[IC] The World of Blood Compact

[Kurai Assassin]

Sgt Ashley Harper | NYC | 2100 Hrs

Hider

youtube.com/watch?v=Mkp8ZdQ9SqI

The Helicopter containing Ash and her men passed the school as two other helicopters dropped off the SOLDIER teams that would act as a safe haven for the non infected. Ashley's team was dropped at the Elite Squads last known position which happened to be the Night club turned Gang front for Mr Jones. It wasnt long after the final SOLDIER operative had disembarked from the Helicopter that Ashley heard shots being fired not too far away. "This is Hunter Actual to any SOLDIER operatives on this frequency. If your reading this radio transmission please reply back with the appropriate code word." She said into her radio, knowing that the correct answer would be FLASH.

[Ojo chan 42]

''Sasha O'Neill

Sasha had laid her head against the window of the mercedec and stared outside. The past 5 houres had gone by in a slow pace, yet flew by as fast as a jet plane. She and Jean could already see the skyline of the big apple.

''concrete jungle were dreams are made true, there is nothing you can't do'' Jean said as he pointed to the empire state building. Helicopters flew around and there were even some people fleeing the city already.

''It looks like a scene straight from the first night war'' Sasha mentioned taking a picture from within the moving car. She sighed as she looked at the picture.

''Blurred?'' Jean asked. Sasha nodded as Jean drove into the city. Then all of the sudden they found a roadblock forcing Jean to push his breaks to the limit.

''dammit, wich smartass found it a good idea to build up a road blockade just around a major turn'' Jean cursed as a armed swatt officer came to their way.

''Entry to the city is currently forbidden, we kindly ask you to leave'' He said. Sasha opend her purse and pulled out her press cards together with those of Jean.

''Montreal Daily, we were send here to cover the attack on New York'' She said while the officer went through their papers.

''No one I allowed to enter'' The officer said stern, returning the papers to Sasha.

''we have a right to enter, free press is allowed to go into danger zones to report. We were trained to deal with warzone press, and are fully aware of the dangers. Now please let us through''

''No one is allowed to enter. Orders from higher up. Now get out or I will arrest you for resisting a evacuation order'' The swat officer said moving his semi-automatic assault rifle.

''alright we will move'' Jean said putting the gears if his car in R and turned the car around. The officer still watching them.

''can they arrest you for resisting a evacuation order?'' Sasha asked looking at the city from the corner of her eye.

''They can for a matter of fact, but only if you intentionaly obstruckt the evacuation and bring the lives of others in danger''
''with other words, we found a loophole and we can enter the city'' Sasha smirked.

''as long as that Kerchak over there won't find you, then yes you absolutly can'' Jean parked the car far out of sight from the gorilla swat officer and grabbed some equipment.

''here you have your walkietalkie, your portable camera and mircophone. Your writing equipment, and please buy yourself a tablet anytime soon, writing is outdated, and well, I though you could use it'' Jean said holding up a Compact semi-automatic Smith & Wesson.

''how you even get your hands on them is a secret I am afaird I will never find out'' Sasha said hugging jean from within the car while he handed over the gun and ammunition.

''Hold down the base, everyone at Beer & Bite is counting on us, we might be civilance, but we can be hecka annoying if we have to be'' Sasha offerd her hand as Jean grabbed it as well

''For liberty''
''for knowledge''
''for the free mind''
''for the headline''

‘’just go, I will process whatever information you send me’’ Jean said and the door of the mercedes opend, Sasha stepping outside.
As fast as her low heels could carry her she sprinted into the city, making her way through the crowds unnoticed.
’’Jean, do you get a clear vieuw on this, OVER’’ Sasha asked talking into the WT. Her camera was rolling as she approached a huge crowd of people, all being stopped by a man with guns, she was unsure if they were from the American army or from SOLDIER.
‘’Yeah I got this, how is it down there, OVER’’
’’there is an tension hanging in the air, these people probably have loved ones within the quarantine area and ar waiting for them, OVER’’
‘’can you get closer? OVER’’
‘’not from here the area is closed off, OVER’’
‘’I am going to search for another area, I will cease communtications for now, I will contact you every half an houre. If I do not….well it was nice working with you, OVER’’
‘’Don’t say that lassy, I won’t accept anyone other than you as my colleague. ‘’ Its was silent for a while before Jean spoke again. ‘’Be carefull, OVER’’

Sasha smiled as she heard his last comment. She put her camera back into her bag and her WT as well, she made sure her bag was closed properly before she tried to sepperate herself from the crowd. She silently cursed herself for wearing a corset today, it blocked her movements a tad to much for her taste. She walked into a allyway near the crowd and climbed over the fence. Jumping down and running before anyone could notice. She ran around the maze of allyways that made New York to a concrete jungle. Only to run into a rather handsome man after a awhile of navigating herselfs. . He had a uncommon hairstyle and his gey eye’s seemed to radiate anger. Sasha wasn’t so sure this man was human and juding the potential danger of the sitation she better be carefull. She held her hand above her gun, wich was hidden under her skirst, held up by one of those holders you see in western movies. When the saloon girls are being harrassed and they show that they are armed.

