When Journey returned home, all was quiet. She heard what sounded like music coming from Debussy's room. Probably the tape recorder. It was nearing dawn, so Jacques and Jewel were both probably sleeping. She would do the same, but not until she called Debussy. She had no idea if he were home, or running around, but she knew that if he wanted to be disturbed, he would be out in the common room or he would have come out to greet her. She dialed his number.


    The voice mail answred, as usual. "Debussy, love, it's me. I have some more disturbing news for you. It appears that not only are the streets of London crawling with our kind, as well as hunters as the woman told us this evening, but they have seemed to have employed one of our own as a hunter. I know it sounds insane, but I am certain this is so. I had a bit of an...altercation with him this evening when I went out. There were a few witnesses, but I left before anyone of authority showed up. This concerns me greatly. If they have turned one of our own against us, there is no telling who else may be in on it. I think we need to go to the council soon. They're going to want to know about it. Maybe they will give us something to do to even the odds a bit. Well, or at least maybe they'll give me something to do, being that I am a soldier. You are more indespensible than I. You should just stick to what you're doing. Or perhaps you can learn a little more about out new enemies..." Journey was cut off by the tone ending her message, but she got out enough for him to get the gyst of the problem. Time for bed anyway.
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    When Journey awoke the next evening, she decided she would go back to the area of the fight, to see if there were any clued to the hunter's identity. She knocked on Jewel's door, explained what was going on and told her to get dressed. She was unsure if Debussy got her last message yet, but she wanted to take care of this before he made any plans for them.

    Jewel came out of the room and Journey gave  her one of her customized coats and a Roman short sword from her small collection. Journey preferred to use the Imperial Russian short sword she had received form Debussy, but she still kept a collection. There was no telling when she may need a few extra weapons, such as now. Jewel obviously was not accustomed to wielding weapons of any sort, but she would get the hang of it eventually. Besides it was better than leaving her with nothing.

    They jumped onto the subway and exited at the stop she had got off on the previous night. Or, at least, she hoped so. She hadn't really been paying too much attention to where she had been travelling to. It seemed to look familiat, so she just went with it. It seemed as if she had been here before, but everyting was still very unfamiliar. Then she remebered she had beeen traveling by rooftop. She and Jewel climbed up the fire escape and then everyting clicked. Journey ran across the rooftops, with Jewel following closely behind. They descended in the alleyway where the fight had began.

    "Keep an eye out for anything that doesn't appear to belong here." Journey instructed Jewel.

    Journey looking on the ground for anything out of place, just as Jewel called out to her.

    "I'm not sure if this is important, but there is some kind of writing here. I can't really seem to make it out." Jewel called out.

    "Ah, I see." Journey said, as she read the note."It's a phone number. You probably can't read it fully yet, because you have so recently turned. You should be able to eventually. I think the memory of it is encoded in our blood or something. Who knows?" Journey explained.

She dialed the number and the voicemail answered after a few rings.
"Adam.", was all it said. She couldn't be sure, but it sounded like the same voice as the person she had been fighting last night. So, his name was Adam was it?

"You know who this is. I got your little note. What is it you want? Have you thought about what I told you, or are you just trying to let me finish what we started last night?"she asked." You may call me at this number, if you wish. Don't bother trying to trace the number to me. The man who this account belongs to has been dead for quite awhile. Farewell."

    Well, that was all she could do for now.  All that was left was for her to wait....
                                 

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*Rok decided against taking her on in the streets. There was too high a risk that someone might see, and he wasn't about to have a sword fight in front of a crowd. He watched as the woman made her way into a hotel, and carefully followed her after a while. She was out of sight by the time Rok entered the building, but her scent was strong, and easy to follow. He ran up to a complete stranger, pulled out the notebook, and spoke in an out of breathe voice.*
"Excuse me, but did you see the woman with silverish hair who just walked in here? She dropped this."
*Looking at the notebook, the stranger nodded, mumbled some acknowledgment and pointed to the stairs. Rok quickly rushed passed any one who might stop him from going further into the hotel, holding the notebook up as though it was some kind of pass. This turned out to work more effectively than one would expect, but it wasn't the first time Rok had used it. To him, it was an old trick.*

*Sniffing the air, he found his way to the woman's door and prepared to knock on it, but just before he did, his ears picked up the shuffling that was going on inside. He quickly turned to walk away, only just turning a corner before she came out. Rok stuffed the notebook back in his pocket and made his way, briskly, out of the hotel. Only a few moments later, the stranger emerged and wandered off into the darkness. Rok had not expected her to leave so soon, and was dumbfounded by this young woman's lack of caution. It was quite apparent that she was either completely oblivious to the vampire threat, or just heavily overconfident. She rounded some abandoned looking building, and Rok followed momentarily after. He was being excessively cautious not to make a sound, and, as such, heard her begin to speak. He listened for another, but it soon became apparent that it was only her, happily chatting amongst herself.*

*Judging by her deeply involved conversation, Rok realised she was unaware of the vampire threat, yet strangely enough, she knew about werewolves. In Rok's entire life he had only come across a few, and had never really heard too many stories about them being real. How the hell did she know about them being real? At that, she began to talk about him. It was now that he realised he wouldn't have to mess with her mind much, it was already pretty warped. Still, there was revenge to be had, and this was the opportune moment. Then, the perfect line resonated from her mouth.*
"Maybe I shouldn't have taken the job at all. But they paid well, and I need the money. Bah."
*Rok decided this too good a moment to miss, and deftly stepped into the scene, resting his shoulder against a wall and folding his arms.*

"Should have thought about that earlier."

*Lacera turned to see the intruder as she stumbled backwards out of shock. To her horror, it was Rok - the man, she believed, she had just killed.*
"You?! But--"

"But what?"

"I killed you!"

"Well, apparently not, but I am rather upset that you tried."
*As he spoke, he lifted himself from the wall and stood firmly to face his opponent. He carefully lifted his coat and placed his hand on the hilt of his katana, removing it ever so elegantly. He stood, arm and katana fully extended at an angle by his side in typical anime fashion, and addressed her once more.*
"Tell you what though. I'm a nice guy; I'll give you a second chance."

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OOC: Hope you don't mind me taking off from where he surprised her with his appearance an' all? Gah, its so pitifully short!

As she was musing to herself, she found her thoughts shattered by another voice. It wasn't one she recognized, so she turned quickly--only to find herself horrified at who it was. Jaw working, it took her a second to regain herself. "You!? But--" He cut her off. "I killed you!" She had already informed those that had hired her that Rok was dead. They certainly wouldn't be happy to find out he was still running around, not to mention that she was pissed. How the hell had he survived a direct shot? No human, none, could get past that! Unless they were wearing a vest, which he certainly wasn't as far as she could discern...

Watching him carefully, a scowl formed as he reached for the katana. She, instead, gripped the Beretta holstered in her belt and quickly drew it, clicking the safety off and training it on him. "I tried to get rid of you once, didn't work. Second time is the charm, huh?" Well, actually, the third, but who's counting? The suppressor that was currently attached to the gun may cause a few problems with her shots not going where she wanted them to, but it would work out in the end. He was human, she was not. She was superior to the mortal men in her own mind. They were below her on the evolutionary scale. This was no different.

***. With that thought, she pulled the trigger three consecutive times, tracking him with her eyes. Though he had survived the long-range, he certainly wouldn't be able to get past close quarters.

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Even the lullaby of quiescent death cannot still the turmoil of my nightmares.

*Rok watched as the woman drew her gun. She obviously isn't aware that it won't be very effective, but he'd let her try. This would be the perfect opportunity to scare her. He lifted his sword to a defensive position and awaited the train of bullets. The first bullet was hardly on target, and he easily shifted his body to avoid it. The second, however, was very accurate and he had to deflect it with the katana, a skill she would surely be impressed with. She didn't slow down the firing rate though, as the next bullet came screaming at Rok. He decided that he was sick of this gun play, and would show her that a few bullets were not going to stop him. After all, they were just like pesky flies to Rok, and he was already annoyed by them. With that thought, he stuck out his left hand, facing the next bullet's trail. It struck his palm, and shattered the bones in his wrist, still managing to go further up his forearm. The flurry of bullets had stopped, and hopefully this trick would cease them for good. Rok turned his hand to look at it. As he did, the blood covered bullet began to inch it's way out of his hand, and the wound closed up neatly. He clenched his hand into a fist and then dropped the bullet to the ground, turning to face the woman once more.*
"Put that toy away, would you?"

