Jade’s hand was numb but it refused to stop scribbling viciously across the page. She had another dream last night. It had been more vivid, more earth shattering than those before it. Her mind stumbled, shifting through her thoughts with abandon.
Most of her visions were something real, that she knew would happen. They were tangible, solid. They did not tend to veer towards the impossible, the fantastic like this one did. What she saw could not exist on this earth. Perhaps it had been merely a dream. Not all of them had to hold meaning right? But the base of her spine tingled and she knew she was just making excuses. She never had normal dreams. It was a curse really. She remembered the pain, the seizure like state she succumbed to when in her trance of a vision and nodded mentally; definitely a curse… But could her cognition be playing dirty little tricks?

She furrowed her brow in frustration. She focused on the sketch pad before her, drawing the skin of armor, the eyes of fire. A long scar ran down his neck and it called, making her reach out and glide her finger down along the line she had drawn. She shaded more, making the crude grove pop into being. She closed her eyes, taking herself back to the vision, trying to remember.

He was in the forest… or at least she thought it was a he. It was muscular and lean and she sensed masculinity but couldn’t be sure. They were surrounded by trees and the night was dark and cold. It was dense and the underbrush scratched at her knees. Blood dripped from a cut over her right eye. She could feel the heat of it against her skin. The thing grabbed her by the hair roughly, pinning her against a tree and she screamed as if death itself had gripped her. He sniffed her, as if inspecting, sizing her up, and then she let her drop, crumpling to the ground below. She cowered there, shivering with disgust from the feeling of his scaly talons against her fair skin. She thought it was over, that he was moving away but he came back and lifted her up effortlessly, his grip hard and tight. He dragged her along beside him, not uttering a word. She didn’t say anything either and after the first few steps she stopped fighting his pull. She just walked muttering silent curses within her head.

“Good god, stop that racket.” He hissed, and she looked at him like he was nuts. He eyed her face and laughed coldly. “Yes, I can hear you cursing me, so don’t even think it. Just blank that silly little brain of yours and hush. I need to think.” He said it dryly, detached and all she could do was obey. His jaw was set and in that moment when he spoke he looked almost human. But the scales against her skin reminded her he was not. She knew he had a purpose for her but she wasn’t sure what it was and the thought frightened her.

Jade opened her eyes again, pulling herself out of the scene that had played over and over again in her head. She looked down at her drawing, and the green lizard looked back at her. She shuddered and snapped the notebook shut. Enough of this. Green, scaly men do not live on this planet. It was a past life… or… or something! She scowled, and heaved a heavy sigh. She rubbed the middle of her forehead where her intuition burned and tried desperately to ignore it. No green men. No green men!
She hopped in the shower, her body still alive with the hum of adrenaline that accompanied her visions. Not a vision, a nightmare. No green men. Sweat had permeated on the small of her back, and down the curve of her breasts. Nothing a little lavender soap wouldn’t cure. She let her head fall back and scrubbed until her skin was flushed, until her coal black locks hung wet and clean on her slender shoulders. She turned off the tap and dried, setting out for the day in a faded pair of jeans and a grey tank.

She’d never been flashy, and her outfit suited her just fine. She was soft spoken and deliberate; not a push-over, but she avoided confrontation when she could. She had enjoyed her 20th birthday last Saturday and her new fuzzy dice hung from her rear view mirror. She smiled, remembering the morning she found them, before she took the truck to school. They were gaudy and ridiculous, something she’d hate, just as Trevor intended. He hadn’t been able to resist. Ever since they were kids they’d bought the worst presents they could find for each other. It was sort of a competition these days.

She thwacked the obnoxious things with her finger and climbed into the driver’s seat. She was already plotting her revenge come Christmas. Banana hammock and Nair it was… She smiled to herself, and pulled out onto the street, headed to the university for a day of lecture halls…


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School was boring and uneventful. She was sharp as a tack and by third grade she’d already learned books were more fun than actually paying attention in classes. Luckily five o’clock signaled an end to her torture of monotone voices and she headed over to Jamie’s. She had arranged to meet up with her so she could get a dress for some wedding she was in. Jade hated dresses but agreed because, well she owed her one and she could use the excuse to pop into Barnes and Noble for the 3rd time this week.
Jamie ended up getting this sweet silky white number and then they were off to dinner. Around 8 o’clock Aaron called, and then they headed to the movies with a big group of friends. Wow, what a day. She was getting a headache by the end of it, even though she had to admit she’d enjoyed herself.

Around ten she headed home. Yet as she drove her headache kept getting worse. She became agitated. She didn’t know what was wrong but it couldn’t be good. Not with her intuition demanding this much attention. By the time she got to her street she was a nervous wreck. What if dad had hurt himself on that damn tractor? She skidded to a stop in front of the house, leaping out and ignoring the ignition. The engine idled loudly behind her as she ran up the steps.

She flung the door open wide and the feeling of horror hit her immediately. The house looked normal in every way, but she knew what she’d find in just a few steps. The scene flashed across her vision; her mother laying in a pool of blood in the kitchen, her brother hung and lacerated in the basement, her father’s body headless, caught as he ran for the forest, his last and only refugee.

Her stomach churned and she bent double, spilling the contents of her stomach across the linoleum at her feet. Tears streaked down her pale cheeks and she moaned in torment. She stumbled forward. She had to see it with her own eyes. She had to be sure.

She rounded the corner, holding her breath, praying to god that it wasn’t true. God didn’t hear her. There was her mother, exactly as she’d seen her. The lifeless eyes stared back at her and bile rose once again. She pushed it back down and crumpled to her knees before her fallen mother. She grasped the hem of her skirt in her palms, leaning in and smelling the warm vanilla scent that she had known since childhood. The scent was fading fast and Jade’s shoulders shook. Damn them. Damn them all. The room shook. Plates clattered in their cupboards. Appliances hit the floor with a clang, as her eyes clouded with grief and malice.

She searched her vision and watched as creatures in the bodies of men lapped at her brother’s blood. They had slit his neck and hung him upside down so they could better drain him, and still make it look like murder. To her it just looked like madness. She heard a door slam shut and knew they had found her car. She took one last look at the corpse that had been her mother, and wished she could stay, could avenge the life she had lost.

Yet if she stayed now she would meet the same fate. There were too many and she was weak. She whispered a vow of retribution some day, somehow, and fled.
She glanced behind her and she could see their shadows through the dining room window. Too close. Way too close. She snuck out the back, careful to close the door silently, but they smelt her anyways, changing direction to head around the perimeter of the ranch style home. She took off into the woods, trying to stay low and quiet, but failing miserably. They were blocking off all other exits so the forest was her only choice. She could hear nothing and it scared her. She knew they were chasing her, gaining speed… but they were so damn quiet, like a whisper in the trees.
She wore flat soled sneakers and slipped on a small bit of moss, nearly falling to the earth and loosing speed. She cursed herself for choice of footwear and plunged ahead, her breath coming in short spurts. She muttered as her legs began to weaken. She wasn’t going to make it. They were faster and stronger.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw a glimmer of skin and fabric. No more time. Run. Don’t stop. Live.

Her heart hammered fast. This was it, all the Hammond line taken out in one fell swoop. Her parents, her brother, and now she would be the last to fall. And to think… just this morning she’d been kicking herself for dreaming about dragons…

She hissed as she watched them in their gruesome ways, why they had to be so cruel to a humans family.. she had no idea, but she knew they wouldn't let the human get away. She sighed and chewed on her lip. She didn't want to see the poor girl hurt anymore, it seemed she was.. special. She frowned and snarled as one of the other vampires went to get close to the mother. "Touch her and I'll tear out your heart." She snarled, her fangs bared as her stance told them that she would attack if they got closer to the mum's body.

Her blue eyes started to turn red as her nostrils took in the scent of human blood, she shook her head, trying to shove the smell away... as intoxicating as it was, she managed to turn her eyes and senses away from the dead body to the vampires as they started to chase after the girl. Azariel's blue eyes widened, and she hissed and wrapped the shadows around her as she ran full tilt after the other blood suckers.. who were likely wanting to drain the poor girl dry of her crimson blood. She prayed the human knew a little bit about self defense, despite it probably wouldn't help none, since they were faster, and a helluva lot more deadly.

Azariel was running at another's side, and quickly she managed to get close enough to him so she could snap it's neck before he managed to tear a chunk out of her. Her fingers found one of her blades and she drove it through his chest after he'd gone to bite her, her hands resting on another of her blades as she forgot about the one that had been implanted into the other vampires heart, she didn't pay attention to what happened to it's body, just rushed forward, looking for the girl. The wind of her speed made her hair float behind her as she flew over the ground, covering it easily as she followed the scent of fear and anger.

She slowed, knowing she was getting closer. She knew the other vampires were still moving in nearly blinding speed, but she'd kill them if they touched her. The human was hers.. if she had to.. she'd kill all the vampires there before they could harm her to much. She bared her fangs and hissed again, before pouncing onto the back of another vampire and driving her crossed blades into the neck of the following vampire, and she easily moved her blades in a scissor like motion, cutting off the vampires head. After a quick moment of getting a bit of control, she leaped to her feet anf continued running, finally. She saw the girl.

As fast as she could she got to the females side and grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop. "Stay silent and try and calm down.. if they get near enough.. I won't be able to hold 'em off anymore." She said quickly, before she let go of Jade's arm and moved far enough away that the female could have her space. Azariel's mind and body were in fight mode, and her eyes were a redish- blue, while she waited for another vampire to move in.

Knowing she owed an explanation, she quickly glanced at Jade. "If you run.. they'll get you in a flash.. once they're gone.. i'll explain as best as I can.." She said with a bit of sympathy for the female. She didn't know what she'd been through, but she figured she was going to go through worse.. probably. She spun around suddenly, and hissed towards the bushes, her fangs bared as she spotted the red eyes of one of her 'kind' as he wondered if he should approach. They had wanted Azariel along with them because she was a good fighter, and wasn't scared to kill, but they hadn't known she still had/has a weakness for humans who've been through a lot.

Much to Azariel's horror, she hadn't been told about what they would be doing, just that she was to make sure the newly turned fed, and lived, but hell... no one had told her that they'd be going after a human family, she couldn't stand it anymore, seeing all the horrible things her kind did for a simple drop of blood.

OOC: Will post as Damien later on.. << I think that's long enough.. lol.

Garen glanced down at the twisted body of the werewolf that lay dead cold on the floor before him. The werewolf he had killed. In death it had reverted to it’s human form, now just another murder case for the police to try and solve. It had not been a difficult kill as kills went. The werewolf had been unsuspecting, oblivious that he was living on borrowed time. It had barely had time to transform in the first place before Garen’s silver blade slid easily through the fur and flesh, finding its mark at the beast’s heart and stealing those last few grains of sand from the hourglass.

Garen turned from the body and began to absent-mindedly clean the silver tipped long knife with a spare piece of cloth, wiping away the blood before it could dry. Wiping away any evidence that it was his blade that had slain the man who lay on the floor before him, the pool of deep red blood beneath him still spreading as it filled.