''good evening'''

@BlackPanther

[BlackPanther]

@Ojo chan 42
Vladimir had felt the build up of thrust. His vision had started to haze with the red of it and he took the moment to run. He got the heck out of there seeing no other choice and not really wanting to beat up the people in there any further. He kept over fences with ease, his grey eyes deeper in color with red becoming more prominent.

Then, he stopped. He felt he was far enough away to be safe. Apparently, that was wrong of him to think. A woman approached him...he did not know her name. His eyes darted to the gun and his head tilted. The movement causing his earring to glint from under his hair. His eyes slowly moved up to her face then back down to her neck.

He hadn't had human blood in so long. He quickly looked back down. "Evening. I would hope you do not wish to use that....toy on me" He shook somewhat as he resisted the urge to gently tear into her neck. He would not, he had given that up so long ago. It was like a past drug addict getting exposed to the drug they had given up cold.

[The Grey Dust]

"Really? Is that the only greeting you'd offer me?" Bedivere seemed to be more than slightly disappointed. "A man travels nearly three and a half thousand miles across the pond and needlessly slaughters a bunch of henchmen to be hardly recognized? Or introduced..." The dark lord's wit still as biting as ever, far more so as he twirled his blade around, the swinging Caliburn, gyrating around his wrist as the darkness it produced ate away all the remaining lights within this room. And the darker the room was, the most powerful Bedivere would be, a threat to whoever annoys him to set off his rage over being attacked.

"If you don't know who I am already you lowborne-Mutt, then you are not important enough in the hierarchy to know." A rather off-putting remark, cutting at Vladimir who would have been hit with a projectile dead weight of body. Sure it was only what would have been a light toss given Bedivere's current power, but a sixty kilo body would still be a formidable mass at low speeds. Enough to at least ground you had you not realized it was coming. Quite possibly enough to knock the hybrid back and clear the way for Bedivere to conduct his business, nevermind the other two, nor Lucan who was far too overjoyed with being with his sire.

Today was going along swimmingly. If you were swimming in a pool of magma. It was surprising then as how to Bedivere could remain so seemingly calm despite having London attacked. Perhaps it was years of training, or stoicism. Or just the façade of barely restrained anger waiting to be unleashed on the poor city of New York. Or was his mind already thinking twelve steps ahead? Using this tide to his advantage to his benefit? What was a mere city to thirteen? An excuse to wage war has been brought to the table. A need to overthrow the established status quo, impetus for him to act and seize this opportunity. Thus what was there need for excessive rage? For in loss there is much to gain.

"London has also been attacked it seems. Will you not rally in its defense Mithias?" Taking off the white bespoke suit of his and tossing it over to Mithias. "Do clothe yourself though good chap, you are above the fashion of Lord Shane." Although given the nature of the suit itself, should it fit Mithias so comfortably as it did Bedivere? The elder after was a man of refined tastes and did have his attire customized to his measurements. Perhaps as jacket for some modesty, if Mithias can pull off the look. Not that Lucan cared, for to the poor redheaded boy, Mithias was a god to worship. Already obeying his master's voice, the beck and call to be at his master's side, a shadow a step behind him.

"Solider is not a place you'd want to visit Mithias, after all who do you think planted the incendiary device in your vehicle? Certainly not me, but my top agent, well former top agent, has uncovered a lovely cache of information on Solider's betrayal. Your new boytoy here has it uploaded into his magic box, as for me, I must retire back to the Isles soon and have no time for a proper natter. Visit if you wish, although I will have some dealings here in the Colonies to deal with Deon..." A rather long speech as the elder vampire began to walk towards the door after Mithias and friends, passing the younger knight along the way. Wherein the darkness could afford him speed, the vampire lord took his time here, savouring each moment.

And then they felt it. The call. The summons.
The whisper and beckon, just as how Mithias' voice lures Lucan.

"Oh. Well then. It appears we shall be gathered at Carfax soon enough. Just like old times hrm Brother?"

White turned to black, and upon feathered wings the warrior departed.
A new dawn would greet them, and with it a new war.
There into the night, the knight raven sung:

"A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys, holloa, boys, make the bells ring,
Holloa, boys, holloa boys, God save the King!"

[Ojo chan 42]

Sasha didn't dare to move as the man scanned her body. He seemed hungry and dangerously close to giving in to his need. She recognized the way he looked at her, though it was the first time Sasha had been the one that got looked at. She knew all to well that this vampire was preying on her. For a reason unknown to Sasha he held back his desire to bite.