*Lacera stood still for a moment, trying to absorb what had just happened. There is no way a mortal would be able to do that, so there was only one solution in her mind. Since she had heard stories about vampires in London, she presumed that Rok must be one. That would also explain why her employer was willing to pay such a high price for his removal. She gained her wits quickly and addressed him.*
"I see. You must be one of these vampires I've been hearing about."

"Hahaha! Vampire? No, sorry. If I were you would be in a lot more trouble than you are now."
*Rok took a small run up and leaped towards the woman, landing only a few metres away from her. She quickly returned the gun to her belt, and withdrew her katana.*
"Much better. Oh, and forgive my manners, I have not yet introduced myself. My name is Rok, as you no doubt know - since you did try to kill me and all. And what, may I ask, is your name?"

"Lacera."
*She seemed reluctant to reveal her name, but Rok had introduced himself, and she felt obliged to return the favour.*

"Well, Lacera, it is an honour to meet you, and it will be an honour to rid this world of you."
*Being polite was one thing, but pleasantries? Not for the person who had tried to kill him. Besides, she probably deserved a line like that. Rok readied himself for battle, placing both hands on the hilt of his katana, and lifting it to an attacking pose. He watched as Lacera readied herself for an attack. Her movements were precise and flawless, but Rok wasn't worried. No mortal would be able to match his speed and skill. Not to mention his decades of experience.*
"Ready?"

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She knew that the first shot was going to be way off the mark, but even understanding that it irritated her to no end. No bullet should ever be wasted, especially when a single one could create such bodily harm. The second she found was deflected by his katana, and the third went straight through his hand--...She paused and lifted her finger from the trigger, watching as it did indeed puncture his palm and shatter bone; but then... it came back out? That thought surprised and shocked her, briefly registering on her face. Such a disgusting emotion it was, showing weakness. None the less, she found herself speaking without realizing it; her mouth running before her brain could register. "I see. You must be one of these vampires I've been hearing about."

Apparently she was going to be in for more surprise than one, considering his reply told her the exact opposite of what she had assumed. So much for knowing everything, not to mention that it would have explained quite a bit. Why he was wanted dead, why so little was known about him, why he was so secretive. But with the belief that he was a vampire came the brief idea that he may be what she was. However, it was immediately discarded as soon as it had come, shown by what may have seemed like a twitch of the lip.

Holstering her gun, she reached for the handle of her katana and prepared for when he leapt down. She didn't plan on coming up to him, for that would leave her too open and vulnerable. Lacera may have considered herself more brave--or, rather, insane--than most, but she wasn't willing to put her life into his hands that easily. No, she would let him come to her, and just show him how quick her reflexes and senses were. Shame, though, that it wouldn't be a fair fight for him, even though he could seemingly heal wounds immediately and catch bullets.

Furrowing a brow, she found that the contacts she wore only worked against her and quickly removed them; listening closely as he said his name. It was only generous to give her own back, even as reluctant to do so as she was. Once out of this place, she could only imagine who might have heard and send hounds after her heels. There was only one person who looked like herself in the world. "Lacera."

With it she also placed a moderate amount of venom, chuckling under her breath at his idle threat. Him, best her? If only he knew what she was. Then it'd give him the chance to run away, if only to make things far more entertaining and delicious for her. "I do hope you know this isn't going to end with my death." Ready as ever.

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Even the lullaby of quiescent death cannot still the turmoil of my nightmares.

*Rok smirked at Lacera's comment. He would enjoy taking this one down. He took this moment to focus on his senses. For some reason, he could still sense her, and she felt different. The sense had been amplified with them being so close. It was similar to a vampire in a way, but much warmer. He would even say it was similar to the other werewolves he'd met, but this one didn't seem the same. There was definitely something about her, but he didn't see her as a werewolf. He had never seen a female one yet, so he presumed the sense was just that of someone who was exceptional, and/or just trying to kill him. By the looks of it though, she didn't sense him in the same way. If she had reacted in any way similar, then he would be sure she was like him, but she appeared to be none the wiser. Rok finished off his moment of thought and readied for a strike, he would start off just trying to get used to her fighting style, and perhaps learning how strong she is. Going full out from the start would be very unwise.*

*He lunged at her with a powerful strike, being sure that he would be able to protect his neck from a counter. To his surprise she blocked it easily, and even managed to have a counter attack ready. Rok had to exert all his dexterity into avoiding a hit, losing his balance in the process. Lacera was not one to leave any chances untaken, and followed quickly with another careful attack. Being more cautious this time, Rok blocked off the strike with a flick of his wrist. She would have to be less held back if she was going to connect. Rok pulled his katana wide and went for a low swing, but Lacera was quick to move her katana into a good position, block, and provide a counter to the chest. Rok side-stepped and knocked her sword upwards, holding it high with his blade as he closed the distance between them. A sharp kick to the stomach made her take a step back, but there was no sign of wear.*

*Rok decided on a katana skill test for his next attack. Keeping his blade pointed towards her, he jabbed at her hand. She politely sliced the attack out of the way and jabbed back. Rok turned his sword horizontal and deftly knocked her attack sideways, swinging upwards at her arm. The blade just passed her arm as she retracted it, cutting only a bit of cloth. He followed up with a swirling motion of his wrist, trying to get her to block, but she opted to step backwards rather and prepared for her strike. What ensued was a battle of only the very tips of their blades. Both would stop their opponent from getting the blade too close by using there incredible skills and speed. Rok picked up on the pointlessness of their current tiff and, as the original attacker, decided to go in for a rather strong lunge once more, bouncing Lacera slightly backwards.*

*He became bored with the petty sword play and decided to provoke a more serious fight. It was time to test how good she really is. And with a small charge, he did just that. With his katana above his head, Rok brought it down hard, forcing Lacera to block using both hands and all her might. With the upper hand in the battle, Rok pushed her backwards in an effort to make her lose her balance, before bringing another powerful swing across from the side. Twirling around, he attacked her from the other angle, just as hard as before. He threw in a full out stab at her chest to get her to counter, and she did just that. Watching the blade coming straight for his neck, Rok ducked, turned, and cut at her legs. Barely avoiding the blade, and now off balance, Lacera lost her balance. Rok launched himself upwards and came down with another heavy blow, pulling slightly to the side to get her katana out of the way before maliciously shouldering her in the chest. Lacera stumbled slightly, but wasn't the slightest bit hurt, only more pissed off than ever. Rok raised his hand and pulled his fingers towards him, indicating an invitation to attack him. This fight had only just begun.*

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The thought of the fight being simple and one-sided turned out to be a whole different story. Unlike what she thought, his skill and strength matched her own, or could possibly have been even greater. Why this was she couldn't figure as she parried a blow and quickly reacted with a counter; only to find that the attack was foreseen and easily fended off. There was something she was missing about it, and whatever it was, she had to figure it out. Soon. Else she might actually find herself dead before even she knew it. And that wasn't exactly on her agenda for today. Stepping back and stumbling briefly when his shoulder caught her in the chest, a low snarl of anger hissed between her teeth. It was one thing to be caught and injured by a blade or bullet, it was another to be hit by flesh. That only further showed weakness in her mind, but only toward herself for being unable to foresee such a simple thing.

"You mock me," she growled. She wasn't going to go lightly, not anymore, especially when she could finally see his full potential showing through. He dared to play simple--she would show him otherwise. Though she had to be sure to temper her attitude, for it would only lead her to ruin. Taking a deep breath and curling a hand into a fist, she closed her eyes briefly and concentrated completely on him. His sole signature, his scent, simply him. When she believed to have captured it, she peered at him from half-lidded eyes. Taking a step back, she let a second pass before suddenly acting as though she were about to lunge straight forward; going directly for his chest. However, she carried herself and spun on a heel, swinging the blade hard at his side with enough force to stop and kill any other human being. But with him, he simply deflected the attack--though she thought he gave a little way. He was quick to counter and went for her unexposed waist; catching the fabric from her vest. A little too close, she thought.

Moving with him, she knew he had meant to turn this into a more-or-less heated fight, but she refused to give him that control. Instead, she tried to force it into a dance of steel, using the last rays of sun as an advantage. When he was in a position she found favorable for her own cause, she allowed the light to glint off her blade and into his face; hopefully blinding him. It was a cheap tactic and possibly even unfair everything considered, but she wasn't inclined to drop dead yet. First she had to avenge her village by killing the Werewolf who had slaughtered them, and he certainly wasn't the one--...

