hunters?" He asked.

   "Yes! Well... they found me." He said, and Jacob was surprised to hear the excitement in his voice. "But I escaped. I don't know why, but the hunter must be new or something. He shot me, but I just healed up! And then these guys tried to bury my corpse, but I got them, there's basically nothing left now!" He laughed. "I'm immortal... maybe I'll be an elder! Will I get a dog like Varan?"

   A dark frown crept across "I have some terrible news for you, you stupid little boy." Jacob whispered furiously.

   "What? They've cancelled the dog?"

   "No, you idiot. You'll be lucky if you even live that long. We'll all be lucky if we live another day. We have to leave, now. Without you."

   "What? How come?"

   "Because you have lead V-Sec straight to us! We are in terrible danger."

   "What? Oh - no. they asked where we're based, but I gave them a fake address."

   Jacob shook his head, in anger and shame. "You think that the top vampire hunters make mistakes like not knowing how to kill vampires? You think they can't tell a liar? If I know them, they've done what they've done to countless fools like you - put some sort of tracking device in you, inside the bullet hole. But now it's healed, it'll be much too difficult to get out without "killing" you for another day, which we really can't do with right now. We must prepare... the hunters are coming."

OOC: Just a bit of character development for the vampire that is trying to convert me to his side.

Darkvein stood in the middle of his crypt in complete darkness. His location was a secret, even to the other councilors and he preferred to keep it that way. Besides, he wasn't exactly dwelling in a....conventional crypt.
Two tomes lay open in front of him on two golden pedestals. Both had the same intricate seal on the cover of three dragons intertwined. One was written in Latin calling itself 'The Art of Necromancy' the other in old English, titled 'Gyspy Magic'.
Darkvein had not taken the slaughter of his fang gang lightly and had taken it upon himself to perfect his training in necromancy in order to reanimate them once again.
He was very pleased with his progress and with how proficiently he could call upon his undead fang gang at will.
He held the crystal ball in his outstretched arm and gazed into it absently. Vincent was definitely his new First Vampire, but Darkvein feared that he would never return. Not that it really mattered, after he had given him enough time he would hunt him down and gain control of his mind. He was beginning to feel that letting him go had been a bad decision, but then again the instinct to protect your first is very strong. Probably stronger than the link the crystal ball would have with him, thus keeping him here would have been a fruitless event. He would have returned to his crypt regardless of the mind control.
All was not lost however, as Darkvein had located five rogue vampires in the last three hours. He was thankful that they weren't quite as stubborn as this Vincent Dafoe character and they were in fact making their way to Camden. With or without his First Vampire he would rebuild his fang gang and who knows...maybe he'll find a human suitable to be his considered his first in command. That is, if he can't turn Vincent, which he felt absolutely sure he could. Two vampires alone? Piece of cake.
A bell sounded from outside the door of the crypt.
"Ahhh," Darkvein sighed, grinning to himself, "And so, the Darkvein fang gang begins."

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The only thing worse that beating a dead horse is betting on one.

Niah dreamt...

Vincent, in danger... dark veins... trains... moving dust... growing dust!

Sometime before dawn, Niah awoke to find Vincent gone. She was frantic for a moment, then found the note. He had put it on his pillow, but in her rush to get up and find him it had fallen down onto the floor...

Niah,
I didn't want to disturb you, you looked so peaceful. I'm heading to Camden, it's time to figure out what these dreams are. I know you wanted to come, but I think this is something I have to do on my own.
Love you. I'll be back by dawn.
V.

Niah glanced at her watch. It was practically dawn already, much too dangerous to be walking around outside. There was no sign of Vincent, and she somehow knew that there wouldn't be, at least not until after dusk.
He was in trouble, she knew it.
A globe... clear, but not clear... A young man, on the streets... now dead... more dust, moving dust, growing dust...

"Vincent... please just come home!" Niah pleaded silently. She was worried, and knew that, somehow, these images flashing through her mind were related to Vincent, to Vincent being in trouble... And here she was, stuck inside, useless with the sun now over the horizon outside.

"...Just come home, Vincent. Don't leave me alone, please..."

Useless, Niah curled up on the bed, sobbing. Somehow, she drifted off to sleep... and dreamt...

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*Needs a new sig*
Any volunteers?

    When Journey returned to the crypt with Jewel, Debussy was still in his room. Journey knew better than to disturb him while he was working, so she showed Jewel to one of the empty rooms to sleep. Journey thought about letting Debussy know that she was back, but didn't want to take the chance at irritating him twice in one night. She went to her own room and lay down, trying to figure out what to do about Niah. Then it hit her! Well, there was no need to stay awake any longer, she couldn't do anything until tomorrow, so she slept.
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    Journey woke up as it was becoming dark outside. Her internal clock had adjusted itself to her strange schedule long ago, although she had a feeling it may take some time for Jewel to acclimate. Journey heard her getting up and down and pacing all day, she looked exausted, but she'd get used to it eventually.
    "Rough day, huh? Don't worry, your body will cope quickly. Within a week, you should be completely used to the change in schedule."
    "I certainly hope so. Do we have anything planned for today?" Jewel asked.
    "Actually, I have something I need to take care of, but later on this evening, we will be taking down a hunter. I think we'll have you come along and see what you're made of. I'll explain everything later. For now, I've got business. I'm going to leave you here for a bit. Don't bother Debussy; if he wants to talk to you, he'll come to you. For now, just hang out, watch some TV or read or whatever it is that you do, just don't leave." Journey told her.

