Topic: RPG - Supernatural: Vampire vs Werewolf

Name:Nikoli Ramanov (no relation to the former Czar)
Age: 1000 years old.(elder werewolf)
Gender:Male
Weapons: An ancient claymore, two .45 revolvers, and a submachine gun
Apearance: A massive man, looks to be 35 years old. Incredibally fit, six three. Long brown hair, steel grey eyes.(as wolf, fur his blacker then midnight under a rock in the middle of space with the stars turned off. A huge wolf as well.)
Personality: Smart, calculating, a born hunter, (for some reason, the mateing instinct isnt as represed, has to do with the reason he is so old)

Xan the Red stood in front of the beast. It circled him, slowly, they signature eyes of a perdator watched him, ready. He launched himself at the beast. He lost his blade in the battle, he was a strong man, but this creature was inhuman. He punched it, the mail on his chest swishing with the movement. The wolf bit him, and Xan roared in pain and anger. He found his sword and swung it, decapitataing the beast.

Five years later

Xan stood in the forest, stareing at the bottle in his hand. "Will it cure me?" he had asked the man. "I am unsure, but it has magical powers, your guess is as good as mine" Xan yanked the cork form the bottle, and drank it on one gulp.

2007

Nikoli crouched in the woods, near the small cave he used as a den. Somewhere in the distance a wolf howled, he began to change, into the halfwolf, his sword in the cave. When the transformation was complete, he replied. He belived it time he had a pack of his own, and he liked the one here.

Daphne draped Nick's arm across her shoulders and helped him walk, she went to the nearest room and kicked the door in. She laid Nick down on the bed. "Do you need anything? Water? Painkillers?"

Nick groaned, "Painkillers would be great."

Daphne rummaged around the room, there were snack packets, tissues and tea bags but no pain killers. "Who are these people? Surely they'd have painkillers." But then looking at how sleazy the joint was she couldn't be that surprised. "We're out of painkillers."

Nick's body spasmed again, and he gritted his teeth against the pain.  Why oh why did they have to invent silver bullets?  His hands clenched the bed's sheets, and his hands morphed in and out of half-wolf form multiple times.  Outside, he could hear the explosive sounds of gunshots echoing in the night.  Loxley was out in that; he might get hurt.  But where was Daphne?  He thought she was in the room a well, but he couldn't tell anymore; his senses were playing havoc with him.

Fort watched as Daphne carried another wounded werewolf into one of the rooms in the Murk. He let Griggs keep firing on the vamps and ran into the room.

"Whats going on?" Fort asked Daphne

"Painkillers, do you have any painkillers?" Daphne asked

Fort looked down at the wounded werewolf. It was changing erratically, painkillers would sure help to ease the pain but....

"Listen, dont give me any of that 'I'm a great mighty slayer and I can't help any of the werewolves.' You want me to help you then you've got to help me." Daphne said sternly at Fort pointing at him for points of emphasis.
He rolled is eyes and ran into his own room.

He returned with 2 syringes of morphene he got from his supplies crate. She took then and Fort covered the door.

Crispin and Zan continued to chat when a werewolf burst in Crispin's quarters.

"Sire, forgive my interruption ,but you may want to turn on your TV."

Crispin complied and saw that there was a massive fracas going down at that blood motel. He could see numerous pack members among the fray.

"Zan, can you still carry me?" Crispin asked.

"As long as you havent been over eating..." Zan said jokingly.

Minutes later, Zan and crispin were on there way to the blood motel.

Daphne took one of the morphine syringes and prepared to give it to Nick, he was thrashing so erratically that it was going to be hard. She transformed into her humanoid wolf form and leapt upon him. “Nick you need to hold still, I’m trying to help you,” she said as she pinned him down an injected the morphine.

She got off him and shifted back to her human form and readjusted her clothing. Nick slowed in his movements then seemed settled back into his human form. Daphne brushed his hair out of his eyes, “Nick are you okay?”

Paul went to the shot on her hip first.  It didn't pierce the skin very deep.  He managed to force the bullet out.  He looked to her arm.  He tore the sleeve of and sucked in his breath.  This was a nasty one he hesitated unsure as to what to do.

"I-i-i don't know what to do!"

"Just get it out!"  She was a lot of pain.

"O-okay."