The world suddenly seemed to grind to a halt, so much so that she even stopped in her attacks. Foolish, for he took his chance and thrust his sword, slicing through the flesh of her hip and grating across bone. As pain emitted from the wound, she backpedaled as quickly as she could while trying to deflect any further blows; noticing the sudden fervor with which he was now going. A single, generous wound dealt and he probably thought himself with the upper hand. Which, virtually, he did with her sudden realization. Cursing herself for not having seen it sooner, she noted as the wound quickly patched itself. She was far from staying out of the battle, but the dawning of what he was made her a little less inclined to continue. "Damn it all to hell," she whispered, deflecting another blow before suddenly leaping into the air and spinning rapidly; the sword extended. It was a move she had learned from... someone, she couldn't recall who. But it always proved useful in cases like this--though it did leave her open. Perhaps a little too much.

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Even the lullaby of quiescent death cannot still the turmoil of my nightmares.

Anthony woke up in the middle of the day. The light that sneaked between the shades burned his skin. He closed the shades completely and turned on the light. Since they didn't contain UV Rays he wasn't burned. He opened his phone and listened to the voicemail.

"You know who this is. I got your little note. What is it you want? Have you thought about what I told you, or are you just trying to let me finish what we started last night?"she asked." You may call me at this number, if you wish. Don't bother trying to trace the number to me. The man who this account belongs to has been dead for quite awhile. Farewell."

He decided he would text her. The text he sent her read

"You have no idea who I am so don't make any judgements. My name is Anthony and if you want your questions answered go to the Big Ben Clock Tower in London at 12AM tomorrow. I'll be sitting on a bench near the building. Oh, and don't bring anyone with you."

Anthony sent the text and decided to investigate the unknown creature he was supposed to kill. He took his sun umbrella and went to regions where attacks from vampires have been reported. He interviewed a few people about there so called encounters with vampires. None of them said they ever had an encounter with a creature that looked different except for a store owner who said his poultry store got broken into about a month ago. He said that he was in the store at night closing it up when he went to the back to put away the leftover meat and he heard the front window break. He peared into the front room and said he saw a dog looking thing eating all the chicken. He then said he saw it run out the store like a dog, stand up and run away.

Anthony acted as if he thought the old store owner was crazy and went to a different part of the town. A girl here said that she saw a fury thing hopping from rooftop to rooftop while the sun was still out but she figured it was a hunter. Anthony went back to him home. Could it be that they still existed he thought? He went on the computer and accessed it own profile on the V-Sec website and accessed the private search engine. He sat for a moment and then typed in "Werewolves."

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Vincent awoke after what seemed like forever. The dreams still lingered in his thoughts, yet edged away slightly with each passing second whilst he shook off that groggy feeling.
He winced in pain and found Niah by his side, tending to his wounds. He squinted suspiciously at his body and where the bullets had penetrated his skin.
Vampirism had saved his life. Although he wouldn't have been in this situation if it wasn't for vampirism.
Vincent propped himself up and glanced around the room. Something felt different and out of place. Well, not something...but, someone?
"Vinnie, help me get these bullets out of your body, they can't stay in there." Niah said, concerned.
"They don't really hurt. Just give me some of our blood, I have a feeling our little curse knows how to deal with a few measly bullets."
Niah sighed and gave Vincent a syringe full of blood. She didn't want him drinking anymore, the taste was too tempting.
Vincent breathed deep as the healing powers of the blood surged through his body. Amazingly, Vincent was right, the bullets were expelled from his body, slowly but surely. He then set his eyes in the corner of the room and pursed his lips.
"Now, who the hell is that?"
Niah looked down and sighed once more.
"It's the hunter"
"Marvellous." Vincent said and dropped down back onto the bed, his head sinking into the cushions.
"Bloody marvellous" Vincent mumbled, now covering his entire head.
"I couldn't just kill her! Vincent..." Niah complained, laying down next to Vincent.
"I know. I'm pretty sure I would have done the same..." Vincent said, his voice trailing off. Was he sure of that? No, he wasn't.

Niah explained and Vincent listed. She was such a compassionate soul, and as cliché as it sounds, would never harm a fly. A tear formed in his eye, and he begun hating his vampirism with immense vehemence once more.
Damn it, he thought, how conflicted can you get?
The internal struggle he had battled with since the beginning raged fiercely inside his mind.
Control, Vincent, keep control.

I suppose vampires would call this a fang gang, Vincent mused. Albeit, a pretty small fang gang, but he figured that three heads were certainly better than one.

OOC: Forgive the rushed, badly written nature of this post. Leora is cold, and I must go warm her up.

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

       Journey was sitting on the subway with Jewel. There was no one else in the train and the only sound was coming from the subway car as it traveled over the tracks. It made Journey think about how much she used to love travelling on the train when she was a little girl. She and her little brother Jack used to have so much fun travelling with their father.  He was someone really important at his job, but the kids didn’t really know much about it. After all, how many parents share every aspect of their lives with their kids? She hadn’t thought about Jack or their father for a long time now. It hurt too much to think of how life was when it was , especially after it had gone so bad for her, in the time before she changed her name and became Journey, back when she had a family.                                                                                                                       

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   “Goddamit Miranda, don’t you see what you’re doing to our family?” her dad yelled at her mother. They had been fighting more and more lately. Journey was used to it. She understood what was going on a little better than Jack did. He was almost 12 and Journey was turning 14 in a couple of days.  Their mother had been leaving at night and not coming back until early in the morning disheveled and irritable. She would clean the entire house from top to bottom, sometimes scrubbing the same spot for an hour, rubbing at dirt that only she could see.  Then she would pass out for a few hours and no one could wake her. She had lost tons of weight and Journey never saw her eat anything more than an apple or something else easy to grab on her way out.

         

      Journey was pretty sure that their mom was on some type of drug, but she just told Jack that she had a new job that kept her away. Lately their father couldn’t even look at Journey anymore. She looked a lot like her mother when she was young and Journey figured that must be why. He didn’t take her with him anymore when he went out on errands.  Lately, it was just him and Jack. For the past few weeks he would take Jack to their grandmother’s house and would leave Journey alone waiting for their mom to come home. One night she wasn’t alone when she came back. This was the first time Journey met Clayton. He looked at her like she was a piece of meat. He tried to reach out and hug her but Journey took off to her room.

  

   “Miranda, tell that little *** to get back here and show me some respect.”

 

        “Don’t worry about her Clayton; just come back here with me. I thought you had a little something for me. You know I need it, I’ll give you whatever you want, just give me a little taste.” Her mother begged.

    

     “Oh, I got something for you to taste. Then you’ll get your fix. Now come on in here and show me how wide that mouth of yours can go.”

   

     Journey closed herself into her closet and covered her head with a pillow and fell asleep. She didn’t awake until later when she heard screaming.

    

     “You stupid Butch, who the **** is this?” she heard her father yelling.

   

     “Whoa, hold your tongue bro, there’s no reason we can’t share her.” Clayton said.

    

     “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I, I just needed it.” Her mother sobbed.

    

    “That’s it Miranda, I’m gone. I’m keeping Jack and you’ll never see us again!”

   

      “But what about our daughter? You can’t leave her here, I don’t want her.”

   

       “I guess you should have thought of that before you started ****ing around, huh? This has been a long time coming. You’ll never see me or our son again.” He father screamed.

   

       “Oh, don’t worry about your little girl, Miranda, I’ll take really care of her.” Clayton purred.

     

        “You sonofa…” her father began” oh, **** it!” her father said, as he slammed out of the door.

      

        Journey ran out of the bedroom and through the front door.

      

       “Daddy, please, please, don’t leave me here!” she screamed ” Please, you have to take me with you! I’ll be , I swear. You can’t leave me here with him. I don’t know what they’ll do to me! Please Daddy, you can’t go!”

      

        Her father started the car and didn’t even look in her direction. He drove off and she never saw him or her beloved brother Jack again.

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      “Journey, Journey, we’re here.” Jewel said, shaking Journey’s arm.”This is our stop, c’mon.”

    

     Journey pulled herself out of her reverie and noticed there was a message on her phone. She dialed her voicemail and listened, as she and Jewel got off the train.

    

       "You have no idea who I am so don't make any judgements. My name is Anthony and if you want your questions answered go to the Big Ben Clock Tower in London at 12AM tomorrow. I'll be sitting on a bench near the building. Oh, and don't bring anyone with you.">>

    

     Well, she’d worry about that later. First, she was going to go for a walk and clear her head.>>

    

      “Go back to the house, Jewel, or don’t I don’t care. I need some time to myself” Journey said and walked off…..

