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[b][color=f26522]Sasha O'Neill[/color] [color=fff200]&[/color] [color=00a99d]Jean Belair[/color] [color=fff200]&[/color] [color=00a651]Rick Hoover[/color][/b]

[color=00a99d][b]Jean Belair[/b][/color]

Jean frowned as he read over the pages written in Sasha's neat handwriting. The curly letters seemed to dance elegantly over the paper as she wrote down her questions, and her awnsers. He did not knew why sasha had choosen not to publish this. It would have made for a intresting article. But perhaps Sasha's kind side prevented her from publishing this. She cpuld write down and publish a lot of things. She dared to do so and had the spine to work through it al, but the moment Sasha felt a emotion like friendship or compassion towards the person she was interviewing they cpuld influence her, just a bit. Maybe enough for her to decide not to publish the piece.

[color=00abeing99d]" alright, then lets find miss angelica then"[/color] Jean said before taking out his phone. He texted Sasha.

[i][color=00a99d]' Lassy, things are going to take a bit longer than I forsaw before. Grant wished to persue Miss Angelica immediately and I decided to stick with the kid. Cannot leave him alone right now, how is the situation on your side. Any new development?'[/color][/i]

On the sofa Sasha sat silently listening and processing the information that was spilled all over the place. She felt her phonw vibrae and picked up her device. No one seemed to pay attention to her anyway. After all she was but a insignificant human being, she was probably next to worthless in the eeye' of these elder vampire's who seemed to develop a plan.
[i][color=f26522]' okay, will await your next update. As for me, Mitthias walked into this house. Going to try and intervieuw him, or at least pull some information out of him. Also we know who dropped the bomb on new york. Apparently my niece in law did. My cousin Rick married a vampiress named Nora Baker, also Rick has turned to vampire as well. Awaiting further updates'[/color][/i]

Jean read the message and held up his phone to Grant so he could read the text.
[color=00a99d]"seems quite bussy on the other side."[/color]

As Sasha looked up from her phone she noticed the ball of pure white fluff sitring infront of her. The air felt different from before, tense and dangerous. Her hand slid into the white fur of Vladimir as she properly sat on the couch. Her fingers scratched Vladimir behind his ear, Sasha hoped it would calm him down for a bit. She did not wanted to see another fight today.
[color=f26522]"am I that useless that I am not even mentioned in the planning"[/color] She said with a sad yet devilish smile. 
[color=f26522]" just like each of you I as well do not wish to see a night war happening. I have vampire friends and human friends alike. So if I can be usefull in any way I wish to help as well" [/color] the young woman spoke, her green eye's had a little bit of fire within them. Her hand reached to the back of her corset and she pulled out a kukri knife, still in his sheath.

Jonathan Harker's kukri knife

[color=f26522]"Nora, Vlad I persume you both recognize this blade? I do not know where its brothers are. The cross of van Hellsing and the bowie knife of Morris. But here we have at least one of the weapons that killed dracula before, right here in our middle"[/color]