"Won't these "hunters" be expecting us on the underground though?" Sarash asked. Jacob had told both of the young vampires everything they needed to know about hunters, and the vampires' history. The three of them plus Varan were travelling on the underground, since it was daytime. They'd been lucky to get underground just before sunrise.

   "I'm afraid they probably will." Jacob said soberly. "But we're right outside the council. Anybody on this train could be one of us." Jacob said, careful not to refer to themselves as vampires. The last thing they needed now was more attention. "A hunter wouldn't dare risk it, travelling on the underground during the day. That's prime time for vampires to be underground, for obvious reasons.".

   "So were are we heading? And how come we're bothering to run away and not fight? If they're tracking us anyway using that GPS thing anyway..." Michael said.

   "As we are, we don't stand a chance. Neither of you are strong enough yet to fight a hunter, and these hunters are trained to fight the strongest of vampire soldiers, and more than one at once. Though I'm still stronger than just about every human, a vampire elder is nothing compared to a soldier." Jacob explained. "We must find help. I've travelled around London nearly my whole life, virtually non-stop. It's a way to survive as a vampire. You hear rumours, avoid the hunters, and meet allies. And that's how I knew I needed to recruit young vampires like yourselves, I'd heard talk of more hunters being sent out. But there's a lot of vampire activity to the West. If we head there, it won't be long until we find help.".

   For hours the three of them sat in silence. All were deep in thought about their situation. Sarah and Michael had suddenly been born into a whole new world of vampires and murder, and had no recollection of their former lives. Maybe, they thought, it would be better that way. No one to miss and nothing to distract them from their new "lives" as the undead. For Jacob, things were much more complicated. In the great war of vampires against humans he was faced with what he once was, a human. Whenever he fed, he killed quickly. No one he attacked even knew he was a vampire. But then people were staring at him with hatred, even though he used to be one of them and was taken from them by no fault of his own. Even though he much preferred being a vampire, when the humans tried to hunt him down it was almost as if his family was. At heart, he thought, he would always be human.

   For years the heartache and confusion of that had ended, but suddenly it had started up again. Vampires and hunters were on the move once more, and another war seemed inevitable. But he knew that until vampires died there would always be fighting. Vampires needed to feed, and humans were the best targets. They would obviously fight back, nothing else could be expected.

 

   "We're here." Jacob said, standing up. Sarah and Michael stood as well, and followed him and Varan off the train. "We must wait until sundown." Jacob said. "There's still a few hours of daylight left."

 

 

   Meanwhile, Gavin Harvey loaded up his computer at home. Sighing, he opened the tracking software. "What a fool." He quietly laughed to himself. "That vamp thinks he can get away from me? I'll find him and his scum friends and bleed them dry.". A map of the UK appeared, with a red dot flashing over London. It zoomed in, showing that Michael was much further away than he'd expected.

"He's escaped!" He roared, picking up his ashtray and throwing it across the room. Grumbling and cursing to himself, he marched to the wardrobe that stood locked besides his front door. The key was hidden upstairs, but Gavin grabbed at the handle and pulled the door from its hinges.

"They reckon they can outsmart me, huh." He mutterred, grabbing a dark rucksack from it. He flung it onto his bag, and pulled out a shotgun. The last remaining thing in there was a photo hanging up of his squad in the SAS. They were practically his family. And yet a group of vampires had killed every last one of them. But not him. It could only be destiny. He was destined to destroy vampires once and for all. Gacin stepped out his house, slammed the door, and ran to his car. It had bulletproof and tinted windows. There were five changes of license plates hidden under the seats, and a power hose could wash off the top layer of paint, so the car could completely change colour if the vampires knew what car he was driving. He was the ultimate in hunters, he liked to think of himself.

 

   "How are we going to find a vampire then?" Sarah asked.

   "By looking for one, how else you silly girl?" Jacob said, annoyed at what he saw as such a stupid question.

   "Won't they be hidden though?"

