The Pursuit of Dominance

A modern day role-play about the hidden struggle for dominance between werewolves and vampires who are also being hunted by the few humans who know of their existence.

The deets about vampires and werewolves;
Vampires are still mostly unknown to humans, but are being hunted to extinction by the few who know of them. So yes, there are vampire hunters out there, but they keep their profession secret, and do not actually know of the existence of werewolves (aside from a small handful of people/hunters). The reason being that vampires feed on humans and their kills are obvious and crazed, while werewolves are happy feeding off of animals, remaining under the radar.

All the while the hunters are hunting the vampires, the werewolves and vampires are hunting each other.

Vampires can not come out in sunlight without something that's had a protection spell cast on it ( Got that from Vampire Diaries, shazam! :P ) like a ring or a necklace or something. They can be slowed/inhibited by a mixture of Kava and Valerian. A liquid can be poured into a drink or injected into their skin, or a dry mixture can be blown onto them or sprinkled into food. Blown onto them would cause their skin to burn as if they were in sunlight. Drinking enough of it would kill them, but it's usually just used as a means to capture and interrogate.

Vampires can be killed by wooden stakes to the heart, silver bullets/knives, sunlight and a werewolf bite (if an Astragalus Root mixture is not taken nearly immediately). Garlic is ineffective in every way.

Werewolves are most powerful on a full moon, but can change at any time during the night hours. In the day, they can't change, but are still stronger than humans, faster, and with heightened senses. They can be killed with any kind of bullet or weapon as they don't heal like vampires do. Aconitum, or Wolfsbane acts to them the same way the Kava and Valerian extract would work on a vampire.

Witches/wiccans can cast spells and do other things of the sort. There can only be two in our story, one male and one female. They can do anything you would like them to do, but remember there is no God modding, so leave your spells and such open to change. Other characters will be able to deter them in some way or another should they choose to do so.

Your humans can't have any special powers, though can be formidable opponents with weapons.

You are limited to two characters each, and the role-play only has a limited number of spots. Probably twelve. Each character needs to be different, no two people can have a similar character. Meaning, one male human, one male human hunter, etc. I will make exceptions for vampires and werewolves, but you could also bring in small and temporary side characters at will without permission or profile.


Character spots that still need filled/will be accepted:
We are not currently accepting any newcomers. Thanks!


If you have any further questions about this world, as there are probably things left un-noted, don't hesitate to ask! :)


--Rules--
-Follow Menewsha rules and TOS first and foremost.
-To join, PM me the profile with the subject line "I will follow the rules" and wait for an approval to begin, do not post profiles here.
-Romance and violence are strongly encouraged, but keep it PG-13.
-You must be at least semi-literate for this thread and post in paragraphs, with capitalization, punctuation, etc. No one is perfect, I frequently make mistakes, but this isn't a text message.
-No God-modding.
-Your character needs to be diverse. Read over profiles that have already been established to be sure your character/s are different from the others. Also keep in mind that if we have too many of one gender already, you will be turned away until we can close the gender gap.
-I don't expect you to post all day everyday as I will be gone from time to time as well, but please keep in mind that I will summon you if you've been gone too long. You need to post at least once every other day or so.
-Please keep OOC in the role-play to a minimum, if you feel you need to have a conversation, take it to the OOC Thread linked below.
-I reserve the right to deny anyone. I also reserve the right to remove you from the role-play if I see fit and to revise the rules at any time I see fit.
;)

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Accepted Character Profiles:

Kya Katsumi

Charlotte Greene

I am a human.

‡ People call me Charlotte, Charlie or Charles.
‡ I am 24 years old.
‡ I am female.
‡ I prefer male companionship.

‡ My story;

Charlotte was abandoned as a small toddler, left one dark night at the doorstep of an orphanage. Her parents were both vampire hunters, it'd been how they met. Unfortunately, despite their best efforts and their immense love for Charlotte, their lifestyle was too dangerous and they could no longer bear risking young Charlotte's life. Charlotte doesn't remember them sadly. As a child she had flicks of memories, but they've only faded as time has added new memories.

When she was old enough to work, she got a job at a local coffee shop where she met the owner's son, Hudson, who she soon married. Ironically enough, despite her parent's best efforts to shelter her from the lifestyle, Hudson was also a vampire hunter, though he kept it a secret from Charlotte. Eight months ago they discovered that Hud had an aggressive cancer and didn't have long to live. Four months ago Hud passed away. Charlotte still doesn't know of Hud's true profession as he was sure to hide it well to protect her as best he could.

Had it not been for Charlotte's current boss, a vampire hunter, she wouldn't be here today. On the verge of giving up, he offered her a job in this crazy unknown world as a sort of vampire, bait. In her reckless state, she accepted the job. Her innocent and beautiful appearance and immense depression attract vampires to her like bugs to light.

She has long soft blonde hair and dark olive green colored eyes. Her skin is pale and silky. When she smiles, she has one dimple on her left cheek. She is thin but not the most fit person you'd meet. Since her husband's passing she's been a woman a few and rather quiet words, until she's in character. When she's being used to draw out vampires she can be quite boisterous and flirty. Charlotte understands that one day her profession will more than likely be her end, but she doesn't care with nothing left here to live for. Why not help the one person who helped her to rid the planet of these creatures?

PapillonCameo

Clyde

I am a werewolf.

‡ People call me Clyde.
‡ I am 23 years old.
‡ I am male
‡ I don't really know what I prefer in a partner.
‡ I can turn into a wolf

‡ My story;

At first, there was nothing at all to set him apart from any other kid on the playground. Clyde didn't even know what his father was, or even who he was for that matter. All his mother would say was that though they had loved each other dearly, circumstances had made it impossible for them.

It sounded like Romeo and Juliet, a fact which made the young man turn to Shakespeare in high school for solace. When he turned fifteen, the accident happened. It was the night of the full moon when a few 'friends' wandered into his hotel room on a school trip.

Nothing could ever be the same for any of them after Clyde changed into an angered wolf for the first time. He was sent to his father after that, and did his best to find a way to gentle the beast within. Theater and dance became his life, even within the pack. The chance to turn himself into anyone was too good to pass up, from the makeup to hide his face and decorate his skin, to the clothing which could transform him completely, Clyde used it all to tame what he'd become.

Staria

*I dress this way to hide my breasts and other curves so even at 5’7” I have a very childlike, innocent appearance.
Dahlia Dunstan

I am a Vampire.

‡ People call me Dahlia, DeeDee, or Lia . Among vampires and other dark beings I am often called the ‘ghost princess’ and other spirit based titles.
‡ I appear 16-18 years old, but am one of the oldest living vampires.
‡ I am female.
‡ I like all genders.
‡ I can use all the normal vampire abilities as well as wield that which they fear, fire, light, and healing. I am immune to sunlight due to these powers, can heal others(ironically save for the undead, on whom it causes wounds) and am able to appear invisible or create illusions through bending the light around me. Due to this power of invisibility as well as my ability to move silently many of my kind call me the 'ghost princess'. I can also manipulate fire and form light into physical forms.

‡ My story;

Long ago in a small English village a mysterious man arrived when I was sixteen. Shortly after children began disappearing. One was my little sister and I followed. The man was a vampire and turning the children, driving them insane with unspeakable acts. He snapped my sister’s neck and turned on me. He moved so quick I didn’t even see his hand move until it was in my chest with his fingers around my heart. I fainted.

When I awoke another man stood over me. He explained he had turned me to save me and killed the other vampire for his crimes against children. He didn’t seemed concerned with much but the fact the dead vampire had turned the children, apparently a great crime in the vampire world for its danger. He soon taught me his ways and remains to this day the one person I’ll obey. I have crafted a reputation of being unpredictable.

Staria

Valencia Kaleo

I am a Wiccan .

‡ People call me Val or Valia.
‡ I am 29 years old.
‡ I am female.
‡ I like males and females I don't discriminate
‡ I can cast many spells with the power of my voice. I tend to use latin phrases of one to three words and hand gestures. My favorite element is wind, ice, and lightening. The silver eyed storm witch many have called me.

‡ My story;

Ten years ago when I was 19 years old my mentor William Barrett was killed by a werewolf. I knew he was too powerful to die so simply, at least in that place where he was surrounded by the power of the earth in its most sacred form. I threw myself into the dark, secret world beneath the known world then, determined to find out the truth… and track down the animal that killed him. I play all sides, not caring where the information I seek comes from. I have little interest in politics or vampires.

I currently own a shop called Candlelight which sells mainly candles with a section that also has crystals and other items in their mundane forms. Most unknowing humans use it as a place to buy pretty decorations and sweet smelling, homemade candles. Witches use it as a supply store, while non-human beings tend to use it as a place to contact me or purchase my services. When you can create items that allow a vampire to walk in daylight they tend to find you.