" if I do not need to I will not shoot. Even if you are a vampire dangerously close to bloodlust" Sasha said calm as she moved her hand away from the gun.
" but then again I do not think my bullets could stop you" She commented looking at the muscles the vampire before her possesed.

"Sasha, half an houre passed. Still alive love?, OVER" the voice of Jean sounded through her WT. A tad startled Sasha Jumped a bit before taking the WT from her belt and pressed the button.

''Still alive Jean, I stumbled upon a surviving Vampire. I have an idea that might bring me closer to where I need to be. I shal inform you soon, OVER'' Sasha hooked the WT back on her belt and made her way towards the man while untying the red ribbon around her neck.

'' Sir, my name is Sasha O'Neill and I am a reporter for the Montreal Daily. I specialize in vampire articles and have come to NY to cover the attack. I have yet to reach the source of the chaos, wich I intend to find. I would like to strike up a deal with you seeing as you are in need of some, we can both profit of this.'' Sasha said having stopped with aproaching the vampire man. She didn't wanted to get to close.

'' I need your help getting to the centre of this all, I want you to help me reach it and tell me everything you know regarding the attack. In return for your help I will let you drink my blood until you can move around and we at least can have a civiled conversation'' She dared to say. She wasn't sure about this. She had donated blood before, so she had gotten used with working with a bag of blood missing in her system. But then again.....to be bitten is something compleatly different. To late she had already offerd this, and she had a headline to write.

''My offer will not stand in the event your bite can turn me into a vampire on the first bite, I'd rater stay human for a while longer''

@BlackPanther

[BlackPanther]

@Ojo chan 42
Vladimir wearily watched the woman in front of him. He chuckled at the comment on bloodlust. "my dear you have no idea." it was getting hard to breath. He switched to inhaling through his mouth to prevent her scent from getting to him, but the sound of her heartbeat was like the sound of addiction calling for him...taunting him.

The sound of the voice made him jump. Startled, he managed to recompose himself mostly. "a reporter...in here...with this mess. To think I thought I've seen it all. Vladimir" he did not offer a last name as usual...especially since the family line of old had a bit of a reputation.

He listened to the offer and chuckled. The chuckle turning into a bit of laughter. He regained himself again and met her eyes. "you are falsely believing I am a full vampire. I am not. Being that I am what I am...even if I wanted to I cannot turn you. I also am....the human equivalent to a vegetarian. If I give in now..." he inhaled and shut his eyes momentarily.

"I feed on animals. And considering I just came from the source...I can say you would not survive that." his eyes opened slowly to reveal a more rust coloration. He was close to snapping, but he was managing to control himself.

[Ojo chan 42]

Sasha O'neill

Sasha listened to the not-really-a-vampire Vladimir. He was interesting to say the least. A vegetarian vampire, he could serve as a good source material for a special article.

With a sigh Sasha looked down, she knew he wasn't going to take her to the source of this all. She tied her red ribbon back around her neck, making sure the collar of her dress was a tad higher than before.

"excuse me for offering the deal then. I didn't knew there would be a vampire who would live from animal blood."

She opend her bag and searched for something. When she found it she pulled it out of her bag and walked to Vladimir. She handed him a small white business card. Her office, work, phone number and e-mail were printed on them.

"if you ever feel like I can interview you than please give me a call. I think the readers would love to read about your story" she said with a smile before distancing herself again from Vladimir.

" and for now the best I can offer you is a ride out of town, we can drop you somewhere near the Niagara falls. I know there are a lot of deers in that area. So in return please do tell me what you know. What happened in there?"

Sasha notices the change in his eyes. It was dangerous to stay in his presence but she was sure that if she were to run away he would snap completely. And she wasn't exactly planning to find out what would happen if he gave in to his need to feed.

Seeing as she was the only human around.....
@BlackPanther

[Shoe Thief]

Deon Erickson

After getting stabbed, shot, surrounded, and having his building compromised, Deon was pissed. After bracing the remains of his arm to the remains of it's respective shoulder the loose limb was finally taking to it's old home. Still weak, still damaged, but it shouldn't fall off too easily now. At least half his security staff was dead now, the other half scattered and too thin to do much. His potential base was in chaos, he could try to retake it later with a small tactical force. But that would take time, time was not something he had available to him. He no longer had the funds to build a new base, he had other facilities but non as efficient as this one. Or as home like. No... He could recover from this. Yes, things didn't go according to plan, but he still had a lot left. Soon the debt he had on his technical Nine Lives wouldn't matter. He would be leading his new army to overthrow the mortals once and for all.

Erickson made it back to his living area where he kept his personal weaponry. His blades, rifles, more bullets, and in case, some explosives. With his trench coat, and what tools he figured he would need, he was ready to go. Once he was about to leave the office he heard something... no... someone. Someone that brought joy to him like a parent returning from war, a college kid getting their tuition paid for in full with out debt, a child trying sweets for the first time, an old war monger who's ticket to freedom just awoke. "To me." was all the voice said through it's message. Deon didn't need to be an expert to know where it was coming from, or who it was coming from.

