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    Curse of a Vampire
    The cursed six

    "It all started with three words: She will live..."

    Sounds like bones being snapped one after the other erupted eerily in the night. Seconds ticked by and the crackling became louder. Suddenly, a deafening yelp invoked further screams, the discord rivaling a tortured soul. Then, all too suddenly, the shrieks were quieted, as if to keep all that will happen a secret. Without a moon to emit its soothing light and stars to guide them, the youthful group continued to meander in sheer darkness -- or not? Perhaps the more sensible members of the group clicked their flashlights into life, the might of their lights shredding away the darkness for miles. However, from the distance they stood, the light was far too blinding. Immediately, the light was lowered to a level that barely revealed the stone crosses and humped pillars all around them. Yes, the group of five had escaped into the night for an a cemetery, no less.

    "W-w-wait! If you both had flashlights, why didn't either of you use it until now?" The person who had spoken was Asya, the only Sophomore in the group and, so far, the youngest amongst them. Her bravery to speak out against her older peers was probably the result of her appearance. Asya was a spunky sixteen year old who parted her hair from the far right of her head to the left for a "mature" look. And it certainly gave her maturity -- at least in appearance. Her hair was bouncy, healthy, and curled only enough to give the impression that it "floated". She obviously loved styling her hair in ways that complimented her emerald eyes, but it was her matured body that caused people to question her age. To put it simply, from her fashion and posture to her height and body composition, she looked two years older than she should look. Asya is still pondering whether this is a good thing or not.

    "Hahah- It's probably -heh- b-because you -haha- took a tumble into -ha- a gr-grave earli -- hahahahah! Ah, your face was priceless! It was more frightening than your scream -- hahaha!" Jabbing his finger at Asya and wiping the tears that came from excessive laughter was Avon, a nineteen year old Junior who stayed back two years in his Freshman years. He was obviously the oldest of them all, but judging from the glare coming from Asya, she certainly didn't respect him as such, despite his looks. Dirty blonde spikes were tussled around on his head, the tips nearly white in hue. Bronze skin highlighted his athletic frame and, during the rare moments of seriousness, his dark eyes held an intensity that would woe any girl. Sadly, his happy-go-lucky lifestyle and comfortable attire that consisted of torn jeans, bright hoodies, and oversized shirts supposedly passed down from his older brother became a quick turn-off.

    "Avon, focus. If we dally too long, the person responsible will have to commit to the punishment game." The female wielder of the light dropped her voice to a dangerous, low volume. As she hoped, her words became chills that ceased all jokes and even resulted in a few shivers. Her name was Circe, an eighteen year old Senior with narrowed eyes even darker than Avon's. Of course, she traced her eyes with a black eyeliner specifically to creep people out, especially handy for the caption of the debate team. To add to her seemingly gothic features, Circe cut her jet black hair into a bob, some strands wavering over her eyes in a menacing manner. Even her sense of fashion was decked in black, ranging from feminine suits to a pencil skirt and a plain, unattractive blouse -- which she happened to be wearing at the moment.

    "Zoth awaits us at 'a looming tombstone that gains visibility only on the darkest of nights.' The forecast suggested a new moon next week, but as we are near the heart of the city, not a single star can be seen and the skyscrapers properly hinder any moonlight from shining over this cemetery." Keeping her head tilted to a small notepad in her hands and only shifting her eyes to the sky was the least known amongst the group, Lamia. Only her classmates, Avon and Zoth, knew who she was beyond being a sports maniac. Being a 17 year old Junior, she already went through girls' basketball, tennis, soccer, and, as of this year, volleyball, baseball, and track and field. There are rumors that she even practices archery in whatever free time she has in order to increase accuracy and focus -- something Avon should work on. All the sun exposure gave her tanned skin, a pity after bleaching her wavy, brown hair blonde in order to compliment her azure eyes.

    "...Let's go." That was their second in command, the young man with few words named Damian. Everyone watched as he whirled his flashlight to the tallest tombstone they ever saw, a spectacle that only those incapable of seeing through darkness -- which was everyone without the flashlights -- would miss. Damian took one more glance back, revealing the third pair of eyes like coal. After he knew he had everyone's attention, he swung his hair forward, causing his red locks to swish with the motion. His stoic nature fit perfectly as a student librarian, but oddly, he was also on the debate team. That raised some questions, particularly as to whether or not it was required to keep up a social barrier as a member of the debate team. Perhaps the hardest aspect about Damian to figure out, though, was how someone with such a normal past living in a normal household with normal parents would join in the antics of such suspicious kids on such an auspicious night.

    "...The words spurn ideas of the afterlife, and of a girl rising from her grave..."