    She wasn't sure if Debussy was awake and just in his room, or if he had already left for the night. She hoped he and Jewel would have some time to talk without her around. Sge figured it was the best way for him to get to know her and come to a decision. However, she had more pressing matters at hand. First thing she needed to do was change.
   
     She grabbed a long sleeved sweater and jeans from her closet and put them on. Next were her boots. , most of her skin was covered. Thank ness it was cold out and she wouldn't look out of place when she put her gloves on. The only problem now, was going to be her pale skin. She had always been very light complected, but she looked unnaturally pale. If she was going to pull this off, she had to make sure to leave no doubts about her "humanity". She went into her bathroom and got out her old makeup case. Alot of foundation and blush later, she looked perfectly normal. As long as she didn't smile, her illusion was complete.

    Journey jumped on the train and headed to Niah and Vincent's neighborhood. Now all she had to do was find the hunter that had to be out there. There seemed to be a few people out, but not many, so it shouldn't be too hard. Of course, Journey could be wrong and there might not be a hunter here. Journey just figured since there had been one near her and Debussy's home, as well as one in the next neighborhood, it was probable that there were hunters everywhere. Journey figured that if Niah or Vincent were in harm's way, that Niah would definitely kill in order to save them. All Journey needed to do was put Niah in the posititon. Journey was certain that once Niah killed, she would be on the road to becoming a great vamp. Her survival depended on it.
   
    Journey was beginning to get irritated when she spotted the hunter. She had noticed her before, but the girl kept tripping on things, so Journey hadn't taken a close enough look. However, this time, she noticed that the girl appeared to be hiding a stake. Considering the fact that most humans thought the vampires were extinct, it would make sense that she must be a hunter. Journey prepared herself. It was almost as great as when she used to perform in school. The stage was always her first love. Too bad her s****y parents ruined all chances of her ever becoming someone. Not that any of that mattered now.

    Journey began screaming and running. She hoped she wasn't over doing it, but it had been so long since she had actually be scared about something, that she had almost forgotten what it looked like. The hunter startled and looked in the direction that Journey was coming from.
   
    "Run, run!", Journey screamed to the girl."Hurry, or he's gonna kill us both!"

    The girl grabbed Journey by her arm and stopped her. "What's going on? Why are you running?"

    Journey pretended to struggle and try to run off, before she "gave up".
    "There was this guy, over by the house on the next block. He looked like he was biting someone and they were screaming and trying to get away from him. I think he was sucking on her neck, like a vampire. But they're all dead! We killed them all in the war!" Journey cried.
  
     "What house are you talking about?" the hunter asked.

    "On the next block, the one that looks all boarded up and abandoned. But you've got to come on, or else we're gonna die!" Journey was finding it hard to keep her composure. The hunter looked so calm, but she had no idea what she was in store for. She wouldn't even be expecting that there was more than one vampire out there.

    "You go and get out of here, I'm gonna go a different way.", the hunter said.

    Journey smiled to herself. Her work here was done. She would find a hiding place, just to keep an eye on things. She didn't think the hunter would be able to take out both Vincent and Niah, but she was going to wach out just in case. Let the fun begin.....
   

   

