A look of surprised confusion crossed Regan's face at the wolf's actions for a few moments, before quickly disappearing. Instead of saying anything he followed Loki without thought down the hall and into Fern's room. Immediately his eyes widened and a low angry sound left him. He should have known! Then the smell of blood filled the vampire's nose, making Regan lift up his head. Moving to Loki's side he gently took hold of his injured hand and started picking out the glass as he began to speak. "Hurting yourself like this won't help anyone," pausing for a moment Regan winced as an all too familiar sound reached his ears. "I may have an idea who took her," stated the vampire with certainty. His scent was all over the room, to someone who knew it, and that call was confirmation enough in Regan's eyes. His clan leader had over stepped his bounds thoroughly this time.

For a moment when Regan approached, Loki snarled at him. Quickly the wolf looked away though, inhaling deeply and feeling his nostrils with the unfamiliar scent of the one that had taken Fern. He shivered lightly, staring out the window. He saw it, the light purple aura that surrounded the Inn. He could feel it too, and Luce. Someone was trying to hurt the inn, but he was sure Luce had that under control. "This is a safe place. A haven. I told her she was safe here!" Loki snarled a bit and for a few moments seemed like he was going to pull his hand out of Regan's grasp. It seemed the wolf demon didn't even notice that glass was being pulled from his flesh, his eyes were on the window he'd broken. Watching as it mended itself, the broken glass disappeared and new glass just seemed to grow into place. Loki wanted to break it again. Those ears twitched and flickered with annoyance and anger, but wait..what had Regan said? Loki pinned Regan with his anger filled gaze. "Tell me what you know." His voice was low and dangerous sounding.

Loki's anger didn't faze the vampire. He simply tightened his hold upon the man's hand as he looked like he would pull it away. Regan wondered when his words would pierce trough the wolf's anger. When it did Regan couldn't help the small grim smile that flitted across his face as Loki finally realized what he'd said. "Victor, the leader of a powerful vampire clan quite likes his pets. I'm assuming Fern was one of them, and that she ran away. He came to get her, and probably took the young woman to his mansion on the far outskirts of town. Priscilla overheard my plans to overthrow him, he's the one I want to replace. I'll have to kill him first though." Letting out a breath, Regan tried not to think about it too much... But there was a way Loki could rescue Fern without too much hassle, plans be burned! It would ruin everything without his allies there to support him, but so be it. "If I challenged him all eyes would be on us, you could easily get Fern and return here." Victor would have to accept, by the laws of their kind.

Loki had calmed down some, but he was still viciously angry. He wanted to rip this Victor's throat out himself, but did it really matter who killed the man as long as Fern was safe? Loki had only known Fern for a short time, but he had quickly come to regard her as one of his own, a daughter. She was just a pup after all, one that needed looking after. Loki had growled softly, but what if Regan couldn't win such a fight? Loki shoved that thought away. "Take me to this mansion." Silently Loki offered up a prayer to the Gods Above and Below. A prayer of vengeance and guidance, maybe even a little bit of protection for Fern and Regan.

Nodding, Regan released Loki's hand. The vampire knew his chances weren't good, but this had to be done. Moving quickly the redhead left the room and ran down the stairs. He didn't worry about leaving Loki behind, there was no doubt the wolf demon would follow. Leaving the Inn, with it's protective aura around it, the vampire couldn't help but look back a little longingly. Shaking the feeling aside, Regan kept running after assuring himself that Loki still followed.

At the pace he set, it didn't take too long for them to reach the building in question. It was a large place, in the Gothic style, with a certain brooding aura. Surrounded by a wide expense of grass, which then faded to forests... It would be difficult to enter the building without being seen by someone.

Stopping at the forest's edge, Regan turned to Loki. "Once I'm inside, you'll know when the challenge has been issued. Only enter then, other wise... The ones he called here tonight will rip you apart."A flicker of worry crossed the vampire's face to be concealed quickly, though it still showed in the way he moved closer to the wolf. He didn't know how many had answered the call, though it had certainly been quite a number.

((lol i think its funny that he doesn't realize that my character is already there... lmao i wonder what his impression will be to see a human cowing many of the vampires there, merely by her attitude))

"You know, I call that kidnapping." Cytrias voice rang out from above the gathering of vampires among the few who had climbed the roof, the strange lilting tone backed by a hint of steel that would scare all but the most experienced of the vampires there. She recognized the person that was following the vampire as the one he had just taken, and the vampire himself from the poster, and from sight could tell that he was among the strongest of the vampires there.

she had followed the vampire when he took off from the inn, as she had seen the break in happen while she was still outside. her long legs had allowed her to follow him, noiselessly, and apparently, after being deemed, non threatening by the vampire as he had made his way home, was able to climb on the roof of the mansion with relative ease. she had been surprised however that barely any of the other vampires on the ground had sensed her, let alone those on the roof with her.