    Wearily waiting for his companions was Zoth, who hummed merrily to a soft melody. The melody poured from his gray goggles with orange tinted lens. Being somewhat of a genius, Zoth equipped them with audio, radio, and a calling feature -- not that he would risk coming off as panic by calling someone. Instead, he pressed his head on the tombstone behind him, his mint green hair contrasting with the pitch black surface. Boring! Slamming his hands on the ground, Zoth jerked forward, preparing to leap on his feet, but decided against it. Patience. But Zoth was never patient. How else would he have skipped his Sophomore year if he had complied with the expectations of Freshman and learn according to his teachers and peers?! It was patience that cost him a graduation at the age of sixteen, but it was okay. Everything that would happen today, before the sun dared to interrupt the process, would make up for his "patience".

    Settling back in a relaxed position, Zoth couldn't help but grin at the tombstone above him, his amethyst irises glittering with excitement. It wasn't an ordinary tombstone, that was for sure, but it also wasn't as supernatural as the rumors made it sound. Zoth would know, considering he exaggerated the fragmented tale he had found lingering on the internet. A contraption in the form of a tombstone would certainly give life to a little girl who wished to live once more, but again, that would be too simple. A ghostly girl popping up out of nowhere would backtrack to those silly little tests of courage the people of the past loved so much. No, he would go so much further. Granted, the girl would appear, but so would a wild fire to punish the children who mocked her untimely death. The fire would spark miniature bombs, creating panic and chaos. But it was all just a game, a fun experiment with the pawns he gathered.

    "Ah, here they come! Excellent! Let the game begin -- huh? Now that's strange. Did those rumors attract unwanted guests? Hm...either way, my fun won't stop here!" Zoth hopped on his toes, sprinting towards his five "friends." Casually eyeing them all, he realized the two additional figures his goggles allowed him to spot were no longer present. However, he knew his eyes did not deceive him. There was a tall fellow and...a girl who looked awfully familiar.

    "...She would have six sins, each sin to mirror six souls..."

    Asya, Avon, Circe, Lamia, Damian, and the leader of them all, Zoth. They all held an unyielding fear in their hearts, not so much from a sorrowful past, but rather, from facing a crossroad. One path would have them lost forever in regrets and the other would lead to discovering meaning in their short lives. Such a crossroad is a part of life as a human, and as such, wouldn't interest a vampire who transcended such problematic blockades. However, how many vampires would have the chance for their unfulfilled self to judge six perplexing teens? Lingering in midair was a girl with heaps of gray hair trailing down her back and big, childish eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes. It enraged the existing version how well a kid decades after her death could mimic her sickly state and distinct details in an animated doll.

    "How dare those sinful kids make a cheap clone of my past self! Look at them, Lich! Those...jerks look as if they are worshipping her -- me -- grr! Come on! My bloods getting low and I think a good scare would do them some good, especially that no-good nihilist!"

    "If I knew any better, I would say your blood pressure is abnormally high for someone who had "fast" for some time, Ruki."

    "Don't be ridiculous, Lich. I'm 'dead,' remember?" For a moment, a genuine smile appeared on Ruki's face. Although mostly serious, Lich's dry humor paid off as an undead.

    Ruki's and Mikhail's comedic sideshows always lightened the mood between them, but nothing was better than putting on a show for someone expecting a completely different show. First up was manipulating the doll, which began to speak of six sins: grief, laziness, lies, lost hope, lovelessness, and, as already stated, nihilism. Ruki truly wanted the doll to state "the future of nothingness for the wasteful lunatic and no-good believer of absolutely nothing," but that would alert Zoth that the doll he and everyone else were listening to wasn't his doll. As Ruki planned, a collaborative focus on one point (the doll) would allow for collaborative fears -- at least at first. In other words, they all saw and heard the same thing under the control of Lich's "Terror," but soon their fears would manifest in their individual sins.

    The first to fall was Asya, who began screaming uncontrollably. She thrust her hands upon her head, shaking it for the images to go away, but they simply wouldn't. Before she knew it, Asya was fourteen once more, a year before transferring from the public schools she knew so well to the ones in New York. Her younger sister, five years old at the time, had just gotten a bottle full of liquor broken against her head. She cried out, clawed her way to her sister, only to be snatched up by her hateful father and sliced by the now shattered bottle. "Help me, please!" was shouted over and over again, but Asya was helpless. Her arms were locked behind her back by her own mother, who watched her youngest child being tortured as if in a trance. Then, when her sister took her last breath, Asya finally understood why her world was falling apart: her mother was pregnant. That's why their hope had faded away. A baby for a mother who only had girls, a chance for the boy the tyrant of a father wished to raise. "No, not again...please, I don't want to die! Why do I have to be replaced?!"

