Damien shook his head. "Tried, failed, can't get out. and yes. The game doesn't end until you get off the grounds." he informed him, shaking his head. His tone was one that a person would use on a child when explaining things they couldn't understand. "There are traps, guns, animals, pits, and other things that can still harm you out here. The grass is tall for a reason." he said, giving them a slightly wicked look. The only reason they hadn't activated anything was because they were still close enough to the building, and on a beaten path. He knew that the person had died right after she'd slammed the window down on him. She had returned to the house as a hunter. "You can leave with her when your time's up. You have two years of whatever you want with her." he said, raising an eyebrow. "Since you two are part of the same game, it works out."

Aysel walked back down stairs, quickly going over the layout of the house. She was back at a window, and she began to mess with it. Her long fingers quickly felt around it and on it, wondering if there was a latch or if she'd have to try to and break it. She pressed on the glass, testing how hard it was.
Mason's eyebrows stayed slightly up. "And what happens after times up? Do we go back to normal? Or do we stay creatures forever, but just released in society?" Mason asked, his words laced with venom. "And how big are the grounds?" Mason asked, this time with less poison in his words. He ignored the tone Damien used with him.

Damien shrugged. "No idea, but I don't think you'll remain as a creature and be unleashed. Haven't heard of a huge outbreak of deaths unexplained have you? Maybe a ghost, or maybe you'll go to wherever it is you go when you die." he answered, shrugging. "Also, that's up to you if you want to leave, or stay. Sometimes, it differs in time." he said, tilting his head. Two years as the most common. "Find out yourself how big they are." he told him, rolling his eyes. "I've never felt the need to measure, but pretty big."

Laurette stood back quietly as the two men talked. She listened, her gaze falling towards the large fence. It seemed to be far away, and God knows how many traps were set to get to it. She turned around, and saw Aysel at a window trying to mess with it. The girl was too far away for Laurette to catch her attention, so she walked up beside Mason instead. "Mason." She said, her voice calm and her eyes fixed on Damien. "Don't let him talk you into going back. Katie wanted you to escape for a reason. By the looks of it, the grounds are pretty big." Her eyes glowed a little and she smirked playfully at Damien, "But I got out of the big, bad house, didn't I? Not bad for a runt like me."

Aysel watched the interaction with curious eyes. She couldn't find a latch on the window and growled under her breath. She took off the black sweater she was wearing and wrapped it around her hand. She leaned back, bringing her fist up beside her. She took a deep breath and punched the window, shattering the glass. She cursed as a piece cut through her sweater and into her hand.
Mason turned to Laurette, taking a few deep breaths. "You're right," he said quietly to her. He turned back to Damien, opening his mouth to say something. He was interrupted by the faint shattering of glass and then a loud curse. He smiled slightly and then surveyed the grounds. "We'll have to be really careful, it's probably full of traps," Mason whispered so only Laurette and Jake would hear.

Laurette nodded and looked over at the girl. "I thought the attic window was the only way out. I didn't think it was that easy." She said, raising an eyebrow. "I would have broken a window a long time ago rather than almost falling to my death."

Damien looked back down at Laurette and he smirked, nodding. "Not too bad. I would've been more impressed if you'd found it without help though." he said, shrugging. At the other girl's name he tilted his head. "So the girl's name is Katie?" he asked before he looked over at the now broken window and Aysel. "D'aww.. Now we're going to have to fix that." he said, pouting a little. "And, isn't not that easy. She got lucky. "He waved it off and grinned. "The grounds are big, and there are things, so better watch your step. Even if you reach the end, you gotta climb up, not under. Under, well.. The thing is underground as well. Up, is still dangerous. But at least you wouldn't waste time and energy with the bottom." he informed them. He wasn't really sure why exactly he was telling them, but in some way, he was a bit tired of getting more and more people in the house. It was a bit depressing.

Laurette sighed. "We did find it without help, though. Katie only made the room comfortable. We found a secret path to the attic, and followed it. Mason suggested we get out through the window. I didn't think I'd be going anywhere near that thing." She raised an eyebrow at him, eyeing him down curiously. "Besides, why are you even helping us?"

Damien stuck out his tongue at her, rolling his eyes. "I'm bored. I want to see if you guys can actually make it out." he said, half-truthfully. He was curious to see how far they got before something happened. At her explanation he shrugged. "Well, alright then I suppose. Get full credit. Congrats."

Laurette grinned at his last comment, clapping her hands. "See? Now I feel so much better." She said and winked. Now that they were outside, she felt the energy rush back into her body. It was like being sent to a harder challenge. The thought of it was thrilling. She probably could have gotten across quickly by herself, but didn't want to run off and leave the others behind. Besides, she'll need their help in the end. Turning to Mason, she tilted her head to the side. "What's our first move?"

Aysel unrolled the sweater and threw it through the opening she had made in the window. Knives fell down instantly, crashing to the ground. Aysel grinned triumphantly, glad she had avoided the trap. She opened a closet, seeing another hanging sweater. She threw that out as well, this time no traps going off. She slowly and carefully pushed out the rest of the glass, making sure not to cut herself. The window was too high up for her to climb through, so she pushed over a side table and climbed on top of it. She quickly hoisted herself through the window, doing a front flip in the air and landing swiftly on her feet. Years of gymnastics was beginning to come in handy.
Mason watched them talk for a second, surveying the land. He turned to Laurette, his mind turning quickly. "Find the closest area of fence. But we don't want to go there. That's sure to be a trap. We just need to make sure we don't go through there. The second closest should be good, but we'll need something to through over it to make sure it's not trapped. My coat should suffice." Mason said. SWISH. Mason heard the noise and glanced in the direction of it, seeing knives and a sweater fall down in front of the shattered window. He watched, intrigued, as Aysel threw herself out of it, careful to avoid the glass and knives.