   "Yes, but from humans. Varan can follow the scent of vampries, and we have much increased senses. We instinctively know the scent of blood and of vampires. If they're near, we'll find them." He told her. Suddenly Varan stopped in his tracks, sniffing teh ground.

   "Shh..." Jacob whispered as Michael opened his mouth to say something. The three of them stared at the dog silently. Varan's head suddenly shot up and he started walking forwards.

   "He's found vampires. Now follow him." Jacob said. Varan led them down an alleyway, and eventually into the woods. "They're here?" Jacob asked. He looked forwards, but all he saw was a body lying on the ground. He cautiously walked to wards it, and rolled it over. It was a young man, and he'd clearly been bled dry.

   "There were vampires here, but they've gone. But he's not been dead for very long, they're not far away." Jacob said. Varan started moving again, and the three of them followed. They were sent back into the town, and finally they saw what they were looking for. A vampire, feeding off a human.

   "He's one of us, definitly." Jacob said, inhaling the scent of vampires. "But he must be new. He's stood right under a lamp post... not very wise." The vampire, when fnished feeding, looked towards them in shock. Terrified, he started running.

   "Varan, after him! You two, follow." Jacob ordered, the two young vampires and the dog giving chase. Jacob was too old to chase a young vampire like that one, but still kept the three of them and Varan in sight. It wasn't long before the fledgling vamp had run into a dead end, with Varan, Michael and Sarah around him.

 

   After a minute or two, Jacob caught up. "Do not worry, we mean you no harm.". He explained, showing his teeth. Sarah and Michael did the same. "From your actions, I'm assuming you're a rogue. I'm an elder - sometimes I work for the vampire council, or our "government" I suppose you could call it, but sometimes I'm much like yourself. But, as an old vampire, I need protecting more than one your age does. That's why I have these two and Varan, this "dog", or hellhound which is what he really is. If you join us, I shall teach you the ways of the vampire, and keep you safe from our enemy, V-Sec. Even if you do nothing to provoke them, they will kill you just because you're a vampire. Unless you come with me, and become stronger and wiser. The choice is yours. If you decline, you're free to walk away. No harm shall come to you from any vampire. The hunters from V-Sec who will be here in a matter of hours, however, I can't say the same for."

Cyril was confused by these three people. He felt like what they just said was from a lame movie script and that all this wasnt real.

"Hey, old guy, i didnt want to become what i am, its too early in my life, now i cant be a professional soccer player because of your kind. Hell I can't even go outside. And now your telling me we have to leave, hey I just woke up today as this mess, what about my belongins and house? I can't just go." Cyril tried to explain.

"This is bigger than you rogue," said the old vampire. "We need to leave now, its just for abit, and then we can come back and get what you need. But come on we are wasting time." He sounded anxious and in a hurry.

"Why are these so called "hunters" following you anyway, I thought vampires are stealthy."

The vampire simply replied,"We are, except for this one." He lightly slapped the young man in the back of the head and went on to explain,"He was captured by some of them, and instead of killing him, they shot him in the head with a tracking bug. So now if you would like to come, were gonna get the hell out of here. Come along you two." And with that the vampire left followed by his two "protectors" and his "dog".

Cyril watched the four walk away, and he was debating wether to follow or not. "I mean that v-sec or whatever has no clue about me, and those three would bring me lots of unwanted trouble, and that vampire over glorifies himself alot, but he said he could teach me, ahh hell," Cyril thought as he paced around looking at the disappearing figures. Cyril quickly changed his mind at the sound of screeching tires and didnt want to risk being found alone, so he reluctantly chased after the trio.

"Ugh guys, wait up i guess im coming."

The old vampire smiled,"Ha, you made a choice young one. What is your name by the way?"

"Ugh, Cyril." he hesitantly answered.

"Nice to meet you Cyril, I am Jacob, and these are my two assisstants, Sara and Micheal." Jacob said while still walking in a fast pace.

Micheal, Sara, and Cyril exchanged nods, and went back to focusing on Jacob.

"So, ugh, Jacob, where is it exactly where we are headed to?" Cyril said while trying to keep up with the group.