Deon ran back into his rooms to grab an old suit that he had salvaged over the course of years. Something his father should appreciate. Too years to find the right and authentic fabric and to make it fit. But he had it now. Deon took the stairs holding the nice clothes from the late 1800's to give to his guest, trying to hide the excitement he had within him.

Once in the storage level he saw the one thing he had been waiting for his entire life. Ever since he was turned he wanted to meet him. When he heard of his death he mourned for years, when he recovered his remains he felt so much relief that he prepared operations to overthrow the human race even before the original Night Wars. "Father." Deon stood in shock for a moment. Then doing the one thing he knew how to do, take orders. He knelled before him, and awaited his next mission.

Kathryn Miller

Kathryn stood by as the other vampire tool over in trying to save her father. Though he had already lost a lot of blood. Even vampires could bleed out. At first it seemed turning him was working, he started waking up. Soon screaming in pain as his heart failed to keep up with the transformation and soon quit. Kathryn stood in shock as her only remaining family had just passed. Now, he lay there, blood across the floor, half turned, dying part way through the process. "I... I..." She was speechless. She didn't know what to do, what to say, part of her body was telling her to cry, but she couldn't. She even wondered if vampires had the ability to cry? "D...Daddy?" She tried to speak again. barely getting out the one word. At the age of 59 years, 11 months, and 29 days, Hank Miller had passed.

[DiZL ReloadeD]

@Kurai Assassin
The infected let out a roar of anger before it again charged at Allison. With a smile on her face she let him come closer waiting for the exact moment. Enraged enemies like this infected man are easy to predict. As the he was already standing in front of her and tried to punch her, she made her move. In a quick move she cut off the arm of the infected and got behind it. While being a bit irritated about this sudden attack and its arm falling on the ground, the infected lost track of Allison for a few seconds, a few seconds too much. Before it could even turn around Allison had already decapitated it with a quick strike. She put back her machete and moved over to the car as she heard Ashleys voice through the radio.
"This is Hunter Actual to any SOLDIER operatives on this frequency. If your reading this radio transmission please reply back with the appropriate code word." Allison actually didn't know the codeword and she couldn't remember if they ever told it her or if she simply forgot it. "It's about time you guys show up! Be careful when you touch down, someone used a Biological or Chemical weapon. I haven't seen anything like this before so I can't really tell you much about it. Regarding pick up, head for the highway and I'd appreciate if you show up before more of those infected do!"

[BlackPanther]

@Ojo chan 42
Vladimir looked at the card given to him and managed to get it into his pocket when his dinosaur of a phone buzzed. Soldier knew Vlad did not have the tech that other agents did...mostly because he was prone to breaking them or simply not using them. In his haze he managed to type back the code and warm them...telling them not to get him. That he would go to a base once he was better.

He then slowly refocused on her. He was managing to fight the haze enough to concentrate and well...not eat the reporter. "some sort of airborne disease was spread...those infected seemed to become...zombie like with vampire tendencies." he closed his eyes for a moment and worked on focusing. "I don't know how much else I can tell you...since I'm not sure how much soldier wants to remain classified for the situation"

he moved to put more distance as his instincts became worse. His eyes fixated on that ribbon concealing her throat. "I am about to lose a battle that I've fought for a very long time. I would recommend walking away slowly...I will follow you to the van. Once I'm there...make sure to remain calm" his eyes were slowly being consumed by the red. The never ending thirst was consuming him. "Do not run. As soon as you run...I will lose completly" he had a large amount of self control, but with the healing he had to do and the mental strain from earlier his body wanted sustenance and he had given his syringe that was on him to Liam.

[Ojo chan 42]

Sasha O'neill

Sasha sighed frustrated as she kicked the ground.

''airborne virus, dammit'' She cursed frustrated. This meant she coud not go any further without endangering herself. First rule of warzone reporting, your own safety always first. She grabbed her WT and contacted Jean.

'''Jean, we have a problem. It seems I cannot go any further without endangerin myself appearantly we have a airborne virus on our heels that turns the infected into zombie like creatures with vampire traits, OVER''

'' I saw something like that yes, I send my drone into the quarantine zone. I got some footage, but it got shot down by someone, OVER'' Jean said frustrated. That drone was private property of him, he loved to work with the thing for you could see a lot from a different perspective.

''Thats a shame, I will go back to your position. Are you still at our starting location?, OVER'' Sasha asked still looking at Vladimir. She knew she was in danger, and a lot of it.

'' Also, clear the backseat will you. I am coming over with the vampire I mentioned before. He needs a ride out of this mess, OVER''

''Alright, I will prep for leaving this place soon, see you in a bit, OVER'' Jean said and Sasha hooked the WT back on her belt.

