[@KatherinWinter][@WildRose]

[center]Marisol[/center]

Marisol closed her eyes. But the shot never came.
"Goodnight bitch," a harsh voice said before the sound of metal piercing through flesh was heard. Mari opened her eyes as the Lesser fell to the side, the large scarred Brother standing over her. He extended his hand.

For a few moments all Mari could do was stare. He was powerful. He was enormous. 
He was... magnificent. Like an avenging angel from human lore.
As the thoughts crossed her mind she shoved them away. The Brothers were not magnificent, they were terrifying. Stories of their ruthlessness abounded amongst the race. They were not heroes, they were warriors. A necessary evil for the protection of the race.

But he was offering to help her up. The gesture was unexpected but she wasn't about to scoff at his offer. Unlike the glymera, civilian vampires such as herself did not feel that others were beneath their aristocratic bloodlines. 
She took his hand, noticing how her own was shaking. She was dirty, her clothes rumpled, black blood on her mouth still. She wiped it away with her other hand that was equally shaking. "That stuff tastes like shit," she said, the light swear as bad as her language got. 

Terrifying as he was, his golden eyes caught and held her attention. She realized she was staring but couldn't help it. She never thought she would even see a Brother, let alone make contact with one. 
Swallowing hard past her suddenly dry throat, she managed to stammer out, "Th-thank you."
A random thought in the back of her mind wondered if they ever got thanked for what they did.

The one Lesser left alive from the encounter disappeared into the night. Marisol finally broke the contact to search for her bag. She gathered the papers that had scattered, files of her clients, and a few other odds and ends along with the pieces of her destroyed cellphone. It was when she searched for her wallet that she gasped in alarm.
"My wallet! It's gone!" she exclaimed. All of her information was in there. Her address, her driver's license, her bank card, her office ID...
Had the Lesser taken it?

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Rhage[/center]

The scent of a female had the Beast's head turning. Female... and the scent of fear... a scared female... and the sweet scent of Lessers...
With another bellowing roar the Beast took off in the direction of the female. He followed her scent and the scent of the Lessers, both getting closer.
He came upon the Lessers first but he could sense the female hiding nearby. They would find her soon.
Anger boiled inside as he attacked the enemies viscously. The Lessers never stood a chance. With screams of terror they were torn apart within minutes. The Beast kept attacking and ripping and biting until there were only black smears and torn bits of clothing where the Lessers had once stood. Black blood coated his fangs and mouth, dripping down his chest.

The Beast threw his head back and roared his victory. Then he began to scent the area, searching for the female he had sensed. Once he found her he snarled but didn't approach her. He stared hard at her, baring his teeth. Once the Beast was certain the female was unharmed a bright light engulfed the Beast and the area around him. Once it faded Rhage lay on the ground, completely naked and body contorted in pain. He was out cold and gasping for breath, his energy spent.