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Vincent walked hurriedly home, thankful that he'd brought his trenchcoat with him. It had begun to rain and there was a chilly wind rushing in from the north, so he picked up the pace and headed down the street until his home was in sight. He pulled down his hood and made his way to the hedges outside his backgarden. He glanced around him twice to make sure nobody was looking, then swiftly vaulted over onto the soft grass.
Home again, at last.
He dropped into a crouch position and made his way to the back of the garden where the ventilation system surfaced and bent over to open it.
Click.
"Don't move." A voice said from behind him. Vincent felt something on the back of his head, cold and metallic.
"This is 500 Magnum Revolver, the most powerful handgun in the world. It will not kill you, because I know you are a vampire, but at point blank range you're not going to be getting up any time soon."
Vincent froze and attempted to glance at this person out of the corner of his eye. He knew who it was, it was the hunter Niah had spotted.
Hell.
Vincent fixed his eyes in front of him and tensed his muscles.
"Before I kill you, I want to know a few things, stand up!" The hunter yelled.
Vincent grinned. The blood in his views began moving faster, his vampire instincts were kicking in. He promised himself he wouldn't let this happen again, but he was now in a fight or flight situation.
Flight wasn't an option. Soon all he could see was red.
"You should have just pulled the trigger." He said, slyly.
In one swift movement he pushed himself up with his hands, knocking the revolver out of the hunters hands. He flipped back onto his feet and turned his head to face his enemy. She was already grabbing for a stake and readying herself to attack.
Vincent sneered at her and fell into a comfortable stance to lunge at her. All he had as weapons was three syringes and a couple of stakes. He'd never intended on fighting a human like this.
No...wait. Vincent felt something sharp in his pocket, he pulled it out and discovered an ornate ceremonial dagger. What the hell? Had Darkvein given this to him? No time for questions!
Vincent held the dagger at the hilt, blade facing down. He leaped high into the air, surprising himself with his inhuman agility and lunged towards the hunter. She rolled out of the way, but misjudged the maneuvere and ended up tripping up onto the ground. Vincent took advantage of this, holding the dagger in both hands he jabbed it towards her chest. The hunter span round quickly and deflected the blow with the wooden stake. Vincent was surprised how strong she was, he didn't expect any human to be capable of defending themselves against his new found strength. She got back off the ground with a maneouvre that looked like something a breakdancer would perform and swung her stake at Vincent. The blow collided with his face and he stumbled backwards. The hunter swung again, this time tripping up again, but managing to stay on her feet.
God she's a clumsy one, Vincent thought to himself. Well trained and physically strong, but he wouldn't trust her with anything that could be labeled 'fragile'. With her next blow she knocked the dagger clean out of Vincents hands, where it lodged itself into the dirt.
The hunter grinned and pulled out a Glock with a silencer attached. Not as powerful as the Magnum, but she didn't feel like attracting the attention of the neighbours. She would only use the 500 Magnum in an emergency anyway.
Not missing a beat, she began firing at Vincent who recoiled when the bullets hit him. He was in serious pain, but he somehow knew none of these bullets could harm. Or at least not instantly, loss of blood is always a possibility...
He began running off to one side to reach cover, as the hunter kept firing round after round. Several bullets hit his leg, causing him to stumble and fall.
The hunter stopped firing and walked towards him, with the stake ready to punch through Vincents heart.
"Niah..." He tried to call out her name, but his voice was faint. He needed her. She was just in the basement, albeit underground with no way of hearing him from where he was, but...he needed her. His thoughts began to be consumed with her.
The hunter shot Vincent once more in the arm, then put the Glock back in it's holster. In one swift movement she stabbed the stake towards Vincents chest, but he somehow managed to roll away. Vincent pulled out a syringe of morphine and rammed it into the hunters leg hard. The blow caught her off balance and she tumbled to the ground. Vincent lay on the ground in pain, bullets stuck in his body in his body. He winced and noticed he was losing blood fast. His hands were covered in it.
Niah...
Vincent closed his eyes then opened them again to see the hunter rising back to her feet. He had no strength left. He wasn't sure how she was still standing after a syringe full of morphine, but at this point he didn't care. He saw the hunter walk towards him with a slight limp, holding the stake into a face down position once more.
He closed his eyes and thought of Niah.

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The only thing worse that beating a dead horse is betting on one.

...Niah! Niah, I need you!

Niah awoke with a start, sure she could hear Vincent calling her. He sounded... weak.

Rushing to her feet, Niah moved quickly to the ventilation shaft and scrambled up as quickly and quietly as she could. As she approached the opening into the backyard, she saw a woman, staggering a little and... wavering, like she was drunk.
Niah soon realised it was the same woman she had seen the other night, the clumsy one who'd killed that vampire... What was she doing here?

Niah... It hurts...

Niah's gaze moved from the woman to the bloodied mess at her feet... Vincent! Overcoming her initial urge to run to him, she realised she had to take care. She'd seen this woman kill one vampire already, and it looked like she was planning on making Vincent her next.

Here she comes... girl!

Moving silently, Niah crept out of the ventilation shaft, never taking her eyes off the woman, who was moving towards Vincent with a stake. Wondering what exactly she was planning to do as she sneaked up behind the woman, Niah nearly tripped over when the woman suddenly slumped to the ground, almost on top of Vincent. Thankfully, the stake in her hand rolled aside uselessly.

Niah rushed to Vincent's side, taking him into her arms. He was almost unconscious, his skin paler and colder than she'd ever seen it.

Blood... He needs blood!

He needed blood, but Niah didn't want to leave him in order to go back down to the basement to grab a bag. Perhaps he could feed off her?

He needs blood! Give him the hunter!

Hunter? What the he-
Niah turned to look at the woman lying on the grass nearby. She had stakes and guns, knew how to fight, could even hold her own against vampires. Perhaps she WAS a hunter... trained or something. Momentarily forgetting their current situation, Niah wished she'd known of such a program before she was attacked. What she would have given for the chance to fight the vampires...

Hurry up, or you'll lose him, you foolish girl!

Snapping back to reality, Niah gently lay Vincent back down, and went to the woman... The hunter. She was still alive, she seemed to be sleeping. A little snort confirmed this. Well, at least the morphine doses weren't lethal to humans...
Gently, she half dragged, half carried the hunter so she was in a position where Niah could get Vincent to feed from her in his current state.
"I can't believe I'm doing this... I'm so sorry. I promise, I wont let him take it all, I'll make sure you don't die".
Although the hunter couldn't hear her, and she didn't know if she could keep her own promise, Niah once more lifted Vincent's head. Using her nail to make a little nick in the hunter's neck, she put Vincent's lips to the flow of blood and let nature take it's course.

