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    ((Great we're both gonna be *******s. Hmmm. Our relationship is gonna be terrible. You sound like a snob who does what she is told and that has no respect for anyone else but her master and I am a total people person /sarcasm. I am interested to see if I follow you or not. I'll edit this later to include my new post.))

    Eve glares at Belladonna. "I see the way you look at me woman and I do not like it." Eve's voice is soft and gentle but has lost it's inviting tone. "I may look like a boy to you but I have been on this Earth for over 500 years and time doesn't change everything!" Eve brings his hands together cupping them. "Time may change some but it does not manipulate us all. I do enjoy playing a part in the modern world but this world is not a world I grew up in or a world I love. The world I love died a long time ago, being crushed by this new greedy, cold, world where life has lost it's freedom and has become a job for slaves to the grand scheme of it all, the bigger picture, the bottom line, prof-it."

    Eve smiles a cold forced smile to Belladonna. "I never said the council and the Remetian family are the same, you misunderstood me. What I said is that I do not care for the Remetians or their silly council. And what that means is I do not care for what the Remetians wish of me, what the Remetian HQ council member wants or for that devilish beast Carlo's sick requests." Eve smiles feeling he had gotten his point across and then he brings his right hand up to his mouth and quickly bites his finger where a few drips of his blood begin to bleed from the self inflicted wound. By now Belladonna was already inside the grand foyer so Eve flicks his finger causing drops of his blood to fly to the bare door way. The drops shoot from his finger and stop in mid air just inside of the doorway and in a instant a large door that was a complete mirror of the previous door appears in the opening where it comes to life and begins to repair itself. After a few moments of self repair and re-hinging the door closes shut gently with out a sound. Eve smiles seeing the doorway back to normal. "That's better. Now! Let us go into the next room! I really hate arguing while standing and as my mouth grows ever more parched." Eve looks to Belladonna and gives her a welcoming smile, closing his eyes and tilting his head before reaching both of his hands out and waving them up and down in a playful manner. "Come with me! Lady Belladonna so we may get better acquainted." Eve then opens his eyes, drops his hands and hurriedly turns from Bell and walks into the hallway just behind the grand foyer and into a large dinning room with a dinner table that could seat 30 covered in vases filled with beautiful bouquets of roses running along the surface and length of the grand table. Eve quickly walks through this dinning room and takes a seat at the largest chair at the table and picks up a bell to the right of himself and rings it causing a gentle dinging noise. The dinging noise is answered by a group of 5 replicas all flawlessly mirroring Eve in appearance but instead of being dressed in Eve's noble red suit embezzled in jewels the replicas were all dressed in smooth red silk clothing. The replicas one by one approach Eve and then one by one disappear into a door leading away from the dinning room and into the kitchen where they begin preparing a meal.
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    ((Thats perfect Lok. I thought you would take the lead and you did . At the moment Im like ready to pass out from a long day. Hopefully later on or for sure tomarrow Ill get my post in. My guy is gonna have fun talking to you))

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    Cool And so the battle continues..

    (( Good that everyone has found a partner! No wait, Grave and Takesh haven't . *nudge* *nudge*. Unless you guys wanna act solo at the moment ))

    Dorian was quite confident of his first strike. However when he saw a blade fling out of the guitar case, he knew this might've been a bad move. However the boy was unable to counterattack the blow in time and so he tried to block it. The boy leaped backwards however the knee still contacted with the blade. Slight sparkles flew out from the contact point before Dorian did a backflip to back down slightly. Alexander Pendleton? Of the Pendleton family? Of all the vampire hunters.., Dorian thought with much grief.

    // Flashback of sorts //
    The world suddenly stopped and time started moving backwards in Dorian's eyes. He was now standing in a dark room of an unknown house. His vision was stained by.. blood? For all he could figure out, dead bodies filled the house. Two or three corpses lay right in front of him, they were still fresh so to speak. From one of the corpses which appeared to be a male, an odor of ale drifted into Dorian's nostrils.

    Dorian couldn't move, nor could he do anything at the moment, only watch. What.. is this feeling?, he thought before he saw a boy standing further away. The boy was holding onto something, or actually someone. Before Dorian himself realized it, he was standing right in front of the two boys. Unable to connect either of their faces, Dorian could only watch as supposedly he himself was going to butcher the two. However before he was able to sink his teeth in, a bullet lodged itself right into Dorian's shoulder. His vision turned completely red before reality took a hold of him once again.
    // End of flashback //

    A slight grin was visible in Alexander's face. Was he actually enjoying the fight? At the moment Dorian felt a bit confused of the situation, he wouldn't let it affect his fighting though. The blade Alexander was holding clearly wasn't normal, it reeked of something that vampires loathed. It exactly the kind of reek which would kill a vampire if made contact. Of course, a specialized weapon for killing vampires, Dorian thought before ducking a swoop from the blade.

    “You're quick...I'll give you that...Tell me...how long have you been in the council”, Alexander asked with an arrogant smirk on his face.

    He didn't wait for a reply from Dorian, just as Dorian hadn't waited a reply from Alexander earlier. Hmph.. the boy has spunk, he thought. Alexander unleashed a barrage of bullets at Dorian. Unfortunately for the boy, bullets didn't have a chance of hitting from that distance. With two flips and a roll, Dorian dodged the bullets. Alexander didn't stop there, it seemed the bullets were only a distraction from the real attack. The blade in Alexander's hand moved swiftly and efficiently, trying to reach it's way into Dorian's heart. This attempt also remained fruitless. Alexander took a few steps back and waited for Dorian to unleash an attack at him.

    "You won't be able to land a single hit like that.. Alexander", Dorian said straight-forwardly to Alexander. I wonder.. is tiring me out one of his strategies?, Dorian thought before making another dash at Alexander. This time around, Dorian ducked and made a solid hit at Alexander's ribs. Continued from that blow Dorian threw a roundhouse kick into Alexander's jaw before finishing off the combo with a crashing blow into Alexander's stomach. Alexander flew a few metres away from where Dorian was standing and landed near trash cans.

    The boy has much to learn, Dorian thought as he watched Alexander get back up. Even though it seemed nothing was able to hit Dorian, the truth was something way different. Dorian had a weakness, it appeared each and every time when he was going to attack. Before he attacks, there is a slight pause and during that pause he is left completely defenseless. However, thanks to his speed not many has realized this weakness. It is a fatal weakness for him and that's why he does his best to hide it.

    Just as Alexander was gaining his balance back, Dorian grabbed a nearby trash can and threw it right at Alexander. At the same time Dorian thrusted himself towards Alexander for another torrent of attacks.

    (( I expect equal kind of thrashing from your end Anglo ))
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    "I'll have an AB+, fresh, anything older than a few days and I guarantee you I won't be happy."

    The bartender nodded, a slight smile crossing his face. He was of medium height, his skin as pale as everyone else present. His eyes were a dark brown, evenly spaced above his thin nose. Below his nose was a thin line for a mouth, the tips of his fangs sticking slightly over his lips as he prepared Jack's drink. Around his mouth was the beginnings of a goatee, the same black color as the spiked hair on the top of his head. His name was Jonah, he had worked the bar at B.B. for the last five years, and he did a d*** fine job at it too.

    The small glass cup was slid to Jack across the thin, wooden counter. Landing securely in Jack's hand seconds before he gulped it down greedily. "It's a little cold don't you think?"

    "Sorry, we've had to cut back, mortals have been getting to close to us. I mean just last week they were practically knocking on our door."

    "Guess that's the reason for the amped up security then."

    "Yeah, it's been a pain in the a**. For me, and everyone else."

    "That the reason for the small crowd tonight?"

    Jonah nodded, his smile fading. Before Jack could continue the conversation, a loud siren erupted from the multiple speakers in the room. Cheers erupted from the crowd, hands shot up in the air, signaling their approval. Jack chuckled, it had been awhile since he was present for one of these. The infamous Bloodbath that B.B. got it's name for. It worked ina simple way, the sprinkler system in the joint would shoot out blood, mixed, never a single type, onto the dance floor. While the vampires gathered on the floor would attempt to guzzle as much as they could, usually resulting in unnecessary violence, and brawls over the free life juice.

    It was a way to get more people into the clubs, and it was something all the young vampires looked forward to, though Jack simply scoffed at the idea. He preferred to not drench himself in blood, especially mixed like that. It hardly ever tasted that good anyways. "And I thought with all the newfound security you'd at least get rid of this." Jonah laughed, "I know, I know, but thing is, everyone comes here for it, no one buys drinks anymore. You're a dying breed Jack, there's hardly anyone classy like yourself coming to places like this anymore. All we get is Barha trash."

    "I hardly consider myself classy, but, I'll take your word for it." Jonah laughed, and Jack stood, a smile lighting up his face. "Eh, leaving already?" JAack nodded, "I've got a previous engagement."

    "See you later then?"

    "I doubt it, this could take all night."

    Jonah, sighed, grabbing the glass cup and setting it with a small pile of other dirty silverware that lay in a heap on the edge of the counter. Standing, Jack slapped a twenty down on the table. "That's for my drink, and buy a round for the ladies over there, and tell em', I ain't interested." Jonah laughed, his eyes moving over to the group of three female fangs that sat at a small circular table at the end of the bar. "Jack, be careful out there man, there's a lot of s*** going down. Just watch yourself."