HE thought about his sai but they were not meant for surgical procedures; more for stabbing.  He did the only thing he could think of.  He settled down and changed his hand into a werewolf's claw.  He put his hand over the wound and began gouging out the skin. He sniffed the wound locating the burned metal and gunpower.  He saw flashes of silver among the blood.  The bullet had fragmented.  He carefully dug out some of the big fragments.  Clara groaned.

"Don't pass out.  Just stay awake."

After he had pulled out as much as he could he took off his under shirt and tied a tourniquet around the wound. 

"I took out as much as I can but the bullet a fragmented.  YOu wont be dieing anytime soon.  I need to get you to a hospital to get out the rest or your arm will become uselss.  Can you handle the pain?"

She smiled weakly.  "Wha do you think I am?  A human?"

He laughed despite the situation.  "Come on let's get going."  Paul checked to see if the attackers were gone and pulled Clara out from under the table and hauled her on his shoulders.  He made his way to the hospital.

((I'm too lazy to check where the other characters are.))

Joo-Eun threw herself against her door to get out of the car. She immediate found cover behind the tree she’d hit. She went for her guns but her arms really hurt. “Heal damn you,” she cursed at them.

Valiant had found a truck to shelter behind as he fired at the slayers. “Silver bullets aren’t nearly as effective on these guys, seems a shame to use them.”

“Just shut up and shoot,” Joo-Eun hissed as she reached for her guns. The pain was extreme but it was starting to ebb.

(er does that include John?)

I'm...fine.  Now, at least.  Thanks Daphne."

Nick smiled, adn closed his eyes, drifting off into sleep

Clara felt the fire in her hip subside but her shoulder was molten hot. She realised that Paul had gotten out as much as he could but she needed the remainder removed. Her body was starting to sweat all over and she began to tremble. She need to tell Paul, "No h-hospital, got to Dr Lupine. He's n-next door to the h-hospital." She said while trying to ignore the pain.

"No problem," Paul said as he ran as fast as he could.

The jolts weren't good and Clara could feel blood oozing down her arm hotly. She wanted to be in water, icy cool water. But the burning just continued. "Need cold," she said starting to go into shock.

-

Daphne knew that this was not a good place for Nick to be sleeping but if he needed to she’d try and protect him while he did so. She moved over to Nathaniel, “Can I assist?”

He was busy firing off a few rounds and Daphne ducked as the fire was returned. A few bullets came through the window and smashed into the opposite wall. She was about to move when another dozen shots slammed into the room. One bullet hit a pipe and fractured. A shard hit Daphne’s hand and embedded. She let out a cry of pain and felt the burn once again. She still had Loxley’s knife but she was right handed and that was the hand with the wound.

“Can you help me?” she asked Nathaniel.

-

Loxley was behind a dumpster and he could see the blonde male vampire clearly. He aimed his weapon and prepared to fire. He heard a noise and turned, it seemed Crispin had arrived along with a friend.

Zan, sighting the motel and Crispins pack mates, went in for a landing. Zan landed aloft a large tree branch not far from were the shooting was. "Who do you want me to burn first?" he asked.

Nikoli stalked his prey, it was a werewolf, young, male. The young one sniffed the air, and turned, quickly. Nikoli leapt out of bush, he was hiding in. He grabbed the wolf, who hand began to change, and brought it to the ground. He ripped the man's throat out. As the young one gurgled helplessly, Nikoli began to change back "This pack is mine." He snarled.

Fort nodded and holstered his .44 magnum. He brought out his own silver knife but Daphne gave him a look that basically said "You're an idiot." and handed him Loxley's steel one. He shrugged and put the silver one away and took Loxley's.

He looked out the door one last time to check of Griggs. He was fine, conserving ammo, using it wisely. He knew what to do. Just as Fort pulled his head back into the room he caught sight of two newcomers...

Crispin astride a small dragon...

Daphne shifted so her knee sat in front of Nathaniel, she placed her hand on her knee so it would stay stead. Already she could feel the burning intensity working its way up her arm. She kept her teeth clenched as she tried to prepare for the additional pain.

“Put you hand on the floor otherwise I might cut your leg by accident.” Nathaniel instructed her.

Daphne did as she was told, her muscles in her jaw tensed and she tried to blink away the pain. “Do it,” she said as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and shoved it in her mouth to bite down on.

“Your alpha is here,” Nathaniel said to surprise her then he manoeuvred the knife to remove the chunk of silver.