                                                     

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   Jack sat on a bench as he watched his target stumble across the moonlit field. He wore a trench coat that concealed his sword and wooden stake, under the jacked he wore a black T-shirt and cargo pants that had assorted knifes and a silenced pistol. He had jet black hair that was shaved down to half of an inch, a scar going through his right eye, making it a very pale blue, and the other eye a dark brown. Jack finished his prayer and silently moved towards the unsuspecting drunk vampire with his wooden stake drawn out. After Jack reached within fifteen feet of the vampire, it suddenly realized that someone was following and turned around swiftly. Jack lunged at the vampire with the wooden stake, aiming for his heart. It penetrated the skin, but not the ribs, so Jack whipped out his pistol and whacked the stake with the butt of the gun several times untill it killed the vampre.

   "Damned creature just didn't know what happened." He muttered this to himself then recited a prayer. He put a penny on each eye of the vampire and walked away. At ten feet he noticed a woman walking. "Well, I think I could use me a little entertainment after this victory." He grinned and pulled out his sword.

   As he crept towards the woman he realized that it was another vampire and he stopped immediately in his tracks.

 

OOC: For being as tired as I am, I think this is a decent starting post. Go easy on it lol.

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Go, fight, kill!

Forgive me for taking so long to reply. I've been very busy, and had to catch up in the Alignment RPs.
Anyways, you might notice that the style of this post is different. I'm trying out a different method, let me know if it's better or worse.

Lacera was unusually quick for a human female, and her strength was comparable to Rok's own. Even as he began to show his true skill, she was able to compete. Both signs of someone who is well trained, or supernaturally gifted. Not enough to make him ponder for a second over it however. What did strike his interest was her latest ability - the ability to heal herself. It was obvious she had felt pain from the blow, and he had felt the cutting through flesh and grinding on bone, not traits he shared with her. What followed afterwards did surprise him.
One would find themselves hindered if stuck as deeply as that, but not this one. The wound didn't even last very long. He watched as the flesh neatly clung together once more and mended all the broken tissue. As usual as that was, he couldn't hope but notice that she could repair herself exactly as he could.
Being the astute person he was, he quickly deduced that he was not in fact fighting a human, but rather another of his kind. His mind raced over the obvious signs that had reared their heads earlier, most importantly her scent and that niggling feeling he had that overcrowded his inherent werewolf sense.

With all these thoughts, he could not react in time to take advantage of her current weakness. Knowing that she was a werewolf, it would not have done much in any case. There was only thing he wished to know now - why this werewolf had come to London to kill another of of her kind.
He took a moment to observe her. To really look at her features. He was hoping to see some sign that should have been obvious. Her determined look and aggressive features were prominent at this time, but she had another look in her eyes; the kind you get when you realise the opponent you're fighting happens to be a supernatural being.
Coincidental that they should both make the same realisation at the same time, but not as coincidental as two werewolves landing up in London within a few days and ending up fighting one another. All this coincidence seemed to be a little too coincidental. It could only have been fate, and there was only one thing that he could easily connect with fate.

"A werewolf always finds its way back to the one who turned them," he whispered to himself. He looked up to see her face again. She was no stranger, and her signature was not the same as a normal werewolf. How vague was this calling? Could a werewolf possibly have fate push them in the direction of the one who turned them? She had mentioned that she did not know why she took the job. Perhaps it was simply fate that brought them together. He was more than willing to believe his own logic; it was yet to fail him. He could not put his finger on who she was, or when he had turned her, but it made undeniable sense to him. He would need to stall her though, as well as get a closer look at her. He might not want to kill her if she is who he thinks she is.
He stood for s second, then allowed the words to spill out of his mouth, "Why did you take the job?"

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Name: Rugru

Gender: Male

Class: Rogue

It was 28th july 16:55 while on my laptop looking at the recent storys I heard some one enter my room and I turned round and saw Lewis the next door neighbor I tried to talk to him but all he said was "I am hungry so very hungry" lept towards my neck thats all I rembered.I woke up in my bed the next with blood every it was 12:00 30th July I looked in around my house where nobody is there I went to see in my mirror and I saw bite marks in my neck.I started getting visions and rembering who I was Rugru the office worker I saw my wife and kids die in the car crash I couldn't do any thing I was alone in the world

Crypt Location: SE 25 

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ty Uzi

I was walking and an old lady starts shouting at me so I go up to her and pick here up by the throught and chuck's her through the window of her house and i hear some on arguing and fighting i go over to them and punch both of them round the face with blood trickling down my arm i lick it off and i realised i enjoyed the taste of blood

i bent over the young woman and bit at her neck and sucked her blood till she was shrivlled up

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ty Uzi

Name: Daniel

Gender: Male

Class: Rogue

The bombs were falling, and he had lost his parents during the rush towards the public bomb shelter.  Daniel was alone, and terrified, great explosions levelling buildings around him, then he saw a figure.  A young looking woman, not more than 30, approaches him calmly.

"Quickly, follow me, I'll take you to a safe place!"

He was too stunned to react, she grabbed him up, as if he hardly weighed anything, and began to run.  She entered the underground station, and ran down the stairs towards safety.

"You look so much like my Billy, my poor Billy, I lost him, when I lost everything.  But I could have you stay with me, and be mine."

"What about my parents?  I want to find my parents!" said Daniel.  "They'll be looking for me!"

"Where are your parents?  They left you! You don't need them, come with me, come close, I'm feeling... hungry."  She whispered, as she leaned in close.  She bit his neck, he stiffened with fear and pain.

Daniel woke.  He slowly stretched out, his long limbs, flexing each clawed digit, and finally stretching out his large, batlike wings.  Remembering the dream.  For about 80 years now he'd been in these tunnels, growing slowly.  He'd lived with her for almost all that time, learning the tunnels, the secrets, the way to survive.

He'd fed on rats and pigeons, she had taken the occasional homeless person for herself.  How he hated her, remembering how he had gained his revenge by getting her killed.  He'd shoved her out of the secret trapdoor just as the hunters had been passing, as they swept the underground clean.  He'd barely survived himself, thankfully, since once the hunters had swept the network, they didn't bother to do so again, there was no need, the entrances were sealed and guarded at night, no vampire could get in, but it meant Daniel could relax in his world.

As he'd grown, he went through puberty, but for him it was very different.  His aging was greatly slowed, and his development drastic.  He grew to a great height, at least a foot taller than almost any human he had seen, he had broad shoulders, long arms, with claw like hands.  His feet had also become more flexible and clawed, he could grab with them fairly easily.  The boney ridges in his body began to grow, giving him ridges along the cheekbones most obviously.  His teeth all became more pointed.  But most of all, and that which truly distuinguished him, was his wings.  These great appendages had an overall span of more than 8 metres when stretched out.

Unfortunatly, not everything was right, perhaps he wasn't infected at a young enough age, or had too poor a diet, or it wasn't an evolved enough form of vampirism, but he did not develop great strength.  He had a gaunt look, and whilst being stronger than a human, he could not compare to a vampire in their prime.  This meant that these great wings were almost useless, although he'd had little opportunity to test them in the tunnels, he knew he didn't have much strength in them.  At most he may be able to handle a glide, but at great damage to his body.  Whilst he had the speed, his great size only gave him an advantage in reach, the rest was useless to him.

Recently though, things had changed, the discarded newspapers he'd found in the stations and tunnels, were reporting some strange deaths.  And more than that, he was sure he had smelled other vampires using the trains.

Moving swiftly down the dark tunnel, Daniel saw a rat and jumped, his feet pierced the rat straight through, he pulled it off his foot and took it to his mouth, draining the creature in seconds, he continued down the tunnel towards his den.  He was collecting his large piece of thick material.  He needed something to cover himself, normally he didn't bother with covering his upper body, the wings were too awkward to cover, but now he needed to contact one of these vampires, he wanted to get out of these tunnels, to find out everything he could about himself, why he had become like this, why he didn't have the strength he so obviously should have.  He had questions, and now he saw a chance for answers, and this was too great a pull to worry about the risks.

Crypt location: SW3 Abandoned Underground Station, Brompton Road (although he moves through the network, this is his home base)

    Journey continued walking along, wondering why it was that she was thinking of him now. It had been years since she had thought of her brother, or her father. Since she became Journey, she did everything not to reminisce on the days before she had changed her name. She really had been a totally different person back then. She wondered what had happened to her beloved little brother. He was the only thing that kept her sane as her world started unraveling. She always knew she had to be strong for him. How she loved him.

