rissen: the vampire sypathy story board

Orion crouched within the spindly trees across the street from the rundown old factory. Beside him, Zen's breath sent hot clouds of steam through the air, is hair, already beginning to grow back long, and as white as ever, blowing annoyingly into Orion's face.

The little golden snake, who had buzzed off into the distance on reconnaissance, now alighted softly on his shoulder. "Guardsss Massster. Lotsss of them. Missstress Porcelain alightsss her porcelain throne in the very centre of the factory. Her mighty glasss warrior ssstandss by her ssside."

Orion glanced at Zen in confusion. "Glass warrior?" His brother merely shrugged, turning his attention back to the factory. Orion lent his head towards the little snake. "Explain."

"Big man, Massster. Mussscley, like no Vampire walking today. No flesssh, Massster...all Glasss."

"Big," Orion scoffed. "I live with one of the tallest men in the world, I think I can handle big."

"Bigger, Massster. Ten feet, five hundred poundsss."

Orion swallowed hard. "You can tell this?"

"Ssservant knowsss all, Massster."

Orion frowned. The little creature sure knew how to blow its own trumpet. Never-the-less, if the snake was right, then his date with the Porcelain Child just gained a whole new dimension.

"Win her over, and you will not have to deal with the big freak. He obviously takes orders form the b*tch." Zen scowled deeply. "I don't like this situation. You know I hate not knowing what the hell is going on."

"Yeah, I know. Something strange is definately happening though. Mattikon, the Porcelain Child, this glass fellow...I wonder how the humans can live in such ignorance. Are they so blind, that they don't notice what walks this earth beside them?"

"Who cares? They are pathetic. I care more abou finding out what is going on, than I do about the thins humans choose to ignore because they are blinded by their science filled world."

Orion nodded, figuring Zen was right. Besides, he himself had more important things to worry about, first and foremost about how he was going to survive the night.

((OOC: One day, this side story may actually get somewhere...however, after one more post tomorrow night, I will be going away for two days...lol...so it'll probably be going for a little while yet))

"What are splicers." Airy asked still holding her throat."They are humans who inject vampire or werewolf DNA into thier blood flow.The DNA is then combined with a chemical substance and gives the humans unnatural strength.The older the vampire is the more the splice costs and the stronger and faster the human becomes. But after so many uses the chemical and DNA damages the body causing the human to become immobile or paralyzed."Einari explained."So what happens to the vampire that they extract the DNA from?"Airy asked."Well at first when Maexwell started they were paying vampires but eventually they turned on them and began kidnapping.Mixing thier blood with unnatural powerful chemical substances. He began to sell it to humans and the ones that took it became addicted constantly needing more like a drug.Loving the immortal high they received from it. When they would run out of money he would make them steal things,kill people, and just do things that would just benefit him."Einari said."So what is he mortal or vampire?"Airy asked."I dont know never met him face to face just heard he was the underground owner of the the splicing company.He is the one who probably sent the splicer after you.It would make sense since you're one of the five ancient generals.."Einari said."She also said something about an ancient amulet that she's been trying to locate."Airy said.

Einari began to look worried as if something was deeply bothering him."Are you okay?"Airy asked concerned.But Einari didnt say anything instead he pulled up to his apartment.Getting out Einari pressed a button that automatically locked his car door.Airy watched Einari walk away and not knowing what to do she followed him inside. The apartment had a strange odor to it.

Before Airy could determine what it was Einari came back with an orange-red amulet in hand."I believe this is the amulet that she was referring to."Einari said holding it up."What does it do?Airy asked curiously."I cant seem to remeber it was a long time ago.I dont even know how I came to poesess it. But I'm giving it to you.I feel it'll be safer in your hands than it would be mine.After all you are one of the generals."Einari said handing it over."I dont think it would be that much safer in my hands so I'm going to give it to Khimaria as soon as I get back."Airy said puttin it in her purse but when she did she noticed that she didnt have any money left."What happened to all of my money dont tell me I'm broke."Airy said getting worried."You should never be broke do you know who you are?"Einari asked sitting down on his couch."No my host is still unconscious due to an accident prior to my taking over its body."Airy explained.

Einari just rolled his eyes but went on with what he was saying."You are Samantha Kain.Daughter of Regis Kain and niece of Johnothan Kain.I suggest you pay your father who owns the biggest law firm in this city a visit." Einari said fixing his eyes on he T.V. "WEll I dont know where to begin looking for him."Airy saidEinari didnt take his eyes off the T.V."Perhaps you can show me where his lawfirm is at?"Airy asked."Incase you havent noticed I've done my share of favors for the day."Einari said focusing back on the T.V."I'll give you half of whatever my father gives me."Airy bribed.

That was enough to get Einari off the couch and grab his coat and walk Airy to his car.Once inside the car he turned to Airy."Letss take that father of yours to the bank" Not sure what that exactly meant Airy shrugged her shoulders as the two sped off.

(ooc: going away for two days…well, hope ya enjoy w/e ya do durin’ that time…and on a side note, I like how that 'Kain' name is growing so popular. Anyways, here’s a shorter than usual post. I’ll continue when my computer doesn’t act so…screwy.)

Night turned into early morning, an orange haze veiled under a clouded thick white. The air was saturated with the scent of rain, snow washed away leaving muddy grass and fragile flowers, blowing frailly in the winter cold. Robbins perched above on the thick twisting branches of damp, dew covered trees chirped their eerie tune, oblivious to the world around them, ignorant to the sight mere feet below.

L stood against the trunk of one of countless trees surrounding the wide open space in the forest. His grey eyes were closed, forehead pressed into the cold bark of the tree, a shiver escaping his form. His shiver, however, had nothing to do with the cold. He had just experienced a surge of emotions, anger, melancholy, disgust and now, a sour taste deep in his throat, a wave of nausea washing past.

Cursing silently to himself in a blind rage, once able to say anything other than a profanity, he opened his eyes, a trickster silver sparkling. Again, with a blink, it dulled to a marvelously cold gray, knuckles kneading against the side of the tree. “To whom it may concern…last time I checked, I was only able to see what needed to be seen. Last time I checked, I was only required to help her out because of certain ties binding us together. Last time I checked, an act of F**KING kindness didn’t lead to me stumbling along a god damn crime scene!!!” He shouted, eyes glossy, birds flying away in fear from the sudden noise. He stood rigidly still, closing his eyes as he bowed his head. “But last time I checked…I never had a choice…did I?”

A tiny whisper fluttered in the wind, the delicate breath soon growing into a soft voice. A gentle hand was felt at his back, rubbing with a cold comfort. “I am sorry…” her hand drifted from his back, the surreal figure displaying a true look of sadness.

Turning from the tree to the voice, L shook his head, running a hand through his hair. His gaze remained glossy as he stared to the long haired woman standing before him. “You have no right to be sorry, no need to be remorse-”

“But you know…you saw…” She shook her head, midnight blue hair blowing fluidly in the winter air. “You have a gift…?”

Laughing weakly, L glanced to the side, the sight beyond the deathly pale woman too much for him to bear. “I prefer the term ‘curse’ though its far more complex than that. A way to put it is I’m not the average human…and neither were you. But I…” he sighed, feeling crappy for the next words about to leave his mouth. “I can not help you…I am not able to do such a thing. It has not been designed by fate and sadly, I can’t control that.”

“I understand…” A small snowflake fell from the gathering mass of white puffs in the sky. It seemed to fall against the woman’s scalp, but to a stranger’s surprise, fell through her, traveling down her spine and to the ground. She blinked imploringly from an anciently wise hazel. “Can she help?”