    Those last few words triggered the fear within Damian, the not so perfect son with two doting parents. He was an only child, a child who was spoiled and nurtured lovingly, but they weren't his parents. No one else knew but him, and the worse part was that his real parents were still alive! He had seen them, and it was at that moment that he couldn't believe in love. Standing across the street, laughing without a care in the world, was a beautiful and young woman, a charismatic and robust man, and...a spirited, little girl. They were his true parents, but when he passed them along the crosswalk, not a single sign of recognition was given to him. Was that love? How could he, as a young boy, remember the mother and father who packed and left him as a kid, abandoned him with not so much as a note, only to resurface with another child in the place he belonged?! "How frivolous. Why seek the approval of those who don't appreciate all that you've done to be recognized?"

    Ruki could almost sympathize with Damian, but she couldn't allow her mind to slip into the past. Lich was affecting the group one after the other, empowered by their connecting fears. If Ruki would have reflected on the events that lead to her rebirth, she would have been lost within the world of "Terror" like Asya and Damian and now Circe and Avon.

    Circe was the first one to submit, her mind spinning with all that she accomplished and none of all that she did amounting to the efforts of her older brother. Avon could relate, struggling against his three older sisters in elementary school with no idea that he couldn't affect his parents the way his sisters did. What separated the two was Circe's determination to keep her brother's success a secret from her high school and to downplay everything she did to the parents she thought would care less either way. The lies continued and, to her relief, she managed to gain success in school without being overshadowed by her brother, No one would know how much Circe suffered because of those lies, at least no one who knew her in high school. But Avon had seen her since elementary school, witnessing her fall and pick herself up with all that she could muster within herself. He thought she would end up like him, but after seeing her change and the birth of his younger sister rivaling that of his artistic, intellectual, and logical sisters, his laziness ebbed away. So why was she so scared?!

    "...And when her sins were told, she would judge her now sinned souls."

    Zoth whipped his head around, seemingly unaffected by the "Terror" encroaching upon his prey. The girl he had spotted earlier had just spoken, but the uncanny similarities to the doll he had made couldn't be a coincidence. Once he knew that the two girls were the same people, Zoth couldn't help but burst out in laughter. Ruki wasn't going to show any mercy to such a brat. Darting forward, Ruki flashed in front of Zoth with amazing speed, gaining the upper hand. But she paused. Avon was able to see the ghastly spell wrapped around him and his friends, and he wasn't about to let the stranger before him get away with what she did. Interestingly, he not only managed to block Zoth, but he also held Circe with his right arm, attempting to snap her out of whatever had a hold of her.

    "You got some nerve--"

    His actions caught her off guard, but Avon was just close to a century too late to stop her. Bending her right leg and sweeping her left leg to trip her target, Ruki head-butted him before launching her fangs at his arms. By now, Ruki knew how dumb it was to simply bite someone and leave her teeth marks as evidence that vampires exist, so she made them her weapon. Once her teeth punctured his skin, Ruki tore at it by dragging her teeth downwards and then ripped them out. Blood gushed into a crimson mess on his arms, at which Circe zipped over to Ruki as back up. That didn't last long. Ruki rotated out of the way as a powerful punch was aimed at her, countering it with a dropping kick to Circe's neck. Although it was an unsatisfying spot, Ruki dragged her teeth diagonally along Circe's back, sending one more kick where the fresh wounds resided.

    "Don't worry," Ruki dunked as Avon made a grab at her and then hurled him into Circe, "neither of you will die today."

    The nightmare still played in Asya's head, but the noise of pain and resentment echoed closer and closer. Her fury at her mother was subsiding. The kicks she sent to her mother's belly was becoming more and more meaningless. Gradually, Asya recalled a doctor announcing the faked pregnancy her mother clung to for sanity and escape from the tormentor that was her husband. They both had grieved for their sins, so why was she reliving something that couldn't be changed? More importantly, she wanted to convey her feeling to the one person who hardened his heart towards her: Damian. She wanted him more than anyone to know he loved her, and when her sight returned, and she saw the outcome of Avon and Circe, she knew now could be the last chance to let him know of her love.

    "Damian, you coward -- e-ewwww! Wha-what is this?!" The green spirits shrieking at her were fading with her consciousness restored, but it still freaked her out. If given the chance, Asya probably could out-scream them in pitch, but once she saw Ruki's locked gaze upon her, Asya resumed her declaration. "Damian, do you realize how many hearts you broke?! No, that's not right -- shit! -- ugh, I'll just say it! I love you, and if tonight -- er, if today is our last, I want you to love me in return! I know it's selfish, but be my first love and let me be yours!"

    Ruki waited a few seconds for the love-birds to open their hearts to each other. If anything, seeing your fears drawn out in front of your eyes and then overcoming them was enough for Ruki to show sympathy...again. What was it with these six -- no, four. She unleashed her last acts of kindness to the possible couple before facing the only two who didn't succumb to "Terror": Zoth and Lamia.

    "Why should I let the both of you live?" Lamia's down-casted eyes revealed she wouldn't speak, but just as Zoth's lips parted, Ruki interrupted him. "Don't answer the question! I already know all I need to know. Zoth, you won't be dying today because, unlike these 'pawns' you were so willing to endanger, you still haven't found your reason to live. Sorry but, I don't kill incompetent, juvenile hooligans. Oh, and I'm referring to you, kid." Ruki pointed at Zoth, upsetting him till his face turned red.