     She had decided long ago, that if she ever saw her father again, she would kill him. Perhaps that was the real reason she chose rich older men as her victims. Maybe she was just killing her father over and over again. If he was lucky, he would be dead already. She had many years of practice honing her skills. She would find the longest, most painful way to torture and kill that man and she would relish every second of it. She may even tell Debussy about it, so that he could join too. As much as she cared for Debussy, she had never fully opened up to him. He didn't appreciate petty human emotions, he would not understand. "I am getting weak,"Journey thought to herself," how is it that I cannot let this go.I'm forming too many connections with others, it may be my downfall."

    She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice the hunter as he hammered a stake into another vamp's heart. He did the strangest thing then, he put two coins on the vamps eyes, before the vamp dissolved away into nothing. Something in Journey's memory glimmered to life, but disappeared before she could grab it. Some old myth or fairytale she had heard as a child, probably nothing important.

    She didn't feel like bothering with a hunter tonight, so she continued walking as nonchalantly as possible. Perhaps he would think her simply a woman walking down the street.

   "Damned creature just didn't know what happened. Well, I think I could use me a little entertainment after this victory." she heard him mutter.

    He had seen her, but perhaps he still thought her a random woman. She would let him get close enough and then she would kill him. She heard him stop and could feel his posture change. He had tensed up, her cover was blown. Journey turned around, preparing herself to fight. She began to reach for her short sword when she stopped dead. "Jack?" she thought.

 "No, it couldn't be." she said aloud before she could stop herself. She had her baby brother on her mind, was all. She tried to shake the image out of her head and prepare for the oncoming fight....

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Name - Rinoa
Class - Vampire Soldier.

OOC - The following is just her story. What happened before she was turned, etc etc. So all of that actually happened quite a while ago.. And yes, I'm aware it's too long!
Oh, and just to clarify things - Yes, my character is insane.

The softness of blood... The dampness of freshly ripped organs, thrown around her... The look of horror on Mum's face as her head rolled towards her... And then the shrieking pain, when the beast turned on her, and tore her arms, then her legs, away from her... And then blackness, as he started attacking the remaining of her defenseless body.

Everytime she closed her eyes, she would relive that key moment of her life... The night when The Fur attacked.
She didn't know exactly what The Fur was. All that she could see was a blur of the beast, moving too swiftly for her young eyes to make out anything out of it. All she knows is that it had two big, red, crazed eyes. Eyes which went into hers and burned her mind.
When she woke up, the world had changed. Pain was around her, in her, surrounding her. Men in white coats were operating on her now limb-less body, stitching the deep scars on her body as she tried to scream aimlessly.
A few hours later, those same men in white coats were asking her questions she did not understand. All that she could think of was the ballet of blood and organs she had witnessed a few hours earlier. And she would yell at the men, yell at them to take these organs and make them dance away, away! But they kept torturing her! They must be trying to kill her, all of them! And make her organs dance, along with those limbs she used to have!
And then, they took her away. They took her to her new home. They lied her down on a bed, where she would stare at the ceiling, and eat whatever poison they would give her.

That was ten years ago. Now, she was a grown-up. Or she would be, if those damn limbs hadn't abandoned her. Traitors! She often complained about that to her only friend, The Ceiling. The Ceiling would sometimes answer to her, although the occasional White Coats who came would just laugh at her when she told them that. But The Ceiling was the only one who could truly understand her. He didn't have limbs either. He never moved, too. Just like her. He was a true friend.

Today, though, the White Coats took her away from him. They had moved her to another place. A dark, hostile, unknown room, with a cage in the center, in which they dropped her carelessly. The floor felt strange. Something she had not felt in years... It was not soft, like her usual bed, and was cold. A sensation she had almost forgotten. The White Coats then locked the cage, turned the dim lights off and left her. Now the room was all darkness, except for a small workplace put against one of the walls, which was lit by a few candles. In front of it was sitting a man. He was not one of the White Coats. He was something else altogether...

After a while, he turned towards her, and looked at her quizzically. She observed the man. He was tall, but frail. Bald, with a cold, emotionless look on his face. She had seen him once before. He had come to her home, had look at her for what seemed like hours, and then left without a word. It seemed to her that the White Coats obeyed him.

He then turned over and asked somebody she couldn't see to open the cage. The person then stepped forth and did its master's biddings, as Rinoa was staring at it. She couldn't even determine what this person was, if it was man or woman. Its skin was a dull gray, its body extremely skinny. Its eyes were staring into space aimlessly, as if they didn't even see.

The servant then took her, and held her in front of the bald man. "Perfect", he said. "This subject is perfect. She has been under Solution 463 for three weeks now. If my theories are correct, she should be the key to my serum. Finally..."
He then proceeded into piercing her neck with his bare teeth, as if she was just some ripe fruit he wanted to eat, and then drained her blood as she passed out.

She spent the next few hours in a comatose state. He had not killed her. But he brought intense pain into her body. She could feel her arms and legs again, even though she knew they had deserted her long ago. But no... this time, she could really feel them again. They had returned to her. Probably out of guilt, for having left her for so long. She opened her eyes, and looked at them. They had indeed returned... although she barely remembered how to use them. She spent a few minutes moving her arms, stretching her legs, and then proceeded into slapping her arms and kicking her legs. They needed to pay for having abandoned her! Cowards! The Fur didn't scare *her* away, so why did they leave? Although now they're back... So they do like her after all. She remembered from her childhood that hugging was a sign of affection. With that in mind, she went from hurting herself to hugging herself.

And then she remembered her surroundings. The bald man seemed to be working at his desk, as the servant was observing her with apparent curiosity. Holding herself to the cage, Rinoa stood up, for the first time in ten years.

Seeing that, the servant warned its master, who came to the cage in a rush, and impatiently asked his servant to open the cage.
What happened after was quick and violent. The Bald Man had caused her pain, just as The Fur did. They had to be related. He had to die. She rushed to him as fast as her new legs could allow and before either him or his servant could react, took his frail neck between her hands. She heard the loud crack as the spine got crushed from the pressure. And then, she let him fall on the floor, dead.

At the sight of its master lying dead on the floor, the grey person shrieked and walked away, terrorized. He opened a secret passage through one of the walls and fled from there. Rinoa, not knowing what to do or where to go, decided to follow it down a series of abandoned tunnels which eventually led to an exit to the cemetary. There, she looked up at the sky, being free for the first time in ten years, and gazed at the stars for long minutes before realizing that the servant had disappeared among the tombstones and crypts. She wandered around the town for a while, seeing things she hadn't seen since early childhood, mysterious houses, strange roads, unreadable signs, and eventually came to realize she needed a new place to live in.

Therefore, she proceeded into trying to enter the houses in the street she was walking in, but to no avail. All were locked. Starting to panic as the night was ending, she kept looking around, until she finally found what she was looking for - An old, decrepit house with a door which wasn't locked. Inside, the floor was littered with various objects, some broken, most of which she had never seen before. Her instinct was telling her she needed a safe place to sleep in, and she inspected the house for a proper room to live in.

She drained her first human the following evening, as a group of teenagers came into the house for reasons that were unknown to her.
They remained downstairs for hours and started leaving when the moon was high in the sky. As she observed them leaving through the window, she could feel hunger grow inside her. A deep, wild kind of hunger she had never felt before. Her hands craved for throat to crush, her teeth for flesh to sink into, and her tongue... For blood. She could clearly feel it now. That sweet, crismon liquid... why did she never think of drinking it before! It was so clear to her... She had to get some. Now.

With that in mind, she crept outside the house and followed the band of teenagers as it got smaller everytime one of them left to his or her home. Eventually, there were only two of them left. She could almost sense their heart pumping the nectar she craved for. She just couldn't wait anymore... And jumped on them.

She crushed the first teenager's throat before he could even react, and then swiftly jumped on to the second one, and finally sunk her teeth into his soft, fragile neck, draining the precious liquid into her mouth. She had never drank anything so sweet, so delicate, so... Perfect. After draining both bodies dry, she brought them with her back to her home, as two particularly morbid trophies. This was a night she would remember for years to come.