Reluctantly, L forced his gaze to the sight past the ghostly figure. He frowned bitterly at his sudden feeling of insignificance. “You know I can not tell you that…”

The woman nodded, closing her eyes. A sharp wind blew, raven cerulean hair whipping past the figure’s saddened face as she turned her gaze to in back of her. Her eyes grew misty at the sight, the dead man in his business suit, the pale ivory skinned woman stark naked in the winter setting, beautiful face as dead as the creatures that had killed her. She bit her lip at the remnants of her sullied body, sadness welling up through her spirit. “Can she help…? Will she see…?” Her words were lost in the wind along with any innocence she’d ever had…

Yuri buried her hands into her jacket pockets, checking over her shoulder every so often to make sure her Southpole jacket wasn't dragging along the ground. She shivered at the cold afternoon, the sidewalk slowly becoming enveloped in snow, she unsure just why the streets had emptied out over the course of the day.

Shrugging it off, she yawned lazily, preparing to give up her search for the bartender. After she had wasted her night in the bar, Yuri had located Jasmine's University and paid the area a visit. But not even Jasmine’s associates could help her out. She wasn't about to give up on her hit...she'd never do that. But at the same time, she didn't want L to wander aimlessly around in the snowy weather in vain.

However, to her dismay, Yuri found she couldn’t find the happier than thou bartender in his usual locations. She had tried the techno club but found he didn’t come in for work. She tried out the club she’d been in all night, then even going so far as to travel to the mall and visit every Starbucks available but to no avail. She turned the corner, mumbling quietly beneath her breath, barely catching the retreating blond around the corner. Narrowing her eyes, she shouted. “L!!!!”

The retreating figure winced, stopping in their step. Shrugging, they sped up their pace, stopping only at the five nails digging into their shoulder. He lowered his head, spinning around to face a very miffed Yuri. L smiled weakly, running a hand through his snow coated platinum blond hair, black leather coat swaying open in the wind. He sighed heavily. “Hey…caramel. Er…hi?”

A sudden realization came across Yuri, hazel eyes growing a vindictive hue. She squeezed her nails tighter into the bartender's shoulder, a cold smile across her lips. “You were avoiding me? Yes, that is it,” He started to look away guiltily, Yuri snatching his chin and forcing his eyes on her. She nodded with a sneer. “That does explain a lot. What, were you afraid that you could not keep your promise?” She pulled him closer, hands growing cold from snow white drops. “Is that why I could not find you for a day?”

L raised a silver pierced brow, returning Yuri’s bitter stare coolly. “Actually, I was at the gym. Though you’ve never seen me there so I doubt you woulda found me. And on a side note, I keep my promises. I said I would find Jasmine and I did.”

Yuri loosened her hold on his face, mumbling her apologies. She folded her arms over her chest, tilting her head. “You were avoiding me though, weren’t you?”

“I…” He scratched the back of his neck, sighing heavily. “Yeah, I was.”

“Why?”

“Yuri…” He rolled his eyes upward, unsure of what to say. Cursing silently to himself, he finally forced his eyes on Yuri, resting his hands on her shoulders. He bit his lip, unable to look her in the eyes as he mumbled, “Give up your search for Jasmine. It’ll be for your own good, trust me on that.”

Startled, Yuri blinked. She hadn’t been expecting him to say such a thing. Sure, Jasmine wasn’t her friend…she didn’t even know the female. But asking her to give up her search for a target? It was folly...it was twilight zone weird. It was possibly the worst thing he could’ve told her.

Growing slightly irate, Yuri drilled a finger hard into his chest. “F**k you, I am not giving up. I do not ‘give up’ I can not, ‘give up’. She is my friend, I HAVE to find her. I understand if you do not want to help me find her but do not EVER suggest me to give up on-”

She stopped, a fresh blush filling her cheeks as the bartender gently cupped her face in his hands. He raised her face, staring her in the eyes as he spoke softly. “I am glad you don’t want to give up on her but you’re in too deep, this is something best left to…” He closed his eyes, searching for the right words. “Once you find out who did it, I…as your friend, I want to protect you from the world but I can’t so I leave you with this. Once you find her, there will be no lingering scent…you will have your suspicions…but at least you will know.”

Yuri tried to decipher what his last cryptic sentence meant, keeping her eyes locked with the bartender’s all the while. An anxious glance fell down to his lips. Gulping hard, she raised a brow, asking rather boldly, “Are you going to kiss me?”

Shaking his head, he answered in a weak voice. “No.”

“But you want to…” ventured Yuri, forcing back a devious smile.

“Actually,” He laughed, letting go of her face. He scratched the back of his head with a huge smile. “I’m sorta off of women; I tried to hint at that the first day I met you!” He started to back up with a perky smile, Yuri blinking in bemusement. He chuckled, turning around. “I know you don’t understand now, but you will someday…”

Scraping snow from the roof of a white Honda, Yuri balled up a sufficient amount. She shouted skeptically to L. “Hey, jackass!” She pitched the ball of snow to the back of his head, it smacking lightly into his scalp. He turned around shocked, Yuri stomping up to him in a huff. “You do realize you did not tell me where to find her…what, was I suppose to play bloodhound?”

He smiled knowingly, hoping his comment would have kept her mind occupied until he rounded the corner. “I didn’t tell you that…isn’t that something?” He ducked out the way of a second throw, hiding behind a streetlamp to avoid the third ball. Stepping out from his hiding place, he ran through Yuri’s barrage of snowballs, slamming her back into the passenger side of the white Honda cleared off of snow.

Yuri started to push him off, L snatching her wrists, leaning her over and pinning her hands against the roof of the car. She squirmed, but found to her astonishment, the bartender wasn’t as weak as she’d originally thought. Seeing him smile, she rolled her eyes to the side. “Is this not wonderful?” she asked, words laced with sarcasm.

“Please…” He drawled out, rolling his eyes to her expression. Leaning close, he whispered. “I know you better than you think, Yuri, and I happen to know your loving this,” She arched an inquisitive brow, L glad he got her full attention. “It’s the reason why I have no intentions of being with you. We want very different things relationship wise. Call me romantic, but I want someone I get to know and fall in love with…a soul mate. Then I want that special moment where everything comes together and we both know we want to spend the rest of our lives with each other.”

Yuri openly gagged, L laughing at her reaction. She soon burst into a chuckle. He waited until her laughter subsided before continuing. “As for you,” He smiled devilishly. “It can be someone close to you, someone you trust, a best friend, whatever. What you’d want is an argument, a fight, something…that one point where you both snap, get into that perfect passionate rage. You’d want to get lost in the heat of the moment, that one wild night where you tear, scream, screw, f**k each other lovely, give in to your carnal desires…and then from there, you’d determine where your relationship would go.”

In all her life, Yuri never imagined anyone could cause her face to go through multiple shades of crimson, each more embarrassed than the last. It was mortifying mainly because it was true but it was something she thought she kept better hidden. Gaze to the side, she mumbled. “You should know I happen to kill people who know too much.”

“And I’m sure you do a wonderful job,” smiled L, blowing a strand of grey from her face.

Lifting a brow, Yuri glanced to him from the corner of her eyes. “You seem to know me well enough without me saying a thing Mr. Romantic so…” She turned her full gaze on him, speaking in the most seductive voice she could conjure. “…what are you waiting for?”

Sliding his hands from her wrists, he clutched her face gently, repeating her question to himself. “What am I waiting for?” He didn’t seem to know himself, her simple question a paradox, managing to plant the smallest seeds of doubt. THIS explains a lot…

Laughing, Yuri pushed him off, tossing snow in his direction as she spun away. “I was joking, I am not very good at it, mind you, but I try,” Evading a heavy wave of snow tossed her way, Yuri spun from the way of a lunge, tripping up on the sidewalk. She slipped to the ground, L taking the opportunity to pounce on her. She giggled, twitching at a small pain leftover from her previous battle. He frowned, Yuri pointing near her heart. “Small scratch.”

He carefully opened her jacket, revealing a plain black shirt to the cold. Lifting her shirt, Yuri’s nails lengthened somewhat, voice colder than the weather. “Being on top of a girl in the middle of the sidewalk and lifting up her shirt is never the wisest choice.”

L blushed, glancing aside. “I told you, I don’t want to screw you,” He trailed a finger along her wound with a frown. “But I do have something…” Digging into an inner-pocket, he took out a small vial of mushy green. He shook out a small amount, rubbing it into the small scar. “It’s a…family recipe. Took forever to find the right herbs but take a sniff,” He placed the vial beneath her nose, Yuri breathing in a familiar scent though strangely enough, she unable to properly place it.

