“You always think I’m really fucking creepy” rAin responded with a shrug, folding the paper and putting it in her pocket casually as she sauntered over. “You will even more in a minute since im not sure the spell will work…. But I need to ask you something. Try to keep the warlock in there while I come over hmm? Hard to talk to you when he’s groping me ya know?” She spoke still with that casual, light tone as she held her hands behind her back. She had already flicked her fingers and cast a small spell to make her nails sharp as daggers, now she just needed to get close enough for the warlock not to recognize why. She was close enough to touch him now but watching for any sign of the warlock.



She flickered an ear, merely nodding at him as she heard those upstairs. Amoni had a strange feeling but said nothing, simply walking behind him. “You are too kind…” She murmured absently in response to his words, her silver eyes narrowing on the door. Possession….something was off…

"WHO'D WANT TO!?" He shouted back before shaking his head and turning his back to her again. He lowered his head into his head with a pained expression, unable to believe his terrible luck. "What do you mean by, 'not sure'? Magic is your specialty or whatever." Well, Dante sure as Hell didn't know Jack Shit about it.

When they came upstairs it was to harsh words but at least he knew now which one was possessed. He turned to Amoni and said with his classic smile, "If you would excuse me I think I'm going to rest for a bit." He bowed lightly and walked closer to them all and sat down on a sofa. Hito sat back and got comfy. He was not the kind to interfere unless he was needed especially since this was not his business. He had decided that he was going to watch things unfold and only help out if he really was needed.

“Just the idiotic warlock apparently… and well for it to work you’re going to have to stay still and let me do this.” RAin finally said with a single pleading look at him. Her whole face seemed to say just trust me as she took his hand and after slashing her own palm attempted to slash his. If this succeeded she’d put the palms together, just needing a few drops to ensure the warlock’s powers would be frozen and bound as long as he remained in Dante’s body. “I need this to seal his magic so it won’t kill you when we do the spell. “ She explained once she’d cut into her own palm, by then there was no point in subterfuge, the warlock would know what she was doing.



Amoni nodded, putting her veil back in place. She fell into her emotionless state, regarding the scene. She said and did nothing, knowing the body was not the evil so she could do nothing. She could only watch…waiting. She was no mage….despite her abilities with metal.

Dante didn't get a chance to hear her explanation. He felt his wrist being grabbed and immediately retaliated. He pushed back, hopping over the stool he had sat on and moving beside her before gripping her wrist tight at the joint, turning on his heal, and slamming her straight down to the ground. Hell, who'd expect something like that? It was a really simple move for all the steps and took no time at all to complete.

She'd be on her back in a daze with her own bloodied hand, and he'd be storming back to grab his gin and bread and get the Hell out of here. "Don't fucking touch me!"

Pre'acha'n landed at the door, shifting back and quickly going inside. He slammed the door shut. "It's cold out there!" he said before stopping and staring at Dante. "Hey, wait... I think she was trying to help."

Rain had half expected something like this, she was just glad in being angry at her he seemed to have kept the warlock at bay long enough. “I am sorry Dante, but I won’t let him take you with him….so you’ve forced my hand.” She smiled grimly at her own joke as she flicked her uninjured wrist and pinned him to the wall with a quick telekinetic trick. It held his limbs sprawled out for a moment as she pushed her palm against his. He would feel the warlock likely weaken as his powers were sealed temporarily and his guards were made useless. “I told you I’d kill you warlock…and I always keep my word…” She murmured to herself as she held Dante there and step back though she felt exhausted and it was clear. “I can make the body Pre’acha’n but I need you to find a way to hold him…..Since we have to fight both Dante and the stupid bastard inside him…”

"I could hold him more than well enough," Hito said from his spot on the sofa. She had done well this one and he was respectful of how she could hold her own. He gave the offer it was up to them whether or not they wanted it.

"Gah!" Dante felt the full impact of the wall. He struggled against the weird force, feeling humiliated like this. Of all things, why did it have to be like this? He felt her hand touch his and looked to it as anger laced his eyes. "UNFORGIVABLE! BITCH! What are you trying to do, POISON ME!? I don't know what rkind of disease you have! Or your fucking blood type! DON'T DO STUPID SHIT!"