Vincent fed, slowly at first, then, as he grew stronger, more greedily. Niah could see the bulletholes beginning to clot, to scab over a little. She hoped they didn't close up completely before they got the chance to remove the bullets...
Suddenly, Vincent was holding himself up, still feeding greedily on the hunter. He'd had enough to get him out of the woods, it was time to stop him...
"Babe... babe, that's enough. If you need more, we'll get one of the bags."
Niah tried to gently pry him away, but it was as if he hadn't heard her... Or, if he had, was just ignoring her.
"Babe! Stop!" She tried to pull him away again, less gently this time. He pushed her back, sending her sprawling to the ground.
'What the hell? Vincent, what's happened to you?!' Shocked, Niah sat in stunned silence for a moment, when suddenly Vincent seemed to snap out of it. Looking down, realising what he'd done, he seemed shocked and disoriented.
"Wha... I didn't mean to... Niah? What's going on?"

Wrapping Vincent in her arms, trying to calm him, Niah looked down at the hunter. She was pale, her breathing shallow. Her body was in shock, and Niah knew she'd lost too much blood.
"I promised I wouldn't let her die..."
Sitting there, rocking with Vincent a while longer, Niah came to realise there was only one option. She had to keep her promise.
"Babe, get back downstairs, you need to rest. I'll be down in a bit to get those bullets out, if I can."

Once Vincent had left, she turned back to the hunter. Was she really going to do this? After what had happened to her, the pure hatred she felt for the unknown creature who had done this to her, how could she be even considering this?
Well, if she didn't do something soon, it would be too late.

Come on, Niah... Finish her off, now! Kill her!

Niah knelt beside the hunter, took her in her arms and bit her neck, beginning the process of turning her.

Once it was done, Niah carried the hunter down to the basement, a little woozy from the morphine she had just ingested through the hunter's blood.
They would have to do something with her... She was likely to freak out when she woke up...

I guess that will do... She could be useful.

"Vincent, are you ready to get those bullets out? I'm going to need your help..."

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*Needs a new sig*
Any volunteers?

Lilly felt weak, it had been days since her or Faith had fed, their food last night had bit back and all they had succeeded in doing was getting Faiths arm chopped off by a meat cleaver. Lilly made a note never to attempt to eat a chef again. She glanced around the empty apartment, Faith had gone, with her arm, to get it reattached. Lilly had been appauled by the wound but Faith had just laughed saying "regeneration is a powerful gift my dear, in a few days I shall be fit again. In the mean time I shall be resting in the council chambers where it is safe for me." and with that she had left.

Lilly didn't really know what to do with herself, it was late afternoon and the sun was still hanging in the sky, it would be another few hours before it would vanish completely. She flicked the TV on The Jeremy Kyle Show was on the first channel, she watched some white trash thrash it out with each other for a few minutes and then switched the channel to BBCClassics and was treated to Diagnosis Murder. The show had been a cult phenomenon in the UK amongst 18-25 year olds in the 1990's and 2000's until it had been pulled from the air in the late 2010's after the lead actor *** van *** lost it on shoot and bit his fellow actor Charlie Schlater in the neck before leaping through the window, on the 9th floor of the hospital they were shooting in, into the river outside. His body had never been recovered. Lilly hadn't been alive when the whole news had broken, but her parents had told her the story, something about it now seemed a lot more... familiar.

She sighed and changed the channel, Big Brothers Little Brothers Older Sisters Fat Mouth was on Channel 14, (formerly Channel 4, until Rupper Murdoch successfully trademarked the number 4 in 2018 and sued them for the use of his trade mark they had had to change their name and fork out nearly 4million in damages.) the sight of all those freaks in one place made her stomach growl, they were the type of people no one would normally miss, and if they did miss them it was usually because they were happy to be missing them. She couldn't wait for the sun to go down, she would be too weak by then to even take a child. Picking up the phone she called an Indian Takeaway and ordered 2 garlic naans and a chicken korma. Replacing the phone she went back to watching the TV.

Half an hour later the buzzer went, walking over to the door button she pressed it in "who is it?"

A heavily Indian/Cockney accent came through the reciever, she couldn't understand a word of it, but she knew who it had to be. She buzzed him in. Her stomach growlled again. Just at that point a thought occured to her, why make this any harder than it had to be, and with that she shrugged off her woolly jumper leaving her in just her Bra and hot pants. Glancing down she noticed that her breasts had already become much firmer and pert "this is going to be easy", she unlatched the door and went and lay on the couch in as seductive a pose as she could manage.

30 seconds later the delivery boy knocked on the door "It's open" came her quasi sexy voice, and the door swung open. The delivery boy got two steps inside the door and stopped mid stride, he said nothing but just stared at her with his mouth open.

"Oh excuse me, how rude, I should have put a top on I'll just go and fetch one from the bedroom"

The boy shook his head, and made a gurgling noise, he cleared his throat and blurted out "It's fine"

She smiled and walked over to him, once she was standing an inch away from him with her breasts pushing into his chest she spoke, in a voice that all women seem to be able to pull off without any practice, the one that makes any man feel sorry for them and do anything they can to help them. "I'm sorry, I can't seem to find my wallet, but I am so hungry and we have no food in the house." she put her arm out and started stroking his shoulder "Perhaps there is something I can do for you which would mean I could get the food anyway?" sliding her hand down from his shoulder and over his chest.