She looked into Vladimir's eyes. they had lost their beautifull grey collour and had turned into a pair of bloody red orbs. As he instructed she calmy and slowly walked back into the direction she had come from before. He followd and soon she came by the fence she had climbed over before. She climbed over it with some trouble for she could not make some speed in order to get a higher start. Sasha did not wanted to risk a thing. When she jumped off it howeve, her stockings decided to tempt fate as it hooked behind a loos piece of fence,pulling a tear in the thin fabrick.

She almost fell down but luckely found her balance, making a landing unscratched and well.

''ahaha, I am sorry. Next time I am not wearing my dress to this kind of work'' She said apologizing.

@BlackPanther

[Wraithblade6]

The blackness of the air around them thickened as Bedivere cut most of the light out of it, a preparation of his own defense should the need arise. Mithias kept his eyes on the old knight, fearing nothing but the misinterpretation of his curt composure as anything other than the necessary obfuscation of their true bond. Bedivere chided him nonetheless, as if he were more than fed up with Mithias' public discretion. If only he knew how much Mithias had also wanted to throw the facade aside and watch it burn. Yet Mithias did not speak. Only his unwavering fixation until Bedivere stopped speaking relayed his true feelings, dedication.

The fact London had been hit with... whatever the hell had killed all the humans around here, was enough to stir up the reclusive guardian of the isle. A massive scale attack like this was going to have serious repercussions. Mithias could only begin to imagine the degree of control Bedivere had lost in the capitol of his nation. Certainly, that was where his present fury came from, and Mithias just as certainly had to help him recapture it. But first, he would have to regain his own footing.

Against all his belief, Soldier was lost to him. The machine he had built in the defense of peace had devolved into the enemy he had been fighting all his life. It was a devastating reality, and it meant that he had to start all over again, if he survived.

Shock perpetuated his silence. Concern and disbelief crossed his countenance as Mithias accepted the news and the spotless white jacket from his gallant rescuer. Much to Bedivere's approval, he put it on, carefully avoiding marring the outside with blood and grime, and then he realized, he couldn't touch the buttons with his dirty fingertips. Lucan immediately obliged, instinctively knowing what his master wanted. Mithias looked back at Bedivere as the suit was buttoned down his front. ... a mirror fit. Perhaps it was a touch more loose around the chest to a vampire with a scrutinizing eye for tailorship, but the boy could use a shirt and a meal... They both savored the moment.

Time it was to depart. Mithias could have sworn he felt something in his psychic perception. Did Bedivere just say Carfax? ... Dracula's castle? .... oh. ...what? Really??!

The sound of the raven's wings were quickly fading as Mithias and Lucan left Kate and Liam behind them. Vladimir had dashed off to hell knows where.

The vampiress in the blue dress, Kathryn, was crying over a dead body, and with or without supernatural senses, Mithias knew that the man beneath her could only have been the father she had talked about. There was another, childlike, white-haired vampire girl beside her who didn't seem at all to be mourning, yet she wasn't actively trying to kill anyone at the present moment. He ignored her as he placed a hand on Kathryn's shoulder. "I'm sorry." After a few moments, Mithias gave an order to his thrall. "Lucan, get us a car. We're going home, and not to Soldier. We're avoiding them. I have another place." He looked down at the weeping fledgling. "Do you want to come with me, Kathryn?"

-----

Once clothed, the beast that was Dracula looked less like a brittle corpse painfully forced to walk on raw bone and more like a nightmare that could speak. But what spoke even more was the aura of dread that struck the heart at the sight of him. An irrational sensation rose up unexplained, screaming beyond all denial that this was truly something wicked, this shouldn't exist in the normal world, this... was Satan incarnate. A swarm of red-eyes rats circled around Him and Deon, confirming the presence of The Master with their high-pitched chatter. Deon couldn't have been more elated or have thrown himself more down at his grandfather's feet. Dracula was weak, yes, but had been dead for nearly 300 years. Threehundred years! No vampire had ever, EVER... returned from its own ashes. That alone was testament enough as to why Dracula should be intensely feared. His was the bloodline that would dominate the Earth.

-----

Sometime later, a young courier boy delivers a paper letter addressed to an unrecognized name.

"To my dear comrade, marshal of my forces, and steward of my castle, Lord Bedivere. It has been a long time. I pray this letter finds you well. If it is not clear by now, then it pleases me to inform you of my return. I trust that you, in your wisdom and foresight, have over the centuries maintained what is mine. My servants will be returning to Castle Carfax to prepare for my arrival. I expect you will allow them to do so. Wither away no more, lonely knight, for if you implore me with your most earnest request, I will finally bring an end to your suffering. I look forward to our next meeting. -Dracula."

[Kurai Assassin]

Sgt Ashley Harper | NYC

The radio sparked to life as Allisons voice played through it. "Allison. Were en route to your location. stay where you are" she said back into the radio.