Garen didn’t like to dwell on those he killed, but inevitably, after each target was dead he wondered about their lives. How they had lived, who they were, what they had done. For surely, in the Vampire-Werewolf war, it was the werewolves who were on the side of the right? It was definitely they who seemed to save more lives than they took. They were interested in protecting human life, and the vampires in taking it. And so with each kill Garen took another step further away from the life he truly wanted, and another step closer to self-destruction. For was that not what he was after? He could have easily snuck up on the beast in the dark; the knife would have worked just as well from behind. There would have been no noise, no struggle. Only a silver glint in the dark, the blade positioned at the perfect angle, up between the ribs and into the heart. But no, instead he had let the werewolf see him, let it transform. He had given it the chance to kill him, because he knew that secretly, part of him wanted the werewolves to win, and for that, he needed to die.

Garen shook off these thoughts and gave the body, and the room one last look before sheathing the blade in his belt beneath his trench coat and sweeping out of the room. Although he had entered by the window he exited by the door, climbing down the stairwell, past the other apartments in the building and finally out the front two doors, meeting no one. As he exited the building he pulled his hood up over his head, covering most of his face completely before he stepped out onto the street. It took only moments before he had brushed past someone, his fingertips on his left, un-gloved hand, barely touching their arm and he took his hood off again. A different face stared out than the one that had been there moments before. He still had the same eyes, ears and lips, but his nose had changed, as had the shape of his jaw. He had taken a few key pieces of that persons face and combined them with his own, building something completely different. He had found it was always useful to change your face before and after a kill, it helped if there were ever any witnesses. But there never were. He made sure of that.


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Almost an hour later he entered his harbour side home. Not as glamorous as it sounded, Garen lived in an abandoned building next to an old unused docking station. All around him was rotting wood mixed with the reek of the sea and the old rusted out hulls of ships long dead. It was not the perfect home, but it suited his needs. The vampires gave it to him, and he was promised he would never be disturbed by anyone here, other than the vampires who would give him targets. Despite this, groups of teenagers would still on occasion come down and spray paint the walls. Garen was fine with this, just so long as they remained outside. And for reasons unknown to him they always did.

As always, he slid his knife between the door and the wall and felt it stab into the beam that kept out intruders. He levered it out and then entered, making sure to slide the beam back into place behind him. In the safety of his own home he removed his long coat, leaving bare the various animal parts that he had attached to him. His back and chest were covered in protective armour plating, something he had taken from a beetle of some kind. His left arm, from shoulder to wrist was covered in hair, resembling that of a gorilla. From around his waist uncurled an oversized scorpions tail, stinger and all. He removed the glove that he always kept on his right hand, revealing the deadly, extendable, cat like claws he had hidden there. He glanced at his reflection in the room’s large mirror and grinned, revealing his regular human teeth he had taken when he transformed his jaw. He would have to find a dog of some kind so he could have powerful canines once more, not a vampire because taking on any vampiric traits would give him there weaknesses also, his job description usually meant tracking wolves during the day.

He turned as three deep knocks resounded from the front door, echoing though the almost empty house. He threw his trench coat back over himself and pulled his right hand into a fist to hide the claws before going to the door. He lifted the heavy wooden beam then opened the door a crack to see a shadowy figure at his doorstep. “You have your kill, the wolf is dead. Come back when you have another target for me.” Was all he said, before closing the door rather unceremoniously in the vampires face.

(OOC: feel free to be that vampire anyone who wants 2 b. You can have another target or something.)

Jade stumbled as an arm reached out to grab her. The grip was abnormally strong and she was flung back, landing on her behind. The woman, who's face was contorted into a snarl of fangs and rage said quietly,

as she pulled her into the under brush.

Jade's eyes widened, and she stifled the scream that lay on the edge of her lips. Some secret part of her mind told her this one was a friend. She would help, for the moment, although Jade knew she was just as much a killer as the rest.
The woman's voice came out as more of an angry gasp and Jade had no choice but to obey. Honestly, she had no other options.

Jade nodded and grabbed a nearby stick. It was sturdy and the tip was jagged and sharp, yet it made her feel like a child, playing at some schoolyard game. She raised her chin in defiance.

"How many?" Jade breathed, slightly panicky but still some how remaining stable. She closed her eyes, trying to gather herself and all she saw were holidays, her parents laughing, her brother teasing, and then she watched them die in her unnatural vision, over and over until her hands shook. She tossed her head, trying to clear it and gripped the stick harder.

If only she had been there... she could have done something. She could have saved them. She knew in her right mind this wasn't true, and she she would have died along with them but her thinking was clouded by grief. She wanted to die, she wanted to be with her family. Perhaps that had been be destiny. Perhaps the fact that she was alive right now was some cruel joke. A twig snapped, stirring her from her musings.

Think of something useful, she told herself, because that stick would do absolutely nothing to save her. She breathed deep, sucking in the wet forest air. It was cold and stung her lungs but she welcomed the slight pain, for it awakened her senses. She honed all her energy on the last few creatures that were advancing. She used her abilities willfully for the first time in many months.

It was like jumping into a cold ice bath and her body trembled with the effort. She closed her eyes and in her mind saw them. The woman had killed two, but there were 4 more. And they were pissed.

"Two from the south, one coming east. The last one is lagging behind, I don't know why."
She whispered to her new, and unexpected savior.

"I... I can't help. I... I'm going to die here like the rest of them. You should go now... get out of this damned... this god forsaken place while you can."
She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to fend off the cold. She wasn't this scared girl. She wasn't this weak. Pull it together, she told herself, but her body would not comply.

Blade had been watching. There was nothing, no sentence that could better describe what Blade had been doing for so many years, better then "Blade had been watching". The day she had been born, Blade had been given a single order. It wasn't a typical order, but it was an order. Blade was not in a position to argue, or to ask questions. The order was simple...protect the girl called Jade. So, he had sat, watching. Always watching. Some days, he wished he could kill some vampires for his former master. Some days, he wished he could be taking place in this war. The werewolves were dieing in combat for what they believed in, why couldn't he? Because he her Guardian. He watched her grow to the age she was now, protecting her on occasion, but never letting Jade know she was being protected. She was civilian, she didn't need to know about the war. it was better that way.

He watched her in childhood, as she played with her old friends. He watched her reach her teenage years. he had always been with her, but never allowed to speak to her. That was what perhaps frustrated Blade the most about being able to only watch. He could never talk to her. What was more, Blade had a deep secret, a secret which even his fellow squad members were not aware of. He shouldn't even have the secret, but he did and it wasn't going to go away. He just couldn't ever acknowledge it...or else...things would become far too complicated. he could no longer be jade's guardian. it would ruin everything.

Blade knew everything about Jade, the drawings she made in her journal, the color of her eyes. And even now, he watched. But, the time of watching had come to an end. The vampires had moved to quickly for him to save her family, but it was Jade that was his concern. So...with a sound no more then a whisper, blade enterred the fray, appearing directly before his mistress.

"Jade! Stay close to me. You WILL be alright. I promise..." He said, a kitana forming, seemingly out of thin air in his hands. He acknowledged the other vampire, the one who had helped her with a quick nod, before turning to where the other vampires were coming from. He waited, unmoving, unblinking, before he knew they were within ear shot.

"Good evening gentlmen.Lovely night is it not?" he said as the first vampire emerged, surprised to find so much opposition. He went to pull out a weapons, but blade was quicker, running at the creature with the kitana, and dragging his sword across it's chest three times, before bringing it through the creatures neck. The creature fell to the ground, soul removed from it's body completely. Not that the others could see it. Suddenly, as quickly as he himself had appeared, the other twelve of his squad members emerged from the darkness, encircling Jade protectively. Two more vampires emerged, and ran almost immediately at Blade. Blade's sword disappeared, a new weapon, this time a staff appearing in his hands. he planted the staff on the ground, leapt off it, and kicked one of the leech's to the ground. the second vampire tried to impale him with a sword, but Blade was quicker. Blade managed to move just quick enough for the sword not to cause a killing blow, but still managed to obtain a deep gash down his chest. Blade knew this was not the time to worry about his wound, and took the staff, smacking it across the creatures hand, instantly breaking it. The creature cried out in pain, dropping it's weapon, as the staff disappeared, to be replaced by a gun. Vance put the gun to the vampires head, and pulled the trigger, before turning to the first vampire, finally getting up.

Almost immediately, the gunw as replaced by five throwing daggers. Blade threw them, the blades whirling through the air, as they enterred the vampires chest. It fell to the ground once more, this time not getting up. Blade sighed with relief, and turned back to the squad, still in a protective circle around jade.

He gave them a nod, and all of them disappeared, leaving only him, jade, and the other vampire alone.

"That leaves one then...are you alright Jade?" he asked, concern written in his not quite human eyes. He walked up to her,placing his hand across the wound on his chest. It wouldn't kill him, but he couldn't survive too many of these.