Daphne squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. She bit down hard on her shirt and tried to ignore burning. It had made its way up to her shoulder now. She knew the second that Nathaniel removed the silver. “You should wash that,” he told her.

She didn’t say anything. She just sat there with her eyes closed. She released the shirt from her mouth and it dropped back down to cover her belly. “I will in a minute,” she answered as she waiting for the throbbing to lessen.

More shots were fired and Nathaniel pushed her to the ground. Daphne whimpered at his action but as she opened her eyes she understood. She suddenly remembered Nick, “We need to get him off the bed.”

John kept low, his back pressed agains the car (wheres Audrey?)

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Nikoli had found a place in the pack's teritory. He was in halfwolf form, and he had covered the area quickly, with the body over his shoulder. He hung the corpse in the tree by its coat.

Audrey sat on the opposite side of the car. She shifted to lie on her stomach. She could just make out those shooting at them and she was certain they were vampires. Audrey looked around and discovered that there were men shooting at the vampires. "What's going on?" she shouted to John.

"Hunters" he said, nodding at the men shooting at the vampires, then he rose slightly turned and shot three shots at the vampires. He ducked back down again, peeking around to see what he hit, he pulled ack quickly as bullets peppered the asphalt near him.

Griggs was pinned down by the continuous fire from the vampires, unsure of what a silver bullet would do to him.
He continued to pelt the car with his lead bullets untill he ran out with the G36.
"Damn." Griggs muttered. He didn't want to waste the expensive .50AE rounds by shooting blindly. "I'll have to improvise."
He checked his surroundings for cars, trucks, or anything that could be useful. A smile crept upon his face after he spotted a shiny black Peterbilt 379 had been abandoned from all the noise and gunfire.
"That 'el do."

Daphne crawled across the floor and bit on her lip each time she put weight on her right hand. It still hurt like hell but wasn’t burning anymore. She crawled to the far side of the bed and reached up for Nick. He was in a deep sleep from the morphine and she doubted that she could wake him.

Nathaniel was providing some cover while she got ready to move Nick. She grabbed hold of the sheet at both the top and bottom and let out a gasp as she took a firm hold.

“You alright?” Nathaniel asked over his shoulder.

“Never better,” she said as she pulled the sheet. She didn’t have a lot of problems until Nick reached the side of the bed she tried to catch him but the pain in her hand and the cut in her leg weakened her. Nick landed partially on top of her with a groan.

Daphne lay him on the floor, quickly checked him for any further wounds and wrapped the sheet around him. She crawled back to Nathaniel. “You got a piece I can use?”

Fort looked down at his .44 magnum and his sawed off shotgun. They were honestly to powerful for someone with a wounded shooting hand.

"One second." He said and ran to his room again. The vamps were preocupied with some other guy in a car and Fort used it to his advantage. He opened his upplies crate again and grabbed an uzi and a couple of clips. He ran back to Daphne and handed her the uzi and clips.

She checked them and loaded them. Fort grabbed Nick and draped him over his left shoulder and held his .44 magnum in his right hand.

"Where to?" Fort asked Daphne as he peered arouund to corner to check on Griggs and he saw his running towards a big black semi in the parking lot. "Oh boy Griggs, what you up to now?" Fort thought.

Daphne wanted to take Nick back to the conclave but she didn’t trust Nathaniel, she knew he had his own agenda. Daphne had an apartment she kept for times like this. It was small but it’d do. “We need to go to Darby Street. I’ve got a place there we can stay.”

Nathaniel nodded, “Is it far?”

“Ten minutes if we run,” Daphne said.

Nathaniel looked back at his fellow slayers, they seemed to be doing okay. “Alright but we better be quick.”

Daphne led the way. She ducked down a few alleyways so they could avoid people. The apartment was ground floor so they were able to go in the back way. Daphne had bought it for such a reason. She unlocked the door and turned on the light. She led Nathaniel to the second bedroom and he placed Nick on the bed.

“I’ll stay with him,” Daphne told. “By the way I found Anita, she was a little skittish.”

Nick's eyelids fluttered open.  From the lighting around him, he instantly surmised that he had not been out for long.  He was lying on a bed, but the scent of the area was different; it wasn't alien, it was Daphne's.  As his vision cleared, he took in his surroundings.  He was on a bed, in a room, and he could hear voices from the next room.  One was Daphne's, and the other was that halfling guy, Nathaniel, he had been called.  He could hear them talking about Anita.  Seeing as they were in a separate room, he decided not to butt in.  Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, and held his head in his hands, waiting for his throbbing headache to fade away.