Her squad made their way to Allison pretty quickly by tracking her radio piece. Ashley made her way to the front of her team to approach Allison. She embraced her and then stepped back. "Oh my god, i thought you'd been hit by it. What happened here"

[DiZL ReloadeD]

While the man in the car was still really shocked from the recent events, Allison looked as calm and serious as ever. Whatever that thing was, it took quite some hits. It could have been a vampire, but.. I am pretty sure that it was something different. Probably because of that chemical weapon? I hope there is an antidote or something like that, don't wanna end up like that guy. She leaned against the car next to the car door where the man sat. While they waited for the pick up Allison decided that she'd have a smoke until they arrived, she held the packet of cigarettes out to the man, offering him one as well. Accepting her offer he reached for one of the cigarettes with shaky hands. While she put the packet back, the man lit his cigarette and took a big pull to hopefully calm down. Then he looked at Allison and asked "H-how can you be so calm?".

After a few moments Allison replied, gazing into the distance. "Apparently things like that are part of my job. I can't tell you everything, but I'll just leave out the sensitive topics. I've been a gun for hire for a long time now, at one point I worked for Soldier until I got back to the mercenary business again and right now I have a contract with them again. We were tracking down a target but this dirty bomb kinda fucked everything up. However you could say that contract isn't really 'stable' at the moment, since the man I was assigned to disappeared. They say it was an explosion but you can never be sure until you confirm it yourself..."
"Soo you're... a Dove?"
"A what?"
"A Dove. You know, those that make sure that the Blood Compact is being adhered to."
"Hmm, yes you could say so, a Dove... but to be honest, there isn't much difference to my previous jobs."

@Kurai Assassin
Just as they finished their conversation Ashley and her team appeared. Ashley who made her way to the front stepped forward and embraced Allison, before she could even react. "H-hey now, thats a bit too close. It's alright I am fine." After Ashley let go and stepped back she asked Allison what happened. Who sighed before she replied "I am gonna give you the short version since this is an emergency and time is something we have not."

"I was out with Mattias, trying to track down our target. Then a bomb went off somewhere and a weird black mist embraced the whole city. It seems like some kind of Biological weapon I have never seen before. Luckily I found this guy with his car which was offering us enough protection. By the time the mist cleared up but I don't know if it's gone for good or not. I haven't had mine with me this time, that bomb was bound to happen. But whatever, we were trying to keep moving but we ran out of fuel and then-" Allison paused and pointed at the corpse of the infected she'd taken care of previously. "This guy appeared and started attacking us, it wasn't like the first infected I met. This one didn't care if I shot him, he kept going until I decapitated him. This pretty much sums it up."

The virus wasn't that effective anymore, but Allison had breathed in some of it in it's weakened state. She was begining to feel a little sick, but she didn't say anything yet since it was only a little.

[BlackPanther]

@Ojo chan 42
Vladimir followed, occasionally twitching as he continued to resist. When they came to the fence he watched her get over and tear the thin fabric of her stockings. He gave a chuckle, but it sounded harsh...almost forced. He claimed the fence next and hopped down.

He turned to face her. "no need to apologize. I doubt you would have known you'd be hopping fences" he swallowed and tilted his head. "Shall we continue onward?" he was honestly surprised at himself for not attacking the blood source in front of him. He could tell however, that if he did snap he would end up killing her. He couldn't let himself do that.

[Ojo chan 42]

Sasha O'neill & Jean Belair

''Yeah, me and my partner rushed here the moment we heard about the attack. I really did not have the time to change'' Sasha laughed. She continued hr walk down the route she had came used to come her. Only she remembered that somewhere on the way there was this huge crowd so she had to navigate around that somehow.

''How are you holding out like that? it must take a lot of self control to stay like that. I remember that a friend of mine got bloodlust and she snapped immediatly. We had to drag her away from her boyfriend whom she was targeting, geez that was such a drag, luckely some other vampire's were there to hold her back'' Sasha rambled, trying to break the akward silence as well trying to get Vladimir's mind on somehting else by striking up an conversation.

''but then again she was a very young vampire, 50 years or so, I guess you are a bit older than that...'' She said as she got a visual on Jean's Mercedes. Jean sat in his car when he saw Sasha walk towards them and he stepped out. He widened his eye's at the sight of Vladimir behind Sasha and he immediatly pulled his own gun.

''Sasha are you nuts, that vampire is thirsting and not a little bit as well. He is worser than Sabriye back then'' Jean said as he aimed, squeezing one eye close. Like hell he was gong to allow a vampire in his car when the vamp in question was in that state. Sasha on the other hand had other plans as she stepped infront of Vladimir.

''alright, no need to pull that gun. I know he is lusting for blood right now but we stroke a deal. He gave me some information and we drop him somewhere with no humans and lots of animals'' She said and Jean sighed. He ruffed his hand through his hair frustrated as he lowered the gun.

