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...They were stopped at the door by a rather....unsettling altercation.

[color=ed1c24]~"Camille stop!  It's close...."~[/color] Rebecca said to the her servant at the door, her eyebrows furrowing, nostrils flaring at that all too familiar scent, that arid mist of iron....blood.  Twas a scent that indeed tempted her, but she was swift to repress her animalistic urge, just as she was to catch on to the presence nearby before it fleeted from her aura.  She knew what it was alright, and she would not let it escape her grasp.  [color=ed1c24]~"We need to hurry!  It's moving south, towards the wetlands!"![/color]  But...why would it go there she wondered.  No time.  She had to find that bastard creature before it killed again.

[color=6ecff6]"Wha-?  Mistress, what is it?"[/color]  Cammie shuffled behind her quickly, trying to keep up with Rebecca briskly pacing down the hall.  [color=6ecff6]"Mistress?"[/color]  She called, but to no avail did Rebecca reply.  It had to be serious then.  If Cammie knew one thing, it was how determined to kill her mistress became when a vampire was near.   She was breathing hard, every exhale the woman felt as hot as the scathing flames of the dark abyss, and her eyes...the whites darkening with shadows of malice.

Out into the parking lot they made it, climbing into Rebecca's car and speeding off with a screech of the tires onto the main highway.  The scent, it was beginning to fade, yet enough of it remained for a viable trail, a trail that would lead the duo of huntresses away from civilization and into the unforgiving black of the badlands at night, a place...where savagery and depravity could walk hand in hand without a care.  Twas the very place Rebecca expected such grisly crimes to be carried out by the damned creatures of hell...or anyone else for that particular matter.  Even a human could be just as vicious as a vampire.  Why not ask the annals of criminal history?

The long and seemingly endless drive down the stretch of paved highway snaking around and cutting through the dark countryside ended as she pulled her vehicle into a grassy meadow, killing the ignition and quickly unbuckling herself, Camille doing the same.  [color=ed1c24]~"Here."~[/color]  She said to the blue haired girl, pulling from her jacket a small but deadly Beretta 92fs Inox and handing it to her.  [color=ed1c24]~"You still know how to shoot, right sweetie?"~[/color]

Camille gave a slight nod, hastily but hesitantly accepting the loaded firearm handed to her, Rebecca explaining, [color=ed1c24]~"A bullet works just as well as a stake to the heart, especially ones made from the melted down silver cross of St. Thomas."~[/color]  A rather confident smirk she gave but returned to her serious demeanor.  [color=ed1c24]~"Camille, no matter what happens, I want you to stay behind me.  Understand?"~[/color]

Again, but with a soft frown, Camille nodded agreeing.  Rebecca gave the girl a small kiss on the lips and reached into the glovebox of the car, snatching up her own Beretta and a small flashlight.  [color=ed1c24]~"Be on your guard."~[/color]  She uttered and out into the night they ventured...in search of whatever lurked beyond the thick veil of black.