Crypt location - E9

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Vincent felt like his equilibrium had returned, so he decided to go have a little talk with their new visitor.
She was stood, looking intently at the CCTV monitors. All Vincent could see was her blonde hair, hung messily behind her back. He paused and stepped forwards towards her.
"This is a slightly...uncomfortable moment" Vincent began, itching the back of his head.
"Indeed." She said simply, refusing to turn around.
"Well...what's your name?" Vincent said, attempting to begin some sort of conversation with their guest.
"Saunders," She sighed, "Stacey Saunders."
"Well, I'm Vincent" Vincent said, a little more cheerily. He half raised his hand to shake hands.
Stacey remained silent, her body straight and stiff, as if she'd been frozen in time. How could he act so jovial? She thought to herself.
"You know, you're one of us now..." Vincent stepped back in astonishment as Stacey twisted around and glared at him, her eyes narrowing at this vampire in front of her. She lost her footing slightly as she turned and clumsily sprawled forwards, where she was caught by Vincent. He grinned cheekily at her, and helped her back onto her feet. Vincent glanced back to Niah, who was busying herself with her lab equipment, thankfully she hadn't noticed. She had already had conversations with Stacey and had calmed her initial anger at being turned into a vampire. Vincent could tell, deep down, she was grateful for saving her life. However, he should have known that it would take her a very long time to come to terms with becoming the very thing she hunted. Much like Niah, in a way.
"I don't want to consider myself 'one of you' Vincent" She said, wearily and rather angrily, "Actually, I don't know what I want. Just leave me alone to think."
Vincent frowned deeply as she turned back to stare almost unblinking at the monitors.

Then, it happened.

It was as if someone was pushing down on his shoulders, forcing him downwards. Unwillingly, his legs buckled under the pressure and he dropped onto his knees on the hard stone floor. He winced in pain and faced directly upwards, squinting as the lights hit his eyes.
"No resistance!" A piercing voice screamed directly into his ears. He felt the blood flow through his vampiric veins and breathed deep as he felt power shoot through his body. His muscles seemed stronger, his mind seemed sharper. He tried call out, but whenever he opened his mouth he could not exhale, all he could manage was a throaty mumble. He was vaguely aware of someone holding his hand.

Then, he gave in.

The pressure was too much. Heat burned behind his eyes, forcing tears to roll down his cheeks. He moaned in pain, rose to his feet, and exited the crypt.
The world around him was a blur, yet this mysterious force pulled at his very being, dragging him to god knows where.
After ten minutes of the most intense torturous pain he had ever experienced, it all subsided and the world fell back into sharp focus. No...sharper than before.

The first thing he saw, he thought was the moon, shining with some sort of unholy magic. But it was nothing of the sort.

The crystal ball had called.

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

   Jack grinned and catiously approached the vampire. As he came closer and closer to her, he got this faint feeling that she was someone from his past. After he came within twenty feet of her, he realized something. This vampire was from his past, not only that, she resembled his mother.

   "This is impossible. Si- Simone? It can't be. Father told me you died. This has got to be a dream, I couldn't see you becoming one of those forasakened creatures! Yeah, it's just a dream. I'm still asleep, that's the only acceptable explanation for this." Jack continued to mumble on, then he stared at his hands and then at the sword.

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Go, fight, kill!

    "Si-Simone?" was all she heard him say. "My name, how does he know my real name?" she thought. "It has to be Jack, but this man's a hunter."

    For the first time in her life, Journey didn't know what to do. She was frozen with doubt. Ordinarily, she would have lashed out and killed the man immediately, with no compassion. However as she reached into her coat for her sword, her mind flashed to the two of them huddled together in the closet. She remembered how scared he looked and how confused. He had the same look of confusion on his face now. He looked as if he had woken up to find out that the world was flat and the moon really was made of cheese.

    She wanted to reach out to him, to protect him, like she always did. But this man was her enemy, brother or not. There was no telling what he was thinking or if he even remembered their closeness. As she had always done before, she would protect him, for now. As much as she feared she would regret it, she was not going to kill him.

"Jack, I..." she began before thinking better of it.  She turned around and began to quickly scale the wall behind her by jumping from window ledge to window ledge. She scampered onto the roof and then ran across the top to ready herself for a jump to the roof across the small lane. She could easily make the jump under ordinary circumstances, but she couldn't get her knees to stop shaking. She prepared for the jump, but he legs wouldn't cooperate. She landed a few inches shy of her mark and had to catch herself on the edge and scramble up like a kitten trying to climb onto a high bed. She must have looked like a complete fool. With a bruised ego and a heart full of regret, she made her way home. If he hadn't started chasing her already, he was obviously not planning to...

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Daniel gathered the material up, and slung it over his back and wings.  It covered him nicely, though the huge bulge where his wings were would be immediately noticeable, but perhaps at least not obvious as to what was hidden.  Satisfied that this was the best he could do he headed towards Finchley underground, in the service ducts nearby was one of his stores.

Throughout the years Daniel and his vampire mother had collected many things, she mainly collected books and insisted on teaching him, as though his was going to be a perfectly normal life.  There was no trouble in gaining textbooks, students of all levels used the underground all the time, inevitable books were left and bags were lost.  Storage was a problem, between the damp and the rats it was hard to keep anything in condition.  But there were airducts that weren't too damp, and Daniel had found that a scattering of rat corpses kept other rats away.  The store he headed to now was one of his most precious, it contained information more immediately useful to him than physics and biology text books.  It contained mythical stories, a few martial arts books, and most importantly, maps.

The information he was after now was on London.  He needed a detailed map, as recent as possible, in order to stand a chance of finding more of his kind without coming across humans.  Unfortunatly detailed maps of London were quite rarely lost in the underground, school textbooks didn't contain them, roadmaps were too precious to the people holding them to be lost, and tourist leaflets were pretty useless ultimately, thankfully, only a few years ago someone had dropped a guidebook to London, it contained decent maps, lots of information on nightlife and undoubtedly other useful pieces of information, unfortunatly it was in Spanish, and no one had had the decency to lose an english/spanish dictionary, so Daniel had to rely on the phrases within the book, which were limited at best.  But using it as a cross-reference with other information, he could work out what he needed.

 

Debussy stood up as Journey walked in. Before she had a chance to speak he said; “This hunter, are you sure he’s a vampire?”

            “Yes I—“

            “This is an unfortunate turn of events” Debussy mumbled but then spoke up, “As my soldier, I command you to kill him”

            “But, I--“ but before she could answer, Debussy had walked into his study and shut the door. Inside, chaos reigned. Or so it seemed. Demons whirred and buzzed above his head, crawled on the floor, shouted dish screams, snarled, fought with one another or like Aamon was doing, simply sat watching it all.

            “SILENCE!” Debussy yelled above the swell of noise. The room was at once silent and still. Everything had stopped. Even if they didn’t realize it, the cards held each and every one of them to Debussy’s will. He took a deep breath and prepared to address the host in front of him. “I have summoned you here to aid me in my quest of establishing rightful order on the world. Demons and vampires have the right to rule the world beyond the jurisdiction of benevolence or weak humans. In return for your help I will grant you an eternal kingdom here on Earth. You are all under my command and, under the command of Aamon.” Debussy was interrupted by squeals of fright from the lesser demons and mutterings of dissent from the larger. “SILENCE! You are under my complete command whether you like it or not and you will do as I say.” The room remained silent and Debussy took a piece of paper from his pocket. “Here is a list of vampires that, I believe, will oppose our plans. You will track them down and convince them, by any means necessary, not to attend the next council meeting. Although, try not to kill them”

            The demons didn’t move. Debussy could feel their collective will struggling against his own. In one final effort he yelled, “I COMMAND YOU. GO!” At once there was a stampede of demons, a fluttering of wings and the room was empty.

 

OOC: Much shorter than original so I'm sorry if it seems a trifle forced. And I took Raggs' advice and copied it from word.

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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.

Name: Alexander chemas-microsoft-comfficeffice" />>>

Gender: Male, 17>>

Class: Werewolf>>

Incident:

            The sun was just setting over the Balkans in the counrty of Macedonia. Alexander was sitting in the field tending to his family’s sheep on the mountainside. Armed with only a walking stick and a small knife, the young man felt no sense of danger near. As he watched the golden sun be engulfed by the mountains leaving a dark cloudy sky in ts place, Alexander began to whistle. In the distance he heard one of his sheeps cry. Alexander sprang up, with his knife ready, looking around for the crying sheep. He thought another wolf might have tried to take one of his precious sheep, which pissed him off, sending him on the prowl. When all his sheep were present and accounted for, he wondered what ahd startled his livestock.