    "Shut up! And just who is the kid here?! A century has already passed and you only have time for a bunch of misfit--"

    "The real misfit is you. Sweet dreams."
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    Curse of a Vampire
    A tutto c'è rimedio, fuorchè alla morte.

    There is a cure for everything except death

    Intro Music

    Softly purring the jet soared over the Atlantic Ocean. Below the waves crashed against each other in an endless battle for domination. Above the sky was black. There were no clouds for which the pilot of the plane was glad. He disliked flying in the dark, but flying in the dark and with limited sight was even worse. The moonlight gave the plane a soft silver glance. Inside the only sounds were the soft tunes of an oboe that entered the passengers’ room through the intercom. The only passenger had her eyes closed as the song filled the silence. Georg Philipp Telemann’s Partita number two in G major. One of her favorites. Even though Telemann’s music had never found its ways to the di Luca halls when life was still normal it reminded her inevitable of home. The soft tunes of the oboe carried her back to the days of pleasure, simplicity and happiness. They seemed so long ago and truth to be told they were. More than three hundred years had passed since the last time she had set foot in the di Luca estate. The house with the marble floor in the hall and the wooden carpet in the ballroom. The moon had reflected the same way on the silver decorations of her window as it did now on the wings of the plane.

    Signora everything to your wish?”

    Bell opened her eyes and slowly moved her glance to the stewardess. The man shifted uncomfortable under the stare. “Yes, thank you.” She finally spoke. Unseen -- or that he thought -- the man breathed out and made a small bow before hurrying away. Again the only thing that broke the silence was Telemann’s partita.

    Letting the music wash over her Bell closed her hand around the letter that lay on her lap. She had read it several times already, but still she felt frustrated about it.

    My dear Belladonna,

    It has been so long since we’ve seen each other. Why don’t you join me on my regular meeting next week? It would be absolutely lovely to see your face again. Actually I already arranged everything considering work and transportation with your employer. You don’t mind that, do you? I will personally make sure that your stay will be utmost comfortable.

    Until then,

    Your eternal friend


    Bastard. As if he could hide his true meaning under his fancy words. They had met, two times, and although first impressions weren’t thing that Bell normally stuck too, she had found out that signore Harbinger -- or Dorian as he wanted her to call him which she refused to do out of principal -- was exact the vampire you would expect him to be. A smooth talker. Always poking his nose into other people’s business, giving away hits that he knew more about the secrets you carried than you wanted him to know.

    As soon as she had received the message she had dialed the head of the Remetian family and spoken out her dislike of the letter. Dorian might demand her for a mission, but he had nothing to say about her. Her loyalty didn’t lie by him. Not even a bit. However the Remetian council head had supported the Vertrue vampire for once.

    “Adelaide is concerned and so am I. The movements of the clan are… troubling. We don’t want witnesses, signorina di Luca. We vampires have lived silently for many ages as they should. We can’t have people walking around knowing about us, you know that.”

    “You want me to go and accept the mission then I assume?”

    “Indeed. Information is always a nice thing to receive.”

    “I understand.”

    “One other thing. Seeing as things are now it is likely that there will be two other members or our clan present: Deus Crimson and Lestan de Launchét.”

    “Deus Crimson? I haven’t heard from him.”

    “He is only forty years old, but he suffices. I take it you are familiar with signore de Launchét.”

    “His name has reached my ears if that is what you mean. A Frenchman. His blood magic is said to be almost unrivaled.”

    “He is older then you.”

    There was a silence.

    “Anything else you want me to do sir?”

    “No, that is all. I expect first hand information later. Keep your eyes open.”

    “I will sir.”

    “Oh and my privet jet will be at your disposal. Signore Harbinger will take care of the rest.”

    The line had been cut of rigorously.

    Bell rumpled the paper into a ball and let it fall out of her hand. It hit the ground with a soft tick and rolled away under one of the other chairs. She shifted her eyes to the window. They were still flying over sea though in the far distance she could see land. It wouldn’t be long before they reached America. The meeting had probably already started, but signore Harbinger himself had assured her that being late was not a bother. She wondered suddenly if it was the Remetian council head or signore Harbinger that had picked her for this mission.

    In the reflection of the window her hair had the color of fresh blood. Her throat suddenly felt dry. She pressed a button that was located on her right and immediately the stewardess appeared.

    “You called signora?”

    “Yes, bring me a drink please. A+ will suffice.” She said.

    “Right away signora.”

    Bell sat back again and watched how the land crept closer and closer. The servant returned with her drink which she almost eagerly accepted. As the good man hurriedly made his way back to the front she called after him. Afraid that he might have done something wrong the man spun around on his heels and faced her again though he kept his eyes low. He didn’t want to face the red glimmer that had appeared in his passenger’s green eyes.

