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Cade smiled in relief at his words and moved over to sit at a seat near him while he worked. Obviously keeping her space so he's got room to work but she rather not sit on the other side of the room. As he asked his question, she sighed and looked away. "I was hoping that wouldn't of been asked but I suppose I should tell you. You see, my family isn't really the richest of households. My mother worked hard in her art shop, I tried to get a few pieces by singing and playing my violin and well..my mother refused to allow my younger sister to work. She was too young at the time to know what to do anyhow."

Cade rubbed the back of her head, staring at the floor while thinking back to the event that took place. The one she was coming up to. "My father usually wasn't hope til late so we weren't home to keep my younger sister, Ninette entertained. Not wanting her home alone, my mother spoke with the neighbor shop owner who said she knew of a werewolf who had just found an abandoned wolf on his way back to Ulnaus. He couldn't keep it entertained so it was given to Ninette. She constantly went over to the werewolves house to learn more about how to take care of a wolf. I suppose that's how her love of werewolves came along."

Losing track of the entire reason for the werewolf attacks, she blushed. "Anyways." Obviously the girl missed her sister. "One day my dad came home earlier than normal, but he wasn't alone. He was thrown into our house by a pack of werewolves. Frightened, my mother told me to go to my room." Cade's eyes closed a moment, a tear shedding down her face to make a wet design in the dried blood. "Apparently my father had gambled his way into dept several months ago and they kept adding on interest until it got paid. It wasn't.."

Her voice trailed off, her body leaning back carefully against the seat. She winced due to a bruise on her body. "I never went to my room, instead I was sitting at the top stair and peaking down into the first room. The next thing I knew, the wolves slaughtered both my mother and father. No hesitation at all. Luckily my sister was at the werewolves house so she did not see this. The leader of the pack looked up and looked me right in the eye, grinning his bloody muzzle at me and told me this wasn't the last time I'd see him."

As she said this, she twisted around and lifted her shirt up to reveal her back. It was recently bruised up but four distinct gashed were marked deeply into her back. Nasty scars. "He wasn't lying. In order to keep my sister safe, I told her that her parents had to go to the medical center at Iejir as they fell ill. To keep it more believable, I would hide saying I was visiting them until a couple of months later told her they finally passed. I had to raise my younger sister on my own until she came old enough to travel. Trusting the wolf she still keeps at her side, I allowed her to go her seperate way. I felt the werewolf pack would be coming after me soon and I didn't want my sister involved. And now..here I am. Scared to death as werewolves.." She paused, looking up at Karl. "No offense."

This time Karl was listening. "None taken." he said, slowly continuing his work. He was shocked, however, at her story. It was a wonder why she wasn't afraid of him, or any other werewolf for that matter "And now they're dead, so that means you're off the hook now right?"

Luric walked heavily in the heavy storm.He was about ten miles away from Lejir.The storm was coming down heavier then earlier it must be collecting force from the ocean.This put Luric in a more bad of a mood.He saw a group of run down bandits walking down the path.He could tell they were huamn from the heat coming off their body.He overheard one talking.

"They killed Bul!We need a new leader."

Luric was going to take his rage out on these weak human.He stepped in the way of the six bandits.One bandit stopped and looked at him in confusion.

"Move!!"-He said

Luric didnt make a noise he just stood there with his black hood pulled over his face.

"Dont you know who we are....were the red axe gan......"

The bandit didnt finish his sentence.

His head came clean off his neck.Luric had a whip of pure magic in his hand and was as sharper then a fine blade.The purple cord dissapeared.

"Ge....Get em!"-One of the bandits said pulling out a short sword.

They all charged Luric.A large wave of blue energy shot from Luric sending the bandits back.

"He...he's changeing."-One of the bandits said getting off his back.

The black hooded man's cloak began to move into diffrent objects.The Bandits got back up and charged before Luric could finish his spell.One Bandit hit Luric in the chest with a sword.The sword cracked in half, a large 10 ft shadow towered over the weak men.A large black bear howled in front of their faces standing on his hind legs.With a swift strike the bear knocked another bandits' head off.The bear lifted one bandit of the ground with one arm and ripped his arm off from the socket before the bear threw him into the darkness that swollowed the land.In a minute all the bandits were massacred.Except for one,one bandit took of running crying now Luric switched back to his regular form.Luric was behind the bandit in secounds he grabbed the bandit by the shoulder.Luric's fangs ripped into the bandits neck.The bandit struggled but then layed limpless.Luric snapped his neck so he wouldnt come back as a vampire.He wiped the blood from his mouth and continued his journey to Ulnaus.

Cade straightened her shirt up and twisted right in her seat. She slumped down into it to allow her head to tilt back and rest against the back of the chair. At his question, she breathed in a sigh and shrugged her shoulders. "I sure hope so. Even if I am, I can't face my sister with that story. I've lied to her this entire time. I don't want that to shatter all she did for those werewolves. She's the one who takes the long travel back and forth to deliver them their cases of antidote to reverse the reaction to silver."

Her eyes slowly closed, listening to the melodic clanking of the blacksmith tools. Anything that made noise she was able to turn into music. Soon her lips pursed together and she began humming softly to the beat of the tools.

