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Location: Ember Grove University - Art Exposition
Time: Sunset
Interacting with: [@Tae] Maeve, [@Princess] Angel, [@masterducky] Remy
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The response of the lady with the hair of blood surprised Finn. She seemed clearly dressed for the occasion and yet she was burning down the exhibition with a cold demeanor that would make the arctic jealous. The redhead clearly wasn’t into the artwork and didn’t seem an admirer of this Alexander Drake fellow either. It clearly was a mystery why she was at this dull exhibit. Something that made Finn more interested in getting to know her.

It took a second before Finn was over his surprise and chuckled at her remarks. [color=C0ABEF]“Yeah, It’s kind of creepy that the dude painted all these paintings of sad ladies. They all look like they are kept in his basement only to be let outside, get dressed up, sit still and put back in the basement again. Sounds like a pervert now that I’m thinking about it.”[/color]

Finn paused a bit as he noticed how Alexander Drake started his little exit speech. For a moment he looked into the man’s direction and noticed how he made his way to the exit.

[color=C0ABEF]“Ha, even the man of the hour finds his own party a dull exercise.”[/color] Joked Finn as he looked at his red haired companion. [color=C0ABEF]“Maybe we should follow his example and go to a more interesting place. There are more interesting places in Ember Grove, right? I’m kinda new to town.”[/color]

But before the young woman could answer Finn’’s question the young wolf noticed that the little girl who improved one of the paintings was running towards them and called out to the girl Finn was talking to. Seriously? She’s here with her little sister? There goes his plan to go to a more interesting place with her thought Finn as he tried to hide his disappointment in the sudden appearance of the young girl.

However the child’s remarks about the weird men caught the werewolf’s attention. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned through the gallery. Three new men were posting at the door. Then there were Frick, Frack and at least the four guys who dropped some extra wine and cheese. At least nine men who were working for Alexander Drake were now at the exhibition. Somehow the mood had changed and the young wolf felt trapped. As if something bad was about to happen. Something far worse than getting cockblocked by a little sister.

 Finn closed his eyes and tapped into his inner wolf and took a deep breath through his nose. The aroma of the dead filled his nostrils. [color=C0ABEF]“Vampires”[/color] murmured the young wolf to himself. He had smelled some earlier in the evening but didn’t give it much thought. No vampire would make a move in such a crowded place. However now the realization sunk in that he had smelled Alexander Drake and his cronies.  The vampires are the hosts of this exhibit and they were up to no good.

The strain of thought of the young werewolf was interrupted as he once more heard the pleasant voice of Maeve. He quickly opened his eyes and let the yellow glow fade away, giving the woman one more good look as she made her way to the exit. Her attention and wishes for him seemed to be genuine and yet Finn could not let the feeling slip away that Maeve knew what was about to happen in this place as she walked casually to the exit.

[color=C0ABEF]“I will, don’t worry.”[/color] Shouted Finn to Maeve.  And yet their next ecnounter might not become the kind of date both had imagined when meeting earlier tonight. The fact that Maeve was on friendly terms with this Alexander Drake guy and could just simply pass his vampire cronies made Finn second guess her intentions and wondered if the lady could be trusted at all.

As Maeve left the art exhibit the three vampires posting near the exit locked the door. The four men who brought in the extra wine and cheese started to make their way towards Finn and his two companions. Finn could clearly feel their eyes piercing him. The vampires were clearly aware that he was a werewolf and were hellbent on killing him first.

Finn turned towards the little girl who ran to the redhead talking about the weird men. She was right to distrust them. They were all vampires and all the humans in this place had zero chance to survive the coming onslaught. [color=C0ABEF]“Yeah, they are out for blood kiddo. But don’t worry, I got superpowers. So better stay really close to me if you want to draw some more moustaches on these paintings later.”[/color]

Finn had barely finished his sentence or the first screams of panic echoed through the art exhibit. Chaos erupted as vampires left and right started to attack and feed upon the unsuspecting attendees. Many ran to the door, screaming of monsters only to be forced back by the three men who were posted there. Blood splattered on the walls as the vampires were murdering everyone in sight. The young wolf realized how little chance they had as he was the only one capable of fighting back.

From the corner of his eyes the young wolf noticed how the first vampire was charging toward him. A straight line of attack, Finn’s body responded near automatically, tapping into his inner wolf, raising his foot and kicking the charging vampire with all his might in the solar plexus! A scream of pain left the vampire as the air was forced from his lungs. The young wolf didn’t hesitate and grabbed the vampire's head and started to slam his knee in its face. One, two, three times. With every knee that landed, the cracking of bones could be heard as Finn was turning the face of his assailant into pudding. 

Barely had Finn tossed the first vampire away or the second one jumped him. The man was fast. To fast for the wolf to react to. With the might of a vampire Finn was smashed against the wall! From the corner of his eye, Finn could see the shiny object that was launched towards his left chest. A dagger! In a split second he would feel the sensation of a knife piercing his heart for the first and last time. Finn was sure of it. This was the moment he would die.

“Aargh!!!!” The young wolf unleashed a scream of pain as the dagger pieced his shirt and made contact with the young man’s skin. This wasn’t how he imagined getting stabbed in the heart would feel. No this sensation was different. This felt like the intense burning sensation of silver on his skin. 

From the corner of his eyes Finn saw the blade. It penetrated but had stopped before reaching his heart. No, not stopped. It was barely moving deeper into his chest even as the vampire was applying more force every second. It was like he was hitting an invisible wall. As if a magical force was protecting the young wolf. How was this possible? Did someone cast a spell on him? Had anyone here any interest in keeping him alive? Was one of the girls he spoke to at the art exhibition a witch? Was it Maeve? The redhead chick? Or maybe the little kid? He had not noticed anything strange until now.

Finn Quickly grabbed the arm of the vampire as hair started to grow all across his body. The young man’s size and shape were quickly changing as he pushed back the attacker. Finn’s hands turned into claws and his ever growing body ripped through his clothes as he shifted into his wolf form, releasing a loud howl. Quickly the large creature launched himself forward, sinking his teeth deep into the neck of the vampire, sending a fountain of blood into the air. The wolf was unleashed.