Anak'suniamun. The Priestess. Porcaline perfection- aged like a fine mercury throughout the ages she was unlike one dead, but even more unlike one alive. It was almost as if she had never been alive. She had never, infact been alive. She was the most elder and prominent of her race left- though she scarce consciously relate herself to the foolish, filthy mongrels that claimed the regal and domineering title of "vampire". It would be just as fair as it would be unfair to call her a vampire after all, she was so much more.. in a sense.... and less in another.
Her features, carved exquistely from the purest living marble. So perfect it rivalled the purest strand of silvery moonlight, the smoothest diamond. And a diamond she was. Eternal, unbreakable, cold, and unfeeling. She was also beautiful. But hauntingly so. Her eerie presence could silence any meeting, her step barely flitting across the dense surface of the roiling earth as she glided above it- above air. Raven hair of pure flowing silk flew around her, long and untamed as it seemed to be nearly sentinent, attuned to her movement instead of the movements of others or the world around her. It would not be far fetched to imagine she could control even that after a bare glimps of her- for those that were so lucky. Her eyes of the pales blue they shocked clouds out of the sky as fast as her prensece could bring about a rumbling and toiling storm dark and dense as her mind. Her jaw was cut sharp, with a timid softness alluring enough that none could rip their eyes from her gaze- immortal or otherwise. She was a slight woman, slender to the point of being nearly transparent as her skin could blend with the frosty white of snow. However slender she may be, intimidation came to all those in her presence, her smile as dark as that of an imposing doom... yet as breathtaking as a shimmering golden sunrise.
And this afternoon she had many things to get to. Her still heart refused to pound for her as it had simply stopped doing so after enough millenias on this earth. She had seen the rise and fall of human civilization and found herself so thoroughly disgusted with all of them she could scarce bare their presence from a block away. Even to feed on the rarest occasion that she did she chose to cringe away from the vile creatures and took animals instead. Then again even that simple pleasure stopped mattering long ago.
Nearly uttering a sigh The Priestess sharply sucked air in through her razor teeth in an attempt to shield all such nonsense from her head. It was so long ago she cared for the contrast of warmth on her skin. In her body even. So long since warm fires played over her exquisitely sensitive skin, her flesh rising and falling with the tide of the drum. With the echoes of her people... gone with the choes of time and the echoes of dignity. These people believed in nothing- raping their women and children, abusing themselves with such vigour- that now they were nothing. Why should a creature live when all it can keep it's small mind fixated on was taking life, or otherwise creating things ultimatly for the worst. But long ago..... no, she shook her head, her delciously tantilizing strands of hair swaying around her body, brushing acorss her skin in the only contact she had know for centuries. And as of late.. known too well. Who was she to keep these.. mortals, who should above all else cherish life, from their eager persuit to end it?
As usual the figure staring back at her from the mirror looked as it did every other day. Chistled and moulded to an unearthly perfection, large overwhelming eyes sharp and stinging, her body tiny, but that is not to say she didn't have a soft swell of breasts under her sharply accented collarbones. Her skin so pale it made snow look yellow and other vampires look positively pink and glowing next to her shimmering, radient complexion. With the power to deflect even the barest light from her skin she kept diligent on either living in the shadows or covering up. Black made her look so much less human she wore only one colour- white. At the moment she had a delicate gold armband (a relic in itself from her later ruling day nearly 2,500 years ago) wrapped around a ruby eye center, A thin dangling gold headpiece which hung over her forehead like a symbol, the tarnished ancient gold so startling against her white skin it nearly glowed. All she wore for clothing was a very simple silk dress in a white which matched her skin. It hung to her knees, and was suspended by very delicate straps completeing her look of utter fragilty and youth- only her eyes telling a different story. Barely sweeping her arm over herself she stood bare seconds later in a long white trench coat, barely brushing the ground as she wore white boots brushing her knees under it all. Grabbing a pair of black sunglasses she swept soundlessly from her cold chambers into her waiting room where her two guards had held their patients.
" Come." She simply commanded in a bare whisper as she storde past them without even sparing a glance.
Jogging slightly too keep up with her lengthy strides the two men in dark suits pulled out an organizer of some sort. Blackberry, they had called it. And now as she knew they were going to do an overview of everything she already knew she had to be getting too. Barely registering them as they spoke she stopped so abruptly at the last part they crashed into themselves in an attempt to stop at the same pace.
" A new hunter....." She whispered. It was not a question. Mearly a remark they were wise enough to knwo she demanded further explaination on.
" yes....." The eldest one said with some meausre of confidence. After nearly 800 years in her service she comended him for it. " We need an outsider. And not a vampire.... for your latest... cause."
" ah." She parely let wind escape her lips as she aknowledged the factor. OFcourse the minds of her workers were open to her and once she had their thoughts on the matter she took all other information from them. " you kwno what to do." It was not spoken any louder, but the tone dictated their next actions. They were to emply the ... man... shifter..... thing. Garen, they had chosen to do the job. An escort was being sent as they spoke.
"come". She did not even have need to utter it allowed as her men hurried after her. She had two meetings, and an... inquisition to handle before nightfall. This was going to be a busy day.

Earthsong let out a low growl as she watched her selected target walk away from the dead body of a werewolf from the rooftop; that wolf was her friend, and one of the first recruited.

And now, this murderer shattered it!

It made her blood boil with anger, and her eyes flashed dangerously, the want for just leaping out and sinking her fangs into his skin tempting her.

But she refrained.

There was something about how the man moved that intruged her, and it sparked her curiousity when he began to go in a specific direction. Still in her wolf form, she followed silently, her huge paws soundlessly padding against the surface of the roof.

She waited until he was on the streets before she began to leap down the building, simply leaping off the high surface, and landing without a single bruise.

The curiousity only increased when the male put a hood over his head, briskly walking from the building, out of the city. She followed in suit, keeping a good many feet away from him, but it was futile to try and be sneaky around other people; every child she ran into stopped her to pet her head, or an adult tried to call the dogcatchers on her.

'Foolish species, they are.' She thought, shaking her head. 'At least some of the humans are actually decent.'


Her little following treck led her to a harbor-side house, making her stop along the bank of a nearby creek. What was this man up to?

He didn't come out for several minutes, so Earthsong decided it was best for her to just wait; who knew what would happen at such an odd place to stay.

Garen sighed as once more, three sharp knocks echoed through his home. Maybe they did have another job for him? When it came to his targets, Garen neither enjoyed nor disliked going after werewolves. Or at least that’s what he told himself. In truth there was part of him that enjoyed the hunt. It revelled in the kill. Maybe this part of him had come about from his life of constantly having the animal parts of predators, that constant contact with being a killer could have affected his brain. Maybe it was in his blood, from generations of Sect hunters who had been animals time and time again. Whatever it was, he probably could not live his life without some sort of hunt, some sort of prey. Then again there was the part of him that hated what he did, despised it with a passion, despised himself with a passion, because he knew he was fighting for the wrong side. But this part he would surely never admit to. Admitting he hated the killing of werewolves would mean that he would have to stop, and that would be a betrayal in the eyes of the vampires and would leave him without a side. Unable to be human, and without a side in the war, Garen would have nothing. At least his current state gave his life some sort of meaning, some direction.

Turning away from the mirror once more, Garen didn’t bother with the trench coat this time. He strode to the door and lifted the beam once more, this time flinging it open wide. "Enter, and close the door." was all he said before turning and walking back to his desk, and glancing down at the array of silver tipped weaponry he had there. It was rare to find this much pure silver in one place, but Garen had inherited all his parents’ gear, and he always made sure to retrieve it after a kill.

He didn’t hear the vampire enter, or close the door, but he didn’t expect to. When he turned around the door was closed and the vampire stood before him. He had learned long ago of how silent a vampire could be. He had also learned that werewolves could be just as silent when they wished, but that was a different matter entirely.

Garen simply raised his eyebrows at the vamp, expecting it to speak. "My mistress wishes that you meet with her. She has a target for you.”
Garen raised an eyebrow. This is not how things are usually done.”
“Nevertheless, you will go to her. It is her will.” The icy cold tones of the vampire seemed to seep through the house.
Garen thought for a moment and then nodded. “I will see her if she has a target for me.” He threw his trench coat back over his animal parts, the scorpion’s tail curling once more around his waist, and pulled on his glove. “Lead away”

Garen truly despised the way the majority vampires acted, so cold and like they were so far above you. Little did he realise the way he acted around others was hardly better. He had never had serious contact with other people. He had never talked to a human, or even a werewolf despite having hunted them for so long. He had listened of course, when hunting werewolves. That was how he knew so much about the werewolf-vampire war, but he had never even had a real conversation. Not within memory anyway.

(OOC: youl have 2 set the meeting in a place of your own choosing. Ill already be there.)

The physical connection between The Priestess and her subjects was solidly wrought. All those that worked for her, were the closest to her. If anyone could be considered close. She had created each and every one of them, specifically to her needs, yet she kept the contact not through the age old blood ties as normal sires did. She did not share her blood, or had ever shared her blood with any one individual. Anak'suniamun understood it would be an unwise choice to bestow another creature with blood so pure and so refrained from doing so. These men and women had tied their souls to her and she knew them so completely she could see through their eyes and feel through their skins at any moment which she chose. Normal " vampires" around the world- the ones that fed off the living going around and raping, demolishing, or otherwise causing large and obvious attacks were none of her concern, they did not even know of her existence. She perfered not to disclose herself to the unworthy vermin. All of her hybrids had a code- a strict code to follow. They could not mingle with humans, or drink human blood at any time. They were free to do as they wished amongst themselves, and for sustinence they lived by the code and had the choice between animal, werewolf (for the rare few mutants that enjoyed it), or clone blood. Real humans were seen as filthy and unworthy of even her lowest most meaningless possessions. In return they were held privvy to the highest level of protection available, extra abilities, and fair treatment. The Priestess was nto an unfair ruler, she did not abuse or take unfairly and most of her emplyees were there of their own free will. Her disgust was with the human's nature- what they made themselves into. They were once decent and she even found a certain interest in studying them, looking over them. But their fates had twisted to destroy themselves- and they planned to take everything else alive along with them... something she could simply nto allopw if it ment killing each and every one of them to revert the earth back to what it was ment to be- free, untamed, not shakled, bruised and raped.
The thought sent a chill of hatred and spite through her viens and she quickly shook the powerful feeling off. Feelings knew their place with her by now Unshackled she could loose her grip so easily, the barest tingle and her skin would become electified. Unclentching her fists she siphoned the emotion out, letting it seep from her pores, leaving her body cool and hard in it's wake. She had alot to do before the sun even set, and even more come the latter.
Closing her eye for a moment as she followed the well mapped routes of her mansion The priestess slipped into the skin of her messenger. Alexander. He had made contact she mused, quite soon, with the subject. It was very rare she hired outside her own business- but this called for it. SHe watched, heard, and felt the transaction between them silently and Alexander was unaware of her prensence within him as she wished it so. As soon as he was finished she drifted back into her own body, heaving a sigh for once. That made it three meeting, and an inquiry all before sun down. Almost chucking to herself she shook her long locks, it was shocking for anyone to see a vampire out in full daylight but what they failed to graps was the fact that these were not in fact really vampires. They were a hybrid race patched together from both sentinent and unwavering mettle- moving fluidly with strength and grace by her own power more then actual free will. This was she had found a way to find vampires using her necromancy giving them phenominal powers- and putting them under complete control while allowing the mind to retain consciousness. Most any vampire would come to her just for that ability alone- no matteer the price. All yearned to walk the day- even if they had to be constructed through dead matter partly.
Just as her elegant steps decended from the great terrace of rare blue marble that lead up to her abode, a sleek, styligh, yet unsuspecting black car pulled up while her henchmen ran to open the door for her as she slipped with a grace that put the most eloquent immortal to shame into the back seat. Connecting her mind with that of her Alexander she whispered his instructions to him. He was to bring the guest into the foyer, and wait for her. She had a few things to complete first. She would see him at sundown.
First on the agenda she had a meeting with the mortal director of one of the local hospitals in regards to her powerful business in which she controlled all transactions to most hospitals of blood. It would seem they were very interested in her new prodect- clone blood and were willing to discuss a more permanent relationship. Then she had a meeting with mroe mortals- these not nearly so noble as they were making the transaction for the latest shipment of Uranium Bullets. Then she had a certain.... fugitive to question herself (her lips twitched at this thought for the barest second), and only then could she finally go and pay a visit to her guest.
As they arrived at the solid black skyscraper- her head office, Anak'suniamun flowed out of the car before it ever stopped fully, gliding over the stairs without so much as a nods backwards to her drivers. All of the other emplyees (human one where her human business was rquired to run with some semblence of noramality as to not arouse the suspicions of anyone) had been ordered the day off as they always are when she makes a presence in the building. Upon their exit The Priestess ordered her own cleaners to scrounge every surface until all that was left was the barest scent of fresh lemon- the noticable filth beneath it bearable enough for a few minutes. She wouldn't need long.
Sweeping into the Large and equisite boardroom on the very top floor she caught her guests poking at a few relicts and made her presnece known. Jumping slighly the blading man ran a hand through his thin hair, a few clumps comming away as he did so. Clearing his throat he attempted to alleviate the pressure on his chest by loosening his tie and cooling his beet red face.
" I.... i'm very so....orry.. you startled me...." He stammeded looking anywher but at her. " As usual..." He finished, the last bit spilling out ina breathless whsiper she was not ment to catch. Snapping her head to his direction she nodded towards the chair.
" To business, Mr. van Dot." Her soft voice whispered as she took her own seat- never once removing her sunglasses. " You want my cloe blood..... i will give it for a flat fee per pint, aswell as 25% of all profits you make from it along the way." She simply stated, avpiding the pleasantries.
" .....20......25.... percet?" The man obviously gulped. " Thats so much..." He was sweating now.
Cocking her head slightly to the side one thinly arched perfect eyebrow shot up from under her glasses. " oh? Will that be a problem.... and that includes the quantities of leftovers you supply to your Don, which you conviniently charge your paying customers..." Her musical, angelic voice of pure velvet encased him as her tone did not quaver, but an undertone of something near disgust shone through. At this point he lost all colour in his face- blanching until he was nearly as white as she was.
Wrinking her nose she rose- so aburply he jumped in his seat and scooted back alittle. " I will recive my payments upon your first shipment, and with each shipment hearafter." Her lips barely moved as her whispered voice trailed across the length of the room to chill him. And with that she spun on her heel and exited, massaing her temple as she decended into the elevator. That man was so.... disgusting she was getting a headache from being in the same room with him. And that was only one of them. He would pay- with a generous interest she already knew without a doubt. Her driver awaited as he loyal henchmen already held the door for her. " My lady....." He dictated to her mind as she passed soundlessly onto the solitary blackness of her transport. Leaning her head back she whiped off her dark glasses and stared up at her cieling. She hated wearing the damned things- but it was necessairy if she was around anyone. Cursing absentmindedly to herself she prepared herself for her next venue.