Kiyoto

Kaonashi

I am a Demon.

‡ People call me Kaonashi, The Faceless One.
‡ I am 109 years old.
‡ I am male.
‡ I prefer males and females I don't discriminate.
‡ I can change my appearance. My true face has been a mystery to people for years along with my true name. I have the ability to draw in the life force of others, which keeps me young and alive. I have the ability to create beasts out of other objects, or control already existing beasts. I am able to place myself in any of my creations or beasts, unfortunatly when I do, my own body is left vulnerable, and if the item is destroyed, I am sent back to my own. I am able to still use my demonic energy and power in various ways, while I am in these forms however.

‡ My story;

In many areas, tales of the faceless one have been passed down for generations. People say he lives in an old mansion in the forest. Tales of his powerful magic have brought fear to many, causing them to avoid contact with him. They fear him most for the tales that he would steal not only their soul, but their face as well if they crossed him. fact mixed with fiction long ago, and now no one knows what is real with him anymore.....Heh I have always been ammused by these tales, and with the people who believe in them, or seek the truth. I invite any who dares to try and find out..it just may be the worst mistake you ever make though.

Kiyoto

Kohaku Sayuri

I am a human.

‡ People call me Kohaku, Haku.
‡ I am 18 years old.
‡ I am male.
‡ I prefer males and females I don't discriminate.

‡ My story;

I was born into an average family, I cant say much bad about my bring up. It was as everything has been for me...average. I go to school, do homework, and chores..nothing out of the ordinary. I have always wished for something different. I hate my life being just ordinary. People think I'm strange, for having an intrest in the supernatural. I have a talent for writing, so I tend to keep a little black book with me at all times in my bag. I am always out at night, going to creepy places and doing weird things in their opinion. People by now think I have no fear in me.

I like the odd and the strange, I like things others would fing gross or scary. I am also constantly reading, which helps with my writing. I have been known for getting into danger, and I am sure my parents worry about me. I am a senior in school, and can not wait to get out of my average little town. I would give anything to get out of here and live something that is anything but..average. I have a big mind and a bigger heart, I am usually up for anything, and can handle a lot. The rest about me, you will have to discover for yourself.

Kry

Virsat Andarias Tidar

I am a Vampire.

‡ People call me Virsat, Virdar, or Andy.
‡ I am 155 years old.
‡ I am male.
‡ I prefer males and females I don't discriminate.
‡ I can regenerate quickly, I am stronger and faster than any human and I have heightened senses, also I can jump really high.

‡ My story;

I lived with an older vampire for a long time. My parents died when I was very young and a man who called himself only Tidar took me in, he raised me and eventually made me into a Vampire. One day Tidar left me in our home, he was going out hunting, it shouldn't take long. He never came back. He did not abandon me, he was killed. I felt it when my maker died..I had felt the pain, had heard the scream in my own ears, as if I had been there. Then there was nothing, an emptiness where a connection with my maker had once been.

I don't know if humans or werewolves killed him, but it matters not, because I have no interest in revenge.

I miss my maker terribly, so I have taken his name as part of my own. A tribute, a way of always remembering him even though I know I'll never forget the man who gave me a new life. I am a gentle creature by nature, independent but shy and often I seem uncertain. Though I am a vampire and I know such things are the opposite of how vampires should be, I can not, nor would I ever try to change my nature. I am what I am and there's nothing to be done about it.

Codette

Callisto Moore

I am a Werewolf.

‡ People call me Calli or Callisto.
‡ I am 22 years old.
‡ I am female.
‡ I prefer men, but some women catch my intrest.
‡ I can transform into a wolf

‡ My story;

Unlike some wolves, I was never normal. Both my parents were werewolves, and I grew up in a pack. Thats the safest way to survive when there are uncertain young.
Depending on which parent I talked to created different stories about my birth. My mother claimed that I was born in human form, explaining very neatly why I have no siblings. My father, however, would tell me that I was born a wolf. A much prouder birth according to the males of the pack.
Only the weak are born human. Thats what I was taught.

My mother died when I was 13, and my father almost seemed happy about being able to raise me as he saw fit. Father trained my senses. He taught me to fight my humanity and allow the beast full reign. I am now ashamed to say I made him proud. I was a better hunter, fighter and killer than most of the males my age. Proud and unwaivering, I did as my father taught me. I fought next to the strong, and I left the weak for dead.
Little did I know that my father was grooming me to be the Alpha female.

When I was 18, Micheal, the new Alpha male attempted to proposition me under the full moon. My father had set this up. The man that taught me freedom, and independance, was now caging me towards the Alpha with the rest of the pack. And for the first time in my life, the wolf and I agreed.

We ran.

Freedom was too far fleeting to be caged. I found my way into human civilazation, and became a model. I liked the beauty I grew up to be in human form. There was a freedom of no one wanting anything but my picture. So I make sure its the perfect shot.

Some nights, a traitorous voice inside my head wonders what it would've been like to be the Alpha female, but I silence that voice. I'm free from packs. And I intend to stay that way.

Ooooshiny

Charlie B. Herman

I am a human vampire hunter.

‡ People call me Chuck.
‡ I am 22 years old.
‡ I am male.
‡ I prefer females.

‡ My story;

Chuck is a very independent, and lonely, soul. He has never really shared anything to anyone about his past or his plans. He was raised in a happy family, which loved him and never wanted him to get hurt. This however did not suit him very well, as he had seen a murder at a young age. This murder had nothing to do with him or his family, and never left any permanent scare in his mind. It was mearly the sound of a woman screaming, and the man grunting as he defiled and eventually beat her to death. Even before then he had been quiet, so the fact that he never shared how he felt or what he had heard was not a surprise.

When he was around the age of ten, his parents entered him into multiple martial arts to get him active. They had hoped it would help him open up, despite multiple failed attempts before. This only increased his desire to hunt down the bad in the world, as it gave him the required knowledge he needed to fight. When he had excelled in the programs, but didn't change in any other aspect, his parents took him out and moved.

At this point, Chuck had seen enough to know that there were more than just humans that caused evil. After extensive research, he had learned about werewolves, vampires, and other supernatural creatures that set out for evil. By this time he had grown to the age of twenty, before he left his protective parents. Finally he convinced them to let him leave, and he set out to hunt the evil that filled the world. It took half a year to gain the required materials for his new, self proclaimed, profession.

Once he had finished his life long train, although unintentional, he set out to hunt the supernatural. He was good and knowing who needed to be hunted, and who could be spared, and so he gained a few insignificant admirers throughout the area.

Now at the age of twenty-two, Chuck is a full fledged hunter of the super natural, and pretty good at it as well.

PapillonCameo

Terrence

I am aVampire, vampire hunter .

‡ People call me Terrence, or Terry.
‡ I am 26 years old.
‡ I am female.
‡ I prefer females
‡ I can sense energies, and have superhuman speed, strength and hearing.

‡ My story;

She was one of the rare vampires born as such of two vampire parents. Before any memories could be formed, she was taken in by the vampire hunters who'd killed her parents and trained into a hunter herself.

In her mind she is a monster, and so are all other supernatural beings. Magic is a taint that must be eliminated, and she's the one to do it. Terrence dresses as a young man more often then not, having realized soon enough that people took her more seriously in such attire.

Kiyoto

Dante Anubis

I am a Shaman Priest..

‡ People call me Dante, Anubis.
‡ I am Eighteen years old.
‡ I am male.
‡ I don't really know what I prefer in a partner.
‡ I can see spirit animals. I am able to predict the future through the use of a deck of tarot cards. Using my bond with the spirit world, I am able to summon the spirits bound within the cards. I am able to heal various wounds (though it exhausts me), by using my energy. This also makes me a target in many ways, for my energy can be used in many charms or spells, or to sustain a damned being and even to strengthen things and beings. I am also able to sense changes around me normally others cannot, I do this by sensing changes within the spiritual energy that is constantly around everywhere. My body is also a medium, often I am "visited" by spirits, who wish to relay a message, or have unfinished buisiness...unfortunately, not all of them are good.

‡ My story;

I was born in a small temple outside of Cairo. The monks there believed highly in the old ways, and began to raise me as such. I never knew my parents, no one would ever speak of my father, only that I inherited his name as my last. My mother died in chid birth, so the only ones who were ever there for me were the monks. I grew up under strict guide lines, but I never was one much for rules. They always said I was rebellious, and had to much fire in me. I was glad to be my own person, ratther then be just like everyone else.

