[color=6ecff6][b][h3]December 1st, 2015, Washington D.C. 19:15[/h3][/b][/color]
Octavius watched as the series of highly respected figures filed into the conference room in silence. They took their seats in the rows, and scattered among them were the other 7 members of Octus. It was an awkward system, to have almost a hundred purebreds sit in on a meeting, but none of them know who the actual members of Octus were, well, except for Octavius.

The conference room was much more of an auditorium, being a large enough hall to house the many vampires present at the meeting. Octavius sighed as he leaned on his cane, waiting for everyone to take their seats. Upon this, Octavius made his way through the rows of seats in near-silence, the only sound being the tapping of his cane against the floor. He took his place in front of a podium, which held a small stack of papers and a microphone before him.

"Good afternoon, my compatriots. This will be the final meeting of the year! How wonderful." He said this last comment with a spit of sarcasm, inciting no reaction from the crowd of pures, who simply wanted to know the situation, and get any problems dealt with. "Alright..." He said, recovering from the silence. "We have a few things to cover tonight, but first of all, I would like to ask that we finally get something done about the seventh law." As he said this, the rows filled with groaning and laughter.

"What do you expect us to do about it? We've voted on it for 7 meetings now, and 5 members voted against each time. We don't need to waste more time getting nothing done." Someone from the front row spoke up in anger.

"Actually it was 6 against, last time." Said another vampire from farther back.

"Alright, then, let us get to the more important things, then." Said Octavius, as he balled up a few of the papers in his hand, throwing them to the ground at his feet. "You all know that there has been increased feral activity within the last 2 months. It has apparently caused enough concern that I had about 4,000 requests to bring it up at this meeting." Octavius took a step back from the mic, pulling his phone slightly out of his coat pocket to press the send button. "Given the large number of reported murders, our only case of action is to stomp out these ferals.  We don't have enough manpower to take them down, though. I know that none of you want to throw your entire brood at what could be only a few psychopaths, so I have devised a solution.

A man walked through the door at the back of the room. Just by looking at him, they could tell that he was human. This sent a shock that reverberated around the room.

"What the hell is he doing here, and who is he, Octavius!" Yelled the man from the from row.

"Calm down, all of you. This is Mr. Locke, a hunter. His weapons have been confiscated, and he is constantly being monitored, so don't worry. Over the past few weeks, I have been conversing with a few hunters who would be willing to work with the Society to stop these feral vampires." As the hunter walked past the rows of seats, he got nothing but dirty looks from the vampires around him who were barely restraining themselves from killing him.

The hunter took a few deep breaths as he was walked. He could feel their hate in the air, and each row he passed felt like an eternity. The worst part was that they'd taken his weapons at the door; chum in the water. Attempting to protect his identity, the man always wore a mask while hunting, and in this particular case, a mixture of several disgusting colognes, in an attempt to hide his scent even a little bit. A measure he wouldn't normally take, but this was a frankly horrifying situation. 

"Alright, calm down, buddy. They can smell fear. You agreed to put yourself in this situation, so deal," he thought to himself as he stepped up next to the podium. As Locke came to the podium, Octavius placed his gloved hand on his shoulder, adding more awkwardness to the silent atmosphere of contempt and hatred.

"Mr. Locke, I do thank you for risking yourself by coming here. Now, is there anything you want to say to my compatriots before I talk about tonight's voting?" Octavius' face contained a mix of calmness and sadism as he patted the hunter on the back.

Locke cleared his throat as he approached the mic.
"Uh, yes. First of all, thank you for having me, I feel this meeting could be very beneficial, to both of our parties. I risk my own life coming here tonight because I believe that it's in the best interest of both our... [i]Species.[/i] Because frankly, it doesn't look good for either of us if we don't come to some common ground here." Octavius clapped a small amount, stopping only when he realized that no one else had joined in.

"I agree completely. You see, folks, if we don't work with these hunters, well, we are all doomed, vampires and humans both. Ferals are a damn scourge, and only by working together can we wipe them out." Octavius' face had started to contort with anger, though his composure had stuck to such an extent that even with this anger, you couldn't really tell his mood. He had begun to lean on the podium while speaking, so he stood straight again, and fidgeted with his tie for a second. "Alright, what I have determined that we do is make 2 addendums to the tenth law, allowing us to create temporary allies with hunters, under the condition that they only hunt ferals. As well as those, we will be enlisting hunters and monitoring their activity. Action against ferals will be heavily encouraged, maybe even rewarded. All of this is listed within the document I sent to each of you last night, under the title 'Inquisitional Alliance Treaty'. All those willing to sign the document will sign the copy on the table to my right." Octavius pointed to a table to his right with a pile of papers and a long sheet of parchment layed out on its surface. "Oh, Mr. Locke, it would be best for you to leave now."
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3 hours later.

Octavius made his way into a limousine parked the side of the street. The meeting had gone better than he expected, and he couldn't believe he convinced those stubborn fucks to something as insane as working with hunters.

"Jeeves, airport. I don't want to be here for much longer, this city reeks of human. I think this is the one city I hate more than Chicago." Of course, Octavious really hated Chicago.

[color=9e0b0f][b][h3]December 20th, 2015, Chicago, Illinois 21:36[/h3][/b][/color]

The rain had only just stopped pouring as Octavius found himself in a construction site, standing over the mutilated corpse of a former member of his brood, next to the hunter who had agreed to help him only a few weeks prior, and the hunter who had let them on the site.

"These bastards never stop feeding, do they?" Octavius said blankly, the only discernible emotion being the slight faltering in his voice. His left hand grasped his cane with enough force to kill a man. 
"Apparently not," Locke replied as he knelt next to the corpse, examining it.

"Well, whoever this feral was, he or she had to have known this vampire was up here. They lock this place up at eight o' clock sharp. Our perp probably invited them here. I heard the disturbance, saw the body, called you guys. Was just about to leave too. Happened just after closing." Elijah pointed towards the chest cavity. "I thought it was a normal murder until I saw the blood drain and her heart crushed. Looks like someone pretty much ripped her heart out with their bare hands."

"She was a hard worker, too. It's such a shame to see her torn apart by someone who was too hungry to wait for a human to pass by. Whoever did this can't be that far away, right?" Octavius pressed a few buttons on his phone, sending out some of his brood to search for the perpetrator.

Locke stood up.
"Y'never know... You vamps are a slippery bunch..."

"Well, I guess we need to notify everyone, then. I would implore both of you to contact other allied hunters in the area, and I will get the other pures notified as well. We might need as many hands as we can get to hunt this bastard down." Octavius walked off, without even waiting for a response, and made his way back to his vehicle, sending a number of messages from his phone in the process.

Locke had pulled out a phone already, but stopped to look up as he noticed Octavius walk off without saying anything. The hunter sighed.
"Vampires..."

"Suppose I can burn this vamp body we got here anyway boss. Seems like our vampire friend doesn't value their comrade's remains. You'd better call the other hunter in the area, get him over here to debrief him."

"I plan to, Elijah, don't worry."

The masked hunter stooped over the corpse once more, looking for anything that might have left DNA traces.

"... Nothing. Alright, torch it," he said, while he pulled out his flip-phone again, sending texts to the local hunters: "Got an F, huge construction site, North side. Get here now."


[Collaboration by VarionusNW, NyteM4re, and Exodus]