Azariel smiled slightly as the female answered herself, and she realized, that this human wasn't quite so human, and she felt the urge to protect her all the more. She nodded. "Yes, that's exactly how many.. I smell them. And the last one's probably lagging because he's either having doubts, or.. he's the toughtest... and probably hoping I'll be weak enough that he can kill me so he can.. get to you." She said quietly, her senses keenly following the aproaching vampires.

She hissed, and glanced behind her as another presense entered her area, but she didn't recognize it. It wasn't human, vampire, nor werewolf, she frowned, until she saw a male figure come out of the bushes, and she frowned until he spoke.

She watched as he pulled out a Katana, and faced the way teh vampires were coming from, she wondered what he was. It wasn't very often she saw someone like him, and she knew that just by how he was holding himself.

She nodded back, having the feeling he could take the rest of her kind, she crossed her arms against her chest and watched him basically slaughter her companions, if you'd dare to call them that, and then to her suprise twelve others appeared and circled Jade. Azariel frowned, as something from her passed echoed across her memories about a prophecy or something. She looked at Jade, then to the thirteen warriors. She smiled a little, and covered her nose as the scent of blood flooded the air, she felt her fangs lengthen and her eyes begin to shift, but she wouldn't hurt anyone.

Protectors? Is that what they were.. they knew Jade, she'd only known the girls name cause she had snooped around the house a bit, and had found the girls name on the back of a picture. She watched them, a tick starting in her jaw as she clenched her jaws together, trying to get ahold of herself, her 'wild side.' She didn't want to end up like her kin that were slain here, nor did she want to attack the human..if that's what she was.

She smiled, yes, he was deffinatly her protector. She looked at the bodies, and raised her eyes to Jades other savior, and raised an eyebrow, before fingering her blades, wondering if she should try and take revenge, but she wouldn't she knew that. She wasn't stupid, not to mention she had just been protecting the same human as him. She was being abnormally silent, but then, I guess one couldn't blame her, it wasn't like she was used to someone sweeping in and taking all the fun away, even if the fun had been killing her own. She looked at Jade, and walked over and handed her the picture she had been looking at earlier, the picture she'd found Jade's name on. "Here Jade.. I'm sorry for what they did.. I would have stopped them if I'd known-" She quit speaking abruptly, her body going completely straight.

"Ahh, so I've found you my sweet little wife... Where in this little town are you?.. if you don't tell me, I'll find you." Damien's voice echoed throughout her head telepathically, and immediatly, she would have smelt of fear and rage. He'd finally found her? How? She snarled, her rangs baring, as she started towards the bushes, her eyes blazing red.

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He padded silently through the bushes, his nose raised as he tried to find where her scent was coming from, there was nothing else around his, but her scent and the trees. He knew that for sure, since both his werewolf and vampire senses told him that. He sighed as he lost the scent through a stream, but he knew she'd follow it down, probably heading towards a town or city. He froze, it was more recent then all the others, he raced after it, following it closing, his nose almost on the ground as he splashed through the stream.

"Ahh, so I've found you my sweet little wife... Where in this little town are you?.. if you don't tell me, I'll find you." He said to her telepathically once he sensed the mental connection between them was stronger, since he was her sire, they had a strong connection, even though he was weak when it came to telepathy.

His fur bristled, before her laughed loudly, his barks filled with contentment at her rage and freight, she hadn't been expecting him to find her after so many years, but he knew she was still running, running from their past, and her end of her future. He felt her rage build and he stumbled as she sent it flying at him over their link, it was like he was blasted by a huge group of fans. He felt his fur bristle, and her growled. "Knock it off, Mrs. MacBeth, You know I'll find you.. and you know I'll kill you. So why not make it easier, and just tell me where the hell you are?" He asked her with a bite to his mental tone.

"Shove it up your ass and twist it to the side Damien, I ain't tellin you where I am you fuckin asshole! I told you over a 100 years ago that if you found me, I wouldn't stand down and let you kill me! You know I'm goin to fight back." Damien laughed quietly at Azariel's words, he'd known she was planning on fighting back, not like he gave a shit, he was stronger, always had been. "Very nice sweetheart, I plan on fighting." He said back before he felt Azariels literally chop off the line with her mind. one would think she'd done that years ago, but.. apparently not. He continued followng her scent.

Her head swam. Who were these people and what did they want from her? She stumbled back, away from his reach, but he barely noticed, turning his attention to the approaching enemy.

His strokes spoke to great hours of practice. But what kind of man... or whatever he was fights with swords anymore? She huddled against a tree angrily, tears streaming down her face. She was so confused, lost in this surreal abyss her life had become.

Out of no where many men came to encircle her. They all looked just like the first, only their faces were empty, the most prominent feature their eyes. She clenched her legs up against her body, and one came to her.
He was older it seemed, for he spoke softly and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Quiet now little one. It's almost over." She hadn't been called a "little one" since puberty but somehow his words brought her comfort.

She watched as one of the killers got in a lucky shot, sending a crimson line down the front of the man's shirt. She cringed and was forced to look away. She had seen enough bloodshed for this evening and each drop reminded her of that, kitchen, that basement, that hell. She shook, rocking back and forth on her heels in her fetal position.

No more death. Make it stop. She could feel the emotions of the vampires as life was sucked out of them. She could hear their screams over and over in her head. It was almost as bad as hearing her families deaths if not for the fact that it was just deserved. She grabbed her ears, hoping to block out the noise but it was no use. The voices, the hurt was inside her head. She moaned, low and torturous, her eyes closed. Rocking, always rocking.

"No, stop. Make it stop."

Monsters don't exist. Oh god, she wished she could believe that. She knew the truth now but her mind couldn't quite wrap around it. Her mouth was cry and her palms sweaty.

The last vampire never came. Perhaps they needed someone to report back, to tell the tale of a human girl who had escaped their clutches. Whatever the reason it made her uneasy. One was still out there. One would come for her. She would never be safe.

She just shook, her eyes not focusing on him, her blood pressure rising. She reached out and ran her fingers through the streak of red liquid and rubbed her now red fingertips together. She stared, as if she'd never seen blood before.

"Why..." She asked, mystified that these people would risk their lives for her...
She was freezing and she tried to wrap her hands around her to keep her warm but it was of no use. The cold shiver up her spine wasn't the weather, it was what was to come and what had come to pass.

The female approached her and she flinched in response. She was thankful but didn't trust anyone right now. She had just had her life ripped from beneath her and she wasn't in a good place.

She took the photograph from her, and glanced at it quickly before clutching it to her chest and waiting for the tears to come... Yet they never did. She left numb, dead inside as if someone had turned off her ability to feel, or even to think. There was only her, and the earth beneath her.

She just nodded to the woman, her only sign of thanks. She couldn't manage to speak, her vocals to constricted with emotion. The picture had shown her hanging from her big brothers strong arms, slung over his shoulder. He was facing away from the camera and her parents had some how jumped into the shot. Her face was all red from the blood rushing to her head, and completely unattractive.

Her heart ached, knowing that she'd never get to laugh with them again. Someone needed to pay, and soon.
Why... She repeated, her eyes filled with rage.




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Leila sat quiet and still. She had used her position as the daughter of her deceased alpha for the first time, calling a meeting of the lycan packs. The lycans, unlike the vampires, believed in democracy, so all eleven of the major packs had sent forth a representative to stand for their pack.

Unlike the times of old when they’d met by candle light in a great hall of a northern kingdom, they were crammed into a private room below a human night club. Music boomed from above, rocketing her adrenaline to the heavens. She was already on edge and it really wasn’t helping. They were all in human form, but you could see the animal ferocity behind their eyes.
A large black male of the Northern packs, US and Canadian territories, sat at the other end of the table. He eyed her curiously. Werewolves, like their wolf brethren are patriarchal and to see a female at the head of the council was rare indeed. In fact, a female lycan in general was rare because most women cannot survive the change or lycan mothers cannot carry a baby to term without shifting. Shifting would kill the child instantly.

When Leila had been born, her parents were thrilled. Her mother had remained in wolf form all through the pregnancy and the birth in order to keep the child. It had nearly driven her mad to be out of her human body so long but she always claimed it was worth it.
When Leila’s father, head of the lycan council had died she knew it was her duty to take on his role. He had no sons, so without her there would be a battle for dominance that she wished to avoid. They were at battle with the vampires, and internal struggles would only weaken them.
Chivalry and respect for her father had kept her safe thus far from challengers, but many wanted her hand in union, so they could be alpha. It was a much cleaner way than killing such a valuable female.
She glared at the black lycan, knowing that’s what he probably had in mind. They all just wanted the same thing; to use her.

The others shuffled in, distracting him, to which she was grateful. Once all were seated she rose, ready to deliver her news. Blades sergeant had come to her the moment Jade’s parents had been slain and she now knew the truth. The first stage of the prophecy was in motion.

“Good evening, Gentlemen.” She said softly but with bravery. The room fell silent.
“I have called this meeting because the time of The Spirit is upon us. The woman has been driven from her home as prophesied. As you all know, in the times of Adam it was written,

When the moon is dark and all is bleak,
A seer will come, so shall you seek.
The great war will lay in her grasp alone.
A choice she must make of who she shall own.
A monster, a beast, or perhaps a man,
Their union will reveal the ultimate plan.
Blood and malice will drive her out.
Then haste you must make, or your future’s in doubt.

Jade has fled because the vampire hordes have murdered her parents. She has been under watch by our greatest protector, but the question is… do you now believe? And what will we do with her? She has not yet grown into her full potential and is still weak. Yet, I say we secure her and then we make our move on the vampire stronghold in Chicago.”