The boy nearly choked at this, he couldn't speak, he just simply nodded.

"Excellent, follow me." and Lilly walked into the bed room her hips swaying seductively. She gestured to the bed when the boy finally got up his courage and walked into the room, he couldn't have been more than 18 and he was clearly totally inexperienced, none of that mattered because he wasn't going to get what he was looking for. Lilly gestured that he should lie down on the bed. "I'm afraid I don't like people seeing me naked, so I'm going to have to blindfold you." the boy just simpy nodded and sat on the bed. Lilly reaching for a blindfold quickly put it around his eyes, and made sure he couldn't see her at all. She then reached under the bed and came out with 2 sets of handcuffs, the jangling made the boy nervous.

"What's that noise?"
"Oh it's nothing, it's just one of my ... kinks ... shall we say" and then in that same kicked puppy voice she had used earlier "You don't mind do you?" the boy shook his head. Lilly was just thinking, "This is too easy" as she stretched his arms up to the head board and handcuffed him to the bed. "Now the fun begins" she pulled his socks off and stuffed them into his mouth, muffling his screams.

She didn't kill him, she hadn't fed in ages and she wanted to savour this one, perhaps he would even still be here when Faith got back. If she could keep him alive long enough, he might even be enough for a few meals. She ripped open his shirt and using her finger nail she dragged a cut into his chest, a small trickle of blood came out of the cut, the boys muffled screams picked up. Lilly started to lick the blood off of his chest savouring the taste as she quenched her thirst.

She drank him slowly for nearly 3 hours, by the end of which he had stopped even trying to protest, but he was still alive. His breath was ragged and his face was pale. Perhaps she had drained too much from him. She shrugged, it wasn't a problem either way. She felt much better for having fed again and decided that she should go and visit Faith to see how her arm was healing, leaving the boy handcuffed to the bed she left the flat and headed for Camden.

She never made it to Camden, she had just left the flat and was walking down the road to the tube station when a woman jumped on her back forcing her to the floor, she could tell it was a woman from the shoes. Suddenly a sharp piercing pain dug into her shoulder and Lilly let out a scream. She bucked the woman off her back and rolled over, just in time to see a wooden stake bearing down on her chest, she rolled out of the way the stake striking the pavement and splintering. Luckily for Lilly her screams had attracted the attention of a minicab driver and his passenger who  was just being dropped off. Seeing what was happening they both leapt out of the car and barrelled into the woman at full tilt. The woman rolled as she landed, stood up and fled down an alley nearby.

A hand appeared in front of Lillies face, she looked up to see a man, in his early 20's, with a smart business suit on, she recognised him. Taking his hand she said simply "thanks".

"It's no problem, neighbours have to look our for each other. what was all that about?"

"I don't know, she just jumped me"

"You've got a nasty knock on your head, do you want to come up to my place and we can get it sorted out? Or do you have some medical supplies at yours?"

Lilly remembered, just in time, that she still had a delivery boy tied to the bed in her place. "Your place will be fine, we still haven't got all the basics down in our flat yet."

The man chuckled, "yeah, tell me about it, I moved in 3 years ago and still haven't got around to getting a washing machine." he winked at her "so what's it like living with you aunt? Must have been tough being kicked out like that. At least Faith was kind enough to take you in, even if it did mean getting disowned by your family aswell." he looked at Lilly who stared blankly at him, "sorry I tend to ask to many questions don't I?" Lilly nodded.

They reached the apartment block door and he let them in, beconing her to come into his flat, he had the ground floor one. Lilly followed him as he entered his flat, it was amazingly spacious, Lilly noticed immediately that it wasn't just a one floor flat either, but a two floor one, she stared at the spiral staircase that lead up to the next floor. The man noticed this, "I bought the flat above me when they moved out, figured I could use some more space and I happen to really like this location." Lilly nodded again, it was spectacular.

"Oh gosh, how rude, I haven't even properly introduced myself, my names John."

"i know" said Lilly simply.

John pointed to the couch "go sit down, I'll go get the medical stuff out."

Lilly obliged, she was sure she should hate this man, he was the typical yuppie and yet he wasn't, he was charming, sweet and most of all, he seemed to actually give a ***. Lilly smiled when he came back with some plasters and steri wipes "Thanks John. Really."

"It's no problem. Anything I can do to help." He said with a smile, "so if you don't mind me asking, what exactly did you do to get thrown out."

Lilly began explaining...

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Rill just stared at her, he couldn't think of anything else to do. Faith was standing there, in front of him, with one of her arms poking out of the rucksack she had flung onto the chamber table. Eventually he had to speak, so he did "How the *** did you manage this?"

Faith shrugged, "Never try to eat a six foot six chef when he's on his cigarette break"

At this Rill laughed, "You got bested by a human?"

"Well, technically his meat cleaver bested me, who the *** carries a meat cleaver when they go for a cigarette?"

"Indeed, well you're welcome to stay here whilst your wounds heal. Probably best you do with all these damn hunters about at the moment."

"Hunters?"

"yeah, hundreds of them, all over the city. We're moving to counter them, but they've got numbers on their side. Anyway, that isn't important right now, we need you back and fighting fit." he gestured to the door in the back of the chambers.

