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One had to wonder what all of this was about. Why were there so many roadblocks comprised of titanic armored vehicles and sentries clad in plate and mail, brandishing weapons that were nothing more but the absolute bane of the undead? Why was it that when the woman peered towards the sky, it was glowing red with helicopters and other implements of aerial combat screaming and thundering through the charred scented air? Why was it that Kilo Point had soon become...a mirror image of the apocalypse? Twas simple, a rather concise conclusion...but indeed a harrowing one. It...had..begun. She was well aware she was speeding into danger, possibly into her own ill-fatal demise, but Rebecca's vehicle continued to storm across the highway and soon she was met with the visage of chaos, houses and buildings lit the night sky ablaze with a fury as they collapsed and smoldered into glowing cinders and cast flames high into the air to defy even the gods. The telltale clatter of distant gunfire and rumble of the bombs falling emanated commingling with the frail cries and shrieks of horror of several mortals and lesser beings caught in the swirling, torrential maelstrom of death and destruction, all desperate to escape, but some...Rebecca was sure their lives...were already forfeit. Slamming on her brakes, her car skid safely into a desolate alleyway between a few derelict and heavily damaged structures, surprisingly the sudden jarring motion not once stirring the slumbering thrall at her side. She got out, hastily tying her long, voluminous locks of crimson into a sloppily fashioned ponytail, enough to at least keep them out of her face...while she was on the prowl. "Camille, darling, it's time to awake." Her voice, though loving words it spoke of the young girl, it was stern, hardened and sharp, just as the blade she quickly summoned to her hand in a mist of darkness. "Wha...what is it, Mistress?" Camille stirred bleary, gently rubbing her eyes and stretching with a cute yawn. Rebecca, she would have relished the sight with languid eyes, but now was not the time to admire her lovely companion. "It has begun, I'm afraid. Our dallying has become a grave error. We were too late to stop it." Gravely the woman returned, her eyes already darknening over, leaving only the cold ice of her blue irises gleaming...bitterly. "Summon your weapon, Camille. War is afoot, and the slaughter is ripe for the evening. Tonight, it shall be you and me who purge this abominable curse from the world, put an end to the legacy of Nosferatu and see its damnable history burned to ashes...along with their corpses." What fire, what anger in the elder-vamp's words she spat like venom from the tongue of Eden's serpent. Camille, she had to admit as much as she loved her lady, she was rather intimidated by her at times...this was one of them. But....there was also the matter of what the words spoke. That very word again....curse. Cammie's brow furrowed a little as she stepped out of the car and dusted herself off, but nevertheless, she closed her eyes, a faint, lavender glow emitting from her hands, slowly but surely taking the form of some weapon, and soon...there it was grasped in her small clutches, a gallant-looking scythe, glinting and sparkling amidst the vermillion hues of the towering flames. "I...." She spoke, pausing a moment as her tiny fangs gnawed reluctant at her lip, reluctant at the prospect of...slaying her own kind. "I am ready, Mistress. Let's go." A short bow to show her respect and admiration and off they were, the two running at speeds that could surpass the typical mortal gait. Almost instantly, they singled out the horrid creatures running rampant, killing, raping, slaughtering without a single discretion. Rebecca...it was as though she glimpsed unto past horrors unfolding, a prospect...that only infuriated the woman all the more. Black, ethereal shadows engulfed her body, swirling and writhing around her, the dark tendrils creeping up the blade of her sword and encircling around her pale flesh, only her eyes remaining with a cerulean glare of hate. "Death to the sons of Vlad! Death to the Daughters of Lilith! And Death to the children of Cain! For tonight, sorrow shall end, and there shall be no more pain!" Her vicious war cry caught upon the pointed, jagged ears of the infernal horrors and at once their bloody stares fell upon the two women. "THE KINSLAYER!!!" They all screamed out in several resounding hellish snarls, scrambling to their feet and charging headlong. Quickly their blades went to work. Camille was the first swinging her heavy scythe into the fray with a powerful grunt, a torrent of blood and severed limbs to follow. Then, it was her mistress' turn. Rebecca wielded her sword with the utmost grace upon the battlefield, but never without her fury. She slashed, cleaved and hacked away at the ferocious undead legions clawing and gnashing their salivating fangs at her. The sights, the scents, the sounds...they only served to urge on her bloodlust.

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