DAMMIT, HE HATED WOMEN! Why were they all like this!? Power hungry! They didn't give a shit! Why would they!? They had a uterus that made them the prize of all men for some bone headed fucking reason! God FUCKING dammit! "NOW LET ME GO, DAMMIT!"

Pre'acha'n swore in gealic, fishing in his pockets for a knife. Not finding one, he bolted to the kitchen and grabbed one, hastily but accurately carving runes into the piece of wood he had. "Forseti, I call upon you, lord of the Just. Hel, I call upon you, Lady of Death. See this through with me, please," he whispered, finishing the carving and cutting his thumb with the knife. He held the wound over the runes a moment, focusing on what he needed to do, then smeared it over them. The runes carved areas seemed to drink in the blood, almost glowing red.

“be my guest,” Rain responded to Hito, holding him a moment. She glanced at Dante and rolled her eyes, letting him shout. He was the one who was going to hurt the most for this so she figured she owed him the right to speak his mind. She was healthy, and a ‘universal donor’ according to a doctor who examined her once at that, but saw no reason to correct him. “I’ll take care of the rest….Just hold him….and don’t mind the smell.” She then muttered something under her breath about if she wanted to poison Dante she would have already. She then turned, summoning the body parts and beginning to piece them together though it was requiring quite a bit of her own blood as a sacrifice in order to do so but it was worth it… Dante may hate her but she cared enough about him to want this done right…. "You just keep praying bird boy" she murmured to herself, getting ready to yank the warlock spirti out of Dante's body.

It was almost an instant and Hito was there using his elder vampire strength to hold the possessed human. He said nothing since this was not his affair and figured the man was strong even for a mortal but with being possessed would be stronger. Hito smiled happy to do something that wasn't just dainty.

"E-Eh...?" Dante hadn't been paying attention to their ramblings, having hardly understood them at the time. Hell, his mind was nutty as Hell as it was. With all the stress he really did have issues. But, what he cold understand was the powerful man behind him now forcing him against the wall. His mind flashed immediately to the predicament with Ti until he shook it away. "Get off, GET OFF!"

Even with the Warlock having been weakened, Dante was still loosing to the other. The Warlock had already possessed him. There was nothing magical about abusing something you already have, now was there?

Nor was there anything magical about fucking with the other's head.

His eyes went blank as his breathing became short, sharp gasps. His nails dug into the wall as he tried to push away from both forces at once. "S-Stop... Stop it..." He felt his hands shake as fear etched his body. He already felt like he was overheating. A fever shot up high, threatening him as his head spun. He... he needed to lie down...

Pre'acha'n whispered in a language the others hadn't herd from him yet, Old Norse. The words had an echoing quality to them, almost as if he wasn't the only one saying them. He stepped to the doorway, watching the scene with half an eye and continuing his whispered prayer-spell.

Being so close to the man he could see the somewhat crazy look in his eyes. The man was burning up but he would not let go till they had finished the spell. He pressed his body against the raging man hoping his own cold body would take in some of the heat he was giving off. He whispered lightly into the man's ear hoping to focus the mortal saying, "You are strong. Stronger than the one who holds your mind. You must fight him. I can feel how strong you are do not give in to the one who would take your mind."

((w00t mystic elder vampire wisdom?))

Releasing her hold on him as Hito grabbed on she turned fully to the work. Quickly Rain had the body finished, both palms beginning to cease their bleeding though she looked a little off balance. She glanced at Dante, knowing that once she pulled the warlock from his body the warlock would attempt to go into any body but the one she created…

Hearing Dante’s voice in such pain she shivered, knowing that much of it was her fault. But she knew the warlock…they only had mere minutes at best to get him out of there….She reached her now glowing blue hands forward, pulling from his body a bright red sphere. The magical sphere was the warlocks very soul and one could feel the evil and malice radiating off of it. Rain focused all her energy till the blood red sphere reached her hand and she could force it into the body which began to transform to how the warlock looked in life.