Corking the small glass, he whispered. “Find where this scent runs strongest and you’ll find Jasmine.”

“I am no dog,” pointed out Yuri, sure she’d find the scent with ease. She slid herself from beneath L, zipping up her jacket. “But I take it Jasmine is in a nearby forest?”

He could only smile, pulling her to her feet. She started to give her thanks, L shaking his head. “Don’t. Please…don’t thank me…not for this,” He planted a kiss on her forehead before backing up. “I’m sorry.”

Yuri let him walk away, she holding more questions than answers. She didn’t understand…but she would soon enough….

( Umm Seriph is there a way I can make Airy's sidequest tie into the main quest cause it only gets more complex from here on out.)

Airy held on tightly to the handle bar overhead as Einari made sharp turn after turn. Airy watched as has speed went up to almost 200 mph. Einari cut infront of buses, tractor trailors, and other large vehicles. He almost crashed in several incidents but managed to pull into a nice huge office building unharmed.

Airy checked to make sure that everything was still intact got out of the car and made her way to the nice office building." Is this where my father works?" Airy asked holding the door open."NO sh*t."Einari said pulling his hood completely over his face."Um excuse me but you people cant just. Oh I'm sorry it's you Samantha what brings you down here and who is this you have brought with you?" A lady at the front desk asked."Who is she?"Airy asked. "She's the receptionist." Einari replied."This is a uh potiential client for my father."Airy pointed out."Are you sure he's even worth you father's time."She said turning up her nose at Einari.

Before Einari could do anything rash Airy grabbed him by his arm and lead her to the elevator."Which floor is my father on."Airy asked looking at the floor buttons."Try the top floor."Einari said saracastically.Airy pressed the top floor.Airy walked up to the door that read "Regis Kain" in big bold print.

Without warning or hesitation Airy walked into the office just in time to see him shaking hands with some man.When he turned to face Airy his expression totally changed and an angered look spread across his face."You know we found your car all smashed up.We thought you were dead.You had me and your mother worried.Where in the hell have you been?"Regis asked obviously upset.Before Airy could think of a reply Einari stepped in."She was with me I was helping to heal her wounds from the accident."Einari said."And who the hell are you.Why didnt you take my daughter to a real hospital!"Regis said getting even angrier."Father he did the best he could and all I need is some money and I'll be gone I promise."Airy said in a pleading voice."You just need some money.What the hell do I look like to you! Do you just think I'm some damn bank?No you cant have no money thats why I sent ur ass to college to get a damn job of your own damn money! Now take this crackhead friend of yours and get the hell out of my building and take this piece of sh*t birthday present with you!"Regis said throwing a pink cellphone outlined in diamonds at Airy.Come on Einari I guess my father hates me."Airy said with tears filling in her eyes.

Back in the car Airy broke the silence."What am I going to do for money now?"Airy asked putting on her seat belt."Thats why I managed to get this.Your father's bank card."Einari said with an evil smile."So how much do we get."Airy asked."As much as you can withdraw at the time love."Einari said speeding as they both burst into laughter as Einari turned off the highway and onto some dark slippery wet backroad.Einari was driving incredibly fast when he saw a figure.He slammed on the brakes but due to the raining the road was slippery and the car went sliding (incredibly fast) into the figure once the car made contact with the figure the car flipped upside down.

Einari managed to slide out unharmed while Airy had a minor cut above her eye.Standing before them was an angered Buffy with a sword in her right hand."How about we finish this?Shall we?"Buffy asked twirling the sword.

(Please excuse my french in the dialoge above got alittle too carried away.)

(ooc: that's alright, I get carried away on a daily basis 😂 )

Yuri pulled over by the side of the road, not willing to traverse her motorcycle through the steadily building snow blanketing the countryside. It was late afternoon and the little sunlight that had visited the sky was fading fast along with any hopes of Yuri finding her target alive. It didn't seem as if another living soul was around for miles.

You can scream as loud as you want...only God will hear you... Yuri shivered, pocketing her gloved hands as she got herself off the bike. The roads had little to no activity, she the only person brave/foolish enough to be in the area. Keeping the bike in place, she followed a path through the forest, a slow frown starting to play across her steely features.

What's up, body snatcher?

Yuri twitched, annoyed by the nickname. Brushing it off momentarily, Yuri turned her gaze down to a set of tracks embedded into the ground, the parallel trail of flattened grass. It is barely noticeable but...it seems a...car, was it? That is what you call those things, no? It seems one of those drove through the area not too long ago. Possibly Jasmine drove herself to the University but got into an accident?

Bullshit. Your little bartender friend wouldn't have left her their to rot. Nor would he have been so...so bloody remorseful. You... Her voice turned skeptical. You do realize there's something majorly off about that guy?

To quote your smartass: 'No f**king shit'. He is far too...strange to be human. And he is not of vampiric or spirit nature. He is, in a word, an enigma. Not a flaw, but puzzling nonetheless. But he has his uses...

I bet...doubt he'll fill any of your uses though... Feeling a reprimanding tone coming on, Simone tactfully changed the subject. Though, other than a freakily foreboding forest and the occasional squawk of {insert bird} I don't see what L.C. was so friggin worked up about.

True... Agreed Yuri, pocketing her hands as far as they could go in the increasing cold. She arched a raven brow. “What is the worse that I could find...?” She stopped at the edge of an icy white clearing. Two silhouettes were visible in the dying light and startling white landscape. Making out the figures with ease, Yuri closed her eyes, wishing the question never left her lips.

She could only hope it had been a figment of her obscure imagination. She could only wish the cold had temporarily given her an image of insanity. She could only silently pray she hadn't witnessed her target naked in a pool of her own blood, a man in a roughed up business suit nearby. She saw death every day of her life so it wasn't the circumstances that annoyed her. Rather, it was the fact the she hadn't caused them (well, with the exception of the naked part, she'd have no need to do something like that).

Opening her eyes, Yuri scowled horribly at the image. She broke off into a run to inspect the two corpses, Simone screeching loudly through her mind. STOPPPPPPPPP!!! Yuri halted, not from the demand, but from the shock the youth had gave her an order. Simone’s voice was warped, twisted, bumbling. I...in my...f**k god damnit! On my keys, a first aid, first aid kit-

I HIGHLY doubt first aid would be effective for this situation! Yuri thought back venomously.

The gloves! Simone's voice was heavily strained. Use...the GLOVES...from the first aid kit. Do this as professionally as possible. Leave no prints on the body if you plan on doing an inspection. I-, we're-, whatever, my...body is not gonna be held responsible for this.

Rolling her eyes, Yuri zipped down her jacket, fiddling around in multiple pockets for they keys she had just had in hand. Finding them after a minute, she flicked open a small white case, pushing aside useless items as she took out a pair of Latex gloves. She stretched them over her thin fingerless black gloves, breath coming out a white mist as she began her task.

While her target held a higher significance, Yuri decided first to look over the man. Flipping him over from his face, she raised an amused/disgusted brow at his lack of face, the skin peeled neatly...no, perfectly off. Running a finger over the exposed muscle, she found a portion of the dried red face bruised, multiple teeth missing from the tortured man's mouth.

Were his eyes blue? Green? A light brown that sparkled beautifully under the proper amount of sunlight? They were questions Yuri would never have answers for, someone managing to gouge out his eyes completely. Another missing member was his right hand, a bloody stump in place. She searched for any form of identification but to her dismay, found none. By his side were pieces of flesh and spine, but no blood in the mass. Strange...

Simone's voice was shaky, she not use to the scene. I...Yuri, It was the first time Yuri could remember the youth using her proper name. She let her continue without interruption. Remember what you did earlier? The tracking thing? You think it possible to do it again, give a hazy description of what went on...before you inspect Jasmine?