I felt a bit odd growing up, I would overhear the monks at times making comments about my appearance. They said I was handsome, but my looks were a bit more femenine. I never understood that, till I got old enough to venture into the city with my master. To put it bluntly, I am often mistaken for a girl. It gets on my nerves, I am not as developed they say as other males my age. My body is slender and lengthy, they say I have a delecate and sweet look about me. That combined with my warm tanned skin, my light blond almost white hair, and smoky gray eyes (which I have been told have a lavander look to them), I have been humiliated a lot. It makes me sick, and anyone who mistakes me for one will get a foot in their face.

I always knew I was different, not only from the way the monks treated me, but what was happening with me and inside of me. I always felt odd, like there was a pull on my soul. I would always see animals that wern't there, and those who were always seemed to be watching me. One in particular that the others couldn't see was a very odd jackal that I would see at times. I was told later, that it was my spirit animal, my guide through life. It would help me when I needed it most. Kind of odd to me.

This was only the beginning. When I was younger, I was given an old deck of tarot cards, they were supposed to have belonged to a late Pharaoh, but I didn't really believe it at first. I felt connected to these cards though, there were hundreds of them I was told, but most of them had been scattered throughout the world, and eventually I would need to find them. They always felt warm to me, like they were alive in some way. I used to tease the monks, and tell their fortunes with them when they would listen. I was even more surprised, when my predictions began to come true. The worst was when I saw my master's death at the age of fiffteen. I didn't want to believe it, and so I hid it and told no one.

A month later he died....It was the worst point in my life. I had known, and yet I had been powerless to stop it in any way, at least that was what the monks told me after. I on the other hand...have never forgiven myself for it. They had a ceremony when I turned sixteen, it was supposed to celebrate my "becoming a man". At sixteen, I didn't feel like a man at all. I was confused and scared in many ways. I was also told that my full powers were coming in, and as they did I would have to learn to use them. I did not understand this, and at the time I did not really care. It sure bit me in the ass in time.

I was messing with the cards one night, and really I have no idea how it happened. I was looking at the lightning card, a black sky picture, with bolts of lightning that struck down to the earth below. I was thinking about the card and drifting off, it seems that I was dreaming about it being real, for the next moment the card was glowing and burning in my hand. I dropped it, and when the light cleared...there was a wolf standing there...only, it wasn't a wolf to. Its' coat crackled with electricity, and glowed a deep yellow like lightning would. An underbelly and paws as white as snow to. It had a huge horn sticking out of its' head, though it looked more like the edge of a blade. Similar ones were there for its nails.

I was terrified, and couldn't move. I admit, I thought it was going to kill me. The monks came in, and they were amazed. Later, I was told that it was my bond with the spirit world manifesting itself through the cards. It seemed by opening myself to it, I could summon the spirit of the card within. The wolf I had seen, was the spirit of the lightning card. Now most would think it was cool, but the whole thought of bonding and channeling spirits to control them...a little creepy. After awhile though, I got more and more used to, and comfortable with it. It has become like a second nature to me now.

I am told that my power will grow, and along with it my bond with the spirit world. My body is a portal and a great temptation with them. I was warned heavily against evil spirits who would try to devour me, and take over my body. As well as attracting creatures and beings of the damned like vampires or demons. My blood, me is like a drug for them. The energy I give off, as well as the various other shaman things that I was taught make me a target for many. I'm not afraid though, let them come, for when they do....I'll be ready for them.

Clost Shadow

Daedri Moore

I am a Vampire.

‡ People call me Dee.
‡ I am 296 years old.
‡ I am female.
‡ I am indifferent to having a romantic or sexual companion.
‡ I can become overwhelmingly powerful/five times stronger than the average vampire when needed. (All commonly-known vampire abilities apply)

‡ My story;

Daedri had just graduated at the top of her highschool class when she was kidnapped, along with seven other students from her school. The kidnappers were a band of vampires set on vampire world-domination. They tortured Daedri and her classmates for weeks before finally turning them. The reasoning behind this was as such: a vampire carries whatever feeling and sense of self that they have when they are turned into the rest of their immortal life. Daedri was feeling wounded, hurt, depressed and lost. But when they came to turn her, she faught with all the human strength she had. She was intent on being the most powerful of the group that was taken and being able to resist being turned. Of course, one can't simple resist being turned and she did turn. But when she was finally a vampire, she was the strongest and the wildest out of the group. Daedri killed anything and everything her new vampire family to and soon it turned into anything that she felt like killing. Driven by anger, depression, a will to live and all the power she could ever have dreamed of having, Daedri became the most feared fledgling vampire the city had ever seen.

However, Daedri was not the most powerful vampire the city had ever seen. No, that vampire was a very old vampire that kept mostly to himself. But Daedri and made just about every other vampire fear the simple mention of her name. She had to have this vampire under her power as well. So she searched him out. And with that she bit off more than she could chew. When Daerdri tried to confront this vampire, she was met witha force she could not break, could not overpower, could not outrun. The elder vampire took Daedri alive and locked her up. First he starved her and Daedri hated him like she hated everyone else. But when she had no more blood, she could scream her hatred no longer. This is when she foudn the true purpose of the elder vampire. He came to the room where he kept her and he fed her just enough blood so that she coudl function, but not enough to restore her strength. From there he taught her self discipline and self control. he explained that unless he weakened her, he coudl not have helped her like he was. But his trainings could not reach Daedri all the way down. Not at first. But then he left his sacred text in teh room with Daedri and said that he woudl return when she was done reading it. At first Daedri did not want to read it, but she knew that without his return, she would starve again. So she read it. It was titled "First Blood" and was written much like the Bible was written, but it was very different from the Bible. It spoke of where vampires came from and where they were to go. For the first time inher life, Daedri felt faith. And for the first time sicne her turning, she felt hope. From there the elder's training worked and Daedri was finally able to force herself into calm.

This training took many years to finally complete, but when it was done, Daedri was the second to most powerful vampire in the city. The elder vampire, in the time that he had taken to train Daedri, had also welcome another vampire into his care: a vampire who was outcast from vampire society. His name was Jack, but Daedri took to calling him Sweets and he was a very interesting vampire. Daedri didn't quite understand how she and Jack became such close friends after they met, but since that day they have been inseperable. It was because of Jack that Daedri left the city. Other vampires were starting to gang up on the elder, pushing the fact that Jack was dangerous and that he should not be in the city. So the elder gave Daedri his personal copy of "First Blood" and a gold goblet pendant that was adorned with rubies and he gave Jack his signeet ring. he told the two vampires to leave the city and find life elsewhere. It wasn't a foreced or sad goodbye. The memory of the city hurt Daedri's mind and forced her calm and Jack simply wasn't welcome. It worked out for everybody. To Daedri and Jack left the city and have just recently found a new city to make their home.

Daedri always wears the pendant around her neck on a simple metal chain and she always has the small red velvet-bound sacred text on her person. Since the day she first read the book, Daedri has been a devout follower of "First Blood" for it is the base of her calm and without it she woudl slowly revert to the monster she used to be. But the book isn't the cement to her calm. She is easily provoked and Jack often times has to remind her of the fact that if she left go of her calm, she'd never get it back. Because of this, Daedri doesn't get too attached to anyone. Jack beign the one exception, Daedri has kept herself distant from everyone she's met since fidning her calm.

Closet Shadow

Jack Acre

I am a Vampire.

‡ People call me Sweets.
‡ I am 124 years old.
‡ I am male.
‡ I prefer both males and females.
‡ I can seduce just about anyone. (All commonly-known vampire abilities apply)

‡ My story;

Jack was in his early twenties when he was turned. He was notorious for having one-night stands with complete strangers. He was already predispositioned with a talent for getting just what he wanted and one day he decided he wanted to be a vampire. A very beautiful vampire woman had caught his eye a few times before and he finally decided that, that night was the night he was going to make his move and get what he wanted. But little did Jack know that the vampire had been watching him too and she had already made up her mind about how things were going to happen. Jack did get exactly what he wanted, and more. The vampire woman has something profoundly wrong in her blood. What that was, Jack never had the chance to find out. But when he drank of her blood, it was passed to him and he was never the same again.

Jack became sadomasochistic and took that pleasure out and every person he seduced from that night forth. At first it was with other vampires because he knew he could handle other vampires. But soon he became more powerful than they were. He started using his pleasures and his seduciton to kill other vampires, working his way up the chain of powers. Of course, Jack knew exaclty what he was doing and the vampire courts of the city would not stand for such consciously-reckless behaviour and they banned him from everything vampire in the city. But things like that would never have stopped Jack. So Jack simply moved his center of attention to humans instead of vampires. By this time he was well within control of his newfound vampiric abilities and began to kill humans by the dozen. He would take at least two to his bed every night and no one ever walked away, alive or undead.