    "Will do." JAck muttered as he strolled away from the bar area. Turning, he watched as Jonah handed the three females that had been eyeing him that entire night, a small platter with an array of filled shot glasses that lined it's shined surface. Their reaction was of dissapointment, and in result, one cast an angry glance in Jack's direction. Laughing, he turned and strolled away. Praising his handiwork as he moved towards the large, lumbering vampire that had been rough with him earlier. "Excuse me kind sir, but may you tell me where the exit is, I don't want to anger you again." Jac said, his voice mocking. The fang grunted, and pointed towards a thin hallway on the opposite side of the club.

    Jack muttered a thank you, just as mocking as before, and pushed his way past him and towards the exit.

    The cold air was a relief on Jack's face, a much needed change from the stuffy environment of the club. As he turned to walk away, screams erupted from inside the club. He chuckled, Looks like I got out just in time, d***, I hate bloodbaths. JAck thought as he moved away from the vicinity.

    His derby shoes smacked against the grey, concrete sidewalk below him. The sound echoed throughout his ears, replaced only by the sudden honk of a horn, or the yells of an angered driver affected by road rage. But Jack pushed them out of his mind quickly, he didn't want any unpleasant noises to distract him from his little "rhythm" he had going. Glancing at his watch, he cursed silently in his head, his pace picking up as he realized that he would indeed be late to the meeting.

    ((Ugh, no one ever interacts with my character . I have nothing to do except inteeract with boring NPC characters.))
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    Cool Gloves off, A brawl begins...

    A quick dash and a swift punch to the ribs left Alexander breathless and vulnerable to Dorian's onslaught. With a follow-up to the punch Dorian then threw a roundhouse kick which landed straight onto the Vampire Hunter's jaw, but it didn't end there! Dorian proceeded to throw a stomach-churning punch which made Alexander land a few metres back from his current position as he began to wonder what the hell just happened. Crashing into a few trash cans was the final insult. A sludge of last Sunday's dinner landed straight on Alexander's face as he slowly wiped it off of himself with a disgusted expression across his face.

    “You B*tch...” he snarled to the vampire as he flicked the slop off of his fingers. Alexander quickly leapt up from the rubbish pile, leaving his blade down on the ground in the process, it would seem he would begin the second round with a flurry of bone-crunching punches. A few seconds earlier before the devastating attack, Alexander spotted a flaw in his fighting style. Thanks to Alexander's extraordinary intuition and eyesight he was able to catch the weakness that Alexander was hoping for. Before each attack, Dorian would be left defenceless for a brief moment as he powers up his attack, but this can be unseen by the untrained eye as Dorian possessed lightning-fast reflexes. If Alexander wouldn't counter the first time round then Dorian would surely catch on, just like he did with his seemingly impenetrable turtle-defence.

    Cracking his knuckles Alexander began to breathe slowly and deeply in and out. He loosened the grip on his fists so that he could perform fast jabs and straights which surely would reach past Dorian's impenetrable defence. Before Alexander was able to react Dorian leapt for him again in an attempt to dish out another round of attacks. “It looks like you want to end this quickly...such a shame!” As Dorian tried to perform another attack Alexander's eyes widened as he saw his opportunity to attack. Quickly sidestepping to the left, Alexander cracked a bone-crunching smash onto his jaw, not stopping there Alexander then leapt into the air and slammed a kick onto the other side of his face sending him slamming into the nearby wall in a daze. Alexander then gripped the vile beast by the collar, lifting him into the air against the wall. Slamming him against it he quickly reached for his gun with his free hand. With that he sent two bullets into the beasts knee-caps. The silver filings were sure to do an incredible amount of damage and there was no way the pain would cease unless he drank blood.

    Holstering his gun once more Alexander threw Dorian aside to the left. The beast landed nearby to the trash cans which Alexander was sent into moments ago. The beast's left foot hit Alexander's sword causing it to shake along the ground and resonated a loud noise which drew Alexander's attention. Dashing forward Alexander proceeded to grab the sword to perform the finishing strike on the vile beast that had been threatening people's lives for the past centuries. “Your luck has just run out!” as Alexander lifted the towering blade above his head he put all the last of his power into his exhausted arms, he then proceeded to send the blade down onto the beast's neck in an effort to end it. Seperating his head from his body.

    This was not the way events would unfold though. Inches away from the beast's neck, Alexander's arms froze and locked into position, his eyes widening with shock and sheer fright. This hesitation left him wide open for attack from the beast, surely which would end the Vampire Hunter's life in an instant. What would happen now, rested on the shoulder's of the Beast that Alexander would have about to have slain. Alexander's lower lip trembled and a small tear trickled down his right eye. His brain completely blank.

    Then a flash of light beamed into his mind...

    ~**Flashback**~

    The rotten stench of blood covered the young Alexander's face and body, the blood however, not belonging to him, but the beast that had slain his family. No longer was his brother holding his right hand, this time it was an older man with unkempt hair which blew past his face, revealing heavy stubble which highlighted multiple scars across his face. His attire was bedazzling at a glance. Underneath the darkened trench coat lay an assortment of tattered vests and leather straps and buckles which were securely strapped into place. The glistening shine of silver ran along his buckles and whatever metals he were wearing.

    Over the stranger's right shoulder lay a rifle with smoke steaming out of the barrel before disappearing into non-existence. The stranger cocked his head and looked down to the young Alexander, meeting him with a heart-warming smile. “Are you all right lad? You look pretty shaken up!, don't worry, that soppy b*stard won't come to hurt you any more” a strong and foreign accent was evident in the man's speech, he was British, just like him. Alexander was still in shock, the only reply he made was the strengthening of the grip on the man's hand. “You don't have to talk...I will take you back home to get something for you to chew on!...You can call me Eldridge”.

    From that moment onwards Alexander would begin a new life. His past forgotten as he begin to approach the steps which would lead to his ultimate destiny.

    ~**End Flashback**~

    His destiny. Looking down into the blood-thirsty eyes of the Vampire that killed his family. Unable to move. Alexander's very destiny will be decided in a few short moments, by the very thing that was about to feast on his blood fourteen years earlier, why would there be any change. There is a term used for situations like this. Irony. The beast that should have killed him before is now back to finish the job.
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    Deus made his way down the streets looking at the many clubs and bars. Since he used to live in a town that was a fraction of New York City, he still wasnt used the all the commotion. Compared to then though he now had the money, or support many would call it, to choose any place he wanted. Not only was he a pretty high ranking "scientist" at a young age, his sister was also on her way to becoming a celebrity. Finally he inched closer to the place he was traveling to, Martin's Bar. Out of all the bar's this was the only one Deus would come to.

    Discovered by a German immigrant, Martin was always a nice man. He let most people enter his bar. This though came with a sacrifice. Many would target Martin due to his business, often competitors sending people to due in Martin. Luckily though, most of the people that went to Martin's treated each other like family. Any trouble, more then 20+ men would be at Martin's side. It was like his own personal bodyguards.

    Stepping inside, he noticed the dimly glow, which has become homelike for him. A few of the men stared at the newc**** but nodded their heads. Some of the other men even gave a laughing drunk wave towards him, Deus smiling back and nodding.

    Martin's "daughters" started to come up to him, and started to hang on Deus. They werent really his daughters but the drunken men nicknamed them the daughters since they were sisters that would come in usually come in daily.

    "Come on Deus, since your girlfriend (Tiya) isnt here today, come have fun with us" they laughed playfully starting to pull at his tie.

    "Ha, yea girlfriend...". Tiya was anything but a girlfriend, but since they would travel to this bar together at times, everyone at the bar always considered them a couple.

    "As you already know, Tiya and I arent in a relationship."
    He then stared at the girls who's eyes lit up. "And the answer is still no" he said laughing as he tried to push away from them.

    Deus gave a small shrug, and sat in a empty seat at the bar. Looking at Martin he gave a small nod.

    "The usual if you have it Paps"


    Martin smiled and hurried over to a cupboard. He opened it up and grabbing one of the dozen bottles inside. This bottle was smaller then the rest though. Grabbing a small shot glass, Martin emptied some into it.

    "The classic like always boy". Deus always considered Martin like a father. After coming to New York, virtually knowing noone Martin helped out Deus whenever he could.


    "It's your birthday soon if I can remember. Do you want anything?"

    Deus gave a small laugh taking down a shot.

    "Paps, just the wonderful special drink you make me is enough" Martin looked up and smiled.

    After a few minutes, someone new entered the place. Deus didnt seem to look back for he didnt hear anyone in their seats rustle. Usually if it was competition the place would have exploded already.

    Hearing a rumble of a seat next to him, Deus didnt look up but poured himself another shot of his favorite drink. Hearing the woman speak though was another thing. Cought off guard by how she started the conversation with Martin, he looked to his right noticing a rather short girl sitting next to him. If he was drunk he would probably confuse her for a small child. Standing right about 5 foot, she was pretty for a small girl her age. She looked very mature despite the height and....chest area. He couldnt quite grasp her age, but he kind of guess she was in her early twenties. He features were that of a young girl but when she spoke, it was of great....paradox.