Yuri contemplated such an idea, kneading her chin with her knuckles. She shrugged. I suppose it is possible... Retreating back several feet, Yuri stepped over the tracks, frowning. Nature has done too well a job of covering this up...these marks are only visible because of the rate at which the car stopped.

Despite her claim of being anything but an animal, Yuri crouched down on her fours, staring to the ground in avid wonder. The lightest imprints of boots were visible. These are from the third party...Jasmine has no shoes, lost in the struggle? The man near her is wearing shoes, well polished. He possible had a high stature. But I would expect to see even the smallest of depressions.

Cocking her head, Yuri got to her feet. Backing up from the tracks, she went back to analyzing the man. On her knees, she rolled up his slacks, the shined portion of his knees satisfying her theory. The third party tossed them, they skidded along the ground...I can not get a logical story from this, it would all be assumption-

Now...examine Jasmine, interrupted Simone coolly, voice holding an abnormal tone. Complying with the youth, Yuri crept over to the wide-eyed Jasmine. Feet away lay a summer dress, decorated in minor splotches of blood and mud, staining the expensive pink flower adorned outfit.

*TBC

*continuation

Yuri gulped at a conclusion starting to form. Her dress was torn from her body with no struggle...again, perfectly. Brushing aside the damp hair clinging to her pale, sad face, Yuri could only push the body aside. Rigor mortis had set in days ago. A few strands of hair lay tangled in the mud, yanked from her scalp. Closing her eyes, Yuri shook her head. I can not do this.

But you can... Simone, who held a vivid imagination, had realized what happened, what was the cause, as soon as they stumbled onto the scene. Her voice was strained from fear and anger. Continue the inspection, body snatcher. The finale awaits...

The show has yet to start... Yuri struggled with keeping her nails from extending, a fierce anger rising inside. Running her hands along the female, she found a slight bruising between her thighs, a result from her legs being forced open. She closed her eyes, another heavy breath forming as her attention wandered to the deep bite mark in her neck. It would seem...my target was raped...

Who died first...? questioned Simone.

Yuri looked over both the bodies. I am not certain, I- Forcing a calm composure, Yuri glanced to the bits of spine and flesh by the man. More than likely the female.

Now what's a summary of it all? Draw a f**king conclusion, Yuri.

Watch your god damn mouth! warned Yuri, shaking from the circumstances. Conclusion: Man was tortured, Jasmine was raped...

Then what? demanded Simone.

Yuri responded weakly. ...then an animal of some sort ripped her throat out-

Cut the F**KING bullshit, Yuri! An animal? I will agree, an animal DID do this but not the kind you're talking about. It was a vampire, you know it, I know it, don't try and cover it up or deny it!! A vampire came along, beat the shit out of whoever the hell that guy is, raped that girly, killed her in front of him, then proceeded to mutilate the guy for only God knows why-

A small cough escaped from a lith figure perched on a mossy rock, Simone freezing in shock. Yuri glanced to the huddled figure apathetically. She had expected the figure to intervene in the conversation piece for quite some time now.

Her head was buried in between her knees, arms wrapped tightly around her pale knees, an ethereal glow escaping her milky white complexion. Yuri walked calmly over to the spirit, Simone risking a question. What the hell is she...? she trailed off in disbelief.

As I said, she is stuck in limbo. Her condition has to be met... Yuri tilted her head, towering over the cerulean haired beauty. The right question must be asked. It is not obvious and the question varies depending on the asker but that is the only way to set her free... Swallowing hard, Yuri asked. “Were you raped?”

The spirit kept her gaze downward, a weak 'yes' escaping her lips. She continued on her questionnaire. “Did a vampire rape you?” Another weak yes escaped the frail figure. Yuri gulped. “Do I-” She stopped herself immediately. The once frail figure slowly raised her gaze from the ground, a sparkling hazel eye glaring to Yuri.

Why'd you stop?

Yuri exhaled heavily, eyes to the ground. Because...that is the right question. And once I ask it, I will be submitted to the last moments of Mrs. Kain life. It is how she escapes...once another bears witness to her death.

Then ask it! Its the only way you'll find it if any of your little vamp friends have been doing more than sucking blood...it might be a little sordid but-

It is not from the perspective you are thinking... Cut in Yuri, growing light headed at the circumstances. Massaging her temples, she explained. The ordeal would be from first person perspective...through the eyes of Jasmine, her horror, her pain, her scream, her death...everything would be experienced to her very last breath.

Simone didn't comment, stunned, imagination running wild at the thought. Eventually, she was able to form coherent speech. F**k that. I have no intention of bearing witness to a full blown rape scene or being a victim.

Neither do I...not yet, Before Simone could demand what her last two words could mean, Yuri bowed her head in respect to the forlorn spirit. "Thank you for allowing me my questions." Turning on her heel, she departed from the scene immediately, heading for her bike.

What's the game-plan for the evening? What'll we do from here?

Starting up her bike, Yuri shook her head at a loss. I have no idea.

Yuri, you're kind rose from an eternal slumber to take over the world, drive out the insignificant disgraceful beings known as humans. But answer me this: so far, all I've seen is your kind kill people, threaten people, and now, I see, they rape people. Now tell me, what makes you so different, what makes you so much god damn better than the humans? Because from what I can tell, we're exactly alike.

A long pause ensued as Yuri started up her motorcycle. Hearing Simone start to raise her voice, she sighed. I know child, I know...and that is beginning to scare me. Leaving it at that, she rode back to the grotto, not sure of her next course of action...

(ooc: meant to end it more fancy but yeah, its late and I have to get up early so it'll do)

ooc: short but to the point.

Yuri swam her fingers through her hair, casually folding one tanned leg over another. Her eyes were drilled to the satin black canopy hanging just below the compact dirt ceiling, a vague distant stare in a pair of sparkling surreal eyes. Resting in darkness, her pupils had expanded eerily, a pale yellow glow illuminating her normally hazel irises. She crossed her legs again, a cold sweat over her brow, anxieties in the dark.

At least we HAVE suspects… consoled Simone.

She licked her lips, moving a hand from her hair to the black satin pillow. Her other hand threw off her sheets, a black sports bra and low rise underwear in play. She normally slept in the buff…then again, she normally was sure she could trust the people around her. At the moment, she could only speculate what the others had been up to for the past three days. She blew a strand of gray upwards with a heavy breath. While I will admit rounding it down to four does hold some significance, I should be able to trust future allies…and old friends.

I’m just going by what I’m given. No way could it’ve been Loki, the trickster. You were, after all, with him, the presumed night of death. We know it can’t be Zechariahs considering he did just get his body. If he had gotten it sooner you would’ve been able to sense it, no? However, Zech did mention Xzaar acting as if he wasn’t completely there. Perhaps he did it, got scarred from the experience? Then there’s Orion and Dante; we haven’t seen them around for…since we met Loki. There definite suspects-

I still am not certain we should include Dante, cut in Yuri skeptically. The big bastard could not have even killed his band mate. What would have made it so that he raped and killed a woman he did not even know?

You’d be surprised what the proper influence could do…maybe Orion-

At this, Yuri snorted loudly, rolling her eyes. You mean the vampire who constantly preaches to me about the need for me to change my ways…to turn from the darkness? The one who is using my…emotions, my petty little desires to bribe me into becoming good? That one?

Yes, that one, Simone responded coolly. I’ll give him that much, he knows you better than you’d think. And if he fulfilled his part of the deal first or in full to be more precise, you’d probably be a Good Samaritan at the red bloody cross-

F**k off, Simone. I am not as easy or sexually driven as you would like to think, scolded Yuri with a mixture of crossness and cruelty. She immediately sighed, the scowl her face had taken molding into nonchalance. We are falling off-topic quickly. Case in point, Orion and Dante are suspects, as is Xzaar. Lastly, there is Xornon, whose whereabouts have yet to be accounted for during that evening.

Simone made no commentary for a minute. She finally spoke in a depressed tone. I’m starting to think the bartender was right. We’re in way over our heads here and the only proper way to know who did it would be through Jasmine…are we going to tell Khimaria, let her take care of it?

