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[right][sub][h2][i][color=000000]Wednesday, October 25th - 6:47PM[/color][/i][/h2][/sub][/right][hr]
[color=gray]The skies were beginning to become clear of clouds to create the perfect setting of the aftermath of a dramatic event, signifying the calm after the tragedy. The horizon above the water took on a colorful array of reds and oranges that glistened along the water, shining on top of Salem to give it a bronze glow with warm tones. As the local authorities and ambulance trucks began to move into the scene promptly, the lights of the trucks would disrupt the beauty of the sunset, and the sirens would subdue the weeping and the screams of the affected victims. The contrasting environment was the perfect backdrop for death. 

As soon as the attack was over, many people scattered about to find family and friends, while others fled the scene to retreat back to the safety of their homes. Local news broadcasters swarmed the scene to try to get information from any person that would walk by them, while the injured were being treated by as many medical EMT's that Salem could call for. Those that were deemed safe and unharmed were either selected for interview, or ordered to return back home so the scene can properly be investigated. 

While the event was very unordinary to everyone within Salem, the local authorities remained confidential about the situation, keeping the news broadcasters away from the scene so they can investigate and give a proper story to the public. But the strangeness of the event couldn't be held in as tight as the authorities would hope for, as the Salem natives told their own versions of the scene to many broadcasters. 

For the supernaturals, this meant the beginning of exposure.[/color][hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171114/b60289ce1fb10d2022c050016bc683e3.png[/img]
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[color=781E03][b]Location;[/b][/color] Washington Square
[color=781E03][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] Aimee Du'désir [sub][@Hero][/sub], '[i]Cain[/i]' [sub][@Syn][/sub], Lizzie Darcy [sub][@Dutchess Sarah][/sub], Genevieve Alleron [sub][@Alfhedil][/sub] in passing[/center][hr]
A vampire.

Ambrosia had already suspected it, but she was still shocked at his ability to nonchalantly, and effortlessly, null the affects of Aimee's compel. Although Aimee was still young and new to her vampiric life, her ability to compel was far superior than most that shared the same level of experience. This, and his mannerisms, implied that he had several years behind him, and his fearlessness within Ambrosia's presence is something that she commended him for. From this encounter, she would learn just that from him -- boldness, as well as his wordy and fraudulent comments that he coats it with. Ambrosia had to think of a plan quickly, though she felt a sense of safety given how public the area boasted. Scanning around the crowd, she spotted an EMT roll up close-by to them. With attempts to stall the situation, Ambrosia replied to his comments with a sly smirk to match his own, [color=9e0b0f]"So you know Latin? It is a common reaction, that you're having, but many, in turn, believe that it's very -- fitting, as do I."[/color] Ambrosia hesitated before continuing on with a cold tone, [color=9e0b0f]"Red [i]is[/i] my favorite color."[/color] She licked her lips lightly, revealing a sharp fang for just a second.

As the ambulance began to release a flock of EMT's, Ambrosia's eyes narrowed on one who would stop in his tracks. Continuing on with the process, he turned to them and approached Mr. Edwards with a tone of urgency, [b]"Her leg has been injured bad. Let me take her from you!"[/b]

Ambrosia turned to the EMT under her control, [color=9e0b0f]"Please take her, and see to it that she gets proper care. She was, unfortunately, bitten by one of those savage beasts."[/color]

Mr. Edwards, confused at first, willingly gave up the girl to the man before realizing Ambrosia's angle on the situation. As the EMT would run off with the girl, Ambrosia then spoke with irritation, [color=9e0b0f]"Now, Cain, perhaps you should assist the rest of the victims of the event, as we're going to make our leave."[/color]

Ambrosia glanced over to see the face of one of Salem's dexterous and adept huntresses. Although Ambrosia never got her name, her face was very memorable, but moreover, her skill-set was something that couldn't, and shouldn't, be forgotten. A quick assumption was formed in her mind, thinking that she may have been the individual that created this boon with holy reagents of some sort. Perhaps this was her nervousness resurfacing since the pain from the enchantment still lingered and grew stronger. Turning back to the situation, Ambrosia would turn to watch Cain to see what his next move would be.