    He heard her remark about being a poet, but the way she answered left him skeptical. It was as if there was a pause before she had to confirm it herself. Then she said something, which he thought might have been directed toward himself.

    "Why do ravaging minds not devour fruits of wisdom instead of scavenging the fragments of the dead, I wonder?"

    A...riddle? He looked forward staring into the glass that was full of old items Martin must have brought over from Germany.

    He sat there for a minute thinking of an answer. He was never the best at poetry always more focused on science then literature.

    He then smiled and replied

    "Not everyone is blessed with the power of knowledge, to lead to new waves of thinking through their ideas. Those that are and successfully push through the bonds of time and history to complete their works are the ones that are recognized. Those who sit in their beds and wait for the sands of time to compliment them succeed with nothing and die with nothing."

    "That brings us to the one word that can be answered for all..." He took another shot from his glass.

    "Time. How can one try to create great things, when death follows in every footstep? This is when accomplishments are stolen by others leading the founder to lie in their grave, their discoveries a mystery"

    Deus started to get up from his seat. Without saying another word he slowly started to make way towards the door.


    ((I couldnt get the color down for Martin. I know you had one color for him, but I couldnt figure it out))
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    Name: Anatasko Razic (raj-itch)

    Age: 21 as a human; 198 as a vampire

    Gender: Male

    Branch: Barha

    Dark Power: He has the ability to "burn" his blood, essentially giving him even more energy than normal (which is a lot)
    If not well "fed", his ability can get him dizzy, unconscious and probably dead if he goes too far. So draining unbelievable amounts of blood to create even more stunning physical power? Yes, that's what made him survive all these years.

    Weapon: A 196 years old yatagan. Reforged many times already, but still the same deep inside the metal core. He can handle it with great precision and ease - after all, he has a century and a half experience with it!

    Appearance:
    An artist's impersonation of Anatasko in the battle of Mishar
    He is 178 cm tall, being above average back when he was born, and about average in the present time. His stature is dominated by a muscular, broad figure with a blunt look on his face. Speaking of his face, in between his mouth and nose is his bushy, yet tidy mustache. His hair is dark black, as well as his eyes. There is a burn mark on his left hand in the shape of a new moon.
    Don't let his overall figure fool you, he IS a genius! By Barha standards at least, which is enough to make him feel the smartest in any conversation.

    He is dressed pretty unusual. Deep boots, with a metal top with the socks coming all the way to his knees. Worn jeans with elastic parts where they are needed in order to jump, kick and run with ease. Over that he wears a tight shirt with some Latin dictator on it, and a comfortable leather jacket large enough to hide his yatagan. On his head resides a baseball hat, with a print from some gas-station, which is turned front side - back.

    History: He was born in a small village, somewhere in the hills of Turkey. That was, on the Balkans, in Europe but under the rule of Turkey. He lived a normal, rough peasant life for some 21 years until that faithful moment. It was so many years ago, yet he can still remember every moment, every second
    He actually managed to participate in the liberation of his county by participating in many battles for independence, from the first rising to the second world war. Always with another name- but always there!
    It was a great thing that he had enough authority to convince his superiors that he could only fight at night, with a group of hand-picked comrades.
    He moved to the USA by chance, after receiving a letter from the council of Barha to represent them as the oldest and most experienced member of their kin. He now resides in his small apartment in one of the oldest buildings in New York City, or NYC, as the youngsters like to call it. He likes the life here- lots of Sun-free spots, vampire heavens, blood banks. For one, there is a lot of people to chew on, as he now likes to call it.

    (( I decided to turn the most important part of his history into the first post as it turned too long, and I wanna sleep! xD ))

    (( EDIT oh well, double post unified it is then no time to change or wait for someone else to post... ))

    ***** Dream, flashback *****

    Atanasko was walking slowly down the dark forest road, leading from the field to his home. It was a 3 km walk, and the scythe on his back made a deep mark on his shoulder. It was nothing unknown to him, as this was his seventh trip on this same road.
    It was unusually quiet that night, the typical howl of the wolves in the distance was not there to make his blood freeze. Yet, even though it was almost totally quiet all around him- he was afraid. Maybe even more afraid than usually.
    Behind him, something made the shrubs move, making a uncomfortable noise.
    He turned around grabbing his scythe with both his hands prepared to defend himself from any beast that would threaten him, yet there was nothing behind him.
    He turned around again, headed home when a dark figure dropped in front of him. He froze in place as the figure started speaking to him- it was not any language he could understand but it sounded like vlach.
    The figure approached him slowly coming in for what seemed to be a hug. Anatasko just stood there, his hands with the scythe dropping down, afraid to do anything rash and waiting to see what the figure would do. It just kept coming in for the hug, ever closer. As it did that it turned his head towards Anatasko. Eventually, it hugged Anatasko and he felt a short, yet strong pain in the side of his neck.
    For about two seconds, he stood there, stunned by the sudden pain, not realizing what was happening. His body was itching all over, feeling like it's life energy was being squeezed out.
    Anatasko collapsed to his knees after some time, and it felt like eternity! The figure told him in the language of his own kin- "Sleep now, my Brother, for we shall join together once more"
    Anatasko woke up what seemed hours later. All around him, the Sun's rays penetrated the thick canopy of the forested road. He felt strange with both his body and mind. Like he was another person now. In the midst of every feeling, there was one dominant thought in his head- an urge... to feed... on blood... Human blood!? His head cleared then.
    He got up and tried to move, but his body refused to step into the path of the Sun's rays. He struggled with his body, and he succeed to overcome his instincts at one moment by moving his hand into the ray's path.

    INEXPLICABLE, PIERCING, DEVASTATING PAIN.

    His left hand moved back to the body by reflex. He stared at it with confusion for some time. His contact with the Sun, his carving for blood... The bite on the side of the neck! He understood everything now...

    ***** Dream, flashback, end *****

    Anatasko woke up in his bed. The bedclothes were wet from his sweat. That picture haunted him for decades now, coming in his sleep where it was not welcome! He looked around, figuring that the sun had already set by the looks of his "test" window in the far corner of the room.
    He set his sight onto the clock besides him, and it said loud and clear - 10:14 PM

    (( ok, so there's a little history addition to my character and a time check for the rest of you guys, off to the bed with me! ))
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    Cool And so the furious clash comes to an end..

    (( You are accepted Hromoplast! Great! Now every council seat is filled! ))

    Alexander spoke frightening words as he exclaimed ".. such a shame!". This meant he was actually going to attack rather than defend. Dorian was in mid-air as the words reached his ears. He's going to attack?! Could he.., Dorian thought as he closed in on Alexander. Before Dorian was able to attack, Alexander dodged and sent a furious counterattack at Dorian. This counterattack hit right at Dorian's jaw, staggering him slightly. Following up the punch was a powerful kick which sent Dorian flying against the nearby wall. He.. He figured it out already?!, Dorian thought greatly unamused.

    Dorian's sunglasses had flewn off him when the first hit was made. His beastly eyes were clearly visible now even though it was dark in the alleyway. "Urgh..!", was the only thing he let out as he regained his balance. Dorian had no time to recover for the vampire hunter was already dishing out his next attack. Grabbing Dorian from his collar and slamming into the wall felt more than humiliating, however being humiliated wasn't exactly his greatest concern at the moment. While being kept against the wall, Dorian couldn't counter any of the blows which would come. Alexander flinged out his gun and shot two piercing bullets into Dorian's kneecaps.

    The pain was something unimaginable. Normal bullets hurt like hell, but to couple it up with silver, the pain is something a human mind couldn't possibly understand. Thin streams of blood started running and simultaneously staining Dorian's pants. Now the vampire hunter threw Dorian to the same trash cans where he had flown only moments ago. A half eaten hamburger's mayonnaise made it's way to Dorian's suit. If Dorian would ever get out of this situation, buying a new set of clothes would be the first thing he'd do. Alexander was about to deal the finishing blow, he grabbed the sword near Dorian and was about to chop Dorian's head off.

    However, as if brought by fate itself, Alexander stopped. He didn't even flinch from his position, the blade was aimed at Dorian the whole time though. A small tear materialized from Alexander's right eye. Seeing his opportunity, Dorian grabbed Alexander by his collar and drew him closer. Soon Dorian's teeth made their way into Alexander's neck, causing blood to pulse out of the wounds. Dorian drank, he drank so much that he's legs were healed and his strength gained back. Soon Alexander's face began to grow pale, as if his life was literally being sucked away.

    Seeing as Dorian gained his strength back, Dorian slammed Alexander onto the cold surface of the alleyway. He could feel the bullets were still in his kneecaps, he would have to get them out of there otherwise they would influence his speed. Dorian put back his sunglasses, however the left lens was damaged from the impact. Ugh.. that was far too close, Dorian thought as he glanced at the boy. Alexander was now in a sort of psychosis, soon he would regain himself back though.

    "So.. you were the one. You're the boy who happened to witness the unfortunate events which transpired that night. By drinking your blood, it seems I've gained back the memory which was clouded from me. How fortunate for me", Dorian said as he looked at the unconscious Alexander.