''alright, Sasha. Step inside the car then. And you, mister...'' ''Vladimir'' Sasha filled in the name''Right, Vladimir. You can sit in the passenger seat besides me'' Jean said while tucking away his gun in the holster. Jean stepped behind the weel as Sasha took the back seat.

''Hey Jean, no need to br on your tiptoes right now. I believe he is from SOLDIER'' Sasha said as Jeans face turned to a pale white. That was the last he needed right now, someone from SOLDIER. He could just pray that Vladimir would not recognize him from anything.
@BlackPanther

[Shoe Thief]

Kathryn Miller

Kathryn knelled over her dead father. His lifeless body, now emotionless. Then Mithias spoke. "Do you want to come with me, Kathryn?" She was speechless for a moment. Unaware of what to say. "yes... and I want to learn to fight... I want to avenge my father... I want... Deon, Fucking, Erickson to burn a hundred times over before his death..." She stood up to face Mithias, and she looked him dead in the eyes. "I want to make that bastard Suffer. I want him to hurt like I am hurting now... I... want to take everything from him. Like he has from me." Kathryn didn't know it yet, but anyone who knew Hank, knew that Kathryn was just beginning to follow the path of her Father.

Deon Erickson

Rats filled the room, hundreds of them, no thousands of them! And Deon felt right at home. He was ready for it all. The second Nightwar was beginning, and his father would be the one to have it done. "Much has happened since your unfortunate death. Before your reincarnation, Mortals have advanced, they can now travel the world in mere hours instead of weeks. They can send explosives from across the world in minutes, they have been into the depths of space, they have developed weaponry that gives some humans enough edge to challenge us... Father... We are in our most fragile state in history. Our most recent attempts at putting mortals in their place... has failed... " Deon didn't want to admit his familiar in front of his father, but he had to. He needed to know everything. "The Mortal population has reached over seven billion now... we are struggling with a few tens of thousands if my numbers are correct. Most of us are in deep hiding. We no longer have the element of surprise. Father... So much has changed... And I will be here to assist you in any way possible in getting use to the new world, and taking it back from the mortals who have soiled it!"

Deon was ready to prove himself, so far a lot of his plans have backfired, but the most important one has not. "We need to leave Father, I have our transportation waiting for us on the roof of this structure. It will take us to one of my back up facilities where we can plot out next move." Deon stood now. Facing his father. Standing at 6'5", he did what he could to not act intimidating to his father. Trying to prove his worthiness. "This facility is compromised, and you still need to recover before the fighting, and I need a bit more time then we have so I can heal before I can fight."

[BlackPanther]

@Ojo chan 42
Vladimir focused on following her. He listened to her speak about not being able to change and gave a slight chuckle. "Bloodthirsty reporter comes to mind." the statement was meant to be a jest...not insulting. Though Vladimir is known to make the mistake of combining jest and insult and get into trouble.

He tilted his head as she spoke of someone else who had blood list. "Part of her problem would be looking at humans as a food source. That and not having a back up supply in case...in case this happens" his voice sounded more and more soothing...the predator peeking out. He chuckled at the age comment. "A couple decades older....I stopped counting after awhile." he saw the vehicle and the man and worked on inhaling through his mouth.

When a gun was pointed at him he did not even flinch. He simply crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. he watched Sasha step in front of him and get the guy to lower his gun. He silently thanked her for defusing the situation before he snapped and....something unpleasant happened. He made his way inside the car on tha passenger side and felt a tad uncomfortable. This car had some iron in the metal...that should definitly insure he doesn't bust out. He strapped on the seatbelt as a thin measure to help prevent lunging.

He vaguely heard Sasha tell Jean that he was a part of soldier when his head slowly turned to face the man. A low growl echoed from his throat. "Whatever you are afraid of...I would recommened getting over it. A sped up heart makes you seem very...edible" he inhaled and in an effort to distract his brain quickly put a hand on the side and exposed some of the frame he then put his hand on it and growled as his hand began to smoke and sizzle. Wincing he removed his hand after a few moments and breathed heavily. That helped...and hopefully increased the time before he tried to eat one of them.

[Wraithblade6]

@Remipa Awesome

The swirling of the rats seemed to die down as they calmed and gradually dispersed. Dracula was listening to his ambitious descendent with an unchanging fanged grimmace. The long black hair that framed his malicious blood-covered jaws was messy and touched with grey. Sunken cheeks and a hint of stubble accentuated the gauntness of his face as he stared down his child with his radiating red eyes. Even hunched from weakness, one couldn't miss the breadth of his shoulders, the long legs, and arms that ended in claws... Dracula was a formidable size himself. Had he been standing at full height, he would certainly have compared to Deon. Had his frail frame been filled out with flesh, the thought of intimidation wouldn't even be possible.