               Wishing not to worry about it he went back to his post and watched as the animals grazed. He noticed a dark figure in the distance was approaching. He thought it might be his father coming to relieve him of his duty, but no luck. Alexander stood up to examine the man. The human stood about 5’11, and had unkempt, jet black hair, he looked about thirty and was pale, which was odd to Alexander because being of the mediterranean region, everyone in the region had dark tans, but this man was almost white. He was very thin and was dressed in black and seemed week.

   

Alexander walked to the man, “Sir, are you alright, would you like some water or bread? “

 

The man answered in Bulgarian, “Yes, I am very thirsty.”

 

Alexander reached for his canteen at his side and handed it to the man,” It is odd to me how pale you are for a Bulgarian, you could be mistaken for a norwegian if you had blonde hair and were a little taller.” Alexander laughed.

 

The man coughed, as he spit the water back put from his canteen,  why can I not taste the water? I need sometyhing else.” The man stared at Alexander and flashed his teeth. The man’s elongated canines and sharp teeth made Alexander nervous.  He slowly backed away, the man inched closer, “Nothing to be afraid of boy, only a little bite, you wont even feel it.”

   

Alexander started to run, but was caught by the vampire, “Take the sheep, I have thirty!”

 

“Oh no, human blood is so much sweeter,” The man opened his mouth. Alexander was about to let out a scream when he heard a thud. The vampire stopped and rubbed his head, he had been hit with a stone, he turned in the direction of the stone.

 

Alexander’s father appeared, with a wooden stake in hand. “Alexander, run!”

 

Alexander was stunned to see what was going on, even though it was a cloudy night and it was hard to see anything, until a gap in the clouds revealed the moon,  the full moon. The moonlight lit up the scene as the vampire and Alexander’s father faced off. Before any action, the father fell to the ground writhing in pain, the vampire laughed, but alexander looked closer. His father’s once short black hair had grown to his shoulders, his face was elongated and he grew in bulk, tearing his shirt while patches of fur burst out. The vampire stopped laughing. Alexander’s father jumped up and let out a chllign howl into the night sky, before charging at the vampire with the wooden stake. The vampire seemed week, but he still put up a fight, as they exchanged blows on the mounatinside, scaring the sheep. Soon the father was on top of the vampire struggling to stab the stake into its heart. With a surge of power the werewolf forced the stake into the vampires heart and rolled off the body with a hint of pain. The vampire turned to dust as Alexander ran over to his father. Who shockingly bit him in the arm, Alexander let out a yelp, and backed away from his father who slowly turned back to his human form.

 

"Why did you bite me father?" Alexander asked in unexpected urge of anger.

 

"Because im dying son, look closer." Alexander studied his fathers chest, a jagged peice of silver stuck out. Alexander turned his father around to see the handle of a silver knife in his back. "I was bit when i was your age, while i was tending to sheep, some damn wolf bit me, i thought i had rabies but..." He trailed off. "I'm just gald i got up here in time to save you, and to make sure you couldn't be turned by their kind." he smiled weakly.

 

"Thank you father, I will never forget you." Alexander said to his dying father on the mountainside before passing out.

 

 

The First Transformation:

It was the same night he was bit, he experienced uncontrolled anger and uncanny speed and strength before he was cover in dark brown fur, and then he unleashed.

 

 

The Realization:

Alexander awoke covered in blood and wool, he sat up to find his whole heard had been ripped to shreds,and it was a bloody woolly mess. Alexander sprang up, and ran down the mountain to his house to find clothes and to search his house for answers and too clean off. He barged into his father's study and started rummaging through his files, until he found stacks of information on werewolves and vampires, and the current movement in London, All he knew was that he needed to get the hell out of here, he stuffed a backpack full of the precious information all the money the house had, and what he felt he needed. he knew the authorities would wonder what happened to his sheep and him and his father. But now that he knew what he had become and what his father was, quickly filled in the missing peices in his life, and what his destiny was. And it all had something to do with London. So he hopped on the next line to France, and started improving on his english.

 

Current Location: E13

 

OOC- i have no clue what the layout of london is, so please excuse me for my ignorance. Oh and ill do what he is doing recently ;ater i just felt the begginning was alot for now, so sorry about that too. but it will be up soon

OOC- ok heres whats up with alexander now

Alexander lay in his empty apartment, lost in thought, about the events that had passed, about the life he had just left behind, for his more "exciting" one. after arrriving in France he quickly got on the underground line to London and searched for a new life. With a back pack full of cash he settled in a small cozy apartment not far north from the River Thames. The rest he deposited in his bank account, along with what his father had, seeing as he was the soul beneficiary to his fathers land and money, but he couldn't go back. something in his fathers files made him want to stay here and figure out something. Alexander reached for his back pack and dumped out what he had, stacks of files and a couples items of clothing and keepsakes dropped to the hardwood floor. Now he had time to study them without felling like he was being watched or that someone would take the files. The papers consisted of letters to random scientists, and pages of myths on vampires and werewolves. Also the underground activity in London that drew him here. For hours he read on his empty floor, learning about his abilities and restrictions, and about the vampires strengths and weaknesses. He was pleased to find it was safe during the day, and quickly realised the time he lost and looked out the window. He figured he had about two hours left of daylight, and decided he need to get some food and maybe more knowledge on the subject. He locked up his apartment and headed out towards well, where he smelled food, since he realized he had way better senses than an average human. He stumbled apon some fast food restaurant and ordered. What he got was not roast lamb, or shiskabob, or even pita, but some type of lowgrade meat that was very greasy and prepared poorly, but food wasnt on his mind, hed rather be back home or in a library.

"Ah yes a library," he thought, as he quickly asked around the street where the nearest library was, which was a hard task to do since whoever he asked couldn't understand his accent or he couldn't understand their thick accent, but finally, he found the right way to a decent sized library that had a gothic inspired style of architechture to it. He didn't hesitate to enter, and shuffled over to the help desk.

"How may I help you young man?" Asked one of the librarians.

"Yes, could you help me find bookss, on thee subject of the werewolfs and the vampires please." Alexander said in poor english.

The librarian let out a little giggle,"Oh you youngins seem to be so intrigued with this rubbish now a days, you all must think you are Van Helsing or something." Alexander didn't get the joke, but followed the librarian to the fiction and fantasy section of the library. "If you go up these spiral stairs you should find what your looking for."

"Thank you mam." Alexander said as he climbed up the narrow, metal, spiral staircase to find cases devoted to the subject. He smiled and started searching, he settled with a book about the history and lore about both creatures, and one about hunters and superstitions. He brought both books over to a vacated table and turned on a light and began to flip the books old binding open. It with the table letting out a cloud of dust escape into the air. Alexander let out a cough and waved it away before reading.

After minutes of reading he heard the sound of footstpes apporach the stairs and begin to climb up to his level. Alexander looked up to get a glimpse of who was coming up the staircase. A pretty blackhaired woman made her way over to one of the bookcases, she had lovely blue eyes and a body, and was dressed in a black busness suit, but she only looked about twenty-three. She found what she was looking for and walked over to the table where Alexander was reading. and sat near him.

"Ah werewolves and vampires, thats an interesting mix."

"Ha, yes it is, im just curious about this subject, I hear rumours that they are real." Alexander said, he studied the woman more closley, he felt no danger while being around her, he assumed that was a thing.

"Real? Haha, maybe in the movies but not in real life. What makes you curious about them now, usually its the twelve year olds that are intrigued by theses sorts of things?" She said.

" point, but if its for twelve year olds then why do you have a book on, how to tell if a human has been turned by a vampire?" Alexander retorted playfully.

"Haha, point, what can I say, I guess I still have that little girl in me. Im Alyssa by the way." Alyssa reached out her hand.

Alexander took it and shook it gently,"I am Alexander, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, Alexander. If you dont mind me asking, where are you from? I mean your obviously not from England. Haha"

"Haha I wonder what gave it away, I am actually from Macedonia, not many people have heard of it."

"Ah yes, I know. It's where Alexander the Great is from." Alyssa said with a smile. "Impressive, most people seem to think hes Greek."

"Alexander, not all the world is ignorant, anyway, would you like me to show you around some day, or get some tea or coffee?" Alyssa asked.

"Yes, I would love that, that is very kind of you."

"Oh its no problem, here is my number, because I have to type up a report for work soon, and i was just supposed to get this book and jet out. But here.." Alyssa handed him a slip of paper with her number on it. "Call me sometime."

"Sure thing." Was all Alexander could say.

Alyssa collected up her books and purse and went back down the flight of stairs, " luck with your research Alexander." She managed to say before disappearing from view.