Only if she asks… stated Yuri with a mysterious air.

Yeah, I can imagine it now. Hey, Yuri, you ran into any woman raped and killed by vampires lately? Simone scoffed at her sarcasm. Why in the hell would she ask you about something like that?

Exactly, retorted Yuri, swinging herself from the bed with ease. She pulled on a pair of jeans, shrugging. I take whatever loophole I can find and the eventual punishment that will come with it. One of my associates could be the cause to my botched assassination. I will determine who on my own and from there, leave the matter with Khimaria…

Or…? Simone’s voice became filled with doubt. Or what, Yuri?

Swiping her keys from off the table, Yuri’s eyes flickered with malice and something indescribable. Or if it is not Xzaar, I will take matters into my own hands. Pocketing her keys, Yuri walked out from her room and to the main room of the cavern. Zechariah’s was deep in relaxation, as was Xzaar. Xornon was awake, orange eyes staring magnificently into the fire.

Yuri blocked off his view from the heated spectacle, staring down from an indifferent hazel. “Can we talk…?” She motioned to the entrance of the cave. “In private?” He nodded, getting to his feet.

Pleased, Yuri tiptoed quietly through the many turns and twists leading to the door, coming to a halt feet away. Crossing her arms, she rested her back to the wall, restless fingers messing with her keys. She danced them from fingertip to fingertip, only stopping as she noticed Xornon grow impatient. She sighed, eyes to her feet. “Tell me Xornon. Over the time that I have known you we did not start out on the greatest of terms but can you…do you trust me?”

Xornon placed his back to the opposite wall, curious. “Where’s this question coming from?”

“I can not say…” responded Yuri, eyes closed. She fiddled with her keys some more. “Something occurred this evening…something that not even I could foresee. I am sorry, but I am not yet wiling to say just what exactly I am talking about. However, I do have a rhetorical question of sorts. It is not meant to offend but…”

She sighed, kneading her forehead. It was harder than she’d expected it to be. Her emotions were starting to get in the way. Glancing to the side, she asked tonelessly. “If you committed a horrible deed, if you committed a travesty, could you tell me you did it, whether it was accidental or purposeful? I,” She walked up to him, eyes slightly glossy. She gulped, forcing a tone of apathy. “If you were to kill someone, I would care less but if you raped someone, would you be able to tell me?”

Feeling she’d overstepped her boundaries, she turned her gaze back to her keys, fiddling quietly with the contents of Simone’s first aid kit.

(I really have no way into anyone's storyline 😛)

Originally posted by Zernad
( Umm Seriph is there a way I can make Airy's sidequest tie into the main quest cause it only gets more complex from here on out.)

“Lucky…”

Yuri pinched the bridge of her nose in semi-frustration, the lighting of her room a strain to her tired eyes. After hearing no proper response to her question, she figured she’d leave the interrogation to later. Or to be more exact, after she assassinated her last victim, she’d put all her energy into solving Jasmine’s mystery.

It wasn’t only rape, it was interference to her job, on one of the few things she was Godly in doing. And by a vampire… She growled, shaking the thoughts from her head. Her concentration wandered aimlessly from topic to topic. At least TRY and concentrate yourself, Yuri, or you will get nowhere fast. Focus on your target.

Yeah…Lucky, Chuckled Simone. She giggled despite the dark circumstances. Oh, the irony of it all. Lucky…and you’re only left with the initial for a last name. Lucky C. Oh god, if his name is Lucky Charms, you’ll be doing him a favor! At this, she burst into mocking laughter, Yuri not sure what she found so amusing.

Brushing off the youth’s chortling, Yuri’s nails pierced through the useless file. She wanted to chalk it up to Loth running out of time to make a proper file but considering he’d had centuries to document the whereabouts of every victim after Lucky, it seemed he was a mystery.

No pictures were available on him, his ability had been jotted down as unknown, race was unavailable, height and weight was unavailable, eye color was unidentified, age was ranging from his twenties to his thirties but nothing specific. Yuri groaned, tossing the file onto her sheets. She was beginning to wonder if this ‘Lucky’ character even existed.

Running, Yuri jumped onto her mattress, throwing her hands behind her head. She kicked up into the air, relaxing after a moment. “I do not even know where to start…” Feeling along the bed, she sifted through the sheets of his file, trying to find something to work with. Flipping to a last page, she narrowed her eyes. “Most commonly seen in black trench coat or full black outfit. Avoids airport, security checkpoints, etc...?” She raised both brows, bewildered.

Maybe Lucky here smuggles arms into the country? Or… Simone thought deeply on the matter. Maybe he always carries a weapon so he doesn’t like going through metal detectors?

Biting her lip, Yuri felt a nagging thought at the back of her mind. She tried to grasp the concept, it floating just out of her reach. It wasn’t an idea, more like a possibility over Lucky’s avoidance of security. Dropping the papers flat onto her chest, she rubbed her eyes vigorously, squirming about on the comforter.

With no leads, she would have to go to the strange jolly bartender for assistance yet again. And if she had to ask him for help once more, she wasn’t sure how well her pride would be able to hold up. Exhaling, she dragged her hands down her cheeks, glancing down to her bra. A small yellow post-it had shaken loose as she writhed about on the comforter.

Yuri deciphered the words across the paper, blinking at the scrawled scribble that was Loth’s handwriting. Thinking furiously, she popped up into a seating position, a key name standing out. Crumbling up the paper, she smiled in confidence. By the end of this very long day, at least she would have killed one of her targets.

Yuri kissed at the paper tenderly, in higher spirits over the possibilities. She held out the paper over the candlelight’s, allowing it burn to black ashes in her hand. She read a location in the message out loud to her self, voice overly delighted. “D’Angelo’s Casa de Tarjetas…you, my dear, are the key…”

Yuri pushed open the grand doors of the marvelous building, eyes darting from player to player aloofly. Walking through the reinforced glass doors, she looked about with a cold seriousness, clad in all black attire, tight black leather pants with a low cut fitted top short sleeve top to match. Out of common sense, she had thrown on her NorthFace jacket at the last minute.

Arching her brow, she strutted with purpose across the wine red carpet in the flashy casino, players casually glancing her way, drawn to her expression. A beautiful face, determined but cruel. A few others started to smirk, remembering her first walk through the casino. However, at receiving an evil eye thrown their way, they immediately returned attention back to the games.

Nearing the private area of the casino, Yuri folded her arms across her chest, two bodyguards blocking her way into the back room. She drilled a cynical stare into the two men. One was bald, brown head glistening under the lights of the casino. The other had short wavy hair, dull brown eyes hidden under amethyst contacts. Her first reaction was to say ‘move’ but she decided she should at least attempt to be polite. She cleared her throat before speaking. “I have come here to see D’angelo.”

The two guards shared a stare before turning their eyes back to Yuri. The bald one spoke first. “Many would like to see D’angelo but it doesn’t mean you will,” He stood up tall over Yuri, narrowing his eyes. “What business do you have with him?”

She held back threatening words. Taking a breath, she formed a strained smile. “I simply wish to speak with him. My business is my own…” She felt her nails begin to sharpen, Yuri losing the little patience she had.

This time, the man with the amethyst contacts spoke. “Sorry, but with an answer like that, you wont get far. I suggest you get back to your games or we will be forced to escort you from the casino.”

Her patience was slowly melting away. Stepping up to him, her eyes narrowed vindictively. “I suggest you move before I make you move.”

“Or what?” The guard bit his lip to stifle a laugh.

Before the guard could find out just what she could do, a voice called out from the side, a toned arm wrapping around Yuri’s shoulder. Staring to the hand on her shoulder, she made note of fingers clinging to a half cigar, wincing as smoke blew through her hair courtesy of the man to her side.

D’angelo gave a smile to his guards. His face hadn’t changed, same cocky expression, the only exception being his blue eyes, which held the smallest hint of malice. “I can take care of her from here…but nice to see you two are worth something.” To her disgust, he pulled her closer as the bodyguards gracefully stepped aside.