Fort was halfway through the front door and on his way back to help Griggs when Daphne mentioned she met his mother.

"Skittish?...What happened? No nevermind that. When can I see her? Where?" Fort asked Daphne

Griggs ran as fast as he could to the massive black truck in the alleyway.
"Yeah, this 'el do nicely." He checked too see if the trailer behind it was completely unattached, then climbed into the semi and started it up.
Black smoke poured out of the tall chrome stacks as the engine rumbled to life.
He put it in gear and gassed it, the blasted thing did a burnout.
"How is this even possible in truck like this?" Griggs chuckled as the Pete slid out of the alley with ease. He shifted, put the it pedal to the floor, and the tires smoked again as a result. Griggs jerked the wheel over and the truck jumped up onto the sidewalk, heading straight for the vamps taking shelter behind the car.
"For Simmons." He pulled and held the cable down for the air horn to get that "omnipotent" effect.

Valiant had been aiming at the twerp behind the car when he heard the blast of a horn. “Shi-“ he started as he saw a prime mover heading his way. He tried to move but somehow he’d managed to shut the edge of his coat in the door of the car. He reefed but it was too late, the truck came barrelling at him and increase speed. “This is going to hurt,” he said as he threw his guns in Joo-Eun’s direction.

The truck hit him with such force that Valiant was thrown two car lengths away. The truck kept coming, Valiant didn’t even have time to scrabble to his feet as the truck crashed into him. Valiant felt his face smash against the grill, his hip broke as it was pulverised by the chrome bumper bar, his foot caught under the front wheel and he was down on the ground.

The eighteen-wheeler proceeded to crush him with half of its tyres. Valiant felt his bones crunch under the truck, even his teeth were splinted. After what seemed like an eternity Valiant was free of the weight but not the pain. He lay there for a moment wondering if any part of his body wasn’t broken. Then he heard the truck slow, he turned his head feeling the bones in his neck crack, the truck was coming back for another go.

Joo-Eun ran out to Valiant, grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and threw him out of the way. She took a number of bullet wounds but quickly retreated to her hiding place. This was getting out of hand. Joo-Eun picked up her phone to call for back up.

Daphne chewed her lip, “She’s a very closed person. I started talking to her and before I knew it she ran off.”

“She might not be my mother,” Nathaniel said but his gut told him differently. Hell the photo of her burned in his pocket.

Daphne stepped forward. She stood very close to Nathaniel and she leant forward, her nose almost on his neck, she took a deep intake of breath, “Your scent it too close to hers to be a coincidence.” She looked up at him, “If she’s not your mother she’s at least related.”

Paul ran down the back alleys trying to avoid all confrontation.  Which was extremely hard for him.  He liked confrontation as much as the next lycan perhaps, arguably more but he had to help Clara.  He wasn't prepared to let the one thing that he loved die.  He shifted into a man-wolf increasing his speed.  At this speed he arrived within minutes.  He saw the sign on the small house as he neared the hospital.  Dr. Lupine's Clinic.  It was closed he entered through the front door as opposed to where Dr. Lupine carried out his practice.  A small little man stood up shocked at this.

"What is the meaning of this-"  As he looked at Paul in his half wolf form he just nodded.  And then he saw Clara draped over her shoulders.

"She... needs... help."  Paul managed to growl out. 

"Right this way my boy."  Paul followed Dr. Lupine to a back room. 

"Put her down on that table."  He placed her down on the table.  A shifted back.  His trench coat had been torn but his pants were intact.  His bare flesh was covered in sweat, his own and Clara's. 

"Ah silver.  It looks like someone took a chunk out of her arm..."

"That was me.  She was hit with a silver bullet in the arm and hip.  I took the one out of her hip and the one in her arm was fragmented and I don't think I got all of the fragments out."

"That much is obvious.  Well I prefer to work alone so if you would leave me..:

"No.  I am staying."

Dr. Lupine sighed.  "If you wish.  Werewolves are all the same."

All Clara could feel was the pain and the heat. She didn’t really know what was going on around her. A feeling of grogginess started to seep in. She tried to fight it but her eyes couldn’t stay open any longer.