Name: Chassidy Lendoa

rouge

occupation: show girl

age: 19

Chassidy had just finished her show at the nightclub. So she was still dressed in her purple southern bell outfit. Her blonde hair was tied back into a bun with three large strands hanging out.   She was in an older part of town with gothic styled houses and towers. She had always liked this part of town although it gave her the chills when passing by one building. This night she felt like someone was following her. She grabbed her .45 pistol and glanced around, nothing. She shook the feeling off. She started to run but soon enough she had a man, or a vampire at her neck holding down her arms. She didn't even scream she figured either she was dead or going to be changed. Then the pressence was gone as she fell to the ground. She twisted and turned as the venom flowed through her veins. It was the strangest sensation, stinging, yet soothing.

The next thing she knew she was lost she didn't have any where to go due to the sunlight approaching. She stayed in the alley way hoping another vampire would find her, and not one of those fabled hunters. As the hours passed Chassidy had to hide in a cardboard box to stay away from the sun. But out of on corner came uv rays. She sacraficed her left hand to save the rest of her body.

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Touch touchy touch touch me, I wanna be dirty!- Rocky Horror Picture Show, Janet.

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Janet! Dr Scott! Janet! Brad! Rocky! *blank*

    Debussy was obviously not in the mood to talk. There seemed to be a lot of noise coming from his room, but Journey knew better than to bother him when he was agitated. She would have to talk to him about her brother later. As for his order to kill
Anthony, she wasn't too sure how she felt about that. It seemed like he would be of more use to them alive than dead and it should be easy enough for her to make Anthony see things her way. After all, he would have to be an idiot if he thought that V-Sec would let him live when they were through with him, and he didn't seem to be a stupid guy.

      The only thing she could do was to go and talk to him. She went into Jewel's room to get her when she heard the front door open and Jewel walked in with Jacques, laughing. Journey didn't like the idea of Jewel being around him too much. Something about Jacques still rubbed her the wrong way. In fact, maybe she had made a mistake bringing Jewel into the house in the first place. She should have just killed her when she was done with her that evening at the hotel. Well there was nothing to be done about that now, but she had definitely been too quick to trust this girl. She would have to keep an eye on her from now on. She decided not to ask Jewel to come along after all.

    Journey swept past Jewel and Jacques and headed out the door.
 "Where are you going?!,"Jewel called out after her.
  "Mind your business girl! If I had wanted you to know where I was going, I would have told you!" Journey retorted.

Jewel stood there with a hurt look on her face, turned on her heel and slammed the door behind her. Stupid girl, Journey thought, she'll need a much thicker skin if she expects to be able to deal with Debussy. His words carried much more bite that the sting of Journey's last comment, and that was when he was in a mood!

Journey made her way to the subway, yet again. She sometimes wondered why she didn't just make her home in the tunnels somewhere, as often as she was here. Then again, she appreciated the comfort of a nice home and a cushy bed.

She arrived at Big Ben with some time to spare, so she decided to do a quick survey of the area around the clock. She didn't see Anthony, nor did she see anything else that would worry her. , she mused, he must have taken my words seriously. V-Sec doesn't appear to be anywhere around here.

There was still a bit of time until midnight, but Journey had always been impatient, so she decided to call Anthony. She pulled her cell out of one of the many pockets of her coat and dialed the number he had given her. Yet again, the voice mail picked up.

"I'm here and you're not. Hurry the **** up or I'm leaving."

Now, all that was left to do was to sit on the bench and wait for Anthony to show....

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Vincent found himself in what must be a wild life preserve. They hadn't finished building this one, so Vincent was rather confused how he'd actually got over the fences surrounding the site. Myriad tree's seemed to glare down upon him accusingly, despite being planted and grown for whatever animals they were going to let loose, they gave the impression that they were ancient. The wind blew through in from the north, dancing across the blades of grass in the clearing Vincent had been drawn to.