Luckily the roof wasn't that high, about three stories ((assumption on the height of most mansions in common room)) and she could leap down with relative easy by using one of the many vampires below her, landing on them, as she did just that. Her voice held no fear as she spoke, not afraid of dying as so many were, nor of the pain she knew they could inflict on her given the chance, which they most likely would take.

"Am I correct in assuming that you are Alexander Dumont?" Cytria asked her tone almost curious, her face showing nothing besides such curiosity, though again her manner, the way she held herself belied that mask. Their was no curious girl in her body, merely one ready to do battle, confidence that she could easily take care of many of the vampires there before they could take her down.

She didn't know about the plans that others were laying down in the Inn, she merely knew that the women did not want to be there. as obvious by the poster and the bits of glass still on the little neko's clothes from where the vampire had busted in the window.

"oh you may also want to call of your dogs before they find out how uncomfortable steel can be." At this statement she smiled sweetly, almost innocently, though her sword flashed out to point at one of the vampires trying to sneak up behind her. the motion so unexpectedly sudden, that the vampire nearly impaled himself on the tip before stopping and back pedaling rapidly.

Cytria didn't have supernatural speed, just merely long, long practice of her martial art forms both with and without weapons , something that most people, and vampires could not boast. And it showed in her movements. if not in her thoughts were she was sure that her immortality was going to be put to the test tonight.

Impolite? Humans wouldn't even know what was polite even if it bit them on their asses. Too much personal experience told him that. "Why should I believe you? All my life people have lied to me, women have lied to me, only to hurt me in the end." He snapped quietly. He knew he was probably being rude, but what did it matter? Rida let his eyes slip closed, only to snap them back open when he caught the scent of blood, there were multiple sources. Scrunching his nose, he looked to where Aine was, notcing Luce was gone and the other girl seemed to be using a first aide kit. "Something must have happened..." The neko murmured, shivering from a sudden sense of dread trailing down his back. "...But, I guess...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped." Rida whispered, blushing and looking away from Priscilla.


The fae smiled softly, letting the girl fuss over her shallow cuts, which by now had healed up mostly. "You did what you had to, to protect other innocents. That does not mean it is right. Or that someone could not be angry upon your behalf." Aine explained softly, even as her fuchsia eyes traveled around the room when she noticed the light purple aura the Inn had pulse a little, as if being strengthened. "I wonder if everything is alright here."

((My mind went mushy. I'll hope to post better later >.< Sorry for the crap))

Victor frowned at the arrogance of this woman, she smelt powerful, her blood would only strengthen the clan. From around her, several strange women adorned with hood, blood mages. A low humming filled the room as the women begin to chant in unison. Cytria would begin to feel her insides twist and shift painfully.

Someone with arcane knowledge, would know the spell as bonecraft, Cytrias forearms and legs would begin to twit painfully backwards, her spine begining to shift back unnaturally. She would not die, but that could prove more of a torture.

Victor lept off the stage and walked liesurely to Cytria, lightly brushing her face. Looking to the mages, he would hold out his hand.

The mages paused in their chanting, stopping her body from contorting any further.

The clan leader spoke up "This woman is charged with the intent of destroying our home! Rob her of size and strength!"

The blood mages began chanting once more, the contorting began to repair itself; but her muscles and bones began to shrink. She would be made to be five feet tall, her size robbed, not her features. Two lithe and quick vampires were suddenly next to her, disarming her and clamping cuffs and chains to her. Caution would be taken with this woman.

Priscilla was surprised and even more shocked. She knew people lied, but... It must have been very badly indeed for someone so kind seeming as Rida to burst out in that way. "After hearing what you've said, even though you were rude, I can't really blame you for doing so." The young woman was quite oblivious to all the commotion going on, though she did spare a moment's glance for Aine and Sikura.

Seeing that things were being taken care of, she returned her gaze to the blushing neko. "I would like to be friends it's the reason why I came here to speak with you, though I'll take no offense if you refuse." The young woman was being very gentle, and made sure to keep her hands clutching her back skirt. Priscilla didn't want to cause another outburst, nor did she want to give the neko any cause to fear her."

((How old is Rida anyway?))