The burning continued and Clara saw images of the shooting. Glass exploded into the room, as she had ducked for cover her coffee went flying in slow motion its boiling heat had somehow penetrated her skin and was seeping through her. But it was cooling now. It was like someone had dunked a pile of ice into a steaming bath of hot water.

She could hear her name being called, but where was it coming from? She turned her head but couldn’t open her eyes. Her lips parted to speak but she couldn’t find the words.

“Clara, can you hear me?” said the voice. It was a familiar voice, but whose was it?

She moved her head and it felt so heavy to the point that it was hard for her neck to control the movement. She opened her eyes and was startled by the brightness and shut them to slits. Someone was there but she couldn’t quite focus.

“Clara,” he said her name again. Then clarity came, it was Paul.

She wet her lips with her tongue and croaked, “Paul?”

“Are you okay?” he said with deep concern lacing his voice.

Clara opened one eye more than the other to see his worried face. “I think the coffee cooled,” she told and wondered why she said that.

Paul chuckled, “I’m sure it’s cold now. How about you? Has the burning sensation stopped?”

Clara frowned and tried to think but it was as though cotton wool had clogged her thinking. “I think so,” she said uncertainly.

Paul turned to look at someone else. “Can I take her home?” he asked.

Clara tried to turn her head but it was too much effort.

“Not for a while yet, let the drugs wear off,” replied the other voice.

Clara closed her eyes again as it was all too hard to process at the moment.

-

Clara let out a sigh. She felt at ease although there was some discomfort. Someone was stroking their fingers along her lower arm and talking to her quietly. The fingers ran down to the palm of her hand and she closed her fingers around them. She blinked slowly and looked at the ceiling above and wondered where she was.

“Clara,” said Paul’s voice.

She turned her head and saw that it was Paul’s hand that she clutched in her fingers. “What happened?”

“We got caught up in a drive by shooting. I’m assuming it was vampires or slayers because you were hit with silver bullets.” Paul said as he looked at her with concern.

Clara’s brow furrowed, “I got hit in the hip and the arm, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” Paul replied. “I made a bit of a mess on your arm trying to get the bullet out.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Clara said. “Scars give you character,” she said with a smile.

Sitting at his throne, in a sleep-like trance, eyes closed, D appeared almost to be a corpse, due to his pale skin. A vibration went through his brain, and he opened his eyes immediately. Picking up his cell phone, he dialed Ashryn first.

"Ashryn, I have picked up another. This one is female, freshly changed, about a year in. Find her and bring her to me." (This is referring to Audrey)

"Lord D, your Highness, I think there is something you must know."

"Alas, but it shall wait. Your first objective is to find this new vampire, and bring her to me so I can.. sway her to our cause."

"Yes, milord. I will call you once I have found her."

Fort's body tensed as Daphne moved towards his neck.

His first thought was his instinct, she was going to bite his throat and tear it to shreds.

Then, she breathed in through her nose to let his scent waft through her nasal cavity. A shiver ran through his spine. It HAD been a while since.....

“Your scent it too close to hers to be a coincidence.” She looked up at him, “If she’s not your mother she’s at least related."

Her voice tore him away from those thoughts..."Damn you Luna Eclipse!" he thought

"A-all right. Yea. But that doesnt answer my question. Where can I find her later? Anywhere?" He stammered

"Well there was that stream we found her at last time."

"Yea but you said she was kind of skittish, so she's kind of avoiding me. If we caught her there last time she'll probably have her guard up if she ever goes back and she'll expect us. What conclave does she usually go to?" Fort asked Daphne, who's face was still inches from his as he stared into her eyes, which he grew fonder of at each passing.

Nikoli had made his way back to his den, where he sat for a moment, growing restless, he rose and changed into a large, black wolf, with a small amount of grey on the snout. He began to run, through the forest and into the city. The Luna Eclipse was near, ususaly among those as old as him, the urge to mate was mostly gone. He still felt it apparently an unforseen side efect of the potion that had kept him alive for so long. He delt with it by killing, one could track his progress around the wold by yearly slaughters, sometimes humans, but mostly livestock. It would be difficult here, but he would manage, he hoped. He stopped momentarily, seeing the muzzle flashes of guns.

A small boy looked out the window groggily, he had woken his parents about a bad dream, and they were calming him. He saw a very large black wolf, and told his mother. When she checked the wolf was gone. Later that night the boy would have a nightmare about a large dark creature, but he would forget it before he woke up.