    “Yes signora?”

    “Please be so good to put on some music from Death Valley. Let’s see how well this signor de Launchét can write.”
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    Deus threw some cloths into his small luggage bag. He didn’t know how long he would be away, so he made sure he was somewhat prepared. He headed on back to the lab, passing a few other scientists whose gazes were of that of a long trance. Deus entered the lab and looked over to his table noticing the decent sized vials on it. Deus walked over, placed them into the container, and closed it. He then slid it into his bag. He started to walk over to the computer when a sharp pain went throughout his stomach area. He could feel his throat being all dry. He hadn't fed on blood in a long time.

    "Alfred, grab me a O bag please and put it in a traveling mug. I'll drink it on the way there."
    "You could just make a pit stop on one of the humans on the way there...." Deus glared at him. "You know why I don't do that. Also pack some in a cold container and "minimize" it for me". Alfred grabbed a few bags and placed it in a box like object. He opened up some holographic modules, pushed some numbers and instantly it became as small as a ring box.

    " got a call" Alfred flicked his hand and the large screen showed a familiar face.
    "I told you not to contact me in the office Zen. If they find out I am talking to you..."
    "It is fine my friend. They are all preoccupied with this meeting." Deus would have questioned why he knew that, but Zen had people in all the right places. His sources were always correct.

    "It is something big Deus. We don't know what it is, because the council has been really hush hush about it."

    Deus continued to throw stuff into his bag. "How about the others from our section?"

    Zen looked down and began to type. "I got two and..." He whistled. "You are like a baby compared to them." He began to laugh. Deus gave him a "really again with this joke?" glare.


    "One is Belladonna Elenora Lai.....something something something. Damn that is a long name. And the other is Lestan de Launchét. Both are pretty high blood mages. That Bella is pretty cut..."

    Deus waived his hand. "Yea yea yea. And you wonder why every girl leaves you." Deus walked over to the screen. "I am leaving now. Contact me through my cell."

    "Sounds good. Good luck. Try to get as much information as you can. And if you can, see if one of them might join us. Another high level vampire is always welcomed."

    "Yep. Don't have to tell me." Deus looked at Alfred who closed the connection. "Ready?" Alred shrugged. "I always hate doing this."

    Deus walked over to the skull figure and stood infront of it. He bit his finger, blood starting to roll down his arm. He made small circular spell circle on the skulls head and began to chant in another language.

    Shia si vyrdaes sar vaelodi ail ti, Ai eilyrn thys si vesorarol ossor myr sai vaerodi ail ti. Ai eis oli shor o shys.

    ((Translation: By the powers that are within me, I allow for the purification of this soul to reside in me. I am one with the world.))

    I small light started to glow from the skull. Alfred then traveled into Deus, almost as if trying to take over him. After a few more seconds, everything calmed down.
    Damn, the first time always hurts the most. Deus though.

    Yea tell me about it, I'm a ghost and somehow felt pain there.
    Alfred replied in Deus's head. To keep Alfred from being exposed to everyone, Deus and Alfred figured out a way to coincide in one body. This way they could converse without anyone hearing them. The process doesn't last that long before the ritual has to be cast again. Deus also doesn't have to worry about Alfred trying to take him over, for they have known each other for a long time.... and Deus put a protective psychic shield around his brain. Deus quickly put the skull in his bag, and walked down to his car. The headquarters was just an hour away, and he could feel the hunger for blood increasing within him.

    Upon arriving, the man infront of the desk didn't even bulge.


    "Deus Crimson"

    He looked down at his list and a small smile appeared. "Ahh so the baby has arrived."

    Deus shook his head. The joke was so overused. The guard waved Deus through and Deus hopped on the elevator pushing the 50th floor button. As he hopped off the elevator he made his way to the room and opened the door.

    ((also edited Deus's powers. Kinda new stuff so take a look if you can ))
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    Seth took another swig from his thermos as he gazed from the headquarters to the postcard in his hand. A perfect match, save for the time of day. Seth placed the postcard back in his jacket pocket and went inside. The blood red carpet and cold granite walls did nothing to alleviate Seth's concerns. Not only that, but the rather dangerous looking guard stationed in front of the elevator doors did not exactly give Seth a warm and fuzzy feeling either. Seth approached the guard cautiously, who looked up and gave dismissive wave before shuffling though some papers on his desk.

    "Another one, hmm? Alright, name?"

    "Seth Green." Seth said, wrinkling his brows. "There're others?"

    The guard ignored him, looking at his papers for a second, before letting out a whistle. "Damn... You haven't even hit the double dead decade yet? I thought this was a grown ups only meeting... Why did they even call you here?"

    "...That was sort of my question..."

    The guardsman smiled. "Oooh right... I do know what's going on around here... Of course I'm not going to tell you... There'd be no fun in that... Now would there?"