An old wolf cleared his throat.
“But what is she is not the one; What if all these resources are wasted in vain?”

“Then we will have followed the wrong path but have gained much knowledge.” She said confidently. “My father believed in the prophecy and so do I. The prophet has not failed us before.”

“But what of this union the prophecy speaks of? She is no use to us until this happens… for we do not know the great design. Bring her to our pack in Rome. We will safeguard her until the time is right.”

“Demetris, you are wise but in this you are wrong. The female speaks the truth. She is not safe with any of our kind. We have found their headquarters so they undoubtedly have found ours. The farther away from us the better off she is. We should take Chicago. It would be a great victory for us and it will draw attention away from Jade. Plus, if we don’t move on them now we may lose them again for many months; that I will not tolerate.”

“Thank you.” Leila said, how her head in his direction. “Demetris, the council acknowledges your brave offer but as he has said, we must secure her away from the heat of battle. The war is at its height and the closer to our kind she is, the greater the target on her head."

“Aye, but what of this protector, can he be trusted?” Another asked.

“I would die for him, and he for me.” Leila replied simply, daring anyone to challenge her, dark eyes scanning their faces. A few nodded.


The rest of the meeting was focused on what scouts to send to Chicago. The black lycan agreed to send his best ahead and have them report back. Once they had done so three of the best from each pack would move in and eliminate the threat.

Leila stood at the door after all was concluded. This was the part she’d been dreading the most. As leader of the council it was the others duty to expose their necks to her as they left. She was to sniff them in return. It was an old tradition, which they did mostly by instinct as a display of dominance.

Would they accept her as her father’s daughter and their new leader, or would they challenge her authority? She gritted her teeth as the first of them approached. Her stance was no nonsense, intimidating with her legs set wide. Her eyes narrowed; evaluating his movements, preparing for a fight should it break.

He looked at her, sizing her up, and then slowly angled his head. She internally heaved a sigh of relief as she took in his musty smell.
She let her throat rumble and set her hand on his shoulders.
“Loyalty and honor, my friend.” She whispered.

The rest of them followed suit, and each time her stomach clenched, coiling for rejection. If any of them refused to take her as their own, and chose to take her on, she would surely loose. Yet it went smoothly until the dark lycan. He tilted his head like the others, but as she neared to sniff his neck he sniffed her back, thrusting his face into her long locks of flowing blond hair. He rubbed his nose down her neck. It was a symbol of his intent, of his desire for her and she let her teeth snap together in anger. He just gave her a playful smile and headed out the door, not frightened in the least.

Once they were gone she dissected what had been said and wiped for finger prints. The less information their enemies had on them the better. She locked up and headed up through the club. It was dark and bodies thrashed around the dance floor. The thick smell of lust and jealousy permeated the large space.
She was tempted to stop for a much need drink, but a human eyed her at the bar, so she changed directions. She headed for the exit. What was it with men these days; so brash and disrespectful.

The moment her feet hit the concrete her shoulders loosened. She hadn’t realized how wound up she was, holding herself together during her first call of the council. She headed to her truck and got her comfort out of the trunk. It was forbidden to bring weapons into council but she’d felt so naked without them.
She picked up the two sickle blades and placed them in the holster at her back, covering them with a black leather jacket, concealing them from prying human eyes. The street was dark. It was nearly three am and barely anyone walked along the sidewalk. She holstered her .45 at her hip and got ready to climb into her truck.

She had another job to do tonight. A rogue lived nearby that needed a visit and she’d decided to make the trip personally. After all… she was in the neighborhood. Her lips curled into a snarl-like grimace as she thought of the traitor and the information he’d undoubtedly leaked to their enemies.
She started the ignition, pulling out through the city, and onto the highway. He lived on a little farm house about an hour out. She turned the radio to something soft, with a sweet melody. She could almost see the pianist’s slender fingers gliding over the keys. She leaned back against the head rest, the only sign of her tension apparent in the white skin of her knuckles.

After about an hour she pulled up to the house. It was dark still, but his scent was fresh as she made her way to the door. She knocked sharply in the hard, wooden surface. One second passed, two, three.
There was a muffled curse and the sound of someone stumbling around inside. Her sharp lycan hearing picked him up easily.
He wasn’t coming to the door and the sound of a screen door slamming had her flying around the side of the house. To her luck, he was slow, grown fat from drinking and a lack of exercise, a disgrace to the wolf kind. She caught up, throwing her gait into full gear and pouncing, grabbing his shoulders, kicking out his knees, and bringing him down.
She brought one of his hands up behind his back and with her other hand, she shoved his face into the dirt.

“Now, now Travis. Not happy to see me?” She growled, letting her claws slip loose of her skin, and dig into the muscles on his right shoulder.
“I wonder why… what you been a bad boy Travis?” She cooed maliciously.

“Get off me bitch!” He growled back. “I didn’t do anything!” He bucked wildly beneath her, but she held firm.

“Right…” She grabbed his shirt collar and hauled him to his feet. His right hand came up to meet her jaw and her head snapped back. She gritted her teeth, refusing to cry out.
“Not… nice.” She accused, bringing her knee to his stomach and knocking the air from his lungs. The look on his face had her grinning ear to ear. To drive her point home she sent her boot into a round house kick that connected with his face splendidly, letting out a loud smack of flesh.
She pressed her sole into his chest and looked him in the eye.

“I’m not fucking around, Travis. What did you tell them?”

His eyes widened in fear as blood began to sprout from his lip.
“Miss…. I’m sorry. They… came for me. I had to give them names. It was what they wanted.” He stuttered.

“What names, Travis?” She pressed, stepping harder atop him.

“The names of the members… of the… council.” He replied, looking at her like it should have been obvious. “They wanted to know about someone named Jade… don’t know why… didn’t know nothing about that Mistress. Promise. Please, I have a good life here…. Please.” She scowled down at him.

“Your treachery is too great to ignore. You will be taken before your home pack, the one who exiled you. They shall hear of your deeds and decide your fate.”

“No, please! I have no friends there… I will not survive… please, have mercy.”

“Oh Travis, but I do. If you knew the things I’d like to do to you right now your heart would simply stop and there’d be no need to kill you at all.” She took a chain that she had brought from the truck and dragged him to the house.
When he resisted a embedding of her claws did the trick, guaranteeing a yelp of pain. She got to the banister and chained him to the concrete foundation. Then she flipped open her cell phone and called the dark lycan. This was his territory, and as much as she hated to make the call it had to be done.

“Garret, it's Leila. Can you give me a man off of high way 18, little farm off of exit 25. We have someone who needs to be tried in your courts.”

“And I was thinking you were calling because I’d stirred you this evening little wolf; how disappointing.”
He said, his silky voice carrying over the telephone. She decided it was safest to give no response.

“I’ll fill you in more later, just get someone out here.”
She snapped the phone shut. God she was off schedule. She needed a shower and some sleep. Then she needed to contact Blade, and see how they were holding up. Any most importantly she needed to warn the council. If their names were out, they were all in deep...

“Hey its 5 o’clock, time to finish up guys” Jacks manager stated to the room full of busy employees all rushing about to hurry off home to their families and friends. Jack sighed when he realized that he has no real friends outside of work and is restricted to seeing his family. His life had been ruined by the curse that had been pushed on him. He was angry at the fact that no one ever asked him nor did he ask anyone for this. Still jack knew that having power meant having responsibilities. He packed up his writings and put them in his backpack. Strapped it on and started to walk out of the building. Upon exiting the lobby he was approached by a few of his work colleges. “Hey Jack; come to the pub with us, its karaoke night tonight! Shall be a blast” Jack looked down at his watch he knew it was only 1.3 hours before the sun was going to set, an ability he gained from being a werewolf.. Jack thought fast and made up an excuse on the spot “Ah gee guys I wish I could but I really need to finish this manga I’ve got going, sorry fellas” hoping that they wouldn’t realize that Jack was already 5 weeks ahead of the due date he quickly said goodbye and continued walking home. As he left the building and was walking out side he felt the warm breeze the wind carried the sun just visible over the buildings shown a bright warm glowing glow. The air smelt fresh and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. Jack put the ear phones in his ears and fiddled with his ipod before deciding on what tune to listen to. He turned the volume up and continued to walk home without a thought on his mind.

On arrival to his home Jack started to become more focused… the sun had set and it had become rather dark outside. Jack turned on the light to his apartment. There was nothing special a sofa a TV a few chairs and a small kitchen it what one would see on entering Jacks apartment. The walls were bland and nothing really eye catching. It’s the way jack liked it. Nothing noticeable just normal like the life he seems to have, when in fact he hides the true life from all. Jack walked over to the kitchen and pulled out some of last nights Chinese. He puts it in the microwave and pours himself a drink of coke to have with it.

After dinner Jack decided it was time to go out and try to see more of what he could do with his powers. “So last night when I was at the junkyard able to lift a car above my head and throw it at least 30 meters” he grinned “tonight let’s try a bus flying thru the air for 50 meters” a sense of confidence went thru him and he concentrated while looking at the palms of his hands.
Jack closed his eyes, remembering the image of his palms in his head he pictured them turning into paws with razor sharp claws. His heart began to race and the blood moved faster over his body. Muscles twitched and his veins throbbed, the bones in his body jumped and the transformations started to occur. Jacks stood in the middle of his living room eyes closed still as his hair simply fell out and onto the floor, his body started to grow. When jack stood tall he was close to 6 foot 3 inches tall in human form. But in werewolf form he stood just shy off 8 foot tall. As his body grew he also got wider and his hands started to rounder and bigger same with his feet. As his height came to a slow his body then started to change. His skin started to grow fur at a fast rate whilst doing this is stretched over the changing muscle tone which became more adherent, moving and shifting all to keep up with the forming and molding of new bones, his skull alone made a drastic change. His head flung back and his face began to stretch the fur had already grown all over his face making him look like the wolf man u see on the old film. As it stretched his skull started to reform, a large amount of pressure was pulling on Jacks nose as it started to form a snout his jaw then reached open to make way for the tongue he had given to him which was 5 times the size as a human. Jack had to quickly move his tongue aside as his teeth started to grow larger and larger. The front few the most causing him to have four rather sharp fangs two on the bottom and tow on top. Jack looked back at his hands which were nearly complete; the last thing was to form the claws. This is the thing that hurt jack the most, due to the fact he had to push his own bone thru his skin piecing it fast, something jack was yet to master completely. With a grunt from his nose and a shake from his massive arms his claws appeared. Jack was complete in transformation. He stood in the middle of the room in full glory and confidence.

Jack looked at himself in the mirror and studied what he became, the thrill and excitement caught up with him and he decided to rush off and go have some fun. He turned himself back and put on a dark trench coat and walked out the door headed for the junkyard.

{{ Umm... Jack? They can't be seen by humans. Humans don't know they exist. I think they'd notice a 6ft 3in lycan running around town. Please edit. - Raz }}

Earthsong let out a loud yawn and shook her head, feeling her eyes droop quite a bit in boredom. 'This is getting ridiculous...' She thought.

And, indeed, it was.