Vincent frowned deeply, confused by the fact that he could see two moons.
No, one was not a moon. He soon recognised it as the crystal ball that Darkvein owned. Darkvein was here?
It was at this moment when Vincent realised what stood before him. Around a dozen undead trod forwards slowly and carefully, Darkveins previous fang gang. Behind them around a dozen more living, breathing vampires surrounded the man with the crystal ball, Darkvein. Most already had their swords drawn, dragging them carelessly across the soil or resting them on their shoulders, waiting.

Despite his distance, Darkvein's sinister voice flowed across to Vincent's ears as if he were standing right beside him. "Have you turned the other?" he said simply. The undead creatures snarled.
After hesitating for too long, Darkvein asked again.
"No. No, I haven't. And I don't intend on joining you either." Vincent's voice was weak, as if an invisible hand was choking him.
"Fool." Darvein growled. "I have an entire army before me, waiting to rip you to shreds and you dare defy my will?" Darkvein withdrew his sword now, using it as a walking stick. He was definitely an old man, standing for such a long time was taking it's toll. However, he showed absolutely no sign of weakness, though Vincent suspected it was a mere façade. A damned one, he had to admit.
"I do hope your soul is prepared." Darkvein's last words seemed to reverberate around the clearing. He motioned forwards and the undead creatures began dragging themselves towards Vincent.

Vincent unsheathed his ceremonial dagger, watching it glow with some kind of ethereal magic. Just before the first undead was within reach, Niah and Stacey emerged from the dense foliage and called out. Distracted, the undead turned to see Stacey point a double-barrelled shotgun at them and fire. "Get the hell away from that man." Stacey yelled, cocking the hammer, watching the undead creature drop to the ground uselessly.
"He's...no...man!" One of the undead creatures hissed. It struck out at Vincent and Niah fired a Glock at it's forehead, once, twice, a third time, then a fourth just to make sure.
"Very nice timing." Vincent said weakly, wondering how they could have possibly found him here.

Darkvein waved his hand over the crystal ball and resurrected the fallen undead. They weren't going to rid him of his army that easily. He nodded to the vampires surrounding him and grinning mischievously, they walked towards the fight, nonchalantly, absolutely certain of their superiority.

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

Daniel carefully traced out a map on the back of an old poster.  He used a short stub of one of the large novelty pencils, it's size making it far more suited for his hands, although he was capable of delicate work, the large grip was far more comfortable and easier to use.  He kept the pencil with him at all times, in a large bum bag (ooc fanny pack for americans) around his waist.  The most important items he had were kept here with him, the pencil, a watertight ziplock bag, a large zippo lighter, a small pocketknife and a small, dented toy double decker bus.  Most the paint had been lost years ago, the small wheels had been glued back on and no longer rolled, but this item was the most precious of all to Daniel, it had been his favourite toy when he was human, and all he had left of his old life and his parents.

He included many things on the map, major roads (marked with circles if they were very busy areas), smaller alleys (marked with an asterix to show that they would probably be quiet areas), parks and cemetaries (shown with a cross), and the underground stations including the abandoned ones.

It took hours to complete, but once done Daniel carefully studied the map, trying to remember as much of the major landmarks as possible.  He then folded it up very carefully and placed it in the ziplock bag, and then into the bumbag. 

Since it was now early morning Daniel strode along the tunnel, unworried about being seen, since it's closed in the early hours of the morning.  As he passed through the station itself an unmistakeable smell assailed his nostrils.  Vampires.  And a number of them.  This was no mere lone vampire, this was a group with a purpose, and a destination.  And the likelyhood was, since they had come here once, they would come through again.  Daniel wanted to be around when they did, it would be much better for him to be with others of his kind as soon as possible.  He decided to wait at the station, tucking himself into an recess in the tunnel, and covering himself with the material.  He sat and waited.

Anthony was on top of Big Ben when he received a text from Journey. He smirked and made his way down the clock tower. He creeped up to Journey and said, "I was here long before you, Journey."

"How the hell do you know my name and why did you want to meet me?" Journey had her hand on the hilt of her sword.

"Ease down. I want to help you and your kin. V-Sec has a lot more information on you and your friends than you think."