Michael heard the sound of a large vehicle smashing into a wall, and followed the sound to it's position.  There, he saw a korean woman running back to some cover, with bullets flying at her.  Mort decided not to join the fight quite yet however, as he didn't know who were vamps and who were..... the other side.

Daphne didn’t miss the intensity of Nathaniel’s gaze. She felt her pulse increase and immediately stepped back, It’s got to be the Luna Eclipse, it’s messing with my head, she thought to herself.

“Anita is part of my pack and part of my conclave. Problem is that she doesn’t like being home that often.” Daphne explained.

“Do you know where she goes?” Nathaniel asked seemly more comfortable with the extra distance between them.

Daphne shook her head, “I never really took much notice. Crispin however does, but that’s probably because he’s her...” Daphne paused wondering if she should tell Nathaniel that Anita was Crispin’s daughter.

“He’s her what?” Nathaniel prompted.

“It’s not important,” Daphne cut in and noticed that Nathaniel narrowed his eyes at her. “Fine, he’s her father.”

"If only it worked that way,"  Paul ran his finger down several scars on the back of his neck without knowing, some of his many rewards for being an Omega, "I'm surprised I'm not more charismatic." 

"But I think we should be getting back to the conclave."  Clara stretched out on the medical cot and got up.  As they made their way out they bumped into Doctor Lupine.

"Oh hello Paul, Clara.  How are you doing?  You do realize you are quite lucky.  YOu couldn't have taken much more silver."

"I'm doing fine.  But we need to be going."

"Leaving?  You can't be leaving!  Just because you feel stable doesn't mean all the silver's effects have been flushed out of your system!"

Paul shrugged nonchalantly.  "It is very important we go.  The others will be worried about her."

The doctor tried to put himself between Paul and Clara and the door but to no avail.  Paul shoved him out of the way. 

As they left the doctor muttered to himself.  "Some werewolves nowadays.  I remember about 200 years ago they still possessed manners.  Not even a thank-you."

After walking for a bit they finally arrived at the conclave.  Many lycans immediately seeing Clara with a bloodied tourniquet on her arm swarmed her with questions.

"What happened?  Are you hurt?"

"Where were you?  What are you doing with the Omega?"

“We were on a date,” Clara told and mouths dropped everywhere.

“With the Omega?” one of the males gasped.

Clara shrugged, “He saved my life.” She said as she threaded her good arm around one of Paul’s. “We got shot at and he looked after me.”

A few eyebrows were raised at that but no one said anything. They merely let them pass. Clara took Paul back to her room. “Did you see who shot at us?” she asked.

John reloaded, the series of movements practiced and quick. He looked around the car, and fired,knicking the aisian vampires left leg.  He ducked back again, a shot hitting his car. He grimaced slightly as he heard the sound of a bullet punching through the back door. "Damn." he muttered, leaning out and returning fire agian

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A vampire ran to the square, responding to the gunfire. Nikoli leaped out from between two cars, still a full wolf. The vampire, caught completely off guard tried to hold his Nikoli's jaws from his neck. He was unsucsessful, and in a moment his legs twitched randomly, eventualy slowing and stopping. The wolf became slightly larger, its chest expanding, the paws changed, becomeing more humanlike, and soon a large werewolf stood above the still-warm pool of blood around the freshly killed vampire. Nikoli howled loudly, it was a good night for killing.

"......." Fort thought for a moment. It seemed Crispin was his...grandfather.

"So um...what does grandpapy Crispin have to say about all this?" Fort asked Daphne

Paul thought about this trying to recall.

"I only caught a glimpse.  Male and female.  Female was Asian.  I still don't know if they were vamps or slayers.  Smells were too jumbled.  But I'm going back to find out what happened."

"Good.  I'm coming."

"You can't come!  You just-"  She cut him off by placing a finger to his mouth.  He immediately shut up still uncomfortable with physical contact like this.

"You think I'm going to let a little silver stop me?  I'm coming and you can't stop me.  She brushed ny him and the door and he could only obediently follow.

Daphne didn’t know what to say. “Crispin is desperate to find out what’s been plaguing his daughter. You may have provided the answer. Does your mother still see your father? It could explain where she goes.”

-

Clara grabbed the keys to her car. “Let’s go back to the café to see if we can find any clues.”

Paul nodded, “Okay.”

As the pair drove into town they were surprised to see a truck blocking part of the road and a battle of gunfire happening. “I think we may have found our friends,” Clara said as she parked the car behind a building. “Let’s go check it out.”