The warmth from the expensive Cuban cigar played across her cheek, the light bouncing from it revealing a venomous glow to her eyes. Nonetheless, she forced a smile, bouncers pushing open the door into the vacant poker room. In place of the wooden table seen only two days ago was a rich circular marble table. The shady bulbs had been replaced with soft white lighting from a Tiffany lamp piece dangling overhead.

Motioning her to sit in a black leather chair, he took a seat opposite her in a brown leather swivel chair, ashtray conveniently an arms length away. He stared her up in down in heavy scrutiny, an unreadable expression across his face. He took a long drag before a smile curled his lips. At last, he said, “Now tell me, Yuri. Why are you here…came for another game?”

Folding her hands over the table, Yuri tilted her head, trademark brow raised. “Depends. What do you have in mind…a quick round of poker? Blackjack perhaps? Personally, I am here on business but it does serve as something to keep as busy as we talk.”

“Poker,” Resting his cigar down into the glass ash filled tray, he gave out their hands with his right hand, gaze on the cards. “In truth, I wanted to try out this game my…” He gave what looked to be an embarrassed smile. “…My god daughter taught me. She calls it spit but it is pretty interesting.” He extended his hand for Yuri to take her cards.

She reached over to grab her hand, growing slightly apprehensive when D’angelo didn’t let go. Yuri made a strange face, a question crossing her mind after ten seconds under her opponent’s heated stare. “Then why do we not play the child’s game? It would seem you wish to play that more.”

From across the table, D’angelo’s smile broadened, a dangerous stare given to Yuri. In a quick move, he released her cards, grabbing onto her wrist and pulling her halfway across the table. He gritted his teeth with a maniacal smile, raising his left hand from under the table to reveal a white cast covering his fingers. “Because…spit, at times, requires two hands to play. But I do have a dilemma considering you broke my f**king hand,” With a scowl, he freed her hand, falling back down into his seat. He pointed his cigar to her in disgust. “I’ve killed other men and women for doing less than the shit you pulled…”

Completely unfazed by the assault, Yuri calmly started to shuffle her five cards. “Then why am I not dead?” She lifted her eyes from the cards. “Do not tell me you have grown fond of me.”

“Hardly,” To her surprise, he started to laugh, shaking his head. “No, no, no, it doesn’t have a damn thing to do with you,” He almost looked prepared to jump across the table and stab her to prove it. He cooled down his temper, blowing smoke through the air. “You see, I tend to not mess with any of L’s friends, especially the females.”

Yuri stared to her hand of cards blankly. “And here I thought it was because you wanted to f**k me.”

“That too.” Admitted D’angelo, devious smile playing across his face.

Rolling her eyes, Yuri placed down two cards for exchange. She frowned at a thought. “Why especially not the females? Or anybody for that matter?”

He chuckled to himself as he burnt out his cigar. Giving Yuri two random cards, he explained. “Here’s the thing…L doesn’t like men…but he hates woman. Hell, I’d think he hated the whole human race if I didn’t know better. Rather, he puts up with them but never gives a proper explanation for why he’s so…” He searched his mind hopelessly for the proper word.

Now it was Yuri’s turn to laugh. “Are we talking about the same jolly-go-lucky bartender that I know???”

“Yes,” answered D’angelo straight, replacing three cards for himself. “He doesn’t act it, he doesn’t seem it, but it’s the truth. So when I see him with a woman, I know either A) someone took over his body or B) he respects her for some incomprehensible reason. I take it it’s the latter for you.”

“Possibly,” murmured Yuri, thoughts on their conversation on the dance floor. “But why would he respect you…?” Realizing her question was bordering rude, she added on, “No offense.”

He waved it off, displaying his hand, a full house. “None taken,” Drumming his good hand along the black marble, he stared Yuri in the eye with a charming smile. “I’m willing to admit, I’m not the best of men but I do have one good quality…outside the bedroom of course,” Satisfied at the groan of disgust from Yuri, he leaned back in wait to see her cards as he talked. “That being, I never go back on my word. It’s one of the only things that matters to me.”

Unable to detect any dishonesty from his words, Yuri nodded her head in understanding. “How noble…” She had yet to show her hand, tilting her head curiously to D’angelo. “…Though…I realize you have not fully explained why you would not mess with L’s associates.”

“Because you don’t cross him,” simplified D’angelo, gaze on the painted glass of the lamp. “There was one guy who played poker with us, made a joke on L’s name and he being a cheater. L didn’t say anything, just gave a stare. This cold, hard stare,” He shivered unconsciously at the memory. “The next day, the guy who made the joke goes through a serious of unfortunate events. His girl leaves him, he goes bankrupt, they accidentally dismantled his car, he lost his job, his checks were lost in the mail and he was evicted from his apartment-, that was his breaking point. By the end of the day, he shot himself clear in the head and he even screwed that up. He suffered in ICU for a good two days before dying-”

“God…damn,” Yuri blinked at the story, wondering whether it was rumor or true. “I still do not see what this has to do with L.”

“-The next night, we go to play poker, the suicide fresh on our minds. We’re all a little glum, but L’s strolling behind us with a small smile. I ask what's so amusing, he cracks a smile and says ‘Isn’t it strange how a simple twist of fate can turn a man’s life into hell? Even his girl left him…shame’. Now see, I would’ve let that go, but only I knew that. I don’t know how, but he had something to do with it…” D’angelo rested his chin on top his knuckles. “Moral of that story: Don’t screw with Lucky.”

Her heart skipped a beat at hearing the name. Yuri furrowed her brows together in confusion and a mixture of fear. “Lucky…he is the dead man, no?”

“Lucky…L? What, he never told you his name?” D’angelo laughed at her facial features, assuming her bewilderment was over finding out the bartender’s name.

Through her head, a four letter word ran wild in her rage and disappointment, Yuri reluctant to kill the bartender. She closed her eyes tightly at the human emotions clouding her thoughts, trying to get her to rethink her kill. He was, after all, her friend. But at the same time…he was her kill. Opening her eyes, she gulped, hoping it was a mistake. “He doesn’t like going through security…?”

“Girl,” D’angelo gave her a look of ludicrous. “Have you seen his face? He’s got a tongue, eyebrow, ear, etc piercing. All metal…there’s no way he’s not going to go off.”

“I see…” Yuri shuffled her hand once more, her suspiciouns correct. She had held a feeling it had to do more with jewelry than with weaponry over why her target wouldn’t go through something as simple as a metal detector. She laid out all five cards face down, massaging her temples to throw off the beginnings of a headache. “Would you happen to know where he is? I do not think he is at work…”

“Right now?” Raising his arm into the air, he lowered a black sleeve to reveal a Rolex. Checking the time, he said. “Right now, he should be leaving the gym and going on the train home. He’s avoiding his job for awhile, least that’s what he told me last time we spoke.”

“Thank you,” Yuri stood abruptly from the table, completely emotionless. “I appreciate it.”

“Don’t look like it,” commented D’angelo dryly, watching her go. He stared confused. “Giving up on the round?”

“Oh yes,” Yuri jumped back to her cards, flipping over each one meticulously. Revealing the extremely rare hand to D’angelo, she shrugged. “I already broke your hand. I did not think I should royally screw you as well.” Laying out the Royal Flush for display, she slipped the cards back into the deck, leaving the stunned D’angelo to his bearing as she exited the room.

Outside the casino, Yuri stared hard to the navy blue ceiling of the night. She asked a question to nobody in particular, in the need for everything to make sense. “What do you have in store for me…?”

((wow, i'm way behind. Girlfrind surpised me, and came to visit from Ohio (i'm in VA), so i haven't been around. Could you pm me midnite, and let me know whats going on so i can post.))

(OOC: Hmmm....so much for my two days...anywho, I'll not be posting for another couple yet, because night shift has really ****ed with my concentration...still...keep up the good work with your posts Midnite, cause I love to read your awsome work.)