They both set off for the door, "Thanks Rill."

"Heck, it's no problem, after your help in Romania I owe you one."

"Technically it was 3 Rill" and she nudged him in the side with her elbow.

"Don't you start, how was I to know they were a fencing team?"

"I don't know, maybe the big swords they were carrying around with them."

"Well at least you got me out only missing a few limbs"

"One of them was your foot leg ..."

he smiled at her, that had been nearly 500 years ago. "Thank god for the powers of regeneration" he winked again.

They entered the back room of the chambers, an extravagent living room lay before them, he gestured to the sofa whilst he went and got something to hold her arm in place on her stump. He came back with duct tape. Faith shook her head trust a bloody man to think of duct tape she thought.

As Rill patched her arm up they started chatting, "How's that girl of yours coming along Faith? Has she drunk the blood yet?"

Faith shook her head "I don't know if it is a idea Rill, she's been dreaming."

Rill looked at her intently, "what kind of dreams."

"Mine"

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Faith

Agent Name:  Chun Ying
Strengths: Agility, stealth, hand to hand.
Profile: Chun Ying fled her home country of South Korea during the Korean war of 2026, she fled to England with another 500,000 South Koreans, on the way her bus had been pulled over at the border in Uzbekistan for a routine border patrol. However the second the bus had stopped a gang of vampires some 20 strong appeared from out of the trees and had slaughtered everybody. Chun only survived because she hid herself under the pile of bodies. Too afraid to move she had lain still under the dead and dying for nearly 18 hours until someone found her and rescued her. From that day on she vowed to fight vampires wherever she found them and she went to Japan to train. Her speed of learning was spectacular and whilst she was tracking a vampire in London that had fled from Southern Japan she had been recruited by V-Branch.
Number of Vampires to kill: Four. Or she'll get away.

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Sam:

Fable 2 delayed because of GTA IV's release!

The Bag:

well the reason there are no horses is because we replaced them with motorbikes...

    Journey found a perfect spot in a tree across the road. From it, she could see the entire house, except for a small portion of the back yard. Since it was dark, she was impossible to see by anyone other than a vampire, who would have had to been looking really hard. It had taken her some time to get to her spot and when she looked down on the ground, she saw that Vincent was struggling. The hunter was about to stake him, when he somehow rolled over and stabbed her in the leg with somethnig small. She fell and seemed to be having difficulty pulling herself up. Journey was about to jump down and help Vincent, when she thought better of it. After all, if the hunter managed to kill Vincent, it would leave Niah alone; then she would need Journey. Best to just let this play out. Either way, it would work.

    Just then, she caught movement from by the house. It was Niah.
    "Ah, here she comes." thought Journey "Quietly now Niah, don't let her hear you. girl!"

    The woman suddenly fell, causing Niah to trip over her. That was strange, it must have had something to do with whatever Vincent had stabbed her with. Journey turned her attention to Vincent, who looked awful. He had lost a lot of blood. Niah was kneeling over him, looking terrified.

"C'mon girl. This is your love, help him. Quit freaking out and get him some blood. He needs blood!"  This might work to her advantage too. After all, Niah would not let Vincent die. She just sat there over him, looking confused. She was looking back at the house, probably thinking about getting him a bag of blood.

"Silly child, he needs blood! He needs it now. There's no time to go into the house. Give him the hunter!" Journey's mind was racing. What was taking her so long. Journey was of half a mind to jump down there and do it herself.

"What is wrong with you? Hurry up or you'll lose him, you foolish girl! Snap out of it!" Just then, Niah started looking around and then her gaze went to the hunter. It was about time. She dragged her over and gave the hunter to Vincent, who got a little over excited. Niah tried to pry him off, but he was being controlled by the blood lust. This may just work out for Journey after all. If Vincent became more brutal, perhaps Niah would follow suit. It was something to think about. They seemed to be arguing and then Vincent walked off toward the house. Perfect, Niah was left out there with the almost dead hunter. It was all going according to plan!

"She's almost dead now girl, not much longer. Come on Niah, you can do it. FINISH HER OFF, NOW!  KILL HER, you simple girl!"

Niah leaned down and took the hunter up in her arms, gently biting her neck. However, it soon became clear that she was not killing the hunter, but turning her instead. This was not supposed to be happening!

"What the hell is she doing?" Journey asked herself, "Oh well, I guess that will do. After all, it may be beneficial to have inside information into the hunters, she could be useful.

    Thinking of hunters, Journey had a job of her own to take care of. She wondered how Jewel and Debussy were getting on, if Debussy had even bothered with her yet. Journey had a long night ahead of her. There was nothing left to be done here, so she may as well take care of her other plots......