Without hesitation, the unspoken king of vampires reached out and placed a hand on Deon's shoulder. "Fear not, my faithful descendent. I have returned from my long slumber in the icy grip of death, and I will undo the failings of our weaker breathren." He looked to the rats and a few bats that flittered silently overhead in the darkness. "My servants have told me a great deal, and I already know far more than you realize. Take me to this lair you have prepared, and be swift, for I have no desire to battle the blazing light of dawn so soon after waking."

Dracula began walking toward the stairwell, tendrils of mist forming around his feet as if power itself were drawn to him. He was incredibly agile for an old, dead guy and moved with some unexpected speed. He wanted what was his, and it was his exorbitant desire that drove his steps and compelled him forward. Lust, greed, and entitled avarice braced his will and made it iron. He was the kind of being who's spirit would break you if his physical strength failed to do so. So insane was his drive.

Visions of the world he would shape with his own armies and blood formed in his eyes. "We will garner our forces and grow our power in darkness before our enemies can even suspect what is coming for them. The war was never over, Deon. Only now can it be finished properly. Our enemies have grown complacent and fat and will stand no chance against us, against ME. But for now, until the moment is right, it is time for us to return to the old ways, the natural ways. We are the night. We are darkness itself. We will return to the masquerade and by stealth and cunning will we slit the giant's throat!" Dracula raked the air into his fist and nearly growled the last words.

The two escaped to an unknown location.

[Wraithblade6]

@Remipa Awesome@The Grey Dust

Mithias met Kathryn's determined gaze. He placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded at her understandingly. How different her turning had been, he mused in that brief moment. So tragic, compared to his. Yet he knew what it was to have family threatened, to lose loved ones to the corrupt and powerful. Like her, he too had been moved by hate and pain and had used what he had been given for his own agenda, for revenge. Yet afterward, he found that there was something more, something that had made vengeance dwindle in comparison to its importance. Almost innately after his rebirth, Mithias had realized that his vampiric gifts could be used to protect. He wondered if Kathryn would be able to find such purpose. Vengeance and anger drove her now, but would Kathryn have anything else to live for when was over?

Neither of them looked back down at Hank's body. "I hope to give you that chance, my friend, and I hope that when it is over, you will find others to fight for as well. Now come. Let the dead bury the dead. We have precious hours before dawn. Lucan!" Mithias looked around for his fastly-becoming-useful thrall.

Mithias looked at the poor, sleep-deprived boy who came to his call and decided he would do the driving himself tonight. "Lucan, find us a car. Did Soldier train you how to jack a..." The vampire raised an eyebrow as Lucan took off before he could finish his sentence. Apparently, he already had a car.

The driver's side window was smashed in, but it ran well, had some gas, and looked bland enough to blend in. It also coincidentally had cup holders. Mithias shrugged. "Very well." They got in, and Mithias got on a highway and killed the lights. 4am was pretty empty on rt 17 going north, and the tank was getting low. This far north hadn't been affected by the zombie plague, yet, so late night/early-AM stations were open with minimal staff. Kathryn was in the passenger seat and Lucan lay across the back. Mithias flipped the lights on a short distance away so as not to look suspicious and pulled into a lone station off an exit ramp in the sticks. Stark white electric light blared down from under the roof over the pumps.

Mithias glared intently through the windshield. One guy... two guys, one of them much younger, Indian heritage. Mithias asked, and Lucan didn't have much cash. One cheap camera above the window on the outside of the place...

"Stand by the pump and get ready to fill her up. I'll get the pump activated." Mithias gave no orders to Kathryn as he stepped out of the car and walked to the associated quickmart. The attendant on duty was visible through a pane of glass between a Newport poster and a stack of NY Lotto game cards. He seemed to be standing at the counter, talking with the man in the white suit jacket, and then his entire body vanished over the counter.

The noise was brief, but no screams were heard, and nobody came running out of the building. Lucan stood by the open fuel intake as directed for at least a full minute before he saw the words, "Begin fueling," flash on the screen. The building was silent, with no motion inside, as the fuel loudly coursed through the hose. Lords knows what might have been going through Kathryn's mind in that moment. Mithias came walking out with a paper bag under his arm.

The door shut beside the dark haired vampire and Lucan scrambled to screw the fuel cap on and dive into the back seat again. Mithias glanced at Kathryn with a curious expression as he shifted in reverse, looking much better off than he was 5 minutes ago. "Hm? Of course I left them alive, Kathryn." He reassured her. "I can't very well walk into a blood bank or a sanctuary and not blow our cover. Besides, they practically brand a barcode onto every vampire that passes through nowadays. And speaking of which, Lucan... Take this." It was a bag of cash, just a few hundred dollars. "We need to get you something to eat, and I can't have you identifying yourself with a credit card. We'll make another stop in the next hour."

Day was breaking, and there was still several hours drive into the northern mountains of NY.