Because of this the vampire court worked with the human police forces to drive Jack out of the city limits, but the didn't stop him from sneaking back. Jack had learned of vampire territory that no one ventured near and he tought that it should be easy enough to sneak back into his little world of pleasure through that territory. Of course, like every other vampire who thought they would just walk through this vampire's territory, Jack was caught. But unlike most, he was not killed. In fact, the vampire, who was an elder -far older than any other vampire in the city- took Jack and taught him how to hone his desires and his cravings. Taught him how to take real pleasure in feeding and how to appreciate every drop of life he drained. Of course, the elder could not change Jack's true nature, but he could train it and mold it into something more workable and more controlable. It was with his time with the elder vampire that Jack met Daedri. She was a scrawny little thing, but Jack could feel the power behind those soft brown eyes. And he was instantly drawn to her. But he had no desire to take her. His feeling towards her was something that to this day he can not explain. He simply wants to be with her, close to her and important to her. It was with Daedri that Jack found himself leaving the city once and for all. The vampires had begun to pester the elder about keeping Jack. And with thanks in mind, Jack volunteered to leave. He had gotten something unexpected out of his visit to the elder's territory and he liked that. Daedri decided to go with him, saying that she didn't want to stay in the city that gave her so many bad memories. So with his new companion, Jack left the city in search of a new home.

The elder was very generous to Jack when he left, giving him his signet ring. A sign of passing power down from own vampire to another. That moment Jack felt her was apart of something. Something that included Daedri, for the elder gave her his pendant and sacred text. Jack had sat with Daedri as she read the book aloud and while he was no follower of the belief, he supported Daedri in her devotion to it. Jack understood what it was to her. It was her calm. And Jack took advatage of that too. He made sure that he was always there when Daedri lost her cool, so he could remind her to find it again. That way she would keep him, and he would have exactly what he wanted.

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Jasper Blodmane

I am a Werewolf, Vampire Hunter.

‡ People call me Jasper.
‡ I am 26 years old.
‡ I am male.
‡ I prefer females
‡ I can turn into a wolf.

‡ My story;

From the time he was young Jasper knew that there was something different about his family. One or both of his parents would be gone for periods of time and he would be stuck with his grandmother. The old woman would tell him stories about werewolves, vampires and the humans that hunted supernatural creatures. Little did he know then that his grandmother was passing on the history of his family, at least the human side of it. It wasn’t until he was nine that he learned the truth about what his parents were. One night while his father was gone a gang of vampires attacked his home. In that one night his world would change. He learned that both his grandmother and his mother were vampire hunters and what was more shocking is that he was a werewolf. The battle that took place was long and bloody, but in the end Jasper lost his mother and grandmother to the wretched vampires. In his rage he transformed for the first time and managed to fend off the last of the vampires. On that night he swore he would have vengeance and that as long as he lived no vampire would be safe from wrath.

When his father returned to what remained of their home he wasn’t sure what to expect and was relieved to find that at least his son was still alive. Hearing the boy’s story of what happened he took it upon himself to start training him in the arts of hunting and killing vampires. Jasper was eager to learn the skills he needed. He became very skilled in the martial arts, swordsmanship and marksmanship. By the time he was twenty he had become a talented tracker and hunter.

Now that Jasper is 26 he has grown eager to find the last of the vampires that took away his mother, grandmother and home. All that remains is two, a male and female. From what he can remember of what happened that night they were the ones that lead the attack and seemed to be companions. Nothing will stop him from his goal. Even after he finishes his mission he will continue hunting to rid the world of the vampire abominations.

Staria

Abela Rose

I am a raised were-cat.

‡ People call me Abby.
‡ I am physically 23 years old but hold the memory of multiple life times, including some where I lived to be much older.
‡ I am female.
‡ I have no preferences, only desire
‡ I can shape-shift into multiple human and cat related forms. I can also focus my spirit beast into physical form. It can go out in beast form or form a sword/etc. I become physically as weak as a human when I do this, however, since all my physical abilities go with the beast. I can also communicate with cats of all kinds but seem to have lost the ability to control them that the true Abby had.

‡ My story;

I currently reside in the body of Abela Barret and use her first name since it is similar to the one other name that I remember clearly, Abigail. My memories are confused, unclear, since I was raised from the dead. Three distinct lives and personalities are trying to blend, but the strongest of which is the one who was known only as the ‘white Rose Pirate’ and was a were cat of unknown kind. She tends to retain control but her personality changes to what role she feels like playing at the moment.

The white rose queen was a theatrical pirate who would often disguise herself as a man or a female entertainer to get her way onto the ship. She would then use a secret mixture of hers to put the whole crew and captain asleep. Once they were asleep she would use a flute she carried to play a pre organized tune to call her own ship. The ship would pull alongside and her crew would transfer all valuables to her ship, leaving a white rose in its place. Not even her crew knew the reason for the rose or even her true gender, but they were kept rich enough by the woman they didn’t much care.

The weakest personality, at the moment, is Abela Barret. The events of her death and resurrection seem to have broken her mind. Due to this she spends most of the time hidden in the back of the body, letting the other two personalities take control. When she is in control she doesn’t make much sense.

The third personality is a bit of a mystery and seems to be very quiet, loving, and kind. She rarely acts or takes over, instead simply protects Abela and herself from being kicked out of the body by the sheer power of the pirate’s soul. She will occasionally push Abby into control deliberately, as if trying to restore her sanity instead of letting her retreat to death. She seems very spiritual and philosophical and will often refuse to answer questions with any direct answer.

It was evening time in the large city, and from the top of the hill where Charlotte walked she could see the city's skyline sparkling against the last of the dark orange and purple sunset. It wouldn't be long now before the area was consumed in darkness, and Charlotte knew better than most that that was an understatement. Soon the city would be crawling with blood thirsty vampires looking for innocent people to feed off of.

The sky was mostly clear and the weather was a perfect 73 degrees, a slightly warmer breeze blowing over from time to time. Charlotte's black converse shoes tapped lightly on the sidewalk as she headed toward the Candlelight shop said to be run by a witch, or a wiccan, or something. She didn't know the proper term. Up until recently she thought things like that were just legends and fairy tales, it wasn't like there were classes she'd taken in school to learn about these sorts of things.

In any case, the magical being was said to run the shop. That was not common knowledge but her boss, a vampire hunter had been talking about it and she'd overheard. Charlotte was used entirely for drawing out and baiting vampires. She was given no more information than she needed to complete a task and was generally left out of the loop when it came to anything she considered most important.

So tonight, she was going to check out the shop on her own. Her boss didn't know, and he didn't need to. If he was going to withhold information from her, why wouldn't she do the same? She wasn't trying to get into trouble, she was merely curious, that's all.

She wore a pair of fitted ripped jeans and a white t-shirt. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she wore no make-up. She rarely did unless she was on the job. She really didn't need it, but her depressed state kept her from keeping up with her appearance much. She didn't care anymore, what did any of it even matter?

Lost in her own thoughts, Charlotte arrived at the shop in no time. She stood outside for a moment taking in it's appearance. It didn't look like anything out of the ordinary, but then none of it ever did. She pushed through the door and immediately her nose was filled with wonderful smells of candles and incense that lined the shop walls. In the midst of the many smells, something triggered a memory of her late husband, Hudson, whom she always called Hud.

She wanted to smile at the memory, but was still unable to do so when she thought of him. Her heart weighed heavy. Life was so unfair. She emanated sadness as she silently scoped out the shop, gently picking up little trinkets and gems and sniffing at wonderfully scented candles.

Kohaku sat on a park bench. He knew it was getting late, but he didn't want to go home just yet. Dusk was the best time for writing. It was also beautiful out, and the people stolling by didn't even glance at him. He takes a slight breath, and glanced at his watch. His parents would be wondering about him soon, he really should have been home by now. He slips off the bench, pulling his black sweater more around himself. He looks up and down the street, many people were in couples, and it made him a bit sick. Love, he had had little luck in that department so far, and at the moment most of the guys and girls in his age range wouldn't even look at him, without calling him a freak.

Frankly, he was better off on his own. He smiles a bit, at the warmth of the leather bound book in his hand. He had been working on one of his stories again. It was about a vampire lord, who was at the moment locked in the tower of his castle, while an intire horde of werewolves invaded his kingdom and castle. He was eager to continue, but if he missed curfew again, he would get in major trouble. It was a bit odd for an eighteen year old boy, a senior in high school to have a curfew, but he figured his parents had their reasons. He at the moment couldn't exactly think of what they were however.

He couldn't help but wish he could get out of here already. Nothing exciting ever happened in this town. His life was far to much averageness for him. He wouldd rather be in the middle of the battle raging in his book, but most people would think that was crazy. He thought often that he was born in the wrong time period and the wrong place. He would have been beter off in Romania or so back in the days they thought vampires and stuff really did exist. Another sigh makes its' way through his lips. He headed down the street, glancing over to see a girl entering a shop. He had never really noticed it on his way home from the park before.