    He'll make a perfect asset for the vampires. I believe he's the only one of his kind, a vampire hunter turned into a vampire. This will be interesting, Dorian thought as he did his best to remove all the mayonnaise from his suit. It seems my suit is.. out of shape. Same goes for my hair and sunglasses. I believe it is high time to change my attire, Dorian thought as he waited for Alexander to regain consciousness.

    He took out his cellphone and sent in a text message for all the council members.

    The council meeting will be delayed by 15 minutes. No more, no less.

    Dorian
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    @Groteske: You'll see that Bell is actually different from that. She just doesn't want to get attached to someone because... well just figure out yourself later.))

    Bell gritted her teeth, this boy was just outstanding. He might be older than she was, but he couldn't bring up a bit of decency to calm down and think things over nor to converse normally. What did he actually want from her anyway? Why did she has to hear out all his problems? She cursed Carlo inside for sending her to this spoiled brat.

    'Whenever you like it or not, sir, the world has changed." She spoke finally a bit as herself and less like how she had to speak. "We only have to choice to move along or otherwise we will die. It is the curse of being a vampire or some may say the luck...' Her voice trailed off. It was not really like her to speak of her true emotions to a stranger. Well at least he hated her already so he would probably don't think anything about it.

    Eve's next words weren't worth repling on she figured. They were words of hate and rejection. Whatever she would say it would only make things worse. She had to think of something quickly to convince this guy that the Remetians and most of all Carlo wasn't that bad at all. The only hard point about that was that Carlo was bad. While Bell was thinking about what to say and do next Eve was fixing the door. Although Bell didn't show any surprise she actually was quite amazed by what the teenager could do with his blood. It was totally different from what she did. Not all the ways of the Remetians are the same it seems.

    As she follows Eve through the mannor Bell finds herself looking to al the small details that are found through the whole house. Would they be made of blood or wood? She pondered for a moment while they entered the dinning hall. Bell accepted the seat which Eve hadn't offered her anyway and sat down so that she faced him directly. Her eyes shifted to the replica's when they appeared, they looked just like Eve. Who would like to see himself the whole day? I would get crazy seeing myself cook and wash for me.

    "No, no, you don't have to prepare anything for me. My time is quite limited tonight I'm afraid."
    She spoke quickly when the replica's flew off to the kitchen. In her pocket her cellphone vibrated. Quickly she took it out of her pocket and flipped it open with an excuse face to Eve.

    The council meeting will be delayed by 15 minutes. No more, no less.
    Dorian.


    She smiled and closed the phone again. "Seems like my time has just expanded with 15 minutes." She said lightly to the man on the other side of the table. "Now then to get to the reason of my arrival: She took a deep breath and started speaking. "I come not in the name of the council, but in the name of the Remetian family head Don Mairmone. He askes you to revise your view of the Remetian family and to join him in hope of a better world for both you and him. Now before," She raised her hand to stop Eve from speaking. "... before you say anything please let me finish. I see you are a very passionated man mister Fortuna who loved the world where he came from. But if you want it or not you are a vampire and you are a Remetian. It is your blood like some blood is O and other AB+. Even if you want to denial it, it is the truth. The world doesn't like vampire's and the vampire's doesn't like us. So actually we have two enemies at the same time. Wouldn't it be wise, sir, the unite our force to hold of the world for a little longer? You can't hide forever from the fact that you are and remain a Remetian."

    Bell stood up. It was more than she had wanted to say, too much of herself had been in that speech, but what had been said had been said and she was not going to take anything back. "I'm sorry to have bothered you so much, sir, and I must take my leave now for in 15 minutes a council meeting will start by which my presence is expected. I thank you for you're time. If I might look for you again I'll be sure to send an invitation." She smiled slightly and made a friendly nod before leaving the dinning hall. Finding her way out was not too much for her.

    Next stop, HQ meeting.
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    ((OOC: I didn't want to mention Alice actually attacking Deus and turning him into a vampire so that he has his own choice. :o ))

    Silence ensued after Alice spoke the last of her bewildering words to the fellow beside her, at which her lips raised a bit, so diminutive that only the most observant of eyes could have seen the humor she found in the situation. Just like her companion, Alice made sure to set her eyes upon everything but the one participating in the game of wits that was occuring between them. Keeping her attention upon Martin, she watched as the brown haired individual zipped around the inner parts of the bar, sliding drinks to those who ordered them as if it was a race he could win with ease. Within a matter of seconds, a small shot glass filled with the sweet liquid of red wine was placed before her. Nodding her head in approval, Martin's azure eyes kindly greeted more cust****s, his mind grasping their orders much faster than it did with Alice's. Perhaps in the speedy business of give and take between a bartender and cust****, Alice had failed at exchanging clear details of her order that would keep the conversation short and fast. That was how one had to converse when there were many involved, but Alice was fascinated that she had someone to try and diagnose her speech when there was only two.

    At last, a solution seemed to be found when a bright smile of understanding crossed his lips. He first mentioned that only a select few could obtain the fruits of knowledge in order to advance, which was true. Some would turn their backs to such knowledge, afraid of what they would become if they bit into it, while others went through life unaware that such gifts existed. Only those that dared to eat the "forbidden fruit" that taught of lessons untold to a blind world would become one of the many fragments left behind for future generations to build off of.

    Of course, there were those that knew of the delicious fruit, swallowed its substance, and then kept the delicacy hidden from the future. Sadly, Alice was one of those beings, but she was proud of herself for believing in her intuition and taking a great step forward from the bleak shadows she had to reside within for so long. After all, something had tugged her in the direction of this very bar, and the result of being led by such a force brought her before the intriguing lad that was destined for a greater life than the one he was currently living. How would she bring him into his new existance, though?

    While her mind raced with the potential of the young man, she absent-mindedly gulped down the refilled glass, pondering his next collection of words. Interestingly, it was about the wonders of time, which was the main purpose of Alice's cryptic message. The fact that the short lifespan of humans was installed into his mind aroused Alice's interest in him even more. How would he react if Alice were to gift him with an expansion on his limited amount of time, to free him from the shackles that would hinder his own knowledge? Alice was a master of poetic expression, but the person beside her had far more intellect than most of the fools she had encountered thus far. The time of a vampire would allow him success with knowledge far greater than anyone in history. However, time at the moment for her was beginning to restrain her freedom at the moment, despite the eternity she was granted. Would it be safe to risk being punished for tardiness to the council meeting if she brought with her a promising gift?

    Ignoring another refill of red wine, Alice gathered some dollars and coins before sliding Martin the amount due to him. Then she bid him farewell in the simplist way possible, stood up, and hurried over to the door. The gentleman with glasses she had been testing was about to head off to his next destination, his hand already wrapped around the handle. Just as he was about to exit the building for the night, Alice stepped behind him and, leaning forward as if she was in a rush to get somewhere, she muttered something in his left ear. Anyone who saw her would have thought she desperately trying to view over his shoulder, a task nearly impossible for someone of her stature. Even so, she was more worried about which path he would walk down once they were both outside: that of a human or a vampire?

    "I am Alice. Follow, if you will, to gain ahold the elusive sprite known as time."

    Closing her eyes for a split second, Alice whirled around and darted passed Martin's Bar. Just a few buildings away from the friendly bar was a shop that had been closed down for renovations for awhile. Apparently, no one felt like transforming it into a place for business, especially when it had a streak for being closed down over the most unusual circumstances. In a way, the place could have been haunted, no one ever able to run it without something going wrong. Most vampires thought a dingy alleyway was the perfect spot for undergoing the process of hopefully turning a human into one of them, but Alice thought that was unpleasant. Then again, when she was assaulted, Alice had been in a welcoming bedroom, rather than in the wilderness or in some smelly, dark location. Although the abandoned building might have seemed a bit suspicious, she couldn't very well convince someone she had just met to come with her to a motel or hotel of some sort.

    Besides, the wooden floor was relatively clean and the most to worry about were boxes stacked with objects that took awhile to ship out. Turning on the lights, Alice found out they were rather faulty, but allowed some light to shine upon the place. Obviously, someone took care of the shop enough for it to not be grimy and dust covered, which made it a decent spot to discuss matters if needed to be told in secrecy -- well, at least if that were to be the case. Would her aquaintance figure out that there was more to her sentence than providing intel most people didn't know, or would he figure she knew of a way to "beat the system"? Either way, if he were to indeed follow her, he would find himself a surprise.

