[quote=@thewizardguy]
The figure at the front spoke up, after hesitating for a moment. 'Well..... it seems you have important reasons to go where you need to be. However, don't get in the way of our Brothers and Sisters, they will not show mercy.' The man seemed unsure of himself, and Rebecca guessed it would have to be against his nature to allow someone through. Most likely, the effects of the hypnosis would not last long. Furthermore, from the whispers she could pick up from the others, it seemed multiple among the Vampire Hunters had noticed the strange change in behaviour from their superior, and suspected some form of foul play.
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Like ice it felt, a sinister, unwelcomed chill that seemed to creep down the woman's spine and course its way through her shriveling nerves to the very tips of her fingers, threatening to extend her sharp, obsidian blades from her hands and unleash a terror like no other upon these...obviously overzealous fundamentalists, but with a mental slap on the wrist, Rebecca swayed herself from such illicit thoughts, the telltale voice that whispered in her head [i]kill them[/i] while the other, the voice of reason, urged her to simply walk away.  Pay not the suspicious glances and apprehensive mutterings of the hunters any regard, climb back into her vehicle and drive onwards taking her and her adorable, sleepy thrall to safety, or...what apparent safety may be left in the city as spoken by their grim words.  As it appeared, the city was in absolute peril, as these religious buffoons were [i]purifying[/i] every inch of it.  It was best not to make a scene anyways in front of these few, not when they had heavy firepower on their side, plus with the volume of which they were armed, it would be a miracle in itself if Rebecca survived the altercation with just a few pieces missing from her.  [color=ed1c24]"Very well.  Thank you for your cooperation, and have a wonderful evening."[/color]  She smirked to the armored men and women before returning to her car, her high heels echoing with every clack against the weathered asphalt of the road.  She slipped in closing the door and locking it rolling up her window, when she saw that Camille was very much awake and apparently...frightened by something.

[color=ed1c24]"Sweetheart?  Is something the matter?"[/color]  The woman asked her servant, a gentle hand reaching to caress her smooth, blushing cheek.  The girl shakily answered, a nervous fang pinching at her bottom lip and tinting it about the same glowing hue as her skin, [color=f49ac2]"Ummm...n-n-no Mistress.  I-I ummm... I was just a little scared of these guys.  That's all."[/color]  The hunters, of course.  To an elder such as Rebecca, they didn't really strike her that much as intimidating.  Rather, she was laughing hysterically on the inside at the great lengths mortals would go just to eradicate the undead scourge, about as subtle as the Holocaust, but....to a youngling...it might as well be the coming of the Third Reich.  Even in the dim, greenish haze emanating from the dashboard of her car, Rebecca could see clear as day the fear surmounting in Camille's soft emeralds.  [color=ed1c24]"My dear, you've nothing to be afraid of."[/color]  She assured the young thrall with a tender kiss upon her forehead.  [color=ed1c24]"They're letting us through now.  I'll admit negotiations were rather...tense shall we say?  But you know your Mistress.  I have quite a way with words."[/color]  With a little smirk, she giggled to herself starting up her car and driving past the roadblock, making sure to keep her speed to a minimum, so as not to draw ay further suspicion.  She would admit, tense indeed was the word for that short meeting.  In a matter of seconds, those fools could have ended her life....and that of her sweet little Cammie.

....But what Rebecca hadn't noticed was the fear in Camille's eyes was not that of the hunters...but of the shadowy, cloaked figure that was scrutinizing their every move from the seemingly infinite darkness, and now...as they had gone, the figure set his attention...upon the lowly roadblock set by the Purge...and the valiant men and women who guarded the passage with their lives...