He didn't think a small detour would matter, so he crossed the street over to the door. He peeked inside watching the girl for a moment, then slips in unseen. He looked around at the warm glow inside, unsure of what this place was. He oddly found it comforting, the scents and warmth it gave of made his writer instinct begin to kick in. He moved off to one corner out of sight, behind a display and slid down the wall to sit. He opened his book to the page he had stopped off on, and uncapped his pen. His hand flew over the page, his creative side taking over completely. It was unlike him, but he couldn't help it. This place gave him a bit of insperation at that moment. He became oblivious to the things around him.

Valencia Kaleo

The neutral ground known to most mortals as simply the new age shop Candlelight, was open at the moment but relatively empty. It was typical for a shop of its kind, lots of glass cases, delicate racks along the walls, and glittering crystals. The walls were a pretty blue and golden celestial symbols covered the walls where candles did not. Everything was neatly organized and often in glass jars. Apparently this woman liked glass, she also liked customers. She smiled to herself as she felt someone enter and turned, seeing the woman.

"Is there anything in particular you're looking for?" She asked softly. She could tell she was human as was the male that entered. So close to dusk... there was some worry that some inhumans may make their appearance but her shop was 'neutral ground' and most knew better then to start anything. The witch was clear, you did not mess with her shop and you could get along with her just fine. Still, she dismissed the thought and briefly she wondered why she had looked sad. It was none of her business, however, so she saw no reason to ask.... though it would not be the first time someone instinctively used her as therapist. Something about running a new age store made someone think they could be more open with you...

She didn't mind playing that role, even if the neutral minded being rarely cared about what she was hearing. She was more interested in her magic and experiments then people really. She simply had little use for them most of the time unless they had information. Most humans visiting the shop did not even know of the world night brought to her light, let alone anything about the werewolf she sought in her singleminded task. It seemed she was not the only person able to be so single minded she observed absently as she glanced at the male.

Abela Barrett

The tree outside the apartment building was large, not to surprising considering the nearness of the forest that sat at the edge of town. It was a wonderful place for shade but even at night it had a frequent visitor. The visitor was a woman named Abby... well sort of a woman. She didn't think she had the right to call herself such a thing anymore. Then again shy little Abby didn't think she had right to much of anything. Still, she did give herself right to sit in this tree, always stifled by the indoors after too long.

She had been in the tree for some time, her knees curled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Perched on the top of her knees was a small black cat with a white chin who she called Santa. It was one of her 'regulars', that is one of the cats she could not get to leave. Still she had grown to think of the kitten as a pet really, being it was too young to try and leave on its own anyway. Ultimately Abby was just too kind hearted to turn it away or try and give it away. She was just glad the apartment allowed pets...and monsters too even if they didn't know it.

Abby sighed at the thought and shook her head before she raised her eyes to gaze out wordlessly at the sky. It was always so beautiful and how it changed colors always fascinated her. She remembered laying on the roof of her parents house and trying to count the stars at night or looking for cloud-shapes during the day. Her father had always chuckled and called her a day dreamer while her mother had always called it unproductive...

Walking down the sidewalk with his large black hooded cloak wrapped around his body. Kaiden had kept his hood over his head to hide his identity from everyone that might've passed by him. Even if anyone were to actually look at the young male walking, not much would be seen other then his jaw line and his bottom lip. Everything else of his facial expression would be nothing more then complete darkness. While he had made his way throughout the city, there were times when other men and women had actually glanced over at him with strange looks on all their faces. Even though nightfall was coming, the humidity itself was enough to any ordinary person that wearing a long sleeved cloak like this would feel as though someone's skin were peeling off underneath it. He hadn't bothered to let any of these looks from the different humans around him bother him, but rather Kaiden had continued to walk down the sidewalks with a medium sized wooden flute in the palm of his hands.

The flute itself was handcrafted as anyone could obviously see from the carving marks still remaining on some parts of the flute itself. Even with the instrument being made by hand, it still had the same properties of any other kind of flute would have. Kaiden had enjoyed playing his music since it made him feel much more relaxed throughout his entire body. It had allowed him to erase out all the thoughts of the past and even erase the thought that there was another form of himself residing within his own heart. Slowly enough as he had wandered throughout the town, Kaiden had soon found himself reaching a large intersection on the street. Turning his head left and right to look down the different directions of the street, it had looked almost to be that everyone had nearly gone to be where they were planning to travel to.

Finally landing his gaze upon a large empty park, he had began to make his way through the stone tiled path. Each step he took slightly making a small tap sound with his own low heeled running shoes. Even with the sun setting itself down, the lights leading down the pathway in the park were already lighting themselves up to show the way for people that wished to walk around at their own risk at night. Kaiden had already known about the dangers of walking throughout the park alone, especially when nightfall was so very near. Although he had easily made his way up to one of the wooden benches before sitting himself down. Pulling the wooden flute up to his own soft lips, he had began to blow quietly into it while his free hand had pressed down in certain motions of the holes that were also lined up on the flute. The song that he had played echoed throughout the park silently at first, but soon enough the entire park itself was surrounded in music. Every corner of the large grassy fields was consumed in music, whether or not any of the creature's of the night could hear the music or not was still none of his concern.

It had been another long practice at the theater, but it would all be worth it once the production was put onto the stage. Clyde's lips curved up into a smile as he walked home down the relatively empty streets. Most people avoided going out at night now unless they had a pressing reason, or no car like he did. He had other reasons as well. Lifting his eyes, the mahogany haired man took in the night sky with a deep breath. The air was so fresh, and with the breeze came a scent that was becoming as familiar to him as his own.

Blue eyes moved from the sky to a nearby tree as Clyde reached his apartment building in the next few steps. Wordlessly the lanky man moved to grip it's rough bark. Carefully Clyde hoisted himself up into some of the thicker branches. Lifting his head, he reached out to knock against the wood with a grin.

"Abby, I should have known you'd be out here." He didn't know how to deal with her, even if he had brought her into his apartment much like a stray. Clyde couldn't have just left her out on the streets, she reminded him too much of himself. He knew he could have ended up like that if the pack hadn't taken him in and started to teach him how to tame the beast inside his soul. In fact, he would have been much worse then the girl. The werewolf turned his thoughts away from that, instead he began to hum a little to the latest song he was creating a dance for.

Abela Barrett

"It's nicer out here" was the strange, quiet girl's only response as she turned to look at him. Santa, so named for the white marking resembling a beard he had, turned his little head in unison. It was not a rare occurrence but still rather eerie sometimes how well cats connected to her. If she'd been a wiccan like her father or a witch cats would have likely been her familiar and behave much like this. Honestly it was a rather painful reminder so Abby tended to deliberately ignore it.

For a moment the two just watched him, each with that same cat like stare that seemed to stare more through you then at you. She'd been very outgoing once... but now it was much harder for her even when she did feel really cheerful inside. After some of her experiences with others, those who had pushed her into submission when she had tried to live on the street on her own...a vulnerable and easily sold child... She simply found expressing emotion difficult. It had been easier to just look numb, even feel it much of the time.

"What's that song?" She asked softly as she managed a meek but warm smile. As always her smiles held a hint of a question, as if asking if it was alright. If she had permission to smile and look a person in the eyes like an equal. It was as if she'd been hit for not keeping her head down. If she had been she never said. She refused to speak about her past, it was the only time she didn't just do what she was told. No, she would no speak or relive those memories for anything. She would have taken a beating rather then answer.

He eyed the odd girl and her feline companion with a gentle smile. Reaching out, he moved to pet the cat as he contemplated them quietly. She wasn't any older then he, and yet he saw her as someone younger then him. Abby just seemed like someone who needed protecting, and that he would do. Clyde knew it wasn't his place, yet he still had decided to take her in. There was no telling what she'd been trough before he met her.

"Oh, just something a little ironic considering what I am. It's called I Never Met a Wolf Who Didn't Like to Howl. Qutie catchy really." With that the man leaped from the branch to land fluidly upon his feet. He started belting out the sound and dancing along without any apparent care in the world, and when he danced he didn't care. It was how he contained his beast, and he loved it. His flamboyant clothing with all it's layers of fabric whirled and twisted with Clyde's every exaggerated movement.

Well, yes, the woman could help her with something, although Charlotte didn't think she would, even if she'd asked. She decided it might be best if she just poked around the place and hoped that in these later hours of the day, a vampire might come strolling through here to prove her suspicions. Then again, it wasn't always so easy to tell who was and was not a vampire, even when she often dealt with them.

But, she supposed at this hour, chances were higher that beings coming into a supernatural shop would be vampires. Then, the rumor of this place being run by a wiccan could have been entirely false, too. She sighed. She really had no business in here without even having a real plan.