"You're the one who needs help. You kill your own kind in a desperate attempt to save a pathetic, sinful species."

"You're in a lot more trouble than you think. V-Sec has developed a airborne form of anthrax that only reacts with the body of a Vampire like you and I..."

 

 

(Sorry kymed it was a little rushed)

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My username has nothing to do with this!!!! --->

Sorry for taking so long. Busy catching up with school coming back around and this strange cold mutation I have. So if the post doesn't make much sense or somethin', its 'cause I'm unable to think much right now. x3;

It took her a moment to register what Rok had said. Her head tilted in a curious fashion, almost as though she hadn't understood his question. "Why?" She murmured under her breath, possibly wondering the same as him. Too many factors pointed at it being more than a terrible idea. Even disastrous didn't compare to the possibilities and outcomes. "I am a mercenary and always work for the highest bidder, if you wish. I needed the money, and you seemed like an easy target." So much for that. They were probably going to check in and make sure that he was indeed rid of, that she hadn't been lying about his supposed death. The men who had hired her practically climbed into her skin to make sure he was rid of, though they didn't appear to know that he had been a Werewolf. Or had they? It only made sense, looking back on it now. After all, who would hire a lycan if the person they were going for was obviously a foolish human? "At least, that is what I had thought then."

Whoever they were considered Rok a threat, painfully proven--both literally and figuratively. "Now it is my turn to ask you a question, unless you wish to finish this with one of us dead." She kept her katana poised in a defensive manner, unwilling to be the first to go down or caught unaware by a sudden attack. If need be, she would run if he chose to continue the fight. Though if not, she would remain there and try to be peaceable--which may be hard since men and women with his personality tended to rub her the wrong way. Extremely. "Why in the Nine Hells are you so open about what you do and where you go? Any human could have tracked you down and found you where you were without the slightest bit of trouble. It is as though you are parading yourself around like some animal for the slaughter." True, she had only seen him the one time at his home, but what little information had been gathered about him, he would be far easier to find and hit than the broad side of a barn. Maybe a bus if you wanted to be picky. "There is so little of our kind, and yet you go around as though we are not endangered."

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

    Journey sat waiting for Anthony to show. She had the feeling she was being watched, so she figured he must be somewhere above her. Oh well, had he wanted to kill her, he wouldn't have called to set up a meeting. Besides, he may be disillusioned, but he did not seem to be a coward that would try to kill her when she wasn't looking. She bet he enjoyed fighting just as much as she. She heard him long before she felt his hot breath on her shoulder. He should really learn to move a little quieter.

"I was here long before you, Journey."

"How the hell do you know my name and why did you want to meet me?"

"Ease down. I want to help you and your kin. V-Sec has a lot more information on you and your friends than you think."

"You're the one who needs help. You kill your own kind in a desperate attempt to save a pathetic, sinful species."

"You're in a lot more trouble than you think. V-Sec has developed a airborne form of anthrax that only reacts with the body of a Vampire like you and I..."

"A what!? I had a feeling you would be more useful to us alive than dead." Journey mused aloud.

"What are you on about woman?"
  
      Suddenly, Journey felt as if she were transported elsewhere. She knew that she was physically still at the clock tower, but she appeared to be in a forest somewhere. "I know this place", Journey thought. It was a nature reserve they had been in the process of building for some time. She hunted there on occasion, as, like most unfinished properties, young human adults liked to go there to get wasted, among other things. She smiled to herself thinking of all the young lovers she surprised there. It was surrounded by high fences, but that was never enough to deter a human with ideas of partying and fornication.

    It was as if she were looking through someone else's eyes and she did not like what she saw in front of her. There was a very old and very ugly vampire holding some sort of glowing orb. He was surrounded by a small army of vampires and something else. They appeared to vampires, but they were not like any she had ever seen before; something about them was off.