    ((OOC: I just realized that Alice could have went into the hotel that Deus parked his car in front of, but I didn't want some maid or other to accidentally come in and see Deus's "dead" body and Alice's bloody fangs. o.o Well, if she did get the chance to bite him, that is. xD ))
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    Vampire Character Sheet
    Name: Angelus Grey
    Age: 289 (270 years as a Vampire, turned when 19)
    Gender: Male
    Branch: Barha.
    Dark Power: “Blur” – The ability to slow the heart rate to roughly 10 beats per minute, thus educing a state of extreme calm that allows the dark power harnesser to perform tasks with immense precision. Such a task as marksmanship. Those who control the power and are able to stay in the focused state rather than falling unconscious, are most commonly known as “gun slingers”. Such a title is used to describe one that is outstanding at handling and firing a gun.
    In an experiment where the “Blur” user must take down 20 targets in the quickest time possible, using two M9 pistols simultaneously whilst under the effects of the power. The participant was able to take down all targets using only half the ammunition provided and in 4.10 seconds. A witness reported the sight as a “Blur”. Also in an experiment where the participant must take apart an SA-80 and reassemble it, the “Blur” user did so in 3.57 seconds.
    In the calm state, everything happens extremely slowly and distance objects seem clear and near objects seem sharp which allows the user to perfectly place shots from a weapon, perform detailed tasks or see fair distances.
    Weapons: Angelus’ trademark weapons are two duel black revolvers. Along the barrel of the first there is a silver inscription that reads “he stopped biting me – Aetobatus” and along the second another inscription reading “after I started biting back – Aetobatus”. Another weapon he possesses is a 2inch razor blade used for more interrogation rather than killing.
    Appearance: His obviously dyed hair is a bright pink, messy and un-styled. Like most Vampires his skin is relatively pale and he has dark eyes that at first glance look like an extremely dark drown but with a further examination have a glint of blood red in them. For clothing Angelus wears the usual 19 year olds clothing, denim skinny jeans with a loose white t-shirt and light brown jacket with a hard board collar. Nearly all of the time he will have a cigarette in his hand due to his chain smoking habits. When with other Vampires he tends to stand out due to his style.
    Personality: Angelus Nex or just “Nex” as he is usually called is a bouncy character who does not get disheartened or afraid of pretty much anything. Even in the most perilous of situations he always seems to make jokes and ridicule people. This obviously aggravates nearly everyone he meets thus getting into a fight with anyone he newly encounters. He also has a great deal of charm and although he is of a great age his young and arrogant personality still remains. He shows his fun flare through the clothing he wears and his hair colour. Due to the fact that he is a Barha he has a somewhat barbaric side to him and often if provoked enters a fit of rage automatically activating his “Blur” for an uncontrollable amount of time. Whereas usually the “Blur” power is activated by choice for the chosen amount of time.
    History: Angelus Nex was born in England in the year 1721, the year that Robert Walpole became the first prime minister of Britain. At the age of 19 he got turned. The turning was anticipated and wanted because for two months Angelus had been ill and when he was abandoned a wondering Barha took mercy and turned him to save his life. He survived through many wars up to the 20th century and over the years learnt to handle his trademark revolvers with outstanding talent. Due to the time he was born he also learnt to use a sword and nearly any blade.
    Over Angelus’ entire life he has never left England. He has lived as any other normal Vampire did. And because of he has never left England he knows it extremely well. He knows every city, every town, every ally, every brick, every brothel, every drug dealer, every bar and every blood donation centre.
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    Anatasko was still lying in bed. Cold drops of sweat were slowly gliding down his face and neck leaving a wet trail on the skin. He was cold, but it didn't bother him at all. In a quick movement, he jumped out of bed and did his usual "workout" to cut the sleepiness.
    "56.. 57.. 58.. 59 ... 60." "There we go", he sighed. It wasn't that hard for him to do the standard 60 push ups despite his weight. If nothing else Barha were well known for their superior strength.

    He got up and walked to his closet on the other side of the bed. "I should've got up on the other side...", he thought as he walked around the bed towards his destination. After a few seconds of scavenging through the closet Anatasko finally found some decent enough clothes for the council meeting. It was his typical set up of clothes yet he didn't bother to notice or change.

    He walked another round to the other side of the bed, this time to pack his keys, phone and wallet. Anatasko quickly packed what he needed into the designated pockets and headed out of the apartment. He locked the door as he exited. There was a hefty 20 minute walk to the place of meeting. Anatasko kept a quick tempo determined that nothing will delay him from schedule.
    He took out his phone after some 30 meters to see if anything interesting was going on, and he finally saw the message that the meeting will be delayed. Now, he had another quarter of an hour to get there. "That's how far the organization of the council goes. What a bunch of smartass weaklings."
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    Johnny was jogging towards the "HQ" with cold sweat running through the back of his neck. People on the street gave him odd looks as he went past, it was because of his clothes which were in shreds. Johnny didn't care though, it's not like having "dumpster" clothes was something new for him. Hell, he had spent 10 years living in a carton box with no more than garbage bag on him. Even though the humans seemed to keep to themselves, the truth was different. Humans were a bunch of gossip machines with no end. That's why Johnny was actually able to hear as people kept whispering to each other.

    "Did you see that horror movie yesterday? The thing about vampires in the new cinema on Brawkin Street?"
    "No, I didn't, what's it like?"
    "I nearly laughed my *** off. I mean, c'mon, vampires living among humans? That's bull"
    "It could be true y'know.. I.. I think I've seen vampires here, in New York! See that guy over there? The one who's running like hell? His skin is so pale and his cloth-"
    "Geez, you take everything so seriously"
    "You're sooo stubborn! I'm serious!"

    Johnny couldn't believe his ears as he heard about a movie where vampires lived among humans. Who could come up with that kind of idea? Goddammit, humans are so annoying, Johnny cursed and kept going. Along the way he noticed a rather dark image of what seemed to be a man on a poster. The man carried a rather large blade, or actually he dragged it with him. The only clothing he had was some sort of apron stained in blood and a peculiar triangle shaped helmet. Wow, that guy looks cool, Johnny thought before he resumed running towards "HQ".

    When he finally reached "HQ", he stepped inside and cursed immediately. As soon as he had stepped inside he had seen a clock on the wall, it pointed out 9:15 pm. You gotta be kidding me, Johnny smacked his hand on his face. Not a minute later, a text message arrived into Johnny's cellphone. It was from Dorian, the rich Vertrue bastard as Johnny called him.
    "WHAT?! The meeting has been delayed?! Oh for ¤$#£&'s sake!", Johnny yelled out loud.

    He didn't want to leave the premise of the "HQ" because he was so lazy. Taking a stroll to the elevators, Johnny stepped inside and pressed the button which would lead him to the council quarters. Like always, the regular elevator music started ringing as the elevator started moving. The music was one of those things that Johnny didn't hate, unlike many others. Once he arrived to the floor which held the council meeting place, he sat on his indicated place. He took a relaxed position and started napping, he had nothing better to do after all.

    (( OOC: Care to guess who "the man" in the poster was? It's an easy one ^^.
    Oh, and there are elevators in the "HQ", right? ))

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    I'm pretty proud with this post, the first time I've actually tried to describe the scenery and a character and I thought it went well, to all of you who already know or don't know I always have trouble with describing the Character's surroundings, and for the first time trying my hardest, I feel I did an excellent job...I added a few movie references (see how many you can identify...there's not many anyway >_<) in this post and a few comedy elements to break up the misery of violence to not depress you all...I bet you will identify them straight away and laugh like I did coming up with the idea. xD)).

    A piercing sharp pain infiltrated Alexander's neck. He didn't even let out a whimper, he sat motionless as the vampire began to drink the life force that is blood from his neck. When Dorian regained his strength he cast Alexander aside leaving him in his daydream like state until he re-awoke from what insanities were creeping inside his mind.

    ~**Dream**~

    An ocean of darkness surrounds what seems to be a living room as a flicker of a bright light casts away the shadows and reveals a grimacing scene. In the centre of the room was a stylised mahogany table with intricate designs of thorned roses which spiralled along each of the four table legs. On top of the small round table was a cold glass of what appeared to be a light brown substance with three ice-cubes resting on top of each other. Out of everything the substance rang the most familiar bells inside Alexander's mind. It was whiskey.

    Aside from the table there was a matching mahogany display cabinet which hosted some of the world's finest assortments of alcohol, most which included whiskey, rum and vodka. Two fairly new two-seater sofa's rested along the wall which projected the same silver image on a black canvas along the entirety of the room like a picture a psychologist would show you when examining your medical condition. A large plasma screened television sat in the furthest corner of the room which angled towards the sofas. An archway separated the living room from the kitchen where sweet smells of tomorrow's next roast was gently cooking and another archway which led to the main hallway which led to the bathroom and bedrooms.

    Of all the little details in the living room, these were not the most important, the scene which took place at the other side of the room was the main event of this show. The opening act, if you will. Two blood-strewn corpses lay lifeless beside each other, one still barely clinging to what life they had left. It was the mother. Blood glistened on her chest like a twinkling ruby necklace. The father, on the other hand didn't look so beautiful. A gash of blood splattered across his face and a cut so deep into his stomach you could begin to see his intestines leaking out. The father was the one that put up a fight, the woman, not so tough, a small and barely visible puncture on her neck could be seen which produced the trickling of blood to slowly crawl down her neck and onto her pale chest, no sign of struggle in sight.

    Lurking over the murdered corpses of the unlucky couple crouched a beast of which your minds would only associate with Gothic Horror novels like Dracula and poorly scripted movies...only not as sparkly. The lines between fiction and non-fiction began to blur as a real live Vampire feasted his hunger onto the couple. A small whimper could be heard from behind the hellish demon as he slowly began to close in on his latest prey. The Vampire had slicked back blond hair and a pair of sunglasses to hide his sinister and soul-piercing glare. A trickle of blood found itself clinging onto the Vampire's barely visible chin hairs, the demon was wearing a charcoal two-piece suit which made him look taller than he already was. The vampire supported a thin frame with a muscular chest and muscular arms which added to the Vampire's already soul-piercing appearance. A Vampire in a suit, a suit can never hide the beast which lurks within.