Charlotte gave the woman a faint smile and shook her head. "Just looking," she said quietly and went back to hoping she could get some sort of lead on her own here in this store. Only once did her olive green eyes shift to see the boy in the corner, writing. He didn't look like a vampire, and he didn't seem to be any threat like all vampires were, right? Right. She couldn't help but feel compelled to tell the boy he needed to get home.

It sure would be a shame if she opened up the paper tomorrow to see his picture in the obituaries. It was none of her business, but she hated the thought of innocent people dying and ruining the lives of those who loved them. She finally made her way to stand at the display near him and cleared her throat lightly to make her presence more known. "It's after curfew," she said quietly, knowing the cities curfew was around this time. She wondered the boy's age. Maybe he was too old to have a curfew, but at least she was trying.

((nvm, gonna make a new post after krys for val >.>))

Abela Barrett

"yes.." She agreed quietly, that far away look briefly seeming to become a blank slate. He seemed to have become comfortable with his beast, something she could never understand. Still it was better then those in the pack that seemed to love their beast and think themselves above humans. She found it cruel... but at least she knew her werewolf was not apart of the pack, the werewolf that had attacked had a strange scar that was rather distinctive. She knew she would always remember that scar near his eye... it and his glowing eyes were the only things she'd noticed against the blur of fur as it barreled into her.

Still as he began to dance without warning she found her train of thought halted. His colorful clothing could not look more out of place... She couldn't help but half giggle, her hand rising to cover her lips. She didn't want him to think she was laughing at him. She seemed to almost shrink back a little, having never been comfortable enough to even giggle before. Would he hit her or yell at her? She wasn't sure...

Virsat had heard rumors, and he had even asked a few questions about those rumors within certain vampiric circles. His questions had seemed to produce the same answers, more or less. So when the sun finally set, and Virsat woke the first thing he did, after feeding of course, was head towards a lovely little shop called Candlelight. He was a tall creature, and his long black and red hair was held back in a neat but loose ponytail. He slowed as he approached the shop, almost hesitating as he came to the door.

Slowly the pale skinned, crimson eyed male pushed open the door gently and stepped into the shop. Immediately his eyes darted around, looking at this display or that as he stepped a little further into the establishment. Virsat inhaled deeply, taking in the aromas of candles and various other things within the shop as well as the humans there. This caused him to hesitate once more, though a gentle smile had formed on his lips and he moved somewhat in the direction of the humans.

Valencia Kaleo

"Are you sure?" She asked sweetly, the picture of kindness even as her silver eyes narrowed slightly. For a moment it would seem as if she was staring into the other girls very soul. As if she was reading all Charlotte's secrets like one would a book and knew everything about why she was here. It was a look that the store owner had learned tended to scare away most shoplifters... and remind the less mundane such as hunters and the supernatural that lying to her was unwise and would only bite them in the ass. Still the look passed quickly as she sensed a supernatural presence.

She raised her head to look at him and let the other girl pass. She might have said something about not scaring away customers but she would be alright with the other leaving... She swept to the vampire quickly, her motions graceful and poised, her shapely body hidden beneath the voluminous clothing. She looked like a gypsy from days long past but a little more modernized so that it was hard to really name her style. Still, it did fit in perfectly with what one expected in a new age shop and most importantly hid various items in almost invisible pockets hidden here and there.

"Hello, May I help you?" she asked with a small bow of her head. It was a subtle gesture but offered just enough respect that to most vampires it would indicate she sensed their power. It mattered little to her but it was often enough to convince them she was harmless. She was the perfect picture of the demure, kind, helpful shock keeper... who knew a secret or two. Her very aura seemed to reflect this, acting to her will instead of her heart like most auras did.

Catching a sound he glanced up with a brilliant smile and a laugh all his own. With an elaborate bow, Clyde stopped his dance for a few moments to launch a few words. "Oh good, you finally laughed! I was beginning to think I'd never be able to cheer you up enough for that." And then he was off again.

The werewolf simply couldn't stand still. He was always afraid when he wasn't occupied that his beast would leap free from him. So Clyde kept himself busy as he could be, dancing, singing, sewing and just generally anything he could think of that helped calm him down or make him happy.

Each movement was now a graceful thing, slow and elegant. The wind was the song, so sweet and soft, which guided the werewolf's actions now. Silently Clyde wondered what news there was in the supernatural realm. He'd ignored it most of the time after moving a little apart from the pack to get some of the solitude he'd always forced himself into since the hotel incident. Now with Abby there .... He felt like he needed to know the going's on in the city at least, if only to make sure he could protect her if the need ever arose.

Kohaku didn't notice the woman at first, it wasn't until she spoke that he herd her at all. He jumpped a bit, knocking a candle over, but caught it with ease. He was always told he had good reflexes, and right then he was glad. He stands quickly, slipping the book behind his back. He looked at the woman who was standing in front of him, and who had mentioned curfew. "I was just...um..." he felt a bit foolish with what the truth was. How would he put that 'oh I just came in here after seeing you and my psyco creative skills made me wanna write about it'....oh yes, that would make him get drop kicked or something in a heartbeat., or he may just look like a plain stalker.

He steps back towards the door for a moment, not taking his eyes off of her. Already his mind was working her into his story like a puzzle piece. He shakes his head, now was not the time. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble, sorry." His phone decided to go off right then, playing the ending song Trust Me from one of his favorite animes Durarara. He closed his eyes feeling a bit more then embarassed at this point. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, opening it so the ringing stopped. It was his dad, probrably about to yell at him for being late with curfew...again. He hoped this time the cops wouldn't need to get involved...not like that other time.

His mind slowly felt like it was going numb as the memory crept back in. He had been going to explore an old abandoned mansion for one of his older books. He had been told to stay away from it, but the idea was to tempting. He remembered being alone, it was getting dark, but the inside of the house was darker. Walking down the hall, there had been a set of stairs from which had come...yes, it had deffinetly been singing. It had drawn him up the stairs, like a trance had set over him. After that things got a little hazy. He didn't remember it to much in detail at this point.

He had gone into some room, and there was a lady with long raven hair dressed in a beautiful white dress. She had been facing the window at first, and Kohaku had wanted to call out to her and ask her why she was here, but no words would come to him. She had begun to turn and....The phone dropped from Kohaku's hand, the world spinning. He was on the floor, his body and face had gone pale, his heart pounding in his chest like it would errupt at any moment. He could barley breath, and his mouth was so dry. Why did that memory scare him..what exactly was that memory. He had never really thought about it after that night but now, he could feel himself shaking a bit, and his head swiming everything seemed like it was far away, then it all turned black.

Virsat smiled politely at the woman that asked him if she could help him, obviously she was the shop keeper. The one he needed to speak with about procuring a specific kind of item. At least, if the rumors were true. He thought they might be, still sometimes it was hard to trust the words from a vampire's lips. Some just enjoyed getting others in trouble. His attention moved from the shopkeeper to the other two in the shop. They were of no consequence really, but his business was private and he certainly wasn't going to speak of it in front of those humans.

"I..Maybe you can help me.." He spoke the words quietly, but his eyes were still on the other two, an almost wary look when he had spoken. Though that was mostly to give the shopkeeper the impression that whatever business he had to do would not be done in front of the others. Then suddenly the boy was falling after answering the phone, Virsat's entire body twitched as he fought the urge to move fast enough to catch the young man before he hit the floor.

Virsat did move after the boy had fallen though, he moved to kneel next to the young man and turn him on to his back. The vampire pressed a cool hand against the boy's forehead, as if to gauge the youth's temperature. He studied the young man for a long few moments, then he looked up at the two females. "...Should we call a doctor?" He asked the question a little uncertainly.

The demon known as the faceless one strode along the edge of the forest where his home laid deep within. There was a city on the one side, that had been there for years now. It had been quite a bother over the years. People always wandering off into his domain, a few not to be seen again. A smile tugged on the corners of his lips, he had quite a lot to do with those disappearances. He drew closer to the city, looking out over it many were already on their way home. The stench of those flea bags and nightwalkers was already in the air, but they knew better then to enter his woods. A few had dared, trying to expand their territory and well, lets just say they had become an example. The smile finally formed on his lips, and under the moonlight his appearance took shape. He usually wore this one, it was one of his favorites. A handsome man, looked no more then to be in his twenties. Long elegant white hair, and deep orange brown eyes. It was almost a doll like appearance, a facade of porcaline.