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Debussy didn't particularly like what Aamon had told him. He didn't like the idea of death although he tried not to let it show. Because of this he was in a bad mood and he was tired; the summoning had really taken it out of him. He had to find a way to make it more easy. His mood was not improved when he saw a girl sitting at his piano. She hadn't seen him and was attempting to play a scale in C minor. It made him cringe, it was wrong all wrong.
    "Girl!" She jumped up, guiltily but her face turned to one of mild defiance.
    "I was just playing the piano, I don't really know how but I had some lessons when I was small. You must be Debussy. Journey told me all about you." She spoke quickly and without pause. She was waiting for a reply but Debussy had decided to make her uncomfortable, he stood looking at her and scowling.
    "I. . .erm. . .you have a nice house I really like the. . .the. . ." she broke off and looked at the floor. Debussy was overcome by the urge to hit her. Deep down, she was too human, too much into the whole idea of small talk and general sociable behavior. This would have to change. He still stood with his hands behind his back, his legs astride staring. The girl looked around, wouldn't look into his eyes. Another human characteristic he thought.
    "So. . ." she began.
    "You talk too much girl. Appreciate the silence. But tell me, what is your name?"
    "J.  .  .Jewel, I hope-"
    "I did not ask for what you hope!" Debussy snapped. Jewel was silent.
    "How did you come to be here?"
    "Journey brang me."
    "Journey brought you here. There is no such word as 'brang' girl. The past tense of to bring is brought. You English slaughter your language."
    "But it is our language, you French have no right to change it for us." The logic of the argument hurt but Debussy was glad that she had finally stood up to him. Showed she had a little character at the very least.
    "Indeed. Never touch my instruments again, unless I give you permission."
    "Oh. . .Ok, sorry"

The conversation was interrupted by Jaques. Slick hair, sharp suit (for the 1900s) and smelling of perfume.
    "And what have we here? Debussy, your house if full of little delights!" He bowed graciously and kissed Jewel's had.
    "I am most pleased to make your acquittance. Please  allow me to introduce myself: I am Jaques, musician. May I say how beautiful you are, you remind me of a fresh spring morning on the Somme." He smiled, flashing white, elongated teeth.
    "Uh, Jewel. Pleasure to meet you. . "
    "No no the pleasure is all mine." Again he kissed her hand.

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Cretin=

brainless, stupid and full of pointless information that makes no sense and appeals only to other cretins. They can be found in every single internet forum, where they race to post as many mind-numbing messages as possible.

    Journey walked in the door to see Jaques kissing Jewel's hand. She repressed the urge to rip his lips off of his face and, instead,  acknowledged the group.
    ", everyone's here. I would like to go to take out that hunter I saw in the next neighborhood and I think it would be a idea if we all went together, especially after what happened last time."

    "Fine, fine, let's just hurry this up." Debussy said. He seemed irritable, Journey would ask him about it later. Besides Journey was pretty certain it had something to do with Jewel. The girl was a little rough around the edges and Debussy had no time to coddle her. Oh well, she would learn or she would die. Journey had a feeling about her though.

    "What's a hunter?" Jewel asked. Journey explained to her what the hunters were and told her to get prepared. While she was getting changed, Journey filled Debussy in on what had happened with Niah.

    The four of them and the two hounds headed out to find the hunter that Journey had seen a few days ago. Debussy spotted her standing on the street across from a bar. She appeared to be waiting for something.

    "Jewel, I want you to go into the alley across the street and get her attention."

    A few moments later, the group heard a small shriek and a quiet cry for help. The hunter ran into the alleyway to aid Jewel. Debussy and Jaques sent the two hounds after the woman, as a first strike. Jewel saw the dogs coming and jumped onto a nearby fire escape, in order to stay out of the way of the hounds and the hunter. Journey, Jaques and Debussy came around the corner in time to see the hunter stake Mozart through the leg. The hound yelped and bared his teeth, preparing to attack again.

    "Mozart, Dumont, back!" Debussy yelled, while taking aim with his revolver. Jaques began rushing the hunter with his sword in attempt to disarm her. Debussy fired off a round at the same time Jaques was swinging his sword, causing the bullet to ricochet and hit Jaques in the foot. The hunter took that time to try to move out of the way, but had forgotten Jewel on the fire escape. Jewel leapt on top of the hunter, causing her to bang her head on the ground. The hunter struggled to shake it off and stand up, but she had knocked herself pretty hard. Jewel got out of the way, as Journey came down on the hunter's arm with her short sword, severing the woman's hand. The hunter screamed and tried to push herself up with her hand, but Journey was already coming down on that one. She severed the hunter's other arm, causing her to fall back down. She raised her sword to finish the woman when Debussy yelled.
   
    "Stop Journey! She can not harm us anymore, we should take her back to the crypt. She may have important information for us."

    "What a brilliant idea Debussy. It has been so long since we enjoyed a night of torture together." Journey cooed.

    Debussy took off his coat and put it on the hunter. The sleeves easily covered the hunter's stumps and she was easy to manipulate as she had gone into shock. Fortunately the crypt was nearby and it only took them twenty minutes to get nback to it. As late as the evening was, people just assumed that the hunter was drunk and being supported by her friends.

    When the group arrived at the crypt, the hunter had fallen unconscious.

    "I was a nurse Journey, let me look at her. If she dies now, it won't do no for no one." Jewel said.

    Debussy looked as if he wanted to strangle Jewel. Grammatical errors were one of his sore points, Journey learned that the hard way, although she rearely made mistakes anymore. Jewel went to the hunter and cleaned and bandaged what was left of her arms and tied her to a chair. With the bleeding effectively stopped, the hunter bagan gaining a little color and started coming around. She tried pathetically to struggle out of the way, but soon tired of it and passed out again.