Loki followed Regan with ease, not once looking back to the inn as they left. He would see it agian if he lived through this night, if not, then oh well. At least he would be dying for someone else. A slight chill ran down his spine and he stopped when Regan stopped. At the edge of a forest. He stared out at the mansion, ears twitching. Loki really wanted to march up to the front door and bust it in, but he would do things Regan's way. "I won't be surprised if we both die here tonight." Those ears twitched and he leaned against the vampire for a moment, nuzzling the man's neck gently. "Go on then, issue your challenge. You had better win or I'll kill you myself." Loki had smiled at Regan, stepping back from him just a little bit.

((Awww, that's so cute!))

The vampire titled his head to press a kiss upon the wolf's lips, then retreated with a laugh. A lump was forming itself in his throat, but he needed to push it aside. "I certainly wouldn't want that!" Turning away quickly after that Regan ran to the mansion. He couldn't think about Loki, Fern or the Inn. This was all about the coming challenge. If other thoughts intruded to distract him, he would die there was no doubt about it. Finally reaching the imposing doors Regan pushed them open with ease and headed for the crowded hall.

The crowd was immense, as he'd predicted. Though there was a disturbance, the moment the people noticed him they moved out of the way. Perhaps it was his determined expression, or Regan's openly bared teeth that made them make way. Whatever it was, the redhead reached Victor's position quickly enough. Regan spared a glance for the woman they were attempting to chain, those blood mages, but brought his frozen blue eyes to the clan leader.

"I, Regan Ceron Delaire, challenge you for the title of clan leader as is my right and privilege as a member of your clan." Letting out a breath, the vampire closed his eyes for a brief moment as his energy flared out. h
He knew Loki would recognize it, and hopefully he would figure out that this was the signal he'd been speaking of. The distracting game had begun, now all Regan needed to do was win.

(I'm waiting for Emiko to post)

"I, Regan Ceron Delaire, challenge you for the title of clan leader as is my right and privilege as a member of your clan." the load voice of a male stating a challenge was all the distraction Cytria needed. Bone craft, let alone most arcane arts, had a massive drawback; the body reverted after death, and if distracted, could be disastrous for the caster, and victim alike. However, Cytria wasn't normal either and as the magic rebounded on the casters and her, her unique curse came into play reviving her almost immediately. the mages weren't so lucky, neither were the ones now trying to hold her chains.

While strong most vampires, especially younger ones didn't practice martial arts, or if they did, it was hand to hand combat. Cytria, though immortal, had spent centuries practicing her martial arts and when she learned one type went to the next. to date she knew Choi Kwang-Do (similar to Tae Kwon Do), judo, Aikido, Muy Thai, and few other unarmed combat practices as well as several armed practices including, kendo, bojutsu, and whips. It was her whip arts as well as choi Kwang-do that she used now.

it took but a moment to rip the chains from the hands of the vampires, which was already slack in their distraction, and way lay around her knocking the same vampires' heads in from the force of the whips. "ouch, even i would have trouble getting up from that for a while." Cytria murmured as she studied the mess she had made of one of the vamp's head. "sorry about that, hope they weren't too important to you"

It was obvious from her voice that she didn't give a whit about them or the importance they had to Alexander.

Regan shed no tears for the weaklings that fell at the hands of the giantess. In a blur of movement, he would send her flying out the way Regan had come with a powerful kick. She was so distracted with her own arrogance. The doors would lock behind her, being reinforced by metal bracers. Voctor sighed at the loss of such a delicious meal and turned to regard "the traitor. Hopping up on stage he would go to his pet.

Fern blankly ignored those around her, her eyes locked on Victor as She tilted her own head back. Sharp teeth would sink into her once more, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. Her toes and fingers would curl as the wicked vampire began to lick the wounds till they healed.

Victor sighed and turned to regard Regan once more, pondering over his challenge. "There must be something for you to gain from challengeing me". Looking to his pet, she would suddenly walk off stage and down the hall, deeper into VIctor's home. The wicked vampire leaned on a stone podium, he spoke softly, which was strange considering the situation "Which is more important to you, your challenge, or the girl's life?".

Fern had taken the hidden elevator, travelling down into the hellhole that is Victor's play area. When the elevator came to a stop, the doors opened to reveal a long hall with sturdy doors lining it. Crying and sadness filled the area. At the end was the worst room of all. Opening the door, a freezing gust of ar would be released. The small inu-woman wold step inside, the door closing behind her.

Uncaring of the temperature or the bodies that line the room on hooks, she would begin to set up her own area in the center of the room. Grabbing a chair. she dragged it to a free hanging hook. standing atop the cold object, she pressed the tip of the hook to the soft spot under her ribs, waiting patiently for another command.

