[b]Hans and Fredrick[/b]

Fredrick went skidding through the doorway, cursing, a blood streak left behind him as his wounds weren't healing. That sword [i]fucking hurt![/i] The man was a human! He was supposed to be easy to kill! And yet, there he was. Still standing, not a mark on him. "You bastard." Fredrick spat, blood dribbling from his lips. [i]Tell me that Henry at least got the girl..[/i] Fredrick thought through the haze of pain and fear. Fear. That was an emotion he wasn't used to feeling from things that should have been prey. Yet here he was, scared of the man with the rusty sword, the dead eyes. The [i]hate[/i] pulsing off of it. His eyes shifted from the man to where Henry was supposed to be escaping with the girl...and immediately he blanched. There was a pile of gore that used to be Henry, and the other vampire standing over him looking far more terrifying than Fredrick remembered him being. The girl was splattered with blood and shaking, crouched in a corner and trying to make herself as small as possible. He was just about to cut his losses and crawl away from this death trap. He was more terrified than angry. Henry had died, true. Henry had been a partner, true. But anger and a desire for revenge was drowned beneath fear and the desire to live.

Well, that was the plan until work boots filled his vision and a familiar scent filled his nostrils. "Hello...Hans." He gasped, refusing to glance up at the Ascended Werewolf. "Hello Fredrick. Things go badly here?" Hans asked, glancing at the pile of gore that used to be Henry, Mairyell, and Julian. Despite the obvious power being displayed by both of them, his eyes only held contempt. Arrogance. Fredrick coughed up more blood. "The human with the sword is protective of the girl, and he's stronger and faster than he should be. The sword is nasty as hell. I don't know what the vampire's [i]fucking problem[/i] is, but you can see the results for yourself. Henry never stood a chance...." Hans glanced back down at the vampire. Fredrick was covered in sword slashes and blood, his suit ruined. He would probably be able to recover from this, provided he could get away from the fight. "Fredrick?" The vampire finally glanced up at him. "You failed in your mission. Twice." 

There was a sudden ripping and tearing sound, and Fredrick only had time to let out one futile scream before his head was crushed beneath a clawed foot. Hans walked into the room, tearing holes in the roof where his horns met it. His left hand was clenched in a fist. "Before we begin..." He tossed whatever was in his left hand into the air. For a second, the black bead wavered in the air. Then, it flew through the air and burrowed into the base of Mary's throat. She let out a strangled scream of pain, then collapsed. He body began moving and twisting in directions it shouldn't. Bones were audibly snapping. "She may survive that. But she may not. You two have bigger problems." Hans said, waiting for Julian or Mairyell to attack. 

[u]Mary[/u]

After being saved by Mairyell, Mary had retreated as far away from the battle as she was able to, watching with wide, terrified, eyes. Tears still coursed down her cheeks and she covered her ears and sobbed as Mairyell killed Henry. His screams still penetrated through her attempt to block them out. [i]No one deserves to die like that...[/i] She thought it was over when Fredrick went skidding through the doorway, Julian unharmed. That is, till another man arrived. Mary had slowly uncurled herself from the ball she had formed, and was standing up when a scream drew her attention. She let out a whimper, to afraid to muster the energy to scream. Another monster was here, and from the way he had been talking to Fredrick, was here for her. She immediately backed away when he tossed something in his hand up in the air, only to feel a burning pain in the base of her throat, pain that rapidly blossomed into pure agony. She let out a scream as it flooded throughout her body, seeming to go deeper than the flesh, to her very [i]soul[/i]. 

The last thing she was aware of before she blacked out was the feeling of [i]something[/i] new inside of her head.