Zechariahs stooped slighlty as he walked down into the bar. It was the same bar Ken had taken him to earlier, but this time Zechariahs was moving with intent. Bumping into a man on his way out, Zechariahs lifted his wallet with supernatural speed. Taking it out, he walked to the bar, asking for three shooters. The man demanded twelve dollars, and although this sounded exorbirent to Zechariahs, he counted out the money from the numebrs on the notes. Smiling at the young woman sitting next to him at the bar, he downed his first shot with a slight shock at the strength of the liquor. The woman let loose a little giggle, and Zechariahs threw another smile at her. Taking his next shot, he poured it down his throat with just a smile.

He finished his third and asked for three more. The girl grinned and, brushing back her hair with one hand, asked him,
“Were you in here last night with your handsome friend?” Zechariahs laughed and paid the bartender before replying,
“Yes. I believe he could be called that. Desired appearances change, don’t they?”
“That can’t be a US accent, can it? Where are you from?” she asked him.
“I am Zechariahs. Originally from Europe. Are you from around here?”
“Nice name. I’m Marie. Can I call you Zech?” her smile faded a little as she replied, “Yes. I’ve never left the state.”
Zechariahs frowned slightly, his chiseled face creasing in disain, “if you wish.”
“Oh, I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
“No, it is okay. I’m actually looking for somebody who could loan me money. I’m in debt quite severly, and the banking families refuse to extend me credit.”
“I don’t think you could trust anybody else apart from the banks.”
“Ah well, maybe I should continue the search elsewhere.”
Marie looked somewhat distraught, “Hey, come and have a dance first, yeah?”
“I’m afraid my dancing skills are somewhat… ancient.”
“Everyone dances here, though. What's the point of goiong clubbing if you ain’t gunna dance?”
Zechariahs grimaced and drank his last two shots, allowing himself to be lead onto the main floor where clubbers formed a human wave which rose and fell with the throbbing music. Pulling him into the middle of the crowd, Marie began moving with the beat, though Zechariahs was finding it hard to concentrate as the pounding music impeded on his concentration.

((I was told to make my own storyline... So I am. Sorry Midnite - hope the continutation doesn't mess up anything.))

An hour or so later, Zechariahs emerged from the crowd. He’d lost track of Marie, but had gotten into the beat and the moves of the club. He’d also managed to stock up on cash, taken from the flock of mortals. Once or twice he had seen people placing pills into their mouths, and watched their trips with interest. Marking down the dealers, it had been the exit of one of them that had caused his own. Following the man out to the corridor which led to the toilets, the dealer roughly shoved aside one of the clubbers to walk out of the emergency exit. Out the back of the club was an alleyway, and Zechariahs moved into the shadows as the dealer met with a well dressed businessman carrying a cane which he was tapping impatiently against his foot. Padding closer, Zechariahs stooped down to pull a piece of thick steel piping from the floor. The dealer spoke first,
“That's ninety pills sold today. I’ve got your $600, okay?”
The businessman had a smooth but sure voice as he spoke; “We said $900. Give me all that you owe.”
“Dammit, I’m not giving you a penny more!”
“I hate to do this to an old associate. But I will kill you if you do not pay me.”
“L-l-look,” the dealer stammered, “I’ve got other things to think about. I need to pay D’Angelo, or he’ll kill me!”
“I don’t think you understand. I will kill you if you don’t. Don’t mess with me.”
“F-****!” the dealer turned to run, and at the same time the businessman pulled a handgun from his pocket. One shot rang out and the dealer fell, a red flower blossoming from his leg. Stepping forward, Zechariahs brought the metal pipe down and smashed away the gun. Suprisingly fast, the businessman danced backward, twisting the cane, which made a pop. Pausing a moment, Zechariahs watched as a thin sword was unsheathed from the cane.

Moving forward into an en garde position, the businessman lunged forward. Zechariahs snorted as he dodged to the side of the blade,
“A French bastardisation of the style I created will avail you nothing.”
Batting aside the man's guard Zechariahs riposted with a blow to the man's face. A sickening crunch announced the man's broken nose, and he reeled back. Moving inside the man's guard, Zechariahs delivered a blow to the man's temple. HE fell to the floor and his head cracked off the concrete.

Turning around, Zechariahs saw the dealer propped up against a green dumpster, staring wide-eyed and white-faced as he watched the approaching vampire. He flinched as Zechariahs extended a hand, but allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.
“Your name?” demanded his saviours.
“W-will.”
“You work for me now, Will. I am Zechariahs and we will go with you to this D’Angelo, and see your debts freed. But first, you need to heal.”

Zechariahs lifted a hand to his face, then bit into his wrist. A line of blood began to swell, and he forced his wrist to Will's mouth.
“Drink it, and be healed.” Unable to do anything but, Will felt the blood trickle down his throat. A moment later a burning sensation raced through his body to concentrate in his leg. Glancing down Will saw the skin heal over and the bleeding stop. Shocked, he looked up with fear at his new boss, who just smiled.
“Take me to D’Angelo.”

(ooc: Thanx for that Decomp, hope you'll be ables to write soon. As for me, erm, what with finals coming around, I've been sort of caught up in life so my next few posts might be a little half-assed [or on the non-existent side]. Oh, and on a side note, I don't mind Trickster, I had no further plans for D'angelo so your free to do as you wish...maybe not kill him but...eh, i dunno. Anyways, here's something for now...)

Yuri threw on the black hood of her NorthFace, high heels flying down the water stained grey stairs. She slipped on the second to last step, catching the silver railing embedded into the dirtied white tiles before she actually fell. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to relax, jumping the last two stairs.

Narrowing her eyes, Yuri strolled past the token booth, catching no scent in the seemingly vacant cement station. It had been a tedious task locating Lucky’s gym. Even more so when she had to track him down. But in the huge underground train station, it was starting to border on impossible.

Over a thousand smells traveled through the station, the fresh aroma of slices of pizza straight from the pizzeria to the rotten smell of spoiled Chinese food casually dropped to the grime and bubblegum covered floors. Pushing herself through a turnstile, vertigo lightly struck, the multiple odor of humans all too much for such a cramped space.

Back to the wall, Yuri bowed her head, massaging her eyelids with a sigh. She still wasn’t sure how she would go about killing him. Her conscience was a factor she had to be wary of and she still needed to decide what method of choice she’d use to kill him. Quick and painless…perhaps a broken neck? She groaned frustrated. That is a first, I do not wish to draw out his death. Hate these fu-

Interrupting her thoughts was a godly roar sweeping through the station, a blast of air sweeping up a second staircase leading downwards, metal wheels gliding onto their tracks. Widening her eyes, Yuri abandoned her feelings of reluctance, jumping down the stairs to the yellow grey platform below, silver train doors preparing to close.

She glanced ahead, catching a swaying black trench coat enter into a train compartment. Arching her brow, Yuri slid in through the closing doors nearest her, leaning her back against the scratched plastic windows of the metal door. Staying on balance as the train sped through its tunnels; she only risked moving at the stop into the next train station, walls painted in blue and green mosaics.

Moving from the door, Yuri strutted down the yellow beige floor, sliding open a small door serving to separate the train carriages. Walking through, she continued to stroll through the train as it sped demonically out of the tunnels into the chill winter air, flying pass stop after stop in its rush to its destination.

Yuri paused outside the last sliding door, hesitantly peeking through the glass window and to the whistling bartender, oblivious to the action she’d commit. Fingers grasping the cold silver handle, the lights flickered into darkness, a murder in the dark…or it would have been if she had opened the door. She was only able to stand deathly still, hand beginning to shake on the handle as she watched the man she couldn’t understand.

Almost as if sensing the intense stare thrown his way, the bartender turned a curious stare to the door, catching nothing but the darkness of the second to last carriage. Pressing herself as hard as she could to the side of the wall, Yuri closed her eyes, dreading the human emotions she’d been bestowed with…then again, maybe it were her own emotions in play, the human side serving as her scapegoat for her own weaknesses.