    Nearer to the woods where she was standing and across from the old vamp, stood another, younger, vamp holding a glowing object. She could not see his face, but she felt that she knew him. There was some kind of exchange going on between the two and the old vamp did not look happy at all. She continued walking through the thick growth, toward the confrontation. As she watched, one of the strange creatures began walking towards the man. He turned his face slightly as he readied an attack and Journey could now see that it was Vincent. That meant Niah must be nearby!

    "Get the Hell away from that man!"

    Journey turned to her right and saw the young, clumsy hunter that Niah had recently turned. She was leveling a shotgun at the creature and, without a seconds hesitation, pulled the trigger, dropping the creature where it stood.

    It was then that she realized she must be looking through Niah's eyes. She didn't understand what was going on. This had never happened with Jewel. Sure Journey felt a connection with the girl, but she had never been inside her head before. Maybe it was because she had turned Niah before she had turned Jewel. Is this what she had to look forward to with anyone she turned? That couldn't be possible. Debussy would have told her if the connections were that strong. Besides, it was obvious that Debussy wasn't in her head, so that couldn't be it. There was something strange going on, but none of that mattered. Niah was in some serious trouble and Journey had to get to her.

       Another creature began to attack Vincent.  Journey saw her own hand raise and in it was a 9mm handgun. The angle was all wrong and her hand was shaking;  there was no way that any of the shots would hit the creature. In fact, there was a very chance she would hit Vincent instead. Journey wasn't sure  if she had any control over Niah, but she had to try to will her to straighten the weapon. Maybe this phenomenon worked both ways.

   "Niah", she thought, "Lift the gun up and slightly to the left." She saw her hand respond to her directives.
 
    ", now calm down and breathe deeply. On the exhale, squeeze the trigger. Do NOT pull it, just squeeze slightly. Be prepared, the gun will seem to jump in your hands." Slowly, she squeezed the trigger, hitting the creature in the forehead. She felt Niah gaining confidence as she pulled the trigger three more times in rapid succession, hitting the creature each time. She hoped Niah would be able to pull it off on her own, as Journey had no idea how much longer she would be sharing this space with her.

   "Very nice timing." she heard Vincent say.

    Just as if it had never happened, Journey was back in front of the clock tower, looking at a very angry Anthony.

 "Hey, I'm talking to you!" he yelled.

 "I don't have time for this right now, someone I know is in trouble. You can come, if you must, but I am leaving, now."
    
    With that, Journey began running. She pulled out her cellphone and dialed Jewel.
 
  "Jewel, I need you to meet me at the preserve whe...."
  "The one we hunted at? But why, I'm not hungry, we just recently fed" Jewel whined.
  "Dammit girl, I don't have times for your insipid questions. Get out there now!"Journey yelled and hung up.

  She only hoped she would make it in time.....

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Anthony knew something was wrong but he didn't know what. He waited for Journey to drift off a little bit and then followed her stealthily. She moved for miles until she reached a nature preserve and moved into the forest. Anthony continued to follow her but now moved more cautiously. Suddenly he was floored by an unknown energy and lost Journey. He finally realized an extremely powerful vampire was nearby and followed the energy.

Was Journey headed toward this vampire? Anthony thought. He heard gunshots and moved toward the energy and sounds of conflict. Anthony made his way to the top of a small hill and as he edged over it he was made speechless by the scene. The great energy was coming from an older vampire carrying some glowing object. He had a hoard of odd-looking vampires with him. There were four normal-looking vampires in conflict with the hoard and the vampire holding the glowing orb.

Anthony realized one of the four vampires was Journey. He realized she needed help and decided this was his chance to prove he was trustworthy. He pulled a grenade from his belt that would release UV rays upon detonation. He threw it close enough to the hoard to kill alot of them but far enough to not harm Journey and her friends. A majority of the deformed vampires were burned into Oblivion. The older vampire was not affected by the UV rays oddly.

The old vampire looked at Anthony. He pointed toward Anthony and then somehow threw him twenty feet toward the battle. Anthony felt his ribs, they were broken from the impact. He pullled out his sword and began fighting with some deformed vampires approaching him, Journey, and the other three vampires.