    This was the first time Alexander ever laid eyes upon Dorian. Only, tonight was different. He looked different, like an uncontrollable hunger surged through him like an enormous burst of adrenaline. Alexander and his younger twin brother, frightened for their lives stood motionless before the beast that was about to feast upon them. Alexander's eyesight was quickly matched by his mother's with an outstretched arm who was trying with what little life she had left to call out to them to “run”. A crude mixture of Whiskey and Blood tainted the air which would sting the nostrils of any human, but to a Vampire, it smelled something which belonged in paradise. A crooked arm outstretched from the possession of the beast as it attempted to lay it's hand upon Alexander's throat. Enjoying every last moment to strike as much fear within his prey as he could, toying with them, if you will. A large figure stood inside the room from the kitchen, aiming a long barrel towards the beast that would be the decider of Alexander's doom. A bang echoed throughout the entirety of the house as smoke escaped from the barrel of the stranger's gun. The Vampire clutched his right shoulder in pain, hissing at the stranger's figure before quickly smashing his exit through the window which led out to the cold night, with blood dripping continuously from the beast's arm there was no way he would survive without feasting on another's blood within the next hour.

    The two twins now stood before the new stranger who slung his rifle over his shoulder and securely but briskly locked onto his back with a small mechanism. He outstretched his arm and took them out of their home without so much as a word, the children obeying submissively in their comatose state.

    Now Alexander was not the only one clutching the hand of the Vampire Hunter named Eldridge, his brother was holding the saviours other hand, but this raises the question...Where is Alexander's twin brother now?...and the beast that stood before Alexander in present day 2010 who finally turned him into a Vampire...he surely wasn't going to get him away with ruining his life for the second time round now was he? No sir he would not. Alexander, once more, is about to kick Dorian's a**.

    ~**Dream End**~

    It was now back to the land of the living. Alexander's vision began to fade into a state of eternal darkness. It was now time for fight or flight. Life or Death. Kill or be Killed. Slap or be Slapped. Vengeance...Or Mercy...you get the idea. The choice was all up to Alexander, and he wasn't dead...yet. Like some hero with a violent past...okay...not like, he is, Alexander escaped from the clutches of Death's grasp and quickly drew his weapon aiming it at Dorian's head. “You killed my family you pathetic...ugly...motherf*cker!” (although he was quite handsome)...with emphasis growing on each word as they shot from Alexander's mouth. “There is no hesitation this time. Your time is up!” Clutching Dorian's collar once more he lifted him a few inches into the air with his gun aimed at the Beast's chest.

    Alexander bared his fangs at Dorian, hissing in remorse. Remorse...a feeling not associated with a scene like this...but it felt right. Remorse. Remorse for not killing the motherless B*tch of a beast before he was turned into a Vampire. Cocking his gun Alexander began to inch his finger towards the trigger slowly. His finger began to twitch in conflict with an almost magical power which was battling against him not to pull the trigger. “What is this!” Alexander exclaimed to Dorian. No matter how much effort he put into pulling the trigger it was to no avail. It was no use in fighting. Alexander was not a human any more. He was a Vampire. A higher unnatural force was now which stood in Alexander's way from revenge. He was now a mere puppet. A subject to his master.

    Although he would feel no compassion for a vampire his mind was set. There was no way he would be able to profit from revenge if he was now a vampire himself. Besides, he now had to feast on blood to live and hunt like the beast he swore an oath to protect humanity from. A great sense of irony once again lurked over Alexander. Although, there were some perks to this new changing. Alexander would now be able to gain the trust of the Vampires...and slowly but surely murder every each and every single one of the Vampire's one by one, when they instil trust within him. Perhaps things were not so bad, Alexander would be able to get a chance at the heart of the Vampire society and stop it once and for all, to kill a threat as large as this, one must strike at the heart – another useful quote which Alexander chooses to live by after being brought into his new and hopefully last third life.

    The heart of the Vampire Society....






    Adelaide.







    Loosening his grip on Dorian he put him brought him back onto earthly ground. Holstering his gun he shot a menacing glare at his new master. Although he would have to submit his fake loyalty to him...it didn't mean he had to like it. Alexander was smarter than he looked. Already he had a plan sorted out for weeding out the source of the Vampires. A true genius at work. To kill a beast, you must think like a beast. Only then will you truly succeed in your goal to execute the ultimate predator. Now this law had changed.

    To kill a beast, you must become a beast.

    ((...I kinda smelled epicness roaring in this post xD something all my previous posts lacked to date..hell I'm gonna post like this more often, way more fun! ))
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    Jack's heels clicked on the cement sidewalk as he walked. It was the only noise audible in the entire area, after all, it was a back way he was taking, more by Residential Areas than anything. He didn't want to have to move his way through the crowd of Party Goers that were most likely crowding the main streets, drinking, yelling, and a lot of other things Jack would prefer to not have to deal with. So, he decided on a different route, one far slower, but, he wasnt in any hurry.

    The area around him was a mass of blocky apartment complexes, one or two local businesses, and in the distance, a blocked off Construction Zone that seemed to be working on yet another complex, most likely to house more people. It wasn't anything pretty, not that Jack had expected it to be, but it was a place for families that were down on their luck, running low on money, had too many kids, and what not. At least it kept them off the streets.

    Inhaling, Jack felt the cold night air enter his throat, and go down into the pit of his lungs, leaving a slight burning sensation in his chest. It was refreshing, and put a newfound vigor in Jack's steps. Thus, he continued his brisk pace, leaving behind only a twirling trail of dust particles as he made his way through the area.

    The local family owned businesses seemed to be the only spot of color in the otherwise bland landscape. Amidst the cacophony of boring architecture there they stood, usually small, with large letters stating the name of the business blatantly on the front. They were marvelous, or at least, marvelous in the sense that anything would be a welcome relief from all the grey apartment buildings. Thus, when Jack found himself walking by one, whose title, painted in a bright red, was "Joey's Dine & Dash", he stopped, and admired it, taking in the little details. From the cracking paint on the inner walls, which he could see through two large, glass windows on the front, to the cheesy smile of the caricature that Jack assumed to be the owner, obvious by the way it was displayed above the counter. Jack took in it all, and enjoyed it, in particular the name, which sent laughter echoing from his throat as it recalled past events in his life when he too, would Dine & Dash.

    "Why are you laughing? I don't see what's so funnny, or are you the type to just laugh at another persons misfortune, yeah, that's probably it, oh well, it's not like your the only one who does."

    The voice caught Jack by surprise, he had been so focused on the interesting building in front of him, that he had completely neglected to pay attention to his surroundings, which could mean death to any vampire in the form of a vampire hunter. Thus, the second the voice was heard, Jack whirled around, his heels banging against the ground as he did so. In front of him stood a man, medium height, slightly overweight, though his face was unnaturally thin and the thinning dirty blonde hair on his head only accented it's thinness. The face of the man was hardly anything unseen, it was fairly bland, two faded blue eyes, set behind wire framed glasses that hung off his face like clothing hung off a clothesline. Beneath it was a thick, round nose, finished off with a thin, short line for a mouth. The man, all in all, looked helpless, pathetic compared to anyone else. Even for a mortal, the man seemed so depressed that it wasn't even funny, it was pitiful, and that was the first word to come to Jack's mind.

    The man sighed, and began to walk, with a slight limp in his right leg, not helped whatsoever by the large brown, lace up boots the man wore. He continued past Jack and stopped, right in front of the building, his hand resting on the small sign that stood buried in the little grass at the front. That's the only time Jack truly read the words, he had simply skimmed over it to pay more attention to thenother, more important details. But, the sign probably held the most important detail of all, FORECLOSED. The word was cutting, brutal, holding no sympathy in the ten letters that made up the word. It was a sign, to all that passed by, saying "LOOK! LOOK! I failed! And thus, Jack assumed that that had been the reason for the man's depressed state.

    "Look, umm, Joey is it? I'm sorry for your trouble, I wasn't laughing at that, I was just, just...."

    "Just what?! You were laughing, just like everyone else, everyone laughed! Everyone always laughs, always."

    "But I...."

    "Just go away, you were laughing, even when I am in my worst state imaginable, someone always comes along and makes me feel even more like crap. I don't want you to try and come up with a lie to make me feel better, I can tell how you truly feel, just go, please. Leave me be."

    Jack wanted to say more, to defend himself, he hadn't been laughing at the man's bad luck, no, he had been laughing at the wit used in the title. But the man was obviously set in his ways, and Jack didn't want to press him any further. The man was already at a low point in his life, Jack didn't want to make it any worse than he already had. Thus, he turned, casting one last glimpse at the man crouched on the dirt ground in front of what was left of his business, and the caricature inside. That caricature had been of a differen man, one that had once in his life, smiled.