Grinding her teeth at the very thought, a voice echoed over the loudspeakers with the slowing of the train, announcing it to be the last stop. Watching the bartender exit the carriage, she exited hers, staring as he flew down the stairs. Peering over the railing of the platform suspended in mid-air, she waited until he had walked a sufficient distance away before leaping over the edge, landing gracefully after her twelve foot fall.

Pocketing her hands, Yuri squinted as Lucky turned a corner, quietly walking after him in the midnight hour. Taking her time, she made a left down the street he had walked down, blinking at the alley like setting, the snow coating the ladders in cold white. Trailing her fingers along the ice glistened wall, Yuri shivered at a sense of déjà vu felt, the feeling of everything been done before. A heating vent in the ground let off a burst of steam, the exhaust from a nearby bakery entering the atmosphere.

Making a right at the next intersection in the winding alleyway, she came to a slow in the middle of a basketball court, with a frown, coming to a stop…but not of her own free will. Gritting her teeth, Yuri attempted to lift a leg, swing an arm, move a muscle. After an intense effort, she found it to be useless.

From behind her came light footsteps, boots compacting half inches of snow. Lucky came to her front, head tilted with a smile. “What have we here…? Has the fly caught the spider before she made her web?” He chuckled, snapping his fingers.

Feeling some sensation come back into her face, all reluctance towards killing Lucky began to fade away. Yuri smiled in her slowly developing rage. “You must tell me, how long have you known I was following?”

Catching her face, Lucky began on a sort of examination of the vampire. He rolled his eyes, a little tired. “I’ve known you were after me before you even knew I was a target. I am quite the special one.”

“Special how?” inquired Yuri, struggling to get free of her invisible bonds. She puffed a strand of grey from her eyes in frustration. “I take it you can foresee the future…and control another’s actions?”

Stretching, Lucky rested his gloved hands behind his head. “Not…exactly,” Glancing to Yuri, he explained at her look of confusion. “The future, while mostly predetermined, is never guaranteed for most. Rather, I see what can happen, what is most likely to happen, and what has come to pass. And, in truth, I have no control over your actions. You’re just in my territory,” He removed the glove from his right hand.

Seeing him make no move to elaborate, Yuri wished for some sort of weapon to make him do so. As soon as the thought came, she fell to her knees, shivering as the cold seeped through her pants. Looking up to Lucky, she found her voice bitter as she asked, “And what are the rules of your territory? Better yet, what are you?”

“Rules,” He started to count on his fingers. “Within my territory, thoughts of violence are prohibited along with any actions that results in another’s death. Take for example, at your little basketball game. That girlie would’ve died if you punched her through the display case. But,” He twirled the fingers on his left hand, an invisible charm gliding from his palm as he smiled. “She happened to be very lucky. Another example would be now, you want to kill me but that’s not allowed which leads to this…fail safe of sorts.”

“And what are you?” asked Yuri plainly, trying to control her thoughts.

“Simply put, a reincarnation,” Lucky sat to the ground, bored glance to the side. “I am a reincarnation, put through numerous lifetimes, forced to remember my past between my teen years, always dying around my mid-twenties. That is how it has been fated for countless years, the only thing changing being the times.”

“Really…I take it you know more about me than I was led to believe?” At her question, Lucky smiled deviously with a hint of a chuckle. Annoyed, she drilled her nails through the snow. “As long as we were not past lovers….”

Lucky immediately stopped his small laughing, shaking his head. “We didn’t even know each other…not personally,” Standing up, he nimbly stretched out the fingers on his hand. “However, our connection is locked away in your memory.” Noticing her pale at him knowing her lack of recollection, he rested his hand on top of her head.

Gulping, Yuri chewed lightly on her bottom lip to ignore the numbing of her legs. Gazing up to Lucky, she spoke coolly. “What are you doing? Under the circumstances, I could only guess you would kill me. It would make sense considering I will kill-” She trailed off, pain splitting through her head at the utterance of the word ‘kill’.

Lucky almost laughed. “That was a good try, I’ll give you that much. Trying to turn my territory rules against me, real clever,” He tenderly rubbed her head, growing serious. “You are only hurting yourself. Try not to be so murderous, Yuri. As for what I’m doing…” He angled her face upwards, staring hard into her eyes. “I happen to know exactly what happened to you, exactly why you’ve lost your memory, exactly why there is a gap in certain parts to your former life.”

“I…what happened? Tell me…” Lowering her guard, Yuri’s eyes grew anxious as she swallowed hard.

“Once you understand WHY you lost your memory, you’ll attain all of your memories back in full,” Moving his hand from the back of her scalp, he rested his palm on top of her forehead, serious and morose. His voice came out toneless. “But why tell what I can show…?”

*To Be Continued…tomorrow. Hopefully it wont come out as rushed as this one.....

( sorry for not posting in a while but I'm caught up in the EOCT (finals) so between that and my job I'm pretty much booked up)

Airy was shocked to see that Buffy had made such a speedy recovery and ontop of that she wasnt even harmed by the speeding car."Are you hard of hearing?I said lets finish this!"Buffy said yanking Airy up.Buffy attempted to chop Airy's head clean off but Airy blocked it by wrapping her legs around Buffy's right arm and by using her leg strength she was able to flip Buffy over.

Still holding her sword Buffy lunged at Airy but she dodged and Buffy's sword got stuck in the building behind her.Before Buffy could react Einari tackled her down to the ground.But was quickly thrown off as Buffy stood to her feet she quickly turned around to give Airy a powerful punch but Airy dodged and bit Buffy in her left arm. An angered Buffy pulled Airy from her arm ripping her own vain in the process."Your blood is disgusting." Airy said spitting out the chemicals infused with Buffy's blood."Do you know how much splice I had to buy to heal those nasty wounds you gave me?Not only that but I just had my dosage tripled"Buffy quickly turned around and caught one of Einari's switchblades that was headed straight for her head."Now my speed and strength as you can tell has increased."Buffy said crushing the switchblade in her hands.

Airy kneed Buffy in the stomach and proceeded to hit her repeatedly in the face but Buffy remained unphased by the blows to the face."This is getting me nowhere."Airy said Buffy just smiled as she hit Airy in the chest with her palm and sent Airy flying.Buffy then grabbed Airy by her hair but was cut off by a roundhouse kick to the face by Einari.Buffy stumbled back a couple of steps.

Einari went to follow it up but was hit hard in the face and was thrown to the ground."We are no match for her."Airy said sounding somewhat afraid."I have a plan"Einari said pulling himself up and whispering the plan into Airy's ear.

After recklessly charging Buffy and easily getting knocked back down he motioned for Airy to grab the sword impaled in thnearby wall. Before Airy could get there an angered Buffy smacked Airy across the face and flipped her over sending her crashing back first into the concrete.Buffy then removed the sword and attacked with great speed slitting Airy's throatalthough she had meant to decapitate her.Airy fell to the ground holding her throat over the blood loss.

With Airy down Einari was left dodging Buffy's careless swings as it became apparent the chemicals were wearing off.Buffy went for a stab with all her strength but EInari barely dodged and Buffy stabbed a pipe on the overturned car causing clear fluid to spill out all over her face."Now!"Einari yelled.

Airy struggled to light a match.Finally able to do it she threw the match which made contact with the clear fluid causing the car to explode in Buffy's face.

The explosion sent her crashing into a nearby parked car.More concerned about Airy.Einari rushed over to her side."I'm afraid I wont make it.I'm losing too much blood and I dont have any energy to heal myself with.This body will be dead soon."Airy said weakly.

"I'm not going to let you die."Einari said taking his hood off revealing his throat."NO you cant sacrifice yourself for me."Airy said."Its ok this is my chance to do something to help out my kind.For the longest I've been known as a coward, a betrayer of friends and I've realized although I dont always agree with your decisions you are my kind so please I know this isnt half of the redemption I owe but please let it be my final atonement on this earth."EInari said leaning closer to Airy. Airy didnt want to but she extended her fangs and bit into Einari's throat.

(Unfortunately I have no farther use for him in my storyline.And now that the player is gone what should I do with him does anybody else have any use for him? Well let me know before I continue this post.)