((okay seriously...i can only get on once in a while and i am completely lost and have no clue what is going on so may i please have an update?))

((Mason, Jake, and Laurette made it out of the house through the attic window. Aysel was fighting Damien, but he went out to talk to the group outside. Aysel punched one of the windows through and is crawling out of it. Katie was outside the attic door.))

((okay thank you for updating me....wait why is everyone outside?))

((Welcome. Mason, Jake, and Laurette escaped. Aysel is in the process of escaping the house. Damien is outside of the house because he is talking to the three ^))

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((I will be traveling all day tomorrow and will not be able to post. My internet is also not working at my house so I will post as soon as I can.))

Kisha chuckled as she watched the preceedings. She had left them and gone invisible to track them. She was too hungry to be able to keep herself in check around them anymore. She could smell the beating blood in their bodies, could taste the sweat of their fear. As she followed, her eyes were trained on the one she wanted, the one she knew would give her the most joy to feed off of. And once this one was dead, there were questions to be answered.

Slowly she crept up on the group outside, her mind racing, dead heart pounding at the idea she was going to eat, that the hunger would finally at least be satiated enough for her to act civil again. Finally, she was behind her prey. So close, that her dead breath felt like wind on the mans back. She knew Damien could sense her. He was the only one that could, being dead with her after all.
She leaned in close to Masons ear. She spoke in their native tongue, Romania full in her blood. If any of the others heard her words, they would not be able to understand her unless they themselves spoke Romanian. "This will only hurt for a moment, brother."

With that, she thrust a clawed hand through his body, his heart in her exposed hand on the other side of his now dead corpse. She was still invisible, except for blood red eyes that were hungry and fierce, and the single hand that held the still beating heart. Even then, she loved to put on a show when she killed someone. It must be her gypsy blood. She had always liked to perform in her homeland. She yanked her hand, heart and all, back out of his body. She could smell the fresh blood. She wondered if the 'others' in the house could smell it too. She brought the heart to her mouth, inhaling deeply before taking a bite of the warm, bloody flesh, evil laughter escaping her lips as she did so.

Damien grinned and laughed, clapping a little at the performance, and at the body that now dropped to the floor, lifeless. Looking at Laurette and Jake, he smirked. "Did I forget to mention that there was another hunter among us?" he teased, looking at the spot Kisha was at, with the heart and all. "Well, you took your sweet time you know. I was getting worried." he said, smirking. He had almost thought that she had forgotten about her prey. Too bad he had died so suddenly, but now he wondered what the other three would do now. Now that they had seen one of their comrades die like that. And facing two hunters. While he did want to see how long they'd go, the blood made him a tab hungry again.

Kisha looked at Damien, fully appearing now. She almost looked like she did once. Her eyes were blood red, fangs protruded from her mouth, hands were clawed and blood dripped from the teeth and her hand. There was half a heart left. She extended the hand. Her voice only held half her accent now. "Would you like some? It's so sweet after so long." She wondered if he understood her, if he knew...she pushed the human thought from her mind as she waited for his reply. She did hope she scared the others.

Damien smirked, shaking his head. "No thanks. I don't really like the heart. Besides, there's one kid left inside the house. I plan on getting him." he said, nodding. He'd remembered the one boy that Aysel had pushed into a room. Last time he knew, the kid hadn't left, so he was an easy pick. He did nod at her comment though. "Sweeter when they think they actually have the hope of living." he said. Glancing back at the others, he smirked. Laurette, was still off limits for a little bit, since he had given her his word. Dead or not, he was a man of his word.

Kisha was about to pout but stopped herself in time. "Oh. Fine. You can have something else as a snack if you want then." She started on the heart again, her eyes flicking to the other two, alive humans, staring at them as she tore into the heart. Blood spurted a little bit at the first bite but no longer had the capacity to do so.

He smirked, patting her head as she ate the heart. He didn't really care about the blood, since he was used to it. "You need all you can get, so no hard feelings." he said, shaking his head. Looking again at the other two he smirked, "Think you can keep an eye on them for a minute?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her again. He was going to get his own snack, and felt that she could keep them busy for the moment he was gone.

Kisha's eyes flicked back at him. She slurped the remainder of the heart and swallowed. "Your leaving so soon?" She pretended to look all hurt, which in her current state made her look gruesome. Of course, he didn't know that she actually didn't want him to go. She really did want to share with him. "Yeah, I suppose I could. They won't be able to get away in any case. Have fun playing."

Damien grinned at her expression and nodded. "Don't worry, I'll be back." he said before patting her head, and taking out the knife he'd acquired. "I'll get you another heart if you'd like it." he offered, tilting his head and looking at her questioningly.

Kisha hated it when he patted her head. Hated it enough to want to pound him into the ground. She wasn't a kid. But she smiled a little. Then wished she hadn't looked at him again. He was adorable when he cocked his head to the side like that. The smile disappeared for only a second before it returned. "I would love that, if you don't want it. Though you should at least have a bite since it would be your kill."

Damien nodded, giving a very small shrug before smirking wickedly as he licked her lips. Licking his own lips, since he removed some of the blood from her eating the heart, he smirked again."Had some blood there." he teased , knowing it'd cause an amusing reaction from her. Sadly, he didn't want to risk her hitting him from that so the moment he did it, he disappeared, heading back to the inside of the house, in the same room that the boy had been in. The poor kid was scared out of his mind, seeing someone just pop in with the knife.