His body slender and at the peak of maturity, his hand brused over the collar like necklace he always wore. It was a reminder of the darker part of his past, and what he was striving to change. At the moment, he wore a simple black suit, very form fitting, and one might guess he was an important buisiness man. He turned back to the woods, laying a hand on the tree nearest to him. "Kill anyone who comes in" he whispers, and an echoed groan spread through the forest. Deep within, a few of the trees shifted, and his smile grew lightly. He knelt down, picking up a few simple stones, and placing them within his pocket. They would come in handy later if needed. He could also use any of the material in the city if needed. He turns back to the city, and his eyes slowly scan it for some fun. Soon they fall upon a tall building a bit farther inside. On the top, a few stone gargoyles sat overlooking the city. They would make a fine addition to the ones back home.

He set off into town, gaining a few glances as he walked. People seemed to be amazed by his appearance, some whispered to eachother wondering what he was. Fools, if they only knew. He chuckled lightly under his breath, as he continued on his way. He headed towards the building, only to pass a shop. Looking inside, it seemeed that a boy had passed out, human. The two females watched on as he did, one human the otheer magical of some sorts. The man who moved forward to the boy's side put a slight frown to his smile. A vampire, he had no intrest in getting involved with one, or letting them on to who he was just yet. Oh no, it was to early in the show, and what fun would that be. He chuckled once more, and moved on down the rhoad. A car slowly pulled up beside him after a moment, and he looked as the window rolled down to see a female.

She was beautiful, Short curly brown hair, and hazel eyes. She looked to be about in her late teens or early twenties. "Need a ride?" she asked with a flirty smile and a wink. He opened his mouth to shoo the woman away, when a familiar itch formed within his being. He smiled and nodded, slipping into the passanger seat of the car. The girl smiled brighter at him as he did. "Where you headed?" she asked, "and would you like some company?" He looks at her a bit and then down the rhoad. "The building...with the gargoyles on top" his voice remained calm. She looks out the windoww to where he had mentioned "oh, the hotel? Staying there...even better" she pulled away from the curb driving with him down the street approaching the building. When they arrived she blushed a bit, seeming to wait to see if he would invite her in with him. He slips out of the car. "Allow me to thank you" he says with a more inviting smile.

She nodded almost to eager to get out of the car. He took her hand, leading her towards the ally on the side. "Where are we going" she asked. "I do not think I can wait madam" he says with the same charm as before. Her blush grew, and she followed more willingly then before. When they got into the ally, he backed her against the wall, catching her mouth in a kiss. She seemed to melt into his embrace, kissing him back. He smiled a bit against the kiss, as his hand slowly slid up her side.She shuddered under him. "Close your eyes" he whispered in her ear before biting it. She nodded closing her eyes. He stepped back a bit, and she stood there waiting. No one herd her scream, for she never got the chance to. It happened before she knew what it is or could stop it. Minutes later, he walked out of the ally and in the doors. Left behind in the ally was the girls body. She was dead, but no wounds could be seen on her body. She was perfectly healty and normal, the only change now, was she no longer had that pretty little face.

Abela Barret

Abby sat up a little straighter as he spoke and for a moment blinked at him in uncertainty. It was still strange thing to her, how he acted. He wasn't the way she thought a male werewolf would be. She wasn't particularly sure it was how she expected a female werewolf to act for that matter. Perhaps it was deliberate? Did it make it easier to keep himself human? She fell into this thought a moment, before she decided to say something. A question about something else that puzzled her slipped easily from her lips.

"You like it when I laugh?" She asked before she finally slipped from the tree to the ground. At first the kitten just slid to her should easily, as if it had done many times before. It then, however, seemed to pick up on something...a smell it didn't much like. It growled and hissed, Abby trying to comfort it as the demon passed from the forest to the city not too far away. Whether it smelled the demon or simply the part of the forest he had changed didn't matter, all that mattered was the kitten smelled something that filled it with discomfort and almost fear.

As the scent passed and mingled with the usual smells, however, the kitten calmed. It didn't know how to answer abby when she asked what it was so it just said something smelled 'bad'. Abby shrugged and decided it was likely a funereal procession going on somewhere, distantly she was sure she could smell death. She wrinkled her nose slightly, having no desire to investigate or get closer. She wasn't very good at sorting one scent from another anyway and probably couldn't track it. It was odd though... it seemed to pass quickly, as if somehow death itself had been concentrated and passed them rather then the usual slow decay of a dead body. Probably just her senses failing her she was sure, not knowing what demons smelled like.

Valencia Kaleo

Valia started to say she could only help him if he told her what he needed when she heard the ringing of the phone. She couldn't say she recognized it... not being particularly a fan of anything that required she turn away from magic and her experiments that long such as anime would. She had just been debating asking him to turn off his phone when he seemed to fall. She started towards him as the other did when she felt it. A demon. One did not become as powerful a witch or wiccan as she without learning what a demon 'felt' like, at least not and live long or worse... make an accidental contract with the demon.

Magic was not itself evil, though good magic users tended to call themselves 'wiccans' and evil 'witches' in the current trend to differentiate between themselves. It was like any other energy 'pure' and it was the users choice. Still, a witch could gain great power from a demon and a demon even more power from a witch's soul so once you reached a certain level of power it was not unusual to have a demon try and form a contract with you. Especially lesser demons who wanted to move up the food chain so to speak. Yes, at best it could actually have to serve you for your lifetime but your soul would serve it for eternity so the demon always got the better end of the deal. Accordingly Valia had a habit of refusing them, sometimes rather forcefully, even when they offered the answers she so desperately sought.

She began to prepare herself for a fight only to see it walk past. It wore a rather pretty shell. Did it always look like that or was it simply a form it took on earth? One never really could tell. Oh well, it was none of her concern. If a hunter wanted to try and take it out they could but she was neutral to it all, she had her own monster she was looking for. It wasn't the lack of goodness, just the lack of motivation. If you 'killed' a demon, she figured, it would probably be replaced by another anyway.... not that her belief in that kept her from killing one or two that sought to force her into a contract a time or two.

She shrugged lightly and turned her silver gaze to the boy who fell. She quickly retrieved some smelling salt from behind the counter and headed towards him. She held it under his nose, curious inwardly at his frightened expression. Where had it come from? Perhaps he, like she, was 'sensitive' to the supernatural world and the demons presence had made something happen? True she hadn't fainted but her power was ultimately limited to connecting to nature and 'sensing' magic or magical energies. Experience had taught her the meaning of what she felt in the back of her head and Professor Barret had taught her how to use it to take it in and preform spells but that was all. For empaths and those whose magic went in such a direction such a demons presence could be far worse... then again maybe he just had a health condition. She inwardly shook herself, things were not always magical and sometimes things WERE coincidental...


(( Yes she's had to tell herself that last phrase many, many times. Her mind always goes to the magical reasons things could be XD.... Or how she could do with them magic... or how she could use it in her magical experiments... etc. She wasn't always that obsessive and crazy... but once her teacher mr. Barrett died >.< that was that))

Charlotte took a step back when the boy stood. She found herself raising an eyebrow at him. He certainly was an awkward one. When his phone rang, she couldn't help but be slightly amused. She wasn't familiar with the song, but the situation seemed comical to her.

She'd begun to turn and walk away when she heard the sound of his body hitting the floor of the shop. She turned around quickly, automatically assuming the worst and that it had something to do with a vampire, but no one else was there. She stood there for a moment, sadness sweeping over her at the sight of him laying lifeless on the floor. The scene was all to familiar for her.

There was a lump in her throat, her chest felt tight and she realized she was holding her breath when a man passed by her to kneel beside the boy. She merely stood and watched now, almost detached from the situation, feeling somewhere else entirely. The long haired man was feeling the boy's forehead. In her mind, she was feeling Hudson's. He too lay lifeless.

She didn't hear the man's question though she started directly at him, deep olive green eyes unblinking and still as stone. Before the death of her husband, she would have been the first one to that boy's side, or picking up his phone and answering, or calling for help or something. Anything but stand uselessly aside feeling sorry for herself.

Kohaku herd the slight voices of people talking, a strange smell was regestering in his mind. A hand on his head regestered to him. It took a moment for him to realize what was going on. He was laying on the floor, yeah that was right. He had fainted after that memory of.... He couldn't quite remember what he was thinking about. His eyes slowly flutter open, so he was now staring at the cieling, a female there with some strange scented stuff held close to him. He takes a deep breath, slowly pushing himself up off of the floor to sir up slightly. A rush of pain hit his head, and the room began to spin a bit. He places a hand to his head "ow..." He noticed the man by him first, he was handsome, but something about him was off. He then looked at the woman standing a bit off from them, and noticed the look in her eyes and her body language.

