Shadow stepped forward a bit to eye the girl. She looked harmless enough, and taking a deeper breath in no way smelled like a vampire. He sighs "what a shame." His skin itches more, he wanted so bad to find a good fight, and this mere human girl was never going to give him that. He clenched his jaw, but as a breeze blew, he caught the scent of another...a vampire was watching them. He smiles, and laughs a bit "mmm...this might be fun after all."

Kale shrugged. Yeah it was unfortunate, but at least he survived with little wear and tear. Well, not that she could see anyway. He was glad his cloak was such a dark color, it certainly didn't stain bad if he was cut up and worked well to hid injuries. "Of course it did. Those places are like cockroaches." He commented, letting the ball change to a more white color and a little larger in size so it certainly stretched a few feet in front of them.

Glancing around, he noticed the people, the yelling, the crying. It was almost like a quiet kind of insanity that seemed to fill people. Something you never noticed because the depression has you so closed off after having lost loved ones. Shuddering, he pulled his cloak tighter and moved to the female's side, easily keeping pace with her. "By the way, my name is Kale."

((Hey Kya, since I did agree to play the pysho brother, when should I post with him?))

Melena watched as a fast figure seemingly blurred its way atop of a crumbling building, the speed of an older vampire - maybe a little older then the other she knew, Altain. This vampire, yes, his speed was greater then Altains even if only by a little, but he was definitely a little older. Her eyes looked down towards her feet as a vision swept through her body.

The feeling was of something dark and cruel, twisting and turning the tides of balance and corrupting them. Glancing back up at vampire that was among the ruined building it seemed as if Melena's vision had come from his presence there. Maybe he was the dark energy - or he was related to it. Either way, Melena felt as if this man could lead her to something, maybe a mission of sorts.

Looking around quickly she saw nothing that posed any real danger, and in that moment she decided to at least approach this vampire. The worst case scenario being he was a dead end and she would go on her way. It was possible the visions was a coincidence, but there was no point in leaving anything to chance.

Stiletto heels turning in the ash in this vampires direction Melena took off in a blur, the only sign of her movement was the newly laid ash from the recent volcanic eruption - whipping up behind her violently. Quickly, she stood behind the man and glanced him over. His energy very masculine as she had suspected. "I mean to harm, I only wish to speak." Melena had a calm voice, it was always neutral and unbiased. As she stood in the presence of this man, it was clear he was indeed dark and twisted, the earth called to her in wails. They spoke of this mans cruel nature.

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That mind of a schemer always at work, Altain had found a vampire of possible relation to Cyril. Though it was only after Altain drained every drop of blood from the vampire did he learn that he knew nothing about Cyril. This vampire knew much of the slave trade though, once sold there. Wiping the blood from his mouth with his hand and licking up that blood as well the drained body was left on the outskirts of the city.

Though, the vampires ragged cloak was taken. Altain used it to cover up his more noticeable attire and walk into the city. He was a long way from where he had seen that pink haired vampire and that one named Bell. Admittedly it was nice being in a town were that annoying bell sound did not cling to every one of his movements. Though, he was brash and had an inner fire, it was admirable - but still slightly annoying. Hopefully Bell had found Altain a vampire with relation to Cyril, as Altain had not found any luck as of yet.

His figure blending into the streets that were almost ghost like it was easy to move amongst the ruined buildings. The people outside were not talkative and moved quick so that posed no threat to his being revealed. Though he had spotted several vampire hunters. None of the caliber of the woman that shot silver... but hunters none the less.

Eclipse herd the woman say she would take him. He glared slightly, until his vision blurred a bit from it. He was still heavily sedated, but he couldn't let himself be taken like this by a human. She seemed a bit different to him, but his mind would not allow him to focus at the moment. His head began to pound a bit and he felt sick from all the medicine. He attempted to push the thought of being sick out of his mind and herd a yell from one of the guards. Turning his head he saw the guards hands snapped all the way back at odd angles, seems he had managed to push more then just the thought away. As the other guards turned to the injured one in confusion and trying to help, Eclipse managed to force his body to move away and into the shadows near the cages.

As soon as the guards realized he was gone the scattered looking all over the place, and he was slowly able to sneak out the back, unfortunately that was as far as his body would allow. He leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down it, before turning his head and vomiting a bit. He felt so tired again as he wiped his mouth, and hungry. The hunger of a vampire ran through his body, he had not fed in awhile, another ruse to keep him weak enough to contain. Unfortunately even though he had managed to get outside, he knew they would probrably find him sooner or later out here anyways. He leans his head back against the wall closing his eyes. He wished for some way out of this, any way.

Bell had just smiled brightly and nodded lightly as Cyril mentioned having to take care of somethings first. Once Cyril was gone though, Bell let out a long low sigh and ran a hand through his hair. This night had become far too eventful for his tastes. Still he had a job to do, it shouldn't be too hard anyway, he could probably get Lucrese to help him find Tessa. Maybe. Still, he wasn't sure where Lucrese had gone, he could only search around blindly for so long. Certainly he would sense the pink haired woman when he got close enough, maybe. He exited the manse, fingers running over the wound Cyril had given him as he thought. The sound of silver bells followed his every movement as usual, but it was easy for Bell to ignore them when he actually had something on his mind. Serious thought didn't suit him though, and the expression on his face was deadly serious as he moved down the street. Bell moved at a brisk walk, a casual brisk walk. As if he was in a hurry but didn't really care about getting to wherever on time.