She turned to the two, speaking to Hito. “You can let him go now….” She said softly, but her situation and concern for Dante was a dangerous mistake. Before her sealing of his new body was complete and her blood was only beginning to pump through his veins a shield forced outwards as a glowing red circle on the floor. It would send all magic and magical beings flying away from the warlock, sending Hito into a wall so Dante would slide to the floor, sending Pre’acha’n back, even Amoni with her siren blood into a wall with tinkling glass. The circle pulsed, impenetrable to any magical being…. And leaving Rain helplessly human within it. She looked down at the red circle, a look of horror on her face… she’d sealed his powers but she’d been too slow, he’d managed to seal her in their with him first! “Oh god…”

((the only reason that it didn’t send her flying out is because though she is a witch she is only human XD. Now only humans can enter the circle xD. *going to give Dante his fight <3* ))

Pre'acha'n stepped back as the circle formed, not quite being knocked back. He paused his prayer/spell for only a moment, taking a deep breath and continuing. Someone save her... His voice picked up in pace a touch, sounding stronger, and like two other voices had joined his, male and female.

(( Okay so it sucked, lol. I am so not good at this kind of reassuring stuff. XP I think that was thee worst speech ever.))

Hito carefully stepped back keeping one hand on the man's shoulder to make sure he could stand up on his own. He was about to ask the man how he felt when a blast sent him flying into a wall. The old vampire swore in his native dead language. He stood up but knew he could not enter the circle that had been made. He took a seat and got comfortable. He smoothed out his jacket and made it look like this was just a normal day.

((No, it would have helped me... but I know people who speak like that [is one herself]))

Then it was all gone. With a pained gasp ahe grit his teeth and struggled, but then fell limp. It was gone. The weight was gone. All strain on his mind was released as his body returned to normalcy. "Hah..." He felt himself fall to the ground as the world spun before looking back was see one nude fuck job, Rain acting all freaked out, and the cool skinned man that had held him and the other man having been thrown back. "The fuck...?" He muttered before quirking a brow and forcing himself on to his his feet. He stared at the two, then the weird circle bit, waiting for some clue as to what the Hell just happened. If that nude man was the Warlock...

It was indeed. Long black hair stretched down his back as piercing green eyes stared straight at Rain. The man was arrogant with a flair of anger in his eyes. This woman was skillful; too skillful. He looked to the aura around the room, seeing the hopeless situation before locking a gaze with her once more. "My, my~" He voice rumbled, deep and heavy like a lions growl. "Look what we have here."

His eyes flashed as he swung his hand to backhand the woman and send her to the floor. "IMPUDENT! What are you? The only sign of a female I see are those enormous breasts of yours." He scowled at her, ready to hold her back if she so much as decided to try and escape.

Rain bit her lip as she heard the all to familiar voice, trying to keep her hands from trembling slightly. The man that destroyed everything…. She didn’t even have to look at him to know it was him… didn’t have to see those hateful eyes…Still she couldn’t stop herself from turning only to find herself on the floor in moments.

A hiss of pain escaped her as she pushed up, a small drop of blood at the corner of her lip where her teeth had cut into her cheek. She felt a moment of sheer terror, but also the freedom of the fact she had nothing elft to fight with and nothing left to fight for. His magic was sealed enough that he couldn’t leave this circle with his magic either… he would die. The only question was if she lived too see it. Still that didn’t stop her from speaking darkly, saying past her bloody lip in a quiet tone “Then I guess you have poor taste in women don’t you?” She hissed, closing her eyes and bracing for any retaliation. The least she could do was keep him distracted….

((Hey, sherry, could the warlok have snuck away to play good guy occasionally? I had an awesome idea))

"Terrible taste." He muttered before crouching down behind the woman and reaching around her to grip her jaw hard and force her back against him. "You smell putrid." He muttered before abusing his grip, He slipped out of the way and slammed her into the ground with his hand tight over her mouth. He held her down mercilessly tight, wanted to see the fear in her eyes. She was helpless. She was helpless and these were his last moments. He didn't care if there were onlookers, he wanted his prize.

"I don't want to watch... some sick fuck!" Out of the blue Dante bunted the Warlock's face, knocking the man good and alloying Rain a chance to escape. "God DAMMIT, what's wrong with you!? Can't you see how ugly she is!? Dammit!" Well, to Dante she was. Hell, even her clothing style sucked.

( FUCK NO! HE'S EVIL! =D )

(( LMFAO I'm sure Hito is enjoying this as much as I am XP))