"You too," Alexander said lightly, but she was gone, and he just realized he didn't have a phone or a cell phone. So he quickly gathered the books up checked them out and started off for his new home. He was going to have a busy day tomorrow.

OOC, they told me to make a vampire because they werent sure if i could keep a werewolf

Name: Cyril

Gender: Male

Class: Rogue

   Cyril was playing a game of football/soccer with his friends at the Hampstead Heath after a night of drinking. All foive holligans had a beer in one hand while trying to juggle the ball and not spill a drop of beer. One of Cyril's friends juggled it five times without falling, a new record for the night. Cyrill picked up the ball and trid to juggle it, he kicked it off his foot and hit him slef in the head, knocking him off balance and sending him on his ass. He wasn't the best drunk. All his friends laughed and attempted to help him up. But they too all fell in the process of helping, which resulted in them all laying on the ground laughing at the unattended ball.

"Stupid ball, go home, no one wants you here, haha." Cyril's friend, Jeremy said in a drunken slur, causing everyone else to laugh.

"I think the ball means well," Cyril said as he rolled over on the grass to the ball to rest his head on it.

"No way, that ball is a whore, and so was his manufactuer," Jeremy yelled, once again making the group laugh.

"You've had to much to drink Jeremy,"said Peter with a yawn.

"I'm not a think as you drunk I am," Jeremy yelled as he quicly got up and ran around in a circle for no apparent reason.

"Ok, I've had enough of this, I need sleep." Cyril said as he struggled to get up. he was just about to say night to his friends when an unearthly cry came from the woods ahead of them.

Jeremy stopped running around, "What the hell was that, we should go check it out."

The other three friends wussed out and complained they were too drunk. "Damn, i guess someone has to watch your ass if you fall in a puddle, so I guess im coming with." Cyril reluctantly said. The two comrades trudged over to the direction the cry came from. Cyril was not to thrilled to be back there this time at night, and preceded with caution. As they entered the wooded area, Cyrill could have sworn he saw shadows moving about, but he was too drunk to tell. They had not been very stealthy since jeremy had been yelling for a big bad beastie to come out and play and had been tripping on sticks and cursing the whole time.

"This was a waste of time, whoever these bitches are, they are pussies..." Jeremy said before he was whisked away behind a tree, with the only sound being his muffled cries. Cyril tried to run away but was blocked by a pale figure and was held still.

"What should we do with the quiet one, drain him as well?" Asked the pales figure

"No," said a voice from behind the tree where jeremy was taken,"turn him, he seems stronger an more athletic than this one, remember we can't just turn anybody."

"Oh ***!" Was all Cyril could manage to say before he felt two, long teeth being dug into his neck.

Cyril woke up in his bed at his townhouse near the park, with all clothes still strewn across his floor. he rubbed his eyes, believing he had a horrible dream, but stopped when he noticed his hands were more pale than usual. he got up and rushed to the bathroom, and checked himself out, he had a pale complexion, and his long dark hair complemnted it by making him look even whiter. He just shook it off and thought,"Maybe i just need to go to the beach more." feeling reassured he went into his kitchen passing the window and feeling a burning sensation, instead of the usuall calming warmth. He shut the shades and continued to the fridge, and welcomed to cool air, he pulled out the milk, and reached in the cabinet for a bowl, and for some generic cereal brand, and started preparing his breakfast of champions.

he sat down on his couch and turned on the TV. Once again the sunlight from the window burned him agian, which angered him enough to close all his shades and turn off all lights.

"Damn, it must be a hot day." He said as he took a bite a cereal. The cereal tasted old, and undesirable, which mad ehim spit it up, even though he bought a new box and a new milk carton. "What the hell, am I still dreaming, first i get bit by some weirdo vampire wannabees, then im pale, the sunlight burns me, and my food tastes like. ass! Wait!" Cyril reached for his neck and felt two holes where he was bit. "It can't be, this is a myth, there aren't any vampires, Dracula wasnt even a vampire, he just had a desperate plot to get rid of the Turks. I am not one of them! This is insane!"

Cyril stupidly stuck his hand out the window, and quickly pulled it back in to see his arm was red, like he burnt it on an oven. "I can't do this, I have a game tomorrow, my team needs me. How can I not go out in the sun, I'm the starting center mid! This is ridiculous. what about garlic, or crosses, I can't not go to church, my mother would kill me! Oh no my mother, what will she think, she can't find out, she'll turn me into the looney bin. What will I do, I guess I can only have blood. Wait does it count if I drink the "blood of christ" like wine in church. Yeah that should count, I just need wine, ah the wine from my party should still be around here." Cyril rushed for the wine, and chugged it, nothing, it wasnt filling his needs. "Damn! It wont work. I must be a full blown vampire, so what do i do from here sit in my house until dark? Well i guess i could check this stuff out on the internet."

So Cyrill researched about vampires, and what they could and couldn't do, Cyril was not amused, and he was getting more pale. He looked at the clock, he still ahd a couple more hours until he could go outside. His phone rang.

Cyril nervously answered,"Hello?"

"Hey Cyril, its Peter, you and Jeremy gave me a scare last night when you didnt come out of the woods."

Oh crap! Jeremy, Cyril thought, He never made it out of the forest, and is probably still behind that tree. Cyril quickly composed himself and said,"Haha, yeah, we just thought it would be funny to scare you guys, and we went out of the other end and home,We never found out what the source of the cry was, but we were tired and runk so we went home, haha i shoudl have called you earlier but it would have runied the joke." one Cyril, he thought to himself.

"Haha thats a great joke, not, anyway do youi knwo where Jeremy is? He never answered his phone, and its four o clock." Peter stated.

"Well you know him, his phone is always dead. He probably somewhere about, or visiting his parents, he said they needed his help with the basement." Cyril lied.

"Yeah, you're proabably right, well hey im bored, do you wanna do something?" Pete asked.

Cyril paused,"Ughh...you know what bro, I have a huge hangover from last night, today im just gonna chill, but i'll definately call you later if i feel better."

"Oh yeah sure dude, catch ya later."

"Bye."

click.

Cyril felt he just got by on that one, and he knew people would be looking for Jeremy after a while, but there was nothing he could do about it until night fall, so he impatiently waited for nightfall to come by preoccupying himself with minor chores, like cleaning his messy room, and watching T.V. Soon the pesky sun fell below the horizon, and Cyril smiled and flashed his new canines. He quickly changed into some ripped jeans, a blue track jacket and some big sunglasses, and he walked out the door. He was greeted by the cool night air, and the calm night sky as he made his way out toward the park to do a little investigating. he didnt bother taking his car since he had been cooped up all day in his house. As he walked down the street he noticed, a group of kids were up ahead, and tHey were routy. Cyril figured that they would start somthing, and try to look cool infront of their friends. With this inmind he lokked directly at them and studied them, Four teens about 16-17 stood in a driveway and some sat on the hood of a car. they took notice of Cyril and his big sunglasses, and murmured to themselves.

Once he had passed a kid grew the baals to say,"Hey look at this bloke, oh I wear sunglasses at night im soo cool." The kids laughed. Cyril smiled and knew this would be his first victim. he stopped and turned towards the teens.

"Wanna say that again, punk ass." Cyril said cooly.

The kid who had short long blonde hair that was fashioned in an emo style over his eye, stopped and stared Cyril down. he was a skinny kid, had on black jeans, and a black shirt, with a purple striped hoodie over it and the hood up. "Yeah, go take your *** sunglasses and shove em up your ass!" The kids laughed.

Cyril walked over until he was in the kids face,"Hey kid, you don't want to *** with me today."

"Get your pale ass out of here!" The kid said as he punched Cyril in the stomach.

Cyril flinched but the punch didn"t phase him, he looked the kid in the eyes and saw the look of confusion in the kids face,"Why would you do that now your gonna pay." cyril garbbed the kid by the throat and lifted him up to his height, The other teens begged for him to let him go, vyril hissed at them and flashed his fangs, they got scared and ran off int he house screaming bloody murder. Cyrus focused on the boy, who was scared out of his mind, and he sunk his fangs into his neck. Its a taste to get used to, he thought, as he finished the kid, and layed him in the streetlight. He wiped the bloodof his lips. something startled him and he was forced to look up, Three silhouettes of what seems like humans and an animal are in the distance. Realizing he is in the light, he quickly escapes into the shadows and jets into the alleyways and takes the long way home to make sure he isnt followed. he was excited after his first kill and doing the world a favor by ridding it of that punk, but now he had to worry about Jeremy's body, and if the kids called the police.

CRYPT LOCATION: NW3