The man hadn't come out of his hiding spot for about an hour, probably more than that, and it didn't do the female wolf any good that it was night time; she always gor restless during the night.

'That's it, I've had it; I'll just come back tommorow and see what happened over night.' She mentally agreed with herself.

The huge animal stood and shook out her silver-white fur, relieving it from the clumps of dirt and tugs it picked up while she was lounging about. She stretched her body out, feeling the satisfying pops of her aching bones, and yawned again, revealing many rows of blade-sharp teeth.

After her stretch and getting loose, the wolf took off towards the town, running through the streets like a crazy animal...

Even though she technically was one.

Earthsong easily dodged speeding cars and roaming people, occasionally leaping from the roof of a truck to another before taking to the building tops. Her run continued on the roofs to the buildings, easily leading her to the woods where her home resided.

The wolf jumped from the last building and took her sprint to the ground, running among the trees like a white blur, before skidding to a halt.

She made it to a huge clearing, and, in the center of it, stood the lonely house. It was made of wood and stone, but it blocked the entrance to the cave behind it, acting like a huge door. Beside the little house was a clean-water creek, the liquid so clear that you could see the bottom of the water.

Home sweet home.

The wolf let out a sigh of content before trotting over to her humble den, pushing past the small doggy door and entering the house. She moved a few things around, walking about, before settling in her bed of soft hay, letting out a tired sigh before taking a nap.

Cearen Neami Jedin giggled as a pair of twins rolled around in the grass, their tiny forms barely making a crease in the clearing. Those two had such a habit of running off, causing trouble for the others. Their mother must be proud though. Besides the fraternal twins only two other pups had survived. All so new to the world, that they barely had to tilt their heads and blink those large eyes to win anyone over. The twins were so much alike. Mikelle was already a little heart breaker, his blonde angel’s hair bouncy over his little shoulders. Enok had the dimples a grown woman would kill for. They creased in and pushed up her gaunt cheeks. Together the shared the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen… well… what she could anyways. Cearen would never be able to see Mikelle’s golden blonde hair or Enok’s dimples. She’d never bare witness to their children’s eyes. It was so hard to live life listening to other’s view of it. The sound of rustling only stopped when she was a few feet away, the sign that they had just now spotted her.
“ You two are such little trouble makers,” she smiled down at them then heard two little feet stand up… Mikelle, he was the bigger one. His vibrations were stronger then his smaller sister.
“ I’m sorry, Alpha,” he must have been jutting out his lip, he had to because his words were even more unintelligible then usual. Cearen’s smiled fell a little as she heard a truck sped by. It was a good twenty miles to the dirt road from the clearing, but her ears could pick up just about anything.
“ It’s quite alright. I’ll let your mother handle the lot of you. Now get going,” she pointed to the south east, towards the family farm they lived on. The two scurried off, their tiny feet making more noise then she thought possible. She yearned for a pup of her own. That burning desire had never went away all those years, but there was no way she could. Not now. She had too much responsibility and no mate to do so. Cearen would just have to settle on being motherless. To content herself, ease that empty space, she saw the pack as her opportunity to use some of that motherly instinct. So for the twins, Mikelle and Enok, and the girly Brynja, and mighty Maximus, she would forever look over them till they wouldn’t need her.
Cearen turned back towards the single road that ran out this far. The only possible place that person could be going was to the man Travis’s homestead. Cearen was well aware that he was werewolf, it often times scared her knowing that a stray was so close. Cearen had offered no helpful hand or friendly introduction. It only put the pack in danger. He could rat out their existence and Cearen would have to put up with more coming. They all would want something from the simple pack. They had lived peacefully for years, never interfering in the war between Vampires and Werewolves. To others that would seem cowardly, but to them it was wise.
Her human form walked towards the last of the three pack farms. A few of the family maybe there by now, just getting out of the fields to retire for the night. The forest moved quickly around her, the only thing that kept her from running into the trees were the leaves rustling up ahead, there was a pattern to it that normal people couldn’t understand.
The large white house jutted out of a clearing, opened to the road. It stood old, but grand. It’s white paint barely blemished with dirt and the window frames painted a deep green. A large porch wrapped around it with only a few lounging chairs and a small table to fill up the space. The yard was always kept a little over grown. It allowed wild flowers to come in and the grass to become soft for when they ran around barefooted. The only time the mower was pulled out of the small shed in the far corner of the yard was when they couldn’t even see their own feet. A few swings hung from a large oak that stood proud and firm in the center of the clearing. Everyone, or at least those who bothered to come out this far, could see the whole yard, since it was all to the side of it. Across the gravel drive stood the barn and garage. The barn was white, but not as white as the house. A good-sized pasture held about a hundred cows. The cows were a good thing to have around. The animals fed them and have them money and a thing to keep them busy. Their farm was ranked third in the county. A tin garage held all their tractors and attachments.
Silently, she padded up to the road and stared down the road as the dust rose up behind the vehicle.
“ Strange… the smell seems… werewolf…” a faint trail as left behind by the truck. Cearen shrugged though. If the person hadn’t bothered to stop when the smell of her pack was all around then it didn’t bother them.
In the house she pulled on her coveralls and barn boots. The cows needed to be milked, since no one else was back from the fields yet. Normally, that was her job any ways, but it bothered Cearen that no one was here to help. With a walk set at a sped that meant business she pushed open the screen door and crossed over to the barn. The smell of cow dung and udder balm filled her nostrils. It wasn’t a pleasant job, but it was a job she liked doing for some odd reason. The old wooden door to the milk house opened and revealed the bolt tank, along with other things.

Victor awoke to the cold dank pit he had been thrown into. He could feel the chains digging into his heels and wrists, far tighter then they should be, holding him to the wall like a stuffed animal. He let a low hiss escape from his throat, as he remembered the previous days events.

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The sunlight poured into the mouth of the cave, waking the reptilian creature from his far too short slumber. He didn't sleep well, he never did. How could one sleep when there was so much to fear, so much things ever so many creatures ever so willing to end your life. Not that he could have slept comfortably, laying on the soft edge of a rock, with a gaping hole threatening to freeze his already cold blood. Everyday Victor awoke in similar conditions, and every night he slept in relatively the same manner. Victor had seen the humans sleep, and had to admit...he envied them. He had never touched a bed before in his life. Some nights, he couldn't help but imagine the feel of a soft cushion beneath his head, of a warm blanket to block out the freezing wind. But such things as beds were only objects, trivial things meant to help make life less taxing. It was not a bed that Victor searched for...but something more, something far more.

He had been thrown into a world a monster, a creature with no family, no past, no memory. A creature in which no one truly knew what he was. He had never met one who had, though he had searched since childhood. For years he had lived in this world, all creatures trying to kill him for being what he was. They feared him, for even they did not know. All he sought were answers. What was he? Why had he been destined to this fate, forever hunting anything that came to near, forever living away from civilization? Forever having to hide. Victor hated it. He dreamt that someday, somewhere, he would find another like him. Just one, one he could relate to, that's all he would ask. But, he had searched...god how he had searched, with no such luck.

Victor finally decided to stand up, and walk outside the mouth of the cavern he had made his nightly home. He had not eaten at all yesterday

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He could smell it in the air. This place was underground, possibly a few miles under the surface. It made sense; the vampires wouldn't want a place where the sunlight stood any chance of getting in. But unfortunately for Victor, that meant that if he escaped the cage, it would be a difficult journey back to the surface. Victor let out a low growl of frustration, and then suddenly heard some voices from outside his cell.

"Did you see that thing?!?! What the hell is it?" said the voice of a female vampire. It was one of the scouts that had picked victor up.

"Yeah, I saw it alright. Was it alone?" A second vampire said, this one male. The second vampire had a commanding tone, obviously a member of some authority in this hellhole.

"y-yeah, he was, we searched. But...I’ve never seen anything like it..." the female leech said.

"Neither have I. We should report it to The Priestess. We'll keep him alive for now..." the male replied with some authority.

"But sir-"

"Enough...we don't know what it is. She might. No matter what it did to us, perhaps the priestess could even find a use for it. I don't know. I'm not exactly used to these situations either. Just make sure no one drinks it's blood. We don't know how the poison back there was spread." The male said, and left. Victor guessed the female had nodded, and sighed with relief. He would live, for the time being. As the room was filled with silence, Victor tried moving, to no avail. The chains that bound him were too tight, even his tail could not break through them. With a sigh, Victor went back to thinking about how he had gotten here, scanning his memory for a way out.

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The night air grew cold. An entire day of searching and Victor had had very little success finding his next meal. It was difficult, when you could not chase your prey very far. If he strode too far, he would end up on a road. The roads were everywhere, and Victor didn't want to be anywhere near them. In other places, there were hunting grounds. Victor hated going near humans, but to go near humans with weapons was far more dangerous. He had to be careful. Unfortunately, since victor never stayed in the same place twice, this meant that he was almost never guaranteed a meal a day. Sometimes Victor would have to Starve.

Suddenly, Victor picked up a scent. The scent of a deer. Victor crouched low to the ground, carefully, quietly following the scent. Sure enough, it wasn't long before he heard the faintest snap of a twig a few feet away from him. Victor leapt at the source of the sound, mouth watering. His tail released several sharp spikes at its tip, and immediately, one of the spikes plunged into the throat of the unsuspecting creature. With a victorious smile, Victor plunged his teeth into the flesh of the dead animal. One more day. He had eaten for one more day, tomorrow may be different, but today was his.

Victor unfortunately did not possess the ability to cook. The ability to cook was one that had to be taught, or at least closely watched. No one would ever teach Victor, for Victor knew no one, and watching would be very dangerous. So, Victor simply ate everything raw. He ate nothing but raw meat, unless he was lucky enough to steal some vegetables. Victor rarely managed to get his hands on fruit. Not to say he had no tasted human food, in fact he loved it. The few occasions Victor had managed to steal human food, he was amazed at the many tastes that ran through his mouth. What wonders humans could do with a few simple spices.

Victor ate to his fill, and continued to eat, knowing he may need to in order to survive the next few days. However, suddenly, perhaps by mere intuition, Victor sensed something was wrong. The forest had grown quiet. All of a sudden, a shot rang out, and Victor leapt backwards, narrowly missing a bullet that placed itself in the ground. Then, he saw the shadows...

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The vampires swarmed around him by the dozens. Though Victor killed many of them, in the end, he had been surrounded. He could still feel the knife wound throbbing in his back, still feel the burn of the ropes they had managed to tie him down with. They attacked...because they though he was a werewolf. In this, they were mistaken, and they suffered for it. Victor had killed at least a dozen of them before he fell, but that made little difference now. He was imprisoned; by some of the creatures he hated the most. The sound of footsteps interrupted his thoughts, as voices resounded from the darkness beyond his cage.

"- to do it kill him, throw his body on the ground a few feet away, and they'll think he was escaping. Then, we'll have an excuse. No one will have to know..." said the female vampire from earlier.

"I don't know, we should wait for the priestess's orders. You heard what the captain said...." said a different male vampire

"You know how many good men we lost to that...that...THING! I don't care what the priestess says. It deserves to die..."

"Just...be careful..." The man said, and there was a jingling of keys. Victor stopped; staying absolutely still, as his scales began to change, slowly blending in with the background.