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My username has nothing to do with this!!!! --->

OOC: Figgy, I'd appreciate it if you didn't just blow us all to oblivion with some absolutely inane and daft UV grenade. Half of the enemy vampires are perfectly normal and should not die so easily (or else they'll be no fight), the other half (around a dozen) are undead (zombies)...so UV most likely does not effect them, but we'll say it does since we can't undo what you wrote. Just as a heads up, since I didn't know you'd be joining, Darkvein must survive.

Vincent turned sharply to his left, having just stabbed one of the resurrected undead with the ceremonial dagger. He had turned just in time to watch a small object roll into the midst of the collection of undead vampires, which totally obliterated them, their dust buffeting up into the air wildly. Vincent looked back towards the direction it had come from.
The only expression he could manage was that of utter surprise. "Journey?" But there was no time to ask for an explanation. He glanced back at Niah; she was still horrified she had somehow managed to use a gun.
His senses were sharp. With one swift movement he swirled his body round, trenchcoat flaring around his ankles, and lunged his dagger into the throat of the last undead vampire.
Darkvein looked momentarily confused and then simply waved his hand over the crystal ball, instantly resurrecting most of the undead vampires. It appeared that some of the dust had been rendered unusable through being scattered too far around the clearing.
Vincent stepped back slowly, wondering how they could defeat a force that could come back to life as soon as they killed them. He grabbed hold of Niah and stared her in the eyes, wondering what was going on in her mind. She had dropped the Glock.
"What the fuck are those things?" Stacey frowned, watching the zombie-like creatures writhe around, slowly advance towards them, then stop some distance away.
"Darkvein has control over a horde of undead vampires, his previous fang gang." Vincent said, "As well as those guys." He pointed at Darkveins new fang gang.
The vampires Darkvein had called walked up alongside the zombie-like vampires, all standing in a line. Stacey, Vincent, Niah, Journey and another man, no, a vampire. Vincent had not seen before faced them. For a brief moment of time, there was a chilling silence, before the vampires rushed towards the group, brandishing heavy broadswords.

Darkvein stood quite some distance away now, balancing himself with his long and dangerous blade. These pitiful rogues would be absolutely overwhelmed. That thought comforted the old vampire.

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

Sheathing his sword, Rok began to carelessly approach Lacera. He wasn't about to be worried by some inexperienced werewolf's pointless attacks. Especially when it seemed as though she wanted to stop fighting. It was already apparent she didn't know how to kill werewolves, despite her being one herself, and that put Rok very much at ease.

"I'm guessing you do not know me then. Which is quite apparent considering you were sent to kill me and must have researched information on me. Yet you do not know my age, you did not know I was a werewolf, and you do not know my real name? I'd say I'm doing pretty darn well.
The people who sent you to dispose of me wouldn't have known I was a werewolf either unless they found one of my previous werewolf acquaintances - which I highly doubt - and they certainly didn't know that a simple shot directly between the eyes wouldn't kill me, or they may have mentioned it to you.
No. I'd say I'm very cautious. I'm open about what I do because it is less suspicious. A man wafting through the records for decades and decades trying not to be noticed will be an easy target to pick up on. A man who lives short lives and only jumps between identities on rare occasions when his age no longer matches his appearance, on the other hand, is hard to pick up on..
I have lived long, and I've learned from the best. You think you know a lot about me, and so do your employers, but you nothing of me. And with my new assassination I can easily change my identity without even the slightest suspicion from anyone, including the people who payed you to kill me."

Now close enough to inspect her face carefully, Rok could finally try to recall who she was using all his senses. He walked carefully yet boldly now, allowing Lacera to back away slightly into the light.

"I would like to point out that you have been less cautious than me, just by the by. What with not doing enough research about your targets and suddenly taking jobs you would normally not accept. I heard your little monologue earlier, I know what you said.
But I wouldn't blame your decision making for that one. No, I think this one was fate."

