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Mithias listened, plagued by the pain in his gut which he held his blood-covered hand over. He tried to answer. "Ah. I don't know about a such girl.... No family? Sounds like an escapee from the kind of project Elle Woodson might be involved in. So, I see that you're not sent here by the coven to kill me then? I was about to be impressed with the speed of the Elle's vengeance." 

The black-haired vampire spoke readily, but not in a pathetically rushed tone of fear. He placed one hand down to support himself. What he had said so far was slightly unexpected. So, he appeared to be at odds with the local vampires. Big deal. His problems were not going to matter in the next few minutes. "I'll tell you what you want to know, but I must tell you more than you asked for. Vampires are far too numerous in these times, and now the young move into territories not their own and act like farmers among sheep. The coven in New Oreleans is lead by Ms. Woodson, Elle, and she reports to an even larger heirarchy. Every large city in these times has a nest of supplicant, sycophantic, selfish psychopaths who all want to suck their way to the top. Elle had her claws in everything here, even more than I have yet discovered, I am sure. Her next three executives were sordid scum: Roland Marks, Heather Larksby, and Ivanna. ... No, Ivanna didn't have another name. Roland had thralls managing the local banks, Heather saw to controlling the local human authorities and legal system, and Ivanna lead their internal law enforcement, the vampire executioners, who keep their own kind oppressed. 

Elle herself lived in and gave her orders from the corportate media tower downtown. Farren Bixby Stalton manipulated the news agencies there with her and was also her personal butler. But, they probably won't be causing any trouble, for a little while." The blood on his clothes, Rebecca would realize was vampire blood, and possibly not his own.

"They're all dead, all except for Ms. Woodson." The wounded vampire frowned at that. "I had been watching this coven for 5 years, since they came, but I had to intervene. Only a short while ago, the New Orleans coven somehow orchestrated the murder of the werewolf pack leader, the 'alpha,' and to kill such a truly free and wild supernatural being is an unfathomable crime. The mean to incite war with lycankind, and I am sure they have already accomplished it. It may be too late..." He winced.

"Elle Woodson is responsible for this. Perhaps I should have put an end to her as well, but... I let her go. Perhaps it is because, I believe that, not everything deserves to die." He would have chuckled if it wasn't torture to do so, for surely his assailant didn't hold the same views. It really didn't look like there was a way out of this.

"I do not want to die myself, I have someone to live for, but..." Mithias didnt' go on. The look on his face made clear it was regretable, but his own tale would be kept to himself. "I cannot stop you if you truly wish to destroy me right now. Please, stop the crimes against the werewolves, and against humans." He seemed a bit dulled from his injury. "The innocent must be protected. Keep this world in balance." He looked around himself, but no one would be coming to his resque it seemed. 

No begging, no appeals to god. Mithias chose his last words. "I loved you father."