    "Is this the part where I ignore you and walk on over to the elevators?"

    "Hey! And the kid does know what's going on!" The guard added a slow handclap of applause to the dripping sarcasm. Seth rolled his eyes and headed for the elevators, but the guard chimed in again once Seth walked though the elevator doors.

    "Oh, and one more thing, kiddo. Your file has a few things to say about your... 'control issues'. Just wanted to let you know that they're not going to be slow about putting you down if you go rabid. Ok puppy pup?"

    Seth's glare towards the guard's grinning face was the only response he managed to get out before the doors closed. Seth knew what it felt like to be rabid... Loosing control wasn't an unfamiliar concept.


    It was not even a year sense he became a vampire. A beast of the night as some called it. One who thirsts for blood... and tonight he was thirsty. Very thirsty. He had been warned never to go long without blood. He knew what the consequences could be... but he still insisted to try to hold onto his humanity with all his might. He refused to drink from humans, and he resorted to hunting local animals. Animal blood, however, could not even manage to take the edge off his hunger. And now his stubbornness had cost him.

    Seth stumbled though the vacant city streets, eyes wide and gasping for air. It was not for the need of air that he gasped, but the fact that Seth was looking for anything to distract him from the hunger that only continued to grow. Seth focused all his thoughts on his breathing.

    Air in, air out. Air in, air out.

    Seth's heightened senses picked up something, off in the corner of his eye, he saw them. His sharpened eyes picked out two figures in the darkness. A woman and a man. The man carried a knife, the woman carried a look of fear and helplessness. Seth began to retreat away before he did something he would regret. But that was before the woman cried out for help. She called out desperately. The man was going to rape her. She couldn't do anything. She needed to be saved.

    No! No, don't do it. Walk away, before you kill them both. Come on! Air in, air out, air in, air out.

    The woman's cries for help came between sobs, and Seth could not help but look back for a second. A dangerous mistake. He could see them, so fragile in comparison... His fear flooded eyes could pick out the veins popping out on their skin. They beckoned to be broken, to let the life force flow from it and onto his parched tongue...

    No! Air in! Air out! Air in! Air... Air... He wasn't breathing any more, the backwards glance became a full about face, and before Seth could fully comprehend what he was doing, Seth was charging full force toward the humans. He did not care anymore. Screw air!

    All that followed was blood. Blood and the beast.


    The elevator ping awoke Seth to the real world again, and he put his memories aside for another day.

    "Seth Green here, what's all this hoopla about?"
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    Moving through the mass of people, avoiding one person here, smacking another whose fingers reached towards his pockets there he wondered briefly why the day and night held such power. He was walking amongst people who took this time of darkness to live lives and perform actions that would be frowned at in the daylight, but if they told people what they did during the night all they get was a laugh and a clap in the back no matter how much it be frowned at in daylight, funny that. Not that he specially cared about what people did, he did not do it now and he couldn’t remember overly caring about that before turning either. There were some things that people did that he cared about though, like whenever his clan leader tried to convince him that he had “obligations”, how he hated that word. His own clan leader, more than two hundred years younger than him, something Gideon never forgot to remind him of, had said that word far too often to him.
    And now he was being lent to the big D, one of the most powerful vampires of today. And he had just been lying silently, minding his own business taking a smoke, a drink and performing some acts of vandalism a bit earlier, life sure had a fun way to screw itself up.

    Arriving at the building he yanked the door open and stepped in into its splendor and wealth. There was some serious cash spent in just making the reception, when thinking about the whole building well, it made him dizzy just thinking about the numbers involved.
    Approaching the guard he raised his head and gave him the classical guard look filled with dislike.

    “They just keep coming, who might you be then?”
    “Depends what you mean with that, do you want to know exactly who I am in personality, perhaps who I am in terms of social status and power, or is it just my name you wish to hear?” he said, not being able to resist messing a bit with him.
    “Just give me the ****ing name”
    “Gideon Scurra, self proclaimed lamp smasher”
    “Mm, well that’s great pal, just shup up and get into that elevator, 50th floor”
    “shut up, elevator, got it”

    Strolling inside the box, the doors closing behind him he pushed the button and felt the slight pressure from the elevator going upwards, humming with the elevator tune Gideon wondered exactly what Dorian wanted, he was pretty sure he wasn’t the first vampire that came in mind when wanting something done. The elevator coming to a stop he stepped out and into the meeting room. Noticing Shade first of all, it was impossible not to notice the Nosferatu, not so much for his appearance but the stench ramming into ones nose. Still, at least he knew Shade wasn’t as gray and dull as Dorian, if only not for the smell he could almost be pleasant company. Besides Shade there were a couple of other vampires spread out in the room. And in the center was of course Dorian. Standing in attention he raised his hand in a mock salute towards the Vertrue leader “Gid present and wondering what the hell he’s here for”
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    Talking Short post that leaves the ending to YOUR imaginations (until my next post!) :D