    The regular street was just as bad as Jack had imagined it to be. Crowds lined it, some outside the outdoor clubs, others in line to see a movie, one that apparently had to do with vampires, or so the title said. But Jack dealt with it, after his brief encounter with the man, he had lost all heart to continue walking in the area, thus, the first chance he could escape to the main road, he did. The decision, though not what Jack had wanted, had indeed saved him time, by fifteen minutes to be exact. So, he could in fact be on time to the HQ, perhaps even a minute early if he hurried. And hurried is what he did. He had no need, or wat to pay attention to anyone around him, he simply ignored the people who called out his name, there were a lot of them, and he simply pushed through the crowds. He didn't even stop to examine a dirty postre on the side of a brick wall, one that had a character from one of his most beloved video game series' on it.

    He was too shaken up by the past events, he wasn't one to be emotional, but that man, something about him, it was just so, sad. It's like the man had birthed a whole new emotion in Jack, one he hardly ever recognized. He wanted to cry, he felt like he needed to, but he didn't, and thus, he continued his walk, growing closer and closer to the HQ with every step.

    ((Looks like I can't interact with takesh until later, as seeing that he had gotten to the HQ earlier than everyone else. Though I did include things he mentioned in his post, about the movie, and the poster. xD))
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    (( Pyramid Head <3! Ugh.. I don't like using that "heart" but Pyramid Head is just so <3.

    @Anglo: You should be proud! That's a very detailed post! On a side note, you just love grabbing people from the collar .

    @FROMtheGRAVE: That's exactly how you do it! ))

    Dorian was rather surprised of Alexander's outburst, he had expected for the boy to have "calmed down" in a way. He insulted Dorian and threw curses on him, Dorian didn't react however. He was waiting for Alexander to get a hold of himself which he soon did. Yet again, Dorian's collar was grabbed by Alexander and he was lifted in the air. Interesting, the boy still has enough strength to lift me up. I had expected quite the contrary, Dorian thought before Alexander dropped him back on the ground. Now Alexander finally realized he couldn't harm Dorian. Dorian himself straightened his suit slightly before speaking.

    "What.. is.. this, you ask? You're a vampire now Alexander, no matter what way you look at it. It is time for you to stop thinking like a human for they no longer care about you. Instead, the only thing they want from you is for you to die. Now we must go, I shall explain more of the ways of the vampires as we go. Follow me, Alexander", Dorian explained and by using the walls he jumped on the rooftop of the nearest building.

    The silver bullets in his kneecaps caused him to slow down his pace. Dorian was headed towards the "HQ" with Alexander beside him(( I can edit that out to avoid controlling etc. )). The "HQ" was clearly one of the highest buildings in the city. It was funny how easy it was to spot, considering that vampires tend to lay low. Dorian had his extra pair of suit in the "HQ" so he had to arrive there looking like a bum. The thought wasn't inviting but Dorian didn't really have a choice there. Dorian hadn't spoken a single word to Alexander after he left. It was eerily silent before Dorian spoke again.

    "I recommend you don't make any contact to anyone in your previous life. No matter how much you were liked or loved, you'll only be an abomination at best to them. Oh.. and I do not wish for our.. partnership.. to end early because of your behaviour". Dorian hated to use the word "partnership" but that was all he could come up with for now.
    "So if you wish to grab someone from the collar and throw him/her around, choose a Crix. You might not be familiar with them since vampire hunters see all vampires as equals. In any case, the Crix are lowlives who us sophisticated vampires loathe. Crix are the stereotypes vampire hunters search and hunt down. They only see death and destruction from their eyes, and the only thing going through their mind is to feed on another vampire". Dorian stopped as the duo was almost at the "HQ".

    In the end this evening turned something quite different than usual, Dorian thought as he opened one of the double doors to the "HQ". The lobby was quite big with no paintings in it. Everything had a tint of grey in it, as if the place was a graveyard of sorts. The floor was made out of grey tiles which got quite cold during the night. The security desk was located right in front of the double doors, a few steps away from it. The elevators were located behind the security desk. There was usually someone on watch, and as a matter of fact there was someone tonight too. The guard had a baffled look on his face as he first saw Dorian and Alexander.

    "Is.. everything all right?", the guard asked.
    "Evening. Nothing for you to worry about". Dorian answered to the guard before turning to face Alexander.
    "Now I would like for you to join me in the council meeting tonight. I believe the others would much like to see fresh blood here, especially the kind you have". Dorian smirked slightly.
    "First I shall get changed. There is still 10 minutes until the meeting starts, we shall meet there if you're willing to come. The meeting area is on the 60th floor", Dorian said to Alexander before leaving him and heading off to his quarters.

    (( The guard is just a random NPC. I'm just expecting that Alexander followed Dorian, is that ok? From the streets I mean.

    Aaaand now would be a good time for everyone to arrive to the meeting ))
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    ((Bahhh sorry I have become super busy today. Can you give me until tomarrow? Ill get it done.))

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    Deus started to move slowly toward the door when the girl came up to him and whispered something into his ear. He could feel the gaze of the others in the room, the sisters who went up to him before staring at him with serious jealous eyes. Deus would always be cautious when someone he just met invites him to follow her. Her reason was different though.

    Gain the elusive sprite known as time. Now as a scientist, his mind was intrigued. Maybe she was someone within the CIA that had technology that he didnt know about? Maybe she was just some woman who wanted to trick him. Either way, he decided it would be best to follow her. As he followed a few steps behind her though, he started to grow suspicious. They came up to a run down building which looked like it was good enough condition to be open. As he went inside he opened the door and saw the girl standing in the middle of the room with the lights on.

    "Ok, I think we went far enough. Whats this all about?"
    He walked over slowly and removed a blanket on a chair. Brushing some dust off of it, he sat down and looked at his watch. He signed as he saw the time. He planned on relaxing for abit at home and maybe sleep for alittle before he would go back to work.

    He then leaned forward on his chair ptaking his glasses off. He then stared into the woman's eyes. He would ussually do this with his research team when he thought they were lieing. He thought it was worth a try with the mysterious girl. Could he break her. He didnt think so but it was worth a try. She was different then the others though.

    "What are you hiding? The powers of time? Is this just a gag?" If she was real, he was willing to take any chances. The powers of...immortality is something kids read in books. He has heard of some myths and legends but overall thats what they were, myths or legends.

    He then thought back to what Tyia said earlier in the day....vampires. This made him smile, for how can something be real. He worked in a field where the word impossible was not to be used. There were some things though that were just to...out there...a myth in other words.

    Deus sat there waiting for an answer.

    ((Sorry it was short. I dont have enough time and I dont wanna hold you guys back))
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    ((OOC: Just so you know, *sky, Alice whispering to Deus was supposed to be inconspicuous (that is why I mentioned that anyone observing would have thought she was simply trying to get by). Also, Alice told Deus her name, so there is no need to address her as "girl". I know you were super busy, but I just wanted you to know these things. xD And yes, when I first saw 2 AM last night, (before I went to bed around that time ...Actually, I went to bed around 3 AM...) I was so confused. xD I meant to comment, but...I was tired.

    My mom hogged the computer from me for awhile, so it took me longer to post this than I thought. ))

    *** A Human is Turned ***

    Grayish blue hues intensely watched the purple haired prey prepare a seat that would be his last comfort as a human. Was he truly so curious as to allow himself to become a vulnerable pawn on the vast board of time and space to the one who obviously held more power at the moment? Any logical skeptic would have surely claimed the young victim a fool who submitted to the intrigue he found in Alice's statement. They would have thought he was an innocent rabbit that stumbled upon a trap deviced by a clever snake with a silver tongue, but that was not true. Something of greater forces had gathered the two to the very spot they now resided, which meant that the one before Alice was destined for greater accomplishments designated to fragile humans who tend to easily break. In other words, he was a bold challanger of life that would be gifted with a blessing...or a curse, to those who don't understand the potential of vampires.

    "Why, have we not fluttered about the same land of which we know? Haste will not get you far."

    While Alice pondered the exhaustion that was evident in his inquiring, her eyes glimpsed a peculiar sight. As if his vision couldn't grasp the raw meaning behind everything Alice said and did, the young man brought his thumb and pointer finger to the center of his specs, lowering them with his right hand as it settled in his lap. Interestingly, he leaned forward, causing his mature eyes to gaze upon Alice like he was the one testing her. Who was this lad, and how could he stare with such intimidation? Had Alice been human, she would have easily shrunk against such pure orbs, which seemed to demand honesty and diminish lies. However, Alice was a different person, a transformed being that was a mere shadow of her previous self, which was forced to remain in the background of a society ruled by men. Now she had the control in the meeting that brought them together.

    "Time is an essence that strings together all of life, strumming a never-ending melody that to many remains mute. Those that hear some of the musical gems spawn their own notes, hoping life may flourish upon the motley composition. Delight, agony, dread, awe, fright...so much is lost to the brilliance of those who know how this game is played. A pity."

    Ever so slowly, Alice took a few steps toward the one listening to her speak, the hungry mind that wished to know what it did not. Was she teasing him? Yes, but in a round-about manner that was common of her. She wanted him to diagnose all of which she said, which was only an explanation of what humans had to go through. Once again, she was speaking of the efforts humans try to inject into their talents and, hopefully, affect the world with all that they discovered. However, she also hinted that time was both the master of all the living that were hindered by their slavery as well as a messenger who delivered the past to the future and connected the future to the past, thus creating the present. Only by noticing what is presented in the present can a genius link their own ideas to the ideas of the past and leave the remains for the future. Of course, as slaves of time, they would only gain so much before all of that slipped through their cold fingers. Life brought death, and death brought life. That was the cycle time maliciously deviced, but there was an escape, a loophole that transcended life and death: the afterlife, also known as becoming the living dead. One such example of such rebels of time was exactly what Alice was: a vampire.