-

Loxley smiled as he saw the alpha and the dragon. “We’ve got some vampires that need to be put down.”

Crispin raised a brow, “Hmm always a pleasure to kill vampires.”

Zan looked at the two vampires, “Can I toast them?”

Loxley pointed out the truck, “I think one’s already crushed, probably wouldn’t hurt to make him toasty too.”

At that moment another car came in with more vampires with guns. “Zan why don’t you go play with that car.” Crispin suggested.

Joo-Eun smiled as she saw the car turn around the corner. This was a bunch of young vampire from her coven that wanted to spill as much werewolf blood as possible. The distraction allowed Joo-Eun to retrieve the very broken Valiant.

“How bad are you?” Joo-Eun asked as she fired a few pot shots.

Valiant tried to speak but it hurt too much.

“That bad hey?” Joo-Eun said. She knew she was going to have to get a car to get Valiant out of there. She grabbed him by his jacket collar again and dragged him along with the car full of vampires distracted the werewolves and slayers. She found a car and smashed the window. She unlocked it and threw Valiant on the back seat, and then she preceded to hotwire it.

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Audrey covered her ears at the repeated sound of gunfire. She didn’t feel safe and made a run for one of the open rooms. She yelped as she got a bullet in the thigh. Somehow she managed to make it into the room. John quickly followed. “I’ve been shot,” she whimpered.

As soon as Paul rounded the building he saw the Asian who had shot at them in a car fiddling with it.  Paul growled as he changed into a half-lycan form.  He launched himself onto the hood of the car took only a second to relish the look on the vamps face as he smashed his furry paw through the front window and grabbed her by the neck.  He dragged her out and hurled her flailing form at the wall of the building across from him.

A whole carload. Nikoli's luck was very good this night. They began to drive in a circle, shooting bullets everywhere. That is, until a half-lycan leaped and managed to land on the lower section of their hood. The driver swore, and spun the wheel quickly, only spining the car, trying to shake the werewolf from the hood. Nikoli's paw shot through the front window, and slashed his throat. The second pasenger began to pull a gun, and he was promptly forced through the windsheild. The vampires in the back tried to run, the first lost his spinal cord, and the second was relived of his head.

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"Where?" John asked, though the question wasnt actually nessicarily, he quickly spotted the wound, Audrey was covering it, and there was blood flowing from between her fingers.

(Net, you wanted to kill her right?)

Fort shivered. His father...

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Elric Fortesque had disappeared off the face of the earth about 15 years ago. He had once been a slayer and a Silver Knight of St.Michael like his elder son, Nathaniel Fortesque was today. Daniel(from RPG:Quarantine), Nathaniel's half brother, had chosen to stay close to his mother after Elric died and did not choose to go to the Silver Knights. Daniel's mother had taken Elric's disappearance extremely hard, and Daniel stayed with her till she died about 4 years ago and Daniel is still in the US Marines special forces team that he joined to pass the time while staying with his mother. He had the warrior spirit that all Fortesque's had, and it had to be qwelled.

Nathaniel expects Daniel to join the Silver Knights once his term of service is over, they've talked about it on several occasions. Elric had been the Commander at the time of his disappearance and had made quite a name for himself, the Fortesque brothers knew they would continue his legacy.

The are a few facts concerning Elric's disappearance. The current commander, Commander Deckard, had told Nathaniel al he knew about the case. Elric was Commander at the time, meaning he did not go on many field missions, yet led many teams from the hidden HQ. However, Elric's reign saw the ominous return of the death knight Lord Zizzoroth, a former...acquantance of Elric's. In his time before he was commander Elric had fought and banished the infamous Lord Zizzoroth (he looks like my avatar) that had plagued the Order for so long, or so it seemed. Somehow, no one knows exactly how, Lord Zizzoroth had made his way back to the earthrealm to cause havoc and chaos once again, his main target being Elric himself....and Hell hath no fury then a death knight scorned.

Elric personally led the super elite assault team thats mission was to end Lord Zizzoroth for good. The team went to Zizzoroth's massive hidden castle in Northern Norway. They fought their way to Zizzoroth's tower chamber, traversing traps, puzzles, monsters and unknown horrors. When they reached Zizzoroth, he was ready. With his powerful death knight magic Zizzoroth was able to isolate Elric from the rest of the assault team. The team was sent to a gigantic hidden chamber below the castle where they fought Lord Zizzoroth's Dracolich (undead dragon). Elric remained with Zizzoroth where they once again faced each other in single combat. Zizzoroth fought with his cursed two handed sword of evil and Elric with his own twohanded sword, Brightblade, which had been passed down through the Fortesque family for centuries.