    For reasons unknown to Zoth, his body numbed at the sight of Ruki upclose. The munchkin standing so close to him didn't compare to the person he saw at a distance in combat. She darted at her prey like a professional runner with wild speed. When her teeth made contact with the skin of his comrades, the blood seemed to dance in slow motion as it twirled towards the sky. Without a doubt, they were in serious pain, falling unconscious in pale heaps. What was amazing was their resilience in the presence of a monster, though. Avon didn't hesitate a second to protect him, an act Zoth didn't calculate. Then again, that was the point in his experiment: witnessing the unexpected, and boy was everything happening around him unexpected. Granted, Circe was rather predictable for defending Avon from harm, but the confession from Asya was...well, uncharacteristic. Even more uncharacteristis was Damian's kiss of acceptance before a whirlwind of blood took away their consciousness.

    And now it was his turn. Glancing to his side, Zoth spotted Lamia gazing into nothingness, her world far more lonely and meaningless than his own. Was that why Ruki chose to spare his life as well? Each second brought her an inch closer, her fangs preparing to shred his skin apart. Then what? Everything that he did was to meet the vampire itching to knock him out in several painful ways. After all, until the fateful day that he saw her messages on a peculiar site, all he could do was struggle to graduate from high school as soon as possible. How could he work with his hands and do as he believed under the supervision of his overly busy parents?! No matter how much he wanted to live life freely and start over, he was weighed down by who he was and who he should be. And now, even when the greatest of unexplainable phenomenons was right in front of his eyes, there was a sense that he couldn't escape what he was "destined" to become.

    "Wait!" Zoth's voice echoed against the quiet background. Unknowingly, he closed his eyes as he cried out, yet he managed to resist Ruki's bite. "I...I don't get it. I took your hints and found an article about you from the 1950s. It was obviously outdated, but no one could figure out how the murders around one little girl were committed. But the reason is simple: you're a vampire!"

    "So what? Do you want a cookie? I thought nihilist didn't believe in rewards, digging up someone's past, and satisfying themselves." Silence followed, meaning Ruki had finally cornered Zoth. Placing a firm grip on his shoulder, Ruki narrowed her eyes at him, waiting for a reaction. When none came, she smirked. Then she dealt him a falcon punch to his right cheek, sending his face into the dirt below.

    "Are you mental?! So what if I'm not a 'real' nihilist! It was enough to lure you out! I even sent you information on everyo--"

    Ruki pounded her feet into Zoth's stomach, causing him to choke on his words, literally. Talking with Zoth was really pissing Ruki off, and an extra dose of kicks to his ribs didn't satisfy her in the least. What infuriated her more was the fact that Zoth responded to her "hints" by hacking her numerous accounts. Besides, "she will live" was a psychological test for the depressed or possible candidates for becoming vampires. In the end, Ruki got was a bunch of confused teens who couldn't even be looted to pay the rent she owed! What's more, vampires were suppose to be a "hush, hush" topic amongst humans, so Ruki had no choice but to check out Zoth's "masterpiece." No time was wasted to dismantle it.

    "Listen, twit!" Ruki gathered the material of Zoth's shirt and yanked him upwards. It kind of pleased her to no longer be considered a mere "child" in his eyes, but she was still furious. "I've seen Hell, and I know you're not ready for it. Nihilism isn't 'believing in nothing,' but you don't truly believe in nothing ei--"

    "Wh...-y a-re y..-ou so...mad? Ha..." Rolling her eyes, Ruki released her grip on Zoth, but shoved his upper body back into the dirt, the rest of his body following with it. "J-jeez! Are you sure you're not trying to kill me?"

    "How about you respect those superior to you?! And if I wanted to kill you, you'd be in a lot more pain! Now, speak. Your time is dwindling."

    "You think I don't understand? I have five beaming siblings who are younger than me. Four of them are girls, and two of those girls are twins. The last of those five siblings is a boy, but I do have another brother. He's older than me and makes my life a living H- miserable. But I also know that deep down, none of my classmates here want to die."

    "The contraption I made that dysfunctioned was suppose to do exactly what your...friend did to my classmates: terrify them enough to realize what they had all along. It wasn't going to kill them. I made sure of that. But I also wanted a spectacle that would remind you of your past and lure you out. So, it was a two for one--"

    "Who's demented now?!"

    "Please take me with you. I can't go back, and no matter how much I open my heart to them, I...I just can't live the life they live."

    ****** Some Time Later ******

    Ruki panted as the yanked open the door to the HQ. After ranting to a bunch of kids and unleashing her anger out on them, she realized her Digi was buzzing uncontrollably. Since Digi's were way better than cell phones and the early editions of digital phones, Ruki often checked it frequently. When opened, messages and calls were displayed like any cell phone, but by tracing your finger down the center of the phone and speaking your password for access, the phone would split apart to reveal two flaps with screens on them.