The redhead watched in silent horror as events unfolded, though this was only inwardly. Upon his face was a cold mask, the same one he had worn when hunting down Priscilla. He knew Loki would find Fern in time, all he needed to do was distract Victor long enough for that to happen. He knew though, that the young dog-girl would be in pain so he needed to make this very quick indeed. "What in the world makes you think I came for the girl? I've been planning this challenge for years. So stop stalling and fight me you coward!" As he spoke the last part, Regan moved forward to join Victor upon his podium.

He truly wanted to rip the man apart, and now was his chance. Regan smiled a little before feinting an attack at his opponent barehanded. Mentally, the vampire was preparing himself for whatever attack might come even as he thought of what weapons he had at his disposition. Regan leaped up to kick Victor, knowing that it wouldn't work. This was a game of distraction for now, and a way of testing out the other man. So far Victor hadn't been playing seriously and Regan was planning on changing that.

Indeed, as Regan leapt to kick, victor rushed foreward, to snatch him by the ankly and use his own momentum to lob him into the podium. It would crack in half and collapse partially ontop of Regan. Walking over leisurely, he would standover his lesser. Something was off, he could tell. "Regan.... You are nearly as old as I, yet you use none of your abilities". Victor paused, looking out into the crowd for a moment "Be on your gaurd, an intruder may be here!" he seemed to his with annnoyance as he looked back to Regan.

Fern's feet were quickly turning a pale color as frostbite began to take affect. She did not shivver, her entrancement keeping her body fully under control. She leaned foreward just a small bit, the sharp point of the hook drawing a small bead of blood from her stomach.

Victor began to panic, his red eyes scanned the room for an anomoly within his domain. His attention quickly returned back to his opponent, a small amount of nervousness could be sensed off of him. He would bring his leg up to slam his heel into Regan's face, no longer wanting to continue the game out of cautious nature.

Groaning as he was thrown into the podium, the vampire waited for his moment to strike. As Victor went to kick his face, Regan grabbed the foot in question and twisted it. For added measure he sent tendrils of energy sharply up into the limb. He didn't know how Victor would react to this, or how long he would be distracted, so the redhead quickly released his opponent and ran to the other side of the stage with a smile. So perhaps this wouldn't be such an uneven match as he'd expected.

"What is it Victor, nervous? Stupid really, letting yourself get distracted by your silly thoughts without proof. As you said, I'm nearly as old as you are. I can take you without help, don't insult me." As he spoke, Regan was setting up an attack of his own. Though... It could wait till later when he was in dire need of a surprise attack. In the meantime he stood ready to dodge whatever Victor threw at him.

Victor couldn't supress his annoyance, his features turned sharp as he lept at Regan, slashing at him with curled fingers; to those who knew Victor, he seemed to have a knack for rending flesh away. "Don't mock me you bastard!" attention now fully upon his opponent, he seemed to move lightning quick with purpose. Victor would give no pause, he had been feeding all night and could keep up his rage going for quite some time.

The elevator would ding as a new figure stepped out into the play area. Victor's neko-maid would walk to the end of the hall into the freezer, in her grasp a pistol. Master had comanded her to protect the room with her very life, or another exeriment on skin removal would be conducted using her as the subject. Tears clung to the woman's eyes as she faced the elevator, shakily aiming for the center.

THe vampiric crowd seemed to watch the fight more closeley than anything else. Many argued amongst themselves who would be victorious, some even shouting. Victor would be alone in this struggle for dominance at least until those who argued actually paid attention to guarding the building. FIghts would die down as Victor's rage grew, many watched in awe; a fight between elder's was truly rare!

Loki had acted fast when Regan gave the signal. At least, Loki hoped that it had been the signal he'd waited for. If not, well they'd improvise if need be. The wolf demon moved on silent feet, to the mansion and then creeping inside it. He was a quick thing when he really wanted to be. Slipping around corners and into empty doorways whenever he thought someone might see him. Actually, avoiding the minions all around the mansion was easier than he'd thought, clearly they were distracted by the large woman, and now Regan.

When Loki last looked it seemed like the large woman was losing, he shrugged it off. He wasn't here for her, though not being able to stop and help just a little bit did nibble at his insides a bit. The demon slipped from shadow to shadow, hiding naturally in them as if he were used to slipping around and slinking around in the shadows. Fern's scent was loud and strong in his nose and he followed it. Down a hallway, to an..elevator. His intsinct told him the elevator went down. So Loki slipped into the elevator and rode it down. His tail twitched and his ears flicked a bit, the elevator dinged when it stopped. The doors opened and Loki sprinted out of them quickly. If he was ambushed down here, if the enemy were waiting for him, he would most certainly die if they trapped him in the elevator. So when the doors opened Loki was ready for that. Growling as he jumped out.