He felt the need to reassure her in some way, so he slowly forced himself to stand, even though his body seemed to resist a bit. He felt heavy now, and really tired. He blinks for a moment, clearing his head and eyes. "Sorry, seems I made quite the impression" he rubbed the back of his neck, giving an awkward laugh. He felt like an idiot now, slowly bending down to get his phone. It didn't seem to be broken or damages, but his father was probrably pissed now. He would most likely be grounded after tonight. A sigh escapes him as he thought about it. He stretched slightly, swallowing down the sickening feeling that had risen in his stomach. He wasn't sure if it was from the fainting and hitting his head, or the female's scented salts. Either way he felt the need to vomit. He slowly managed to text out the words 'I'm on my way now...had a problem' to his father, before slipping the phone in his pocket.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to cause any trouble, I'm fine...I really should be going" he says turning. All he wanted to do was get out of there now. He felt embarassed, and glad it was no one he would know, and hopefully never see again. It was the usual when he got home, his father yelled at him throwing a fit, looking like he was about to hit Kohaku, as he raised his hand, Kohaku's mother came in stopping him and telling Kohaku to go upstairs. He hurried up, taking a quick shower and changing. It wasn't until he was sliding into bed that it hit him. He had left his book back at the shop when he had fainted. "Idiot" he says, running a hand through his hair. He had worked so hard on it and now he was going to lose it. He slips out of bed, grabbing his coat and slipping on his shoes. He made sure to lock his door, before slipping out the window.

After finishing up his song, the white haired male wiccan had slowly lowered the wooden instrument from his lips before slipping it into his large cotton cloak. Truly it was quite shocking to see how he hadn't been attacked or approached by any of those blood-thirsty creatures of the night. Turning his head toward the left and the right slowly, there had seemed to be nothing but complete and utter silence filling the entire park now. All that was seen were the small golden lights that had lead down the stone pathways around the park itself. The sounds of the small crickets had began to ring in his head while the rest of the town's sidewalks were now pretty much abandoned.

Standing up to his own feet, the young wiccan had slid both his hands into his cloak's pockets before making his way down the stoned pathway that had lead him much deeper into the park. The different creatures that might've been lurking around in the darkness did not fear him, nor did this wiccan fear them. Soon enough, once Kaiden had ended up reaching near the center of the park. He had noticed what seemed to be a large lake, the crystal clear water reflecting off the darkness of the night sky with each of the sparkling stars shining down onto the lake. While the bright full moon appearing clearly in the middle of the water itself, it was almost as though anyone could jump right into the water and immediately be placed into the endless universe of space.

Obviously enough, that was nothing more then a simple reflection of the night sky onto the crystal water of the lake. Once Kaiden had approached the lake itself, staring straight into the middle of the moon. It had felt close enough to what had felt like he was in a trance. Quickly shaking his head to avoid losing concentration on the form he was already within, the black hood which was one covering his head had now fallen onto his back, revealing his long snowy white hair. On the back of his hair was a pony-tail tying his hair to allow the length of it to remain straight rather then have it turn into a complete mess. Sighing heavily toward himself, the young wiccan had soon turned his attention away from the water before making his way out of the park.

For much time now, every once in a while Kaiden's alter ego would always find some way to sneak itself out. It wasn't truly something he enjoyed showing people, especially since the alter ego of himself would always tend to ruin everything for him. In the end, everyone would always tend to end up blaming the true Kaiden for all the mistakes that his alter self would do. Due to this, the young male wiccan has been trying to find different spells to rid himself of the other self of him within his heart but it has seemed no matter how much he tries to do so. No spell seemed to ever have any effect on it, instead it would always end up either hurting himself or creating the strange glowing symbols appear once more upon his arms.

Virsat began to withdraw his hand once it was clear that the woman's smelling salts were bringing the boy back around. When the young man stood, Virsat stood too, his arms ready to reach out and catch the boy should the young man start to fall again. The youth seemed alright, more or less and soon he had left. Those crimson eyes watched the shopkeeper for a moment, then his attention went to the other human female.

Virsat couldn't help but notice how she stood there, the way she stared. The look in her eyes, he moved towards her and then hesitated. The vampire reached out, resting a cool hand against her cheek, hoping the coolness of his touch might bring her out of whatever daze she had lost herself in. "...Are you alright?" Maybe they should have called a doctor, even if not for the boy perhaps for this lady? Virsat knew better though. Something in her past was haunting her, only something like that could cause such an expression in a person's eyes.

Valencia Kaleo

"It was no trouble" She started absently as she put away the smelling salts in a random pocket. She watched him a moment, inwardly debating. She shook her head and turned back to the spot he had been and the vampire. The vampire did seem nice to the humans around him... perhaps he was hungry and out for a meal? Such was the suspicious nature of her mind but she shrugged at the thought as she noticed the book. Perhaps he would come back for it? She picked it up as she turned to gaze at the two. She looked concerned outwardly but inwardly was more clinical. Haunted look, no visible wounds, no energy or magic around her... the fainted boy must have reminded her of something.

She stood and put the book away under the counter before she sought out some lavender incense and lit it on a shelf near her. It was a soothing scent for most and could often cause people to calm. She would then disappear into one of the two back rooms where the 'meeting room' was. It held a table, chairs and various odds and ends... including a tea set and tea fixings. Soon she had some chamomile tea with a little of her own secret ingredients that would help soothe the nerves and could help stomach ailments. She would re-enter the other room, the door locking behind her as she closed it.

"Drink this" She ordered the woman gently as she neared them. She would hold out the cup of tea after she sat the tray, which had two other cups on it, on the counter. If the vampire wanted to take one he could. With vampires she could never tell, some drank liquids and some could not. Some could not but were offended if there was not some offered anyway sometimes. Human nature, she supposed, made them as different from one another as vampires as the turned had been as humans.

She'd known the boy had run off, though she still stared into nothingness. It wasn't until the crimson-eyed man placed a cool hand on her skin that she snapped out of her memory. She didn't cry, she'd done so much of that she wasn't sure she could physically do it anymore.

Dark olive colored eyes looked up a the vampire. Any good hunter would have put together his cool touch, paler skin, the fact that he was at this rumored supernatural shop and realized the chances of him being a vampire were high. But Charlotte was no hunter, and her mind was elsewhere entirely.

And no, she wasn't alright. She'd never be alright, never again in this lifetime, she knew. "Yes," she lied. When the woman returned with a cup of tea, Charlotte hesitated. If this woman was a witch, could she be trusted? Of course not. But then what would she have against Charlotte, and why ruin business for her shop?

She took the cup. "Thank you," she said before actually realizing that the two had been worried about her, at least somewhat. Her eyes moved from one to the other. What caused strangers to care about others, she wondered. She took a sip of the tea, it was delicious. She faked a smile, "This is wonderful." Sooo, are you a witch? Charlotte did a mental sigh. She had no business here, she didn't know what the hell she was doing.

Plus, she was being depressing and weird again. She could always tell by the way people looked at her. She could stick around and ask random questions hoping to get some kind of lead and hope not to get kicked out, but she really wasn't in the mood now.

Charlotte sighed and set the cup down. "You have a beautiful shop," she said sincerely. It looked like something out of a movie, and it smelled wonderful. "Thank you for the hospitality, but I should get going." She gave another fake smile and tapped on her watchless wrist. "It's getting pretty late," she said and headed for the door.

She pulled it open and gave a goodbye wave before disappearing out of the shop. It wasn't until she was on the sidewalk that she realized she'd been breathing all along. Sometimes it felt like she wasn't breathing at all, some times for days. She took a deep breath of the cooling air and looked up at the stars. She was so alone, she couldn't even feel Hud around her.

People always said that they knew loved ones were watching over them and such, but Charlotte didn't believe any of that. No, since Hud had died, she was completely and utterly alone. No one called to check on her, she had no family, no one watched over her from some magical kingdom in the sky. No one ever noticed her unless they were noticing what a downer she was being.

Charlotte was frowning in deep thought when an ominous wind picked up that made her shiver. It was time to get off these streets and back to her hotel. She glanced back at the shop a last time debating on snooping around, but she was just in no mood. Still, it might help to get her mind off of things... Maybe tomorrow. She also wondered about the boy who'd fainted in the shop. Charlotte headed towards the city.

Callisto smiled politely at the photographer. She loved photshoots that were outside, however it was close enough to the full moon that the wolf inside desired to run free, untamed. Calli watched the stars twinkling in the sky. If it wasn't for her enhanced sight she may have missed the lovely sight, with all the smog. "Thank you for being my photographer tonight Andre'."

"my pleasure Callisto!" The flamboyant camera man smiled and packed his equipment.

Calli nodded. Heading over to the make-shift trailer, she changed from the shimmery gown to her black jeans and tank top. Grabbing her purse, she headed deeper into the park, before stopping suddenly. Someone..male, had been down the path recently. Calli tensed. Not of wolf breed at least. She stepped off the path and into the shadows of the trees. She waited patiently for the stranger to pass, hoping she wouldn't be seen.