    An hour later, the hunter woke up screaming in painand had no idea why. She opened her eyes and saw Journey with the blowtorch. The smell of her own cooking flesh wafted up to her nose, causing her to gag. Journey smiled wickedly and brought the blowtorch back down on the hunter's already mutilated arm. The hunter screamed again, as the flesh on her ruined arm behan to bubble.

    "What do you want from me?! Oh God please help me!" she said as she vomited on herself.

    "We want to know what you know, human." Journey laughed.

    Jaques appeared ill and left the room. Jewel stood enraptured in what Journey was doing. Debussy simply smiled at her and waited to see what would happen next. It was to be reminded why he had decided to share his gift with her. Journey put away the blowtorch, and went for one of her filet knives, but Jewel already had it in her hand.

    Journey stepped back and watched while Jewel slowly went towards the woman. The hunter's eyes widened as she began to pant heavily in fear.

"PPlease, tell me what you want."
"I want to know how many of you there are."
"I-I don't know"
"Fine, let's see if this helps you to remember."
    Jewel brought the sharp knife towards the hunter slowly. She moved closer to the hunter and struck out suddenly, lobbing off the woman's ear..

"Look, I don't know exactly how many of us there are! They brought a bunch of trainees in. I swear that's all I know!"

    Journey could tell she was bluffing. They probably taught them that when they were in academy. Tell the enemy enough, so that they think you are being truthful, but without actually giving them any information.

    "Don't bullshit me! Next, I'm going to chop off one of your breasts! You've got one more chance." Jewel brought the knife down towards the woman's chest and started to saw at her left breast, blood spraying all over Jewel and the ground in front of her. Jewel smiled maliciously and licked her lips.. The woman tried to scream, but her pain was so immense that she couldn't get a full breath, so all that came out was a pathetic wail.

    "Please, stop, I'll tell you everything I know!" the hunter cried. Jewel stopped for a moment and let the woman get her breath. "All I know is that they have trainees and beginning hunters in every district in the city. There are a few top ranking hunters out there, but they don't tell us where they are. All we were told is that vampires are flooding the city from all over the place and we're supposed to clean you out. That's all I know, I swear!"

    Journey figured she was probably telling the truth. She obviously wasn't enough to be very high in the ranks. In any organization, they make sure to tell rookies as little as possible, in case of this very situation. It still left a lot for them to think about.

    "We'll need to notify the council of this, in case they do not already know. Kill her then." Debussy commanded. Journey went for the hunter, but Debussy stopped her. "No, let the girl do it. We'll see what she's really made of."

    Jewel grabbed up the filet knife and buried it into the woman's eye. Blood and fluis slowly oozed out of the socket. As the woman began dying, Jewel twisted her head to the side and began feeding off the woman's blood. Careful not to waste another drop, she drained her until there was no life left.

    "Well Jewel, you made most of this mess, you get to clean it up! I'll dispose of the body." Journey teased.

    She grabbed the body and stuffed it into a large trashbag. She double, then triple bagged it and slung it over her shoulder. That was one of the great things about disposing of bodies after they had been fed on; no blood to trail from the bags. It looked as if she had an ordinary bag of garbage with her.  She took the alleyways across the neighborhood to one of the local diners. Here, she stuffed the body. The diner would be closing in an hour, so their trash would cover the bag with the body rather quickly. Even better for Journey and the group, it was trash day and the garbage men would be around to empty the large container into their truck before dawn. Regardless, the diner was far enough away that the group had nothing to worry about, even if it was found.

     She thought to herself how proud she was of Jewel. She had no idea the girl had that in her. She knew that she had been attracted to her for a reason, other than the obvious, of course. If Jewel kept this up, Debussy may even agree to have her made a soldier. Journey was a formiddable foe on her own, but with another soldier at her side, they could do a lot of damage. Journey turned around and headed for home. It was still early, but she may just stay in for the night, unless someone came up with something else to do....

OOC: That was the hunter from EC4 we just killed.

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Anthony wandered the streets of London and remembered when he first was turned and wondered if he could turn someone as well. Anthony longed for a companion but humans were no longer suitable. He went to a club and sat down at the bar. He ordered a girl a few seats down from him a drink.

When the girl received the drink she looked at Anthony and signaled for him to take a seat next to her. When Anthony sat next to the girl he talked with her for a while and asked her if she wanted to come over his house. The girl accepted and went home with Anthony.

Anthony and the girl whose name was Jessica soon did the deed after they got to Anthony's house. The girl experienced the best sex of her life and felt asleep afterwards. Anthony ran his fingers through the girls hair and thought for a second about what he was about to do. Anthony tipped the girls head and slowly pierced her neck with his fangs. Jess woke up from the pain but fell asleep again after a few seconds. Anthony removed himself and wiped her neck. He had just turned his first person.

Anthony called V-Sec and told them he witnessed a vampire kill a girl and told them the body was disposed of. He then told V-Sec to make it a homicide. Anthony went back to bed as the began to rise. Jess wouldn't wake up until sunset. Anthony felt bad about what he did and thought about what to tell Jess when she wakes up.

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