The female vampire soon opened the door, and a look of horror erupted on her face.

"He's gone! It's escaped!" she shouted, and the male vampire looked to and fro, terrified.

"Alert the guards! Have everyone look for him! It won't get out of here alive!" The female said, and the male ran out of the room to alert the others. The female however, stayed, eyes peering around the room, though searching for what she did not know.

"How the hell did he get out?" she thought out loud, looking around the cell, and absently walking towards where victor stood. She did not see him, no matter how hard she looked. She went to examine the chains, walking ever so closer.... close enough to....YES!

Victors mouth, quicker then a blink, split into four parts, making his mouth much longer, and wrapped around the females head, even as she screamed in protest. The teeth sank through her neck, tearing it apart quickly, and Victor swallowed it whole, as guards entered the room.

The females’ dead body fell to the ground useless.

"You asked for a monster...I haven’t started yet..." Victor said, eyes fuming with rage, rage against the world, rage against the vampires, rage against the humans...the werewolves. Rage against the earth. Rage against EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING sought his destruction...EVERYTHING wanted Victor to die. But Victor wouldn't die. A monster they could call him...but he was a monster that was going to survive...and kill anything that tried to stop it. And he would be a monster; until he found what he was looking for...then maybe someday...he could join the world. But until then, his eyes would burn with that same rage.

"...Let..........me...OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Victor cried, his voice turning into an ear-piercing screech. The guards in front of him fell to the ground screaming, and holding their ears, before they once more closed the cage door and ran out. Victor let out a hiss, as the voices faded into the wind.

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Blade walked over to Jade, and despite his cold exterior, his eyes shown with concern, and not for himself. He looked over to the corpses, scattered about the ground, grim reminders that this war was still going on. Perhaps it would forever. If not, then at least when one side lost.

"She's alright sir...just shocked" One of the squad members said, and Blade nodded. Walking over to her until he was merely a few centimeters away, Blade crouched down to her level.

"Jade.... I need you to be calm. I will explain everything but I can't here. We have to leave...I had hoped you'd never see this day, but the time has past for hoping. I need you to come with me. Neither these men or me will hurt you, I promise." he said, offering her what was perhaps a half-hearted smile. He knew what she must have been going through, the pain she had just had. Blade had been fortunate enough to have lived his entire life in this war; Jade had had it dumped onto her shoulders in a few mere seconds. She knew nothing. He could not imagine the fear she would be feeling, and he knew it. He needed to tell her a bit more.

"My name is...Vance. Most call me Blade. I can't explain everything to you yet, but know this...I am here to protect and to serve you. You can trust me...." Vance said, some of the other soul seekers eyeing him curiously. No one called him Vance, and he could count the ones who knew him by that name on his one hand. He told it to her as, a symbol of trust, whether she would recognize it or not. He just felt like she should know it.

"Blade, we can't stay here, more could come at any minute. But...we can't bring her back to the council either..." one of the other soul seekers said. Blade shook his head.

"No, you're right, we can't. It's too far anyway. We need someone closer. Stephans perhaps? Blackclaw's? Earthsongs? Snowfires? Who's home is closest?" Blade asked.

"Earthsongs place would be the closest sir."

"Good, she's not as well known yet, and she can be trusted. We'll go there...” he said. And with that, the other soul seekers disappeared from whence they came. Blade turned his attention back to jade.

"Jade, we have to go now. Can you walk? I can carry you, if you wish." Blade said calmly, and placed a hand on her shoulder. He couldn't help thinking of the other vampire that had helped her, but they could not go where she was going. Perhaps they'd meet again in the near future.

The small form walked in long strides, strides much too long to look normal to even an untrained eye. She exuded confidence and authority with each step she glid off the air as if though she were made of something entierly of another world. Anak'suniamun had ordered a stop to be made at her own home before continuing to her errends. If she were to withstand more humans she needed a moment. Lately the grimy feel usually brough on by mortals stung her senses even in short periods. Of course she had learned to tame her body over time- to shut down her senses or atleast keep them at a dull roar. But in this day and age it would be most unwise- perhaps even lethal to do so in the open.

As soon as she had taken barely a step outside of the car it hit her. First she stopped, then cocked her head slightly to the side, her lips frowining severly at the edges. The two males that were with her noticed her burrowing expression and gave eachother meaningful glances. She needed to be alone. Nodding to her once they dissapeared into the house without her, leaving her to investigate the matter more clearly.

Something was happening... well, had happened. Very recently. A team of hers... god knew what on earth placed them in that particular region.... seem to have been in abit of a mess. She had sent them out earlier to hunt a certain werewolf, and they must have lost track of it. Taking the staris slowly as she had closed her eyes and was drifiting in and out of the bodies that had been her animated vampires, she attempted to piece together what had happened from their lingering memories, hanging in the air around them like damp and musty rags.
Her brow creasing in agitation The Priestess turned to her guard, her voice scratching barely above a whisper- not something she did often. " Send someone else to meet with the Hand." She snapped, her usual slow and sensual voice turned sharper- colder- like the biting apline winds of the north. Immediatly they began shuffling around to do her bidding.

" But.... but... you know it is only you they will see....." Gordanius tempted her in a soft voice.

" Yes, i am well aware of what they said." She stiffly replied, keeping her voice under control with a dangerous strain wavering in the undertow it held. " And you will tell them i had other arrangements. Use your persuasion... i don't care." She practically hissed the words as her mind was occupying itself with the remnants of the odd battle. Her anger was mounting and as she firmly set her jaw, The priestess squared her shoulders to keep from bellowing and swiftly dissapeared. She had materiliazed into mists and travelled so fast even her hybrids could not catch her movement.

Sizzling back into relief she found herself exactly where she wanted to be. Several miles away from her home, deep within the harsh landscape her foolish team had ventured too. Practically wading through the jumble of bodies at her feet she frowned, her equisite eyes taking in every gash and rip, analyzing angles and densities without problem. Something that fast, was rare. Perhaps her vampire hybrids sacrificed a few miliseconds of speed for their resistance to the sun- but this was simply rediculous. From her calculations and from the memories she gathered, they were up against onyl one individual. She found no traces of another. Removing her glasses in one swift motion The Priestess surveyed the bleak area, her pale eyes gliding over every nook and cranny. There would be more time to resolve this later. Reaching her hands out at her sides she called to the souls within the bodies to rise again- so many years of practice removing the need for her to voice her chants as the pale lumps of flesh rose and hovered, as if suspended by string around her. As long as the soul was intact there was no technical damage.... with the exception of a completely burnt body which could not have one tissue salvaged. And there were no incinirated bodies present. As the figures rose from their bloody graves, dragging their feet behind them as they encircled her, the mist already began to clear from their eyes- sharpness and colour returning to their vision from what was once black.

" So." She snapped, her voice anything but a whisper. It was sharp- sharper then the edge of a dagger becuase she wished it so. Her voice if at even an octave higher then a breath was used she could inflict physical pain on any being. The fallen could not feel their bodies anymore- but their souls tremebled at her tone. " What is this? I do NOT recall ordering you to hunt anything BESIDES werewolves. and not just any ball of fur you IMBICILES!" She growled- low and deadly as her voice became deeper, darker, gnawing at their bites of flesh and searing through their quavering souls while a human would barely be able to pick up a word of what she had said. " And.... beyond that point. You DARE to not only dispobey my orders, but continue on with random half backed thoughts of your own WITHOUT my permission........ you.never.make.one.move.one.breath.or.one.WORD. IF I AM NOT CONSULTED.". Her voice had reached a dangerous pitch. One so dangerous she could feel the thin strands keeping the souls welded to the flesh disintegrate before her. Stopping immediatly she sighed and held her hand to her temples for a moment. YOu are no longer of any use to me... i release you." She finally exhaled her order flinging her arm out as the wailing of the souls tore at the night air, their anguish pleading with her. She could have restored their bodies, and they knew it. Turning her attentions mentally to the few which still resided within she sent a mental sneer which chilled the sinews and ropes of black crafted magic keeping their flesh in one piece. " Get. Home." It was a simple command but she could feel each and every one of them dematerialize instantly, obeying her orders. When she was done with her guest she was going to have a word with them. Apparently they were confident enough to still be alive- but she never tolerated such stupid breaks in rank.

This was of their own making and if they could not follow one, very simple, instruction then they were not worthy any longer. The flesh at her feet seperated and liquified into groups- like oil and water. All around her flecks of white burst up into flame- so powerful even dust did not remain, while the other pile sat cold and unmoving under the sun, a stench returning rapidly to it as nearby flies began too see some interest within the gnashed and mushed ooze. Though to their dissapointment if they so much as brushed the poisoned meat they would die from the toxins immediatly. None came after the surface was covered in a blanket of black dead insencts.

There were some further into the cave and she knew their souls had met their fate aswell, the flesh sperating but without the sun to burn away the vampire bits there would be nothing but mounds of torn white carcass. For a moment The Priestess considered meeting this thing which had done so much but the ever familiar bleep of her PDA (or whatever- black box of shenanegans she called it) reminding her that she was late for yet another meeting. The thing did not concern her greatly, only sparked an intermediate interest as its power seemed substantial, and from the memories she gathered- its form unique. With a sigh, she brought back the dead inside the underground fortress. But knew they would feel her anger, and wouldn't dare make the same mistake.

Body turning into nothing, light as air she danced over the clouds at a speed none could detect back to her own abode. The sun was finally low in the sky- night would fall within a few moments and she still had a few other things to get done.
Back in the clearing there was no trace of her left behind. No scent, she had not even rippled the air, or bent one blade of grass in her wake. It was as if though she was the wind itself. Cold always flowing, never questioned, and undoubtedly exisiting without evidence. The lizard creature was not worth exerting any more of her already busy sources- she could not afford to pull any team away for such a trivial curiosity, she already had to hire outside of her domain... which incidentally reminded her she probably had a guest waiting in her foyer. Parting her lips slightly she groaned- a sound much like a breeze slivering through a stray leaf.
Her landing perfect- even without a slowing of pace had her drifting into her own home, doors sprawling open before her, her clothes trailing liek the mist behind her.

Not bothering with words The Priestess threw open the door to her foyer, remembered to gather her sunglasses once more, and walked brazenly into the lavish waiting area. Without so much as a look the guards scurried out of the room, leaving the other man and herself alone.

Garen was only slightly deterred by his newest employer wanting to meet him in person. Most of the time they just sent someone with information on his target and he would carry it out in whatever way they wished. Or if they didn’t mind, in whatever way he wished. It was the way he had always done things, and it was the way his parents had done things. He enjoyed consistency; anything that divvied from his usual schedule would naturally put him off slightly. A more suspicious person would have thought something was strange about them wanting to meet him in person, but Garen knew the vampires had no reason to want him dead. In fact in the vampire-werewolf war he had become quite a useful tool for the side of the vampires. No, the only reason why this put him off was that he had to spend more time around vampires. He told himself it was because he enjoyed consistency, but deep down he was truly disgusted by the evil actions of the vampires. Perhaps this was why he enjoyed hunting werewolves? Because he would truly rather be around a werewolf than a vampire, alive or dead. No. He shook those thoughts off; this was not what he needed to be thinking about. He needed only to think of his next target.