    The right screen was for entertainment purposes -- games, movies, TV, etc. The left screen held the internet, news, and online messaging. Upon opening her online messaging inbox, Ruki was devestated to find a flood of e-mails all signitured with a fancy "D." Either "D" was a master hacker who wanted to increase her already bad mood or Ruki was dealing with an amateur who sent frequent messages if you didn't reply fast enough. Ruki chose the latter to describe him.

    "Dear God, if there is a God, why are they multiplying?!"

    "Isn't your job to take my name, not complain about your worthless duty and waste my time?"


    "Ruki Lox. Now open the damn elevator!"

    "Well aren't you uncute. A Fallian, eh? You're the second one with father issues, right? And aren't Fallians suppose to be anti-social? What's with the groupi--"

    "Why don't you shut your face, open the damn elevator, and have fun babysitting?!"

    Without waiting for another word, Ruki stormed into the elevator, rapidly jammed the button for the floor she was designated to, and waited irritably for the door to open. When it did, all the vampires who arrived ahead of her would feel her flaming glare if they dared to turn their heads towards the "Ding" noise behind them. Today just wasn't her day, and neither was it for anyone who crossed her path.

    Nurarihyon no Mago!
    Inpa: "...I got your mask already, look! Isn't it pretty?”
    Balthazar: ”Urgh.. !! It's pink..”
    Inpa: ”Oh please, it's called being metrosexual!..."
    -- farag0n; Tales of Amn

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    (No one want to be the jack of all trade?, Almost want to name the character Punny Jackall, but I knew better.)

    Name: John Smith (AKA The Gardener)
    Age: Appear 58
    Gender: Male
    Branch: Vertrue
    Dark Power(s):
    Omnilinguistic: Although his mother tongue is Latin, and he knows a bit of English and Chinese, everyone can understand him. He has the ability to communicate with every living thing in the world. This can go from as large as a whale, to as small as a bacterium, from the lively insects to the unwavering tree it gnaws upon. If it is alive, then he can talk with it. Simplest way to put it, he can speak Russian in French, and never need to hire an interpreter during business trips. This is also a hassle sometimes, because it means he can’t curse in another language. He still tries sometimes though.

    Master Key: His hand can open or close any lock, in the real, digital or psychological world. It doesn’t really matter what he does with his hands really, as long as he wishes it, and as long as his hand is point in the general point, it will open. Though personally, he likes to do a little twist motion, because he thinks it adds character. He uses it regularly himself such as starting his car to opening his safe. Because of this, he melts every key he possesses. And he never has to remember his password for his multiple email accounts.

    Ability to unlock psychological lock is useless to him, as he is not a mind reader, and could never get access to the information stored within. However, he sometimes does it just on a whim, most times it does nothing, other times it unlock forgotten trauma, or inspiration, to which he claims no responsibility over.

    It should be noted, that his use of this power was not always on the legal side. And a lock must exist before hand for him to use it.

    Ubiquity: He can be everywhere at the same time. He cannot carry something with him, not even his cloth. However, the condition for him to exist in a location is that he must be observed. If he is not seen, he doesn’t exist. And if no instances of him exist, he no longer exists. Observation can be either direct or indirect, from the business partner across the table, or the security camera in the corner.

    His instances can operate individually, and work together holistically. There is no secret between himselves.

    Weapon(s): Golf Club. Not really, he wanted to smash someone’s head with a golf club once, but never did. He uses whatever he could find, prefers improvisation than specialization, which is also the motto of his businesses, much to the fear of his investors.

    Appearance: Imagine a grandfather.

    History: An opportunistic man, he grabbed onto every profitable business he can find, often have to create multiple aliases or proxies to make it work. His early times involved logging, construction, and farming. As needs changed, so did his businesses, when war came, he made weapons, when university was established, he printed the books, when science demanded supplies, he provided them. Gold rush, oil rush, he took his grabs. Insurance, brokers, health agencies, he made people cry. He even claimed to have seen the ingredients of Coca Cola once, and said President’s Choice’s was better. Currently, he’s in the auto industry building smart cars, and the electronic company researching virtual reality. That doesn’t mean his past businesses was put to a stop, no, the Gardener watches every seed he plants, and he leech out his shares every day.

    In the vampire society, he operated his pubs and ******s, collectively called the Hubs. The Hubs collects and share information, myth or facts, related to both human and vampires. It is for this reason that that who knows him calls him the Gardner. For his numerous businesses allowed him to plant the root for the Hubs.

    Besides managing the numerous businesses through instances, there’s always one John Smith that’s weeding his lawn.

    Because Calculus is magical, the constant Euler constant appears when we solve this differential equation. -James Thomson, Biology Professor

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    This is very interesting game. But please give me some game guide about this. Thanks!

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