As Lacera moved slightly to his words, some light shone through and lit up her face enough for Rok to recognise her perfectly. In a very subtle way, his face lit up with happiness. The sight of her face reminded him instantly of his younger sister, or at least what remained in his head of her. Even her scent reminded him of her innocence.
But this women was not innocent. She was a killer, a hired mercenary. How could he feel the need to protect her? His mind flashed back to her little monologue, followed by the event that let to him turning her.

"Baldur. The night he tried to massacre an entire town. You were the little girl. That sweet, innocent little girl. He was still young at the time. Shame, what horrors you've been trough..."
Rok paused for a moment.
"So it was fate."

Lacera stuttered, shocked at Rok's most recent discovery. She began to speak, but was cut short by a sudden reaction from Rok. He turned sharply to face the direction of a horrid signature, removing his katana as he did so. It was a signature so powerful and so evil that he could have picked it up from another world.
He could feel a new energy from it, a replenishing yet scarring energy. An energy he found himself drawn to. So much so that he forgot about the woman standing right behind him. And with that he launched himself towards this new threat, guided by curiosity and rage.

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My post may still be a bit skewed and confusing since I'm still feeling ill, so fair warning!

Lacera's fingers twitched at his revelation, her eyes narrowed as she felt her palms begin to sweat inside the leather gloves. His earlier response to her about commenting on his carelessness went over her head, ignored. The creature that had destroyed her home, her village and life, was some beast by the name of Baldur? Though of little help, she now knew what to call this veiled fiend. Perhaps even gain the revenge she had been waiting for since that day, if only he could be found. But with what Rok had said about how careful he had been... it may be nearly impossible unless she followed him, easy enough. As he called it 'fate', she had been brought to him in the first place. Not only that, but it would be easier to keep track of him since she knew he was a werewolf and she could try and follow his scent or that gentle tug. However, if fate was the true factor in this, then she would possibly find him when she needed him most? With flawed logic, she opened her mouth again--only to watch as he suddenly began running in a new direction.

Her senses were not as great as his, and probably never would be, but she did find a strange, cruel pulsing coming from the direction Rok had gone. Whatever it was, she wanted to know what this new menace may be, a silly hope that it may lead her closer to Baldur briefly flashing through her mind. Childish wants that should be pushed aside and ignored completely. "Wait!" She called after him, sheathing her sword and now opting for the gun she had in her belt...? Blinking, her hand gripped air, and she realized she had lost it when going for her katana. Cursing, she quickly searched and found the weapon, taking off after... What? Her turner? She was unsure what to call Rok as of yet, but she faithfully followed; nose wrinkling as the power seemed to get stronger with every step. "This better be ," she grumbled. Though she had unofficially tied herself to Rok for, mostly, selfish reason, she would have left him and gone back to the states to continue that failing search--even with him being a better choice. "Damn it all to hell," she scowled, now only a few paces behind the older lycan.

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

deliriousstudios:

OOC: Figgy, I'd appreciate it if you didn't just blow us all to oblivion with some absolutely inane and daft UV grenade. Half of the enemy vampires are perfectly normal and should not die so easily (or else they'll be no fight), the other half (around a dozen) are undead (zombies)...so UV most likely does not effect them, but we'll say it does since we can't undo what you wrote. Just as a heads up, since I didn't know you'd be joining, Darkvein must survive.

OOC: I know Darkvein has to survive (I read your posts) and the UV grenade only killed a couple dozen of the vampires. Oh, and I tried to hint at the fact that no zombies were killed by the UV grenade.

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My username has nothing to do with this!!!! --->

figgy13:

OOC: I know Darkvein has to survive (I read your posts) and the UV grenade only killed a couple dozen of the vampires. Oh, and I tried to hint at the fact that no zombies were killed by the UV grenade.

figgy13:

He threw it close enough to the hoard to kill alot of them but far enough to not harm Journey and her friends. A majority of the deformed vampires were burned into Oblivion. The older vampire was not affected by the UV rays oddly.

So what are these deformed vampires you're talking about? A couple dozen is 24 vampires. There are only around 12 (not including Niah, Journey, Vincent, Stacey and yourself)...
Yeah.

Anyway...

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