He paused, face to face with a cat girl. A maid with a gun. It certainly wasn't the ambush he had been expecting.

Smirking, Regan crouched down. It was a silly, humiliating move. With the momentum he had, Victor would trip over the other vampire and fall to the ground face first. Leaping up, Regan let fly with a shadow worked spell. It was his particular specialty. "Then pay attention," said Regan with a smirk as the shadow slipped over Victor in an attempt to block his airways. . He was still layering spell upon spell on the floor in an attempt to be prepared for later on. He had at least three of them down by now.

{Sorry it's so short!}

The cat girl's hand shook with fear as she opened fired; being untrained with a gun and scared would make her accuracy horrible. Six shots would go off, all missing the target. The woman began to sob as she realized only one round was left in the gun. Victor couldn't control her and Fern completely, shakily she pressed the gn to her temple, an almost relieved look on her tired face. She coudln't fail VIctor, punishment was always worse than death. She would clench her eyes shut tight, quickly pulling the trigger. Her body would collapse on the ground, a pool of blood leaking from her wound. Her body would twitch as death began to take the pain away, causing her to stiffen into position. .

Victor roared angrily as he kept trying to tear away the tendrils of darkness. In his blind rage, he couldn't smell the blood of his maid on the air. Soon he would break through the spell, hopping back onto his feet to continue the assault.

it hadn't taken Cytria long to react to the kick, though it was long enough to push her out the door. "sh**" she muttered when she tried the door and found it locked. she turned around and then looked up, "oh yeah, the roof" Cytria thought as she made her way up to and then through. she had to get the keys to the shackles still on her wrists and get her swords back.

"hope no one thinks im leaving those here." she mutters to her self, even as she catches a glimpse of a wolf demon... "wasn't he at the bar earlier?" she thought before shaking her head and dropping back down onto the floor inside. "sorry" she muttered to the vamp she landed on as she looked around. "there they are" moving quickly she heads to the vamps that she had first fallen, and grabbing the keys to the shackles and then her swords she looks around.

"hmn two vamps fighting, alexander and another, go other... wonder where that lady went... and the wolf boy" she smiled grimly "better check the house first"

It was time to get serious. Though satisfying, this was not nearly as bloody as he wanted it to be. With a snap of his wrist the vampire felt the hilt of his rapier fall into his waiting palm with a satisfying weight. It unfolded with the press of a button. Smiling gleefully, Regan lunged at Victor with a roar. Feinting for the man's foot, he flicked the blade up while aiming for the other's neck. He wanted to smell his blood filling the air, and see it seeping trough his clothes.

The blade found it's mark, Victor's eyes widened with fear as his own tainted blood slid down the ingenius weapon. Victor, couldn't help but smile at the irony of event as they unfolded. Dropping to his knees, the blade sliced out the side of his neck, causing his head to dangle on the opposite side, Victor's entire body seemed to dry up and shrivvel to dust, leaving only his clothing behind.

The Vampiric crowd gasped in suprise, many dispersing quickly out of the building. Cytria's presence hadn't gone unnoticed, most just didn't care anymore. Those that remained waited for Regan to speak.

Fern's mind was brought back in control of her body, tears streaming down her face as she realized where she currently was located. She would sit on the chair, holding the small wound she'd created in her trance. It had poked right through her dress, while staining the area around it with near freezing blood.

It was cold down here, colder still by the events that just occured. Loki could tell, by the way the woman held the gun that if she fired, most of the shots, probably all would miss him. He ducked, ears flat against his skull from the loud noise of the gun shots. Then it was over quickly, and perhaps Loki would have stopped the maid from killing herself, or perhaps he would have killed her himself. Though, the look of relief on her face just before she pulled the trigger nearly made Loki's heart stop. He shook his head, blood red eyes glowing slightly and he shivered a bit. Fern's scent was stronger down here, she was still here and just ahead. The wolf demon paid no attention to the other 'pets' that were down there, he wasn't here for them. Quick foot steps brought him to Fern and he gathered her gently to him. "Fern!" He held her tightly and close, but gently. Now they needed to get out, Fern in his arms, Loki turned on his heel and went back to the elevator. Taking it back up. He wasn't sure what awaited him when the doors open, would they be ambushed, would Regan be dead? No of course not. Regan was a fighter, he would win. The elevator stopped on the floor Loki had first descended from and he stepped out quickly. Ears straining for any sound that might alert him to danger.