The assault team does not know what happened after that. There is no doubt that a titanic battle ensued, yet after the team was able to defeat the Dracolich and return to the chamber, both Zizzoroth and Elric were nowhere to be found. The chamber lay in ruin. The only intact thing was the large ornate mirror at the back of the room. It had 5 dragon heads of different color adorning the edges of the mirror. It was built into the castle itself, and could not be removed. Research teams and Silver Knights scientists were deployed to the castle to check the mirror, yet there were no results. The mirror did not shatter, it did not react to any substance, it did not react to anything. It simply stayed there, reflecting the scientists and research teams in their frustration. The Order was forced to abandon the search project and Zizzoroth's castle all together.

Now, the castle lies abandoned and dormat in the coldest, most barren region of Northern Norway. This was everything Commander Deckard told Nathaniel. Deckard was one of the members of Elric's elite slayer assault team.

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...Fort nearly released a single tear, yet managed to hold it back.

"...um, no...no. She doesnt come to see my father." Nathaniel replied to Daphne.

((Whew....nothing like late night RPG-ing I always say. :) ))

Daphne noticed Nathaniel's solemn look and didn't ask anymore about his father. The sound of gunfire echoed through the night. "Well that cuts out that possibility then. When Nick recovers I'll go searching again."

Nathaniel nodded and seemed almost hesitant to go. "I'll call you for an update."

Daphne gave a nod and headed towards the bathroom sink, she really needed to wash her wounds. She'd probably shower to clean the one on her leg.

Ashryn's confusion matched his growing frustration with D's coven as well as D himself. Ashryn saw himself as a keeper of secrets of the coven. For him, that was priority for all of their survival. Ashryn was of the opinion that D's recent lack of action has given some of his kin the opportunity for more brazen activities. He knew that the coven's biggest problem was Valiant, a vampire who was much younger and hateful and dangerous towards everyone, especially humans. They were toys to him, nothing more. Come to think of it, Ashryn thought, the female's bloodscent had a faint likeness to Valiant's. Ashryn hadn't heard anything about his activity in some time.

<Damn, you're getting as complacent as the old fool.> Ashryn thought. Not that he wasn't loyal to D. He simply felt a coven leader had to take a more proactive role, especially with his kinsmen's vicious nature. He was on the scent of the female, and it was definitely getting stronger. Then he heard the gunfire, and smelled the scents of wounded vampires and werewolves. Valiant and his target were definitely among them.

<(Expletive Deleted), Valiant, what have you done?>

He quickens his pace...

(ok, sorry, but i felt like posting and stuff.)

John pulled out his knife. "Move your hand." He said, looking at the wound. "Ok, now dont bite your tounge off or anything, this will hurt." He found the slug, and managed to pop it out with the tip of the knife. "Put some pressure on it. A bullet whizzed past and hit the far wall. John helped Audrey move behind one of the beds. He got back to the slightly open door and saw the vampire from the club walking down the street. John got off three shots, and watched as the vampire moved for cover after getting hit in the leg.

Ashryn hissed in pain (Thanx Adeptus :-P... What kinda ammo you using?)

It burned painfully, but in his 225 years as a vampire he'd been shot countless times.

<Slayer...I knew it...>

He smelled the female and the slayer in the motel room and knew he had to be quick. Bullet still burning the flesh of his leg, he summoned as much of his speed as possible and ran for the door, swinging the butt-end of his fully automatic custom-modified guitar into the front of the young, and extremely surprised slayer's face as he ran through the door, hissing angrily.

Eyes blazing, he swung the now obvious barrel into the slayer's stunned and bloody expression, "Halfling, let's see if you can regrow that head of yours, or will you be playing nice?" He hissed.

As the car full of vampires had their hands full with the black werewolf, Crispin had to admire this fighter's spirit. Perhaps he would make a good ally for the pack. Assuming his hybrid form, Crispin jumped onto the top of the car, crumpling it like a tin can, and pulled a vampire out of the car before ripping his head off.

"Up for a barbecue, Zan?" Crispin called to his friend.