    "When a rose loses its petals, it gasps in horror at its betrayal, once again reuniting with the treacherous fiend known as time. Those petals become faded memories, pieces of sand that expand time further away. However, new life rises from the withered guardian, and with it resides a light, a light that crosses the many paths sent to cripple it. Eventually, this rose of light is touched by bitter fingers, which strangle the life that was given to it. Winter. A face of time when its wickedness rushes after all the lives that dare to challange it. Death. When light is drained from life, all that is left is despair, but in that despair is a glimmer of light that fights desperately for the flickering life that will soon diminish. Spring. This is a time of revival, when melody that was lost spread songs of rebirth. Afterlife. Light meets darkness, and darkness merges with light, transcending time."

    With the last words, Alice was standing by the lad's left side, nearly levelled with his ear. Would he understand the message that she offered him, and if so, how would he react? A mischievous grin appeared on her lips as she peered at the expression that gradually overwhelmed his face, sending the sensation throughout his body. Even if he wanted to resist or even speak what he thought of all that she said, it was too late. Sucking in a breath of preparation, Alice's sharp teeth pierced into the flesh that would soon lose its glow, gaining the pale hue that was common of the undead. Instead of aiming for the usual position on his neck, though, Alice bit into the soft clavicle, where the brachial plexus was. She made sure not to destroy the nerves, but with enough pressure, he would find it difficult to lift his left arm in order to stop her, and she could easily dodge his right arm. As the warm, sticky liquid travelled down her throat and through her body, she could almost feel the life of her victim about to reach a critical point. What was he thinking? Was he scared? Astonished? Regretful? Soon, there was no response from the motionless body that would eventually lead the trapped soul of the being into a new life.


    *** Arrival at HQ: Just in Time ***

    Everything on the way to "HQ" would have been a blur in the eyes of someone being lead by Alice, which would have been the new recruit if he had regained consciousness along the way. Taxis would have been handy to reach the destination, since the late hour promised more people walking on foot than by vehicle, but it would have been too much to explain why a young man was drapped around her shoulders. To be honest, not much changed about him, aside from his complexion. Since she wasn't greedy for blood, Alice didn't cause a mess when it came to slurping away at it, thus making it less suspicious as to why he wasn't awake and walking. Well, not that she knew if he did regain consciousness, for Alice continued to hurry through a residential area that seemed even more dead than the pair zipping through it. Keeping up a steady breathing technique, Alice darted pass low branches and shadowed trunks within a narrow forest that lead directly to "HQ". After using shortcuts and the speed given from becoming a vampire, Alice entered the building, nearly collapsing from the long distance run.

    ((OOC: Yup, I plan to talk about making it to the meeting and all that in my next post, since I got lazy with this post. :l ))

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    ((Currently writing my post, but I'm going out with my family soon to a family friends birthdays dinner party at some reservations at a fancy restaurant...so it will be up some time tonight!

    Gah! I said I was gonna post but when I got back I got absorbed in finishing off my new role play and finally got it finished...I PROMISE it will be up tomorrow when I get up before all you guys wake up in America. Sorry for the hold up I know you wanna get this snowball moving!

    Post shall be up within the next hour!))

    “You've got a lot of nerve to be ordering me around so quick...don't you remember we were still enemies not ten minutes ago...we still are” Alexander mumbled the last words to himself as Dorian left. Turning to the guard Alexander eyed him up and beamed a devious grin. He jolted towards him and bore his newly found fangs at him instantly making him jump out of his skin. “So, tell me, where the hell can I go wash myself up in a place like this?”.

    The guard's finger began to tremble as he pointed to the two doors which led into a hallway. “Second door on the right”. B*tch Alexander thought to himself and chuckled. Instantly making his leave Alexander made his way to the men's room. Just as Alexander left the entrance two more vampires had just arrived, a female and a male slung over her back. Upon entering the men's room it wasn't something Alexander was usually accustomed to. It looked stylish, and looked so clean like it has never been used before. Making his way to the mirror Alexander took a long look at himself touching every new facial change, mostly his fangs.

    His complexion was paler now and the most noticeable change, apart from his fangs were his blood red eyes. He looked like a demon. So this was it. He was now officially a vampire. Taking a cigarette out of his pocket he sparked it up and began to smoke. He was in a building full of vampires and it was quite hard for him to restrain himself from beating the cr*p out of every single one of them. Drawing his gun, Alexander began to point it at the mirror image of himself, showing fancy gun work with flicks and twirls with his gun. Sighing he holstered it again and began to clean himself up.

    Five minutes past until Alexander was looking as sharp as he did before the fight. Rubbing his hand from his jaw line to his chin he began to chuckle to himself. “Damn Alexander, you are too good looking”. He began to whistle as he left to men's room and proceeded to make his way to the council chambers. 60th floor...Oh I cannot wait to see all the head honchos. Calling the elevator he made his way inside and pushed the button to the 60th floor. It took another two minutes until he reached the council chambers. The elevator was surprisingly fast. Two more minutes until the meeting would start. It would seem there was somebody else already here. He kind of looked like a bum with partly ripped clothes and thick messy dreadlocks, or he could have been thrown through a wood chipper, either one seemed likely at this point.

    The room was extremely large. A mahogany table around the room into a circle so everybody could see each other. Each chair themselves belonged to a certain council head, and that bum of a vampire was sleeping away in his chair. Jonathan Hughes the Relgan council vampire, and he's a bum...go figure. Spotting Dorian's council seat Alexander smiled. Alexander proceeded to walk over to the chair and sit on it himself, surely just to p*ss off the vampire that turned him. Relaxing himself he put his feet onto the table and crossed them, and then interlocked his fingers behind his head like he had not a care in the world. Yawning Alexander began to stretch, he would now have to wait for the arrival of the rest of the vampires that he would soon kill.

    ((Fairly short and not as good as my last I know...but at this point...theres not much else to do.))
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    Bell was slightly surprised that Eve hadn't moved or tried to hold her back, but she didn't show this feeling. Her face stayed plain and normal while she walked back and opened the newly made door. She could almost feel the blood running though it and was sure that if she tried she could make the door move on his own. It was made of blood afterall. Quickly she turned around and when she saw nobody she swiftly placed her own fangs in her arm which caused the blood to slowly starting to come out. Holding her arm against the door for a moment she let her blood mix with the door and thus with Eve's blood.

    "Dentro Cattura." She whispered while she took her arm of the door and watched how her blood disappeared without leaving a trance behind. A small smile crossed her lips and then she walked off. Never knew when that could come in handy again.

    25 minutes later

    The doors of the vampire HQ opened without a sound when she entered and walked inside. Her footsteps resonated slightly through the queit building. There were people working this night, but it never was really that busy here. Bell likes the quietness. She walked towards the elevator seeing that it was already going up. Sighing she pressed the button and started to wait for the elevator to come down again. Of course she could take the stairs, but that would take way to long and was too tiring. For once she wished that she was a vampire like those from the fairy tales. Then she could simply transform into a bat and fly up to the 60th floor. Who the hell ever thought of something that stupid as people turning into animals was just crazy. Like that would ever happen...

    The elevator arrived and the doors opened smoothly. She reached up to the upper button and leaned back to the wall when the doors closed again. As usual there was a boring tune in the elevator. She surely had to say something about that later. She flipped open her phone and pressed 2 and after that the green call button. The phone automatic connected her to Carlo.

    What did he say? The man grumpy voice came from the phone.
    "He was quite aggresive and attacked me first, but I think we have somehow come to something in closer terms. Due my limit in time I had to leave before I could finish everything proper, but I left something of me behind just in case. Also I plan on going back tomorrow or maybe next week." She said thinking about the invitation thing.
    Hmpf, I had expected more from you Donna di Luca. Make sure you convince him no matter what. As for the meeting...

    Bell closed the phone when she was about the enter the meeting hall. Sighing she placed her hand on the door handle which was gold and kinda cold. She wondered for a moment what the meeting would be like. The other vampires didn't really like her much for being a Remetian and for speaking just for Carlo. Well she couldn't really care less about what they thought, but it would be nice to have someone with who she could talk for once. Silently she opened the door and entered the large hall.

    There were two members already. Wait. No, there was only Mister Hughes, the Relgan council member. On Dorian's seat sat a stranger. Her green eyes moved over his messy hair and his cigarette, over his feet that rested on the table and hsi hands behind his head. Who was this new guy? Did something happen to Dorian? Fate had it that the chair of the Remetian council member was next to the Vertrue's one. Without a sigh of haste Bell strolled over towards her seat while continuing observing the guy. She pulled her chair back and sat down without moving her eyes from him. If he was dangerous then keeping an eye on him would be the best thing to do. Concentrating she could feel her blood rushing through her veins, she stretched out this feeling to feel his blood, his heartbeat. One wrong move and she would make sure he regretted it.


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    "this hasn't created in me
    a sense of obligation."

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