The vampire had led him to a car, the both of them sitting in the back, the driver unseen. Once or twice during the trip the vampire tried to start up a conversation and Garen would answer with something that would leave the vampire in an awkward silence, an awkwardness Garen didn’t notice. Garen had never even realised he didn’t have what it took to keep up a conversation, he had never needed to use those skills before and so would just answer questions with a bland response. When the vampire asked him about how many werewolves he had slain his answer was “Many” when enquired as to weather or not he knew how many, his answer was again one word. “No”.

The car eventually pulled into a long driveway that led up to a rather large house. The moment the car stopped Garen got out and strode towards the main doors, the vampire had to rush past him to make it seem as though he were leading the way, he backed up this appearance with the words “right this way sir…”

Garen had been sitting in the waiting area for almost half an hour when she finally entered.

He was instantly hit by her presence upon entry. She commanded everything she saw and more, and they both knew it. He couldn’t see her eyes under those shades but that only meant he couldn’t tell if she was looking at him or not. Garen barely realised that the rest of the room had emptied upon her entry, his eyes stayed on her. Her outfit seemed to give the impression that she was hiding herself, but the way she held herself, her presence alone screamed in defiance of her outfit. There was absolutely no way she would be able to hide herself. His first impression of her was that she was not one to be disobeyed let alone crossed. Although her incredible beauty was obvious she still repulsed him. This was a vampire who had done much evil, and commanded many to do much more. And he would obey her as he had for all others. In those few moments, none of this showed on Garen’s face. As usual when speaking with a vampire Garen simply stood with his face blank and waited to be spoken to.

OOC: *Jaw drops eight feet* Can I please get a sum-up of what's happening? I do't have time to read all that.

SUMMARY

There is a prophecy known to the werewolves (an possibly the vampires) that states:

When the moon is dark and all is bleak,
A seer will come, so shall you seek.
The great war will lay in her grasp alone.
A choice she must make of who she shall own.
A monster, a beast, or perhaps a man,
Their union will reveal the ultimate plan.
Blood and malice will drive her out.
Then haste you must make, or your future’s in doubt.

The wolves have discovered the location of the seer (Jade) and are working to keep her safe after her family was killed by a band of renegade vampires.

Blade was given the assignment to protect jade, and Midnightfire's chara turned on her kind to aid them against the band of vamps. They killed all but one, who will undoubtedly report back to the vampires and let they know about Jade, and those that are protecting her.

Blade now plans to take Jade to Earthsong for safekeeping, and so that they can rest and he can explain everything to her. (She had no idea the supernatural world existed until this night)

Leila, (my chara) is the daughter of the dead leader of the werewolf council (11 packs allied). She has taken control of the council and convinced them that Jade is the seer and must be protected at all costs. She has also tracked down a werewolf named Travis who has been leaking information (the names of the council members) to the vampires. Therefore you can expect the council to be in danger shortly, by the vampires because eliminating the council would be the easiest way to victory in this war.

Jack's chara is in the town. He's newly turned into a werewolf and doesn't know the lycan laws. (Someone needs to find him and train him up a bit). He's just taking a walk through the park at the minute.

Kiki's chara is the head of a small pack of wolves and she lives a simple life in the country near where Travis, the traitor (lol) resides. She is simply watching her pack and doing chores.

Rayne's chara, the vampire priestess is greatly angered, because her vampires captured an odd creature, that is very dangerous (Victor) and did not report it. Then they let him get away! She killed their souls for this, and Victor is fighting for life.
Also, Rayne's chara controls Draz's chara... he's her contract killer. She is having a meeting with him right now to tell him his next target...

... I think that's all... I wrote all of that without referring to the text, since I took the time to read it all I should have it all straight. Members, feel free to PM me if I missed anything and I'll edit the summary. I think I should make summaries every few pages, making it easier for people to jump into the plot... *muses*

Hope that helps Burn.

Anak'suniamun stood stotically for a moment, surveying the assassin. urgh, was her first though- how repulsive. He absolutly reaked of those wet dogs- not that he was anything to be proud of either- on the outside, and within him she could smell a more pungent odor within his soul. Feeling his shift uncomfortably as he felt her gaze penetrate him immediatly beyond the flesh she let her lips curl upwards in what could have been percieved as a grin- but was really a very lyrical grimace.
Are you sure it was absolutly necessary to hire someone like... it? The deep voice of Alexander- her oldest member of the Guard grumbled in her head. I don't trust him.. he reaks of something.... unpleasant. Untrustworthy... He snarled the last word out.
Yes, i know.... i feel it better then you.... do not forget... she gently reminded him, becomming weary with the whoel cause not for the millionth time that evening alone. you kwno why i won't bother with one of ours... and by now you have also heard what happened to the novice team- everyone else is on far more important missions. she snapped back, her usual brisk demeanor returning.
" Mr. Garen." She whispered, almost breathlessly as she did when adressing everyone she did not intend to kill or otheriwse maim for life. " You are very insecure." Her soft voice- a deep contradiction to her sharp appearance and stance- held no assumption, or accusation. Only pure truth- and he knew it. She could feel it in his rapidly tensing form. " There is much hatred within you, and i am going to go so far as to call you self-destructive." The kind repulsed her. How disgusting- atleast she generally encountered people who did what they did knwoing their own minds and hearts.. but this one... seemed to almost want to be disgusted by himself. " I know you don't find it a particualr joy to do what you do." She sighed, as if she didn't have anything better to do tonight.....
Taking a seat from across him she slipped off her white trench leaving her in the delicate silk dress as it swished around her knees when she crossed her slender, shaply legs clasping her elegantly long fingers together.
" As you know- have a mission for you. And it pays well." She added slowly, sliding a checkbook towards him across the glass table. " I am sure you will find the 5 Million Euros an adaquate salary." She shrugged nonchalantly. In most probablitlity it was more money then he would usually make on 10 cases. Then again she neither had the time or patients to sort through his head- as if his presence wasn't already roiling her stomach.
Rising opposite him she gave it a moment to sink in before continuing in her gently, flowing whisper. " Leila. The werewolf i want you to.... bring to me. Alive- on the brink of death if you please... but i want her ALIVE." She even went so far as to raise her voice an octave as the emphasized "alive." Most assassins had trouble understanding this concept. She almost grinned as her voice caused a physical tremour to run through his nervous system- jarring hsi heart.. if only slightly. Tossing a stack of photos at him, her fluid movements were more like a dance then actual movements as she peered at him closely examining his soul before she turned on her heel and swept magnificantly out of the room without so much as a backwards glance. She had already read the response in his face- and his body. " You will be escorted off my property now..the only reason you should return is to delive the female- alive- to me. You have a week..." Her airy voice floated, whisping through the air in her wake as it seemed to echo off the wallls before becomming absorbed in the very tangible tingle of power still residing from her wake.
Once she was within her own chambers, on the upper most floor of the castle like mansion of marble, she shook her head- glad to be back in a familiar place she would actually say she enjoyed- if she could remember the sensation of joy, gone from her marrow so long. The things soul was dark with confusion and anger, anguish painted his haze mind which was lost to a viled force of red.
Speaking of anguish she recalled the issue of the team whos souls she had condemned. It was an interesting gift- her power over souls. Like a sculptor she could make them tangible, or nothing at all. She could taint and darken until it was all but drowned in its own cruelty and bloodlust- or do the opposite and remove the darkness from the most dark of creatures- leaving them to wallow with pure hearts in the wake of their destruction.. yes... she smiled- she had used hat trick a few times when she had been angered to the point of doing so. Even once to a human.... he ended up swallowing a round of lead from the pistol he jammed down his throat within hours of the bitter guilt it caused him to have his mind unclouded.
She could summon, control, take, condemn, free, imprison, do so much it reminded her alot of the human hobby of "cooking". An interesting allusion she mused to herself as she brought her mind back to the topic at hand... not all the team had died.. they would be returnign this very second..... and as she wrapped her thouts in their doings she felt her long and deathly fangs sharpen against her lips, an act which she had not been coaxed into doing for over a century.

Garen grew more and more agitated as she spoke. Those truths she spoke he had barely admitted to within himself, but here she was saying them out loud as if everyone had known but him. And it scared him. As she said those things, Garen began to doubt weather or not he was in fact there to die. Perhaps they had known his doubts for months now and were watching him. Maybe they had finally decided he was too unpredictable and had decided that he was no longer worth the trouble. Deep within him, part of him stirred. Here he was, in complete conflict with himself as he began to realise he could right now be facing his own death. The part of Garen that wanted what was right, that wanted to fight on the just side of this war began to well upwards. If Garen were to die here, it wanted him to die for the right cause; it wanted to die fighting this vampiric evil. It was the barest of movements, but he still feared that she would sense it. Garens other train of thought was the one that saw him on neither side, and that was the least thing he wanted. It pushed back at his other feelings, as brief as they were and bottled them up deep within him. Right now he wanted to survive, he wanted to go on as he always had, with no change from the norm. And so he sat in silence as she spoke, and the moment passed.

Although Garen rarely cared how much he was payed, this amount of money boggled him. The Vampires rarely payed him large sums of money unless the target was a difficult one, and this was easily the largest sum of money he had ever come across. His mind was instantly set back on the kill, or the capture it seemed. He had never been told not to completely eliminate a target before. If this ‘Leila’ were truly worth such a large paycheck, then she would be hard enough to bring down, let alone bring down alive. Although Garens body shivered at her words, he kept his face straight. Emotionless as usual, as his mind was already working on the difficult task ahead. And so he said nothing the entire time, just listened and nodded once. As the same vampire who had escorted him to the manor in the first place returned, Garen followed him back out to the car, and back to his home.

When the beam was back in place in his door, and his trench coat once more lying out over his bed, he took a summary of his weaponry. Walking into a large walk in dresser he did a full 360-degree turn, looking at all the deadly, silver, or silver tipped weaponry around him. All of it was designed to kill. For this mission, he needed something else, something he could use to hold a werewolf, but not kill them. He needed something new.

Several hours later and Garen was putting the finishing touches on his down powered weaponry, all of it designed to injure, but not kill. He had one of his crossbows that shot silver bolts, deadly if accurate. He had altered it and its ammunition, so instead of firing a single deadly projectile it fired many singular needles, each tipped with the barest amount of silver. He had bought a taser gun, and amped up the voltage to a level where it would kill a human, but not a werewolf. He had also obtained thick sets of shackles and had attached small silver spines to the insides of the cuffs. A wolf in these would not be able to struggle and break them. His most useful weapon would be the heavy tranquilliser darts he had bought, which could be fired from a fair distance with accuracy from his newest rifle, they were potent enough to bring down elephants, so he figured they would be perfect for a werewolf. Lastly he had before him a variety of drugs, if he got a chance, and could avoid getting his scent on anything he could plant something in the wolfs food or drink, immobilising her or sending her to sleep. Yes, now he was ready. With a last fond look at his newest arsenal he turned away to the pile of photographs on the table in front of him, sorting through them and studying the she-wolf he would soon be taking down.