(this is not canon to Vlad right now its just a story of his background.....im bored)



"Vlad come on!"-Vlads dad said

Vlad was just a small child here about 17 but to humans he looked 10.Vlads dad was a man named Kilma a mighty Wolf and respected leader as one of the captains in the Wolf army.It was a hot summer day in their farmland.Vlads mom named Vallery who was cooking the supper for them.

Vlad transformed into his werewolf form and charged his dad.His dad didnt even transform training was common with Vlad and his father.His dad was still in his human form he just gave Vlad a wry smile.Vlad jumped threw the air to tackle his dad but his dd moved out the way and grabbed his right arm and threw him to the ground.Kilma put alittle bit of force behind it.

"Ow dad!"

"Ha ha ha good job son you are progressing.Im very proud of you."

Kilma helped Vlad get off the ground,Kilma was well built for his age he and Vlad shared the same jet black hair.Vlad stared into his dark golden eyes with amazement.Vlad changed back into his child form.Kilma lifted Vlad off the ground and ave him a piggie back ride home.

"Come on my tough men"-Vallery said in sarcastic tones.

"Comeing mom!"-Vlad said running to his mom

She gave him a big hug and gave Kilma a gentle kiss.

"Son we gotta do something about those white hairs,your going to look like a old man at age 200 hundred."-His dad said laughing.

Vallery gave Kilma a shove with her elbow.Vlad's mom had golden blond hair so it was a wierd gene only vlad had in the family.They sat down at the dinner table his mom made a rpasted duck with a side of vegetables and soups.Vlad finished his meal quickly he was starving during his training session with his dad.

"Alright time for bed."-Vallery said to Vlad

"Yes mom"-Vlad said in his cheery voice.

Vlad was inside his dark room his door was cracked and he could hear his parents talking.

"Vlad should be a warrior not some medic helping people."-Kilma said to his wife getting the dishes off the table.

"So you want him to be a warrior and go of to wars to kill?"-Vallery said in a harsh tone

"There is a war going on which have lasted for awhile now.We need warriors in the future."-said Kilma

Kilma sat down in his chair with a look of sadness on his face.His wife came over to him and kissed him on the forehead.

"Whats wrong honey?"-said Vallery

"They want me to lead a army of soldiers into the southernlands to aid us in this war."-Kilma said in a stern tone.

"Vlad isnt going to like this,he looks up to you with much respect."-Vallery said sadly.

"I'll break it down to him."

Vlad had tears forming in his eyes his dad just got back from a previous mission he had only been there for a week.Their wooden door was slammed open.Kilma got up off his chair with his wife a group of what seemed like human began to run threw the place.

Kilma and Vallery transformed to protect themselves and their home.Vallery and Kilma began to lift off the ground.They had a look of confusion on their faces and man in black robes walked into the house he had long silver hair atleast down to his back.And red eyes like the blood moon.A purple whip formed around his hand he whipped it at Kilma and Vallery it sliced them both in half.Vlad rushed from his room tears running down his face he jumped at the black hooded man.The man's reflexes were not normal he caught Vlad by the throat in mid air.He chuckled at Vlads failed attempt to kill him.

"A wolf cub was going to kill Luric the merciless?"-The man said in a jokeing tone.

The group of men he was with began laughing.

"Sir they are dead we should kill him to."-One of the men said

"No i will do something worse."-Luric gave Vlad a scar across his chest with his whip it was some symbol.

"For as long as you live this scar shall never be healed the pain will give you focus."

Luric dropped the child to ground.vlad grabbed his chest in pain.It was the worst pain Vlad had ever felt.

"The pain shall remain intill you die or kill me.You will never know love or happiness i shall haunt you threw your dreams you will never forget about me."

The man had a demonic look on his face.The men laughed and ran out the house with super human speed.Vlad looked over the corpse of his parents he gave them a proper burial and ran out the house.He didnt know were he was going but he would find revenge against the vampires.

"I'm sure you'll work it out with her." Karl swayed left and right, nodding in time with the hammering and Cade's humming. It was soothing, and he let out a small sigh. "It's going to be nice having you around for a while Cade." He looked outside the window to see the sun still just barely over the rooftops, he never really took time to do things anymore. But now he was relaxed, he felt as though he were sleeping, even though he was still hammering away at the axe. It was nice.

"You should probobly get some sleep." He said. "Go ahead and sleep down here if you want, I'll be here for a while."

Cade smiled at his words but only that as she continued to softly hum. However her hums softened to nothing at all as her body began to relax, falling into a deep slumber. Her body wouldn't be able to sit in this position this long in the chair but at the moment she was relaxed. Having Karl as company was surprisingly soothing to her, even with her fear of werewolves. She felt...protected, to say the least. And with the clanging of his tools, the biggest hint that Karl was still standing beside her, she had fallen quickly to sleep.

Karl realized that his words were falling on deaf ears. Cade had already fallen asleep. He smiled to himself as he continued working, even without the soothing humming to keep in time with. It would take him another couple of hours at least to finish this up, but he'd probobly stay down here the whole night anyway.

Mm. Haha. Nearly 9:00pm and the town besides the guards seem to be asleep. All accept for the vampires and the occasional person who lacked sleep. Perhaps I should give them a sleeping potion..to make them sleep for a VERY long time. Laasya's deep hypnotizing eyes peaked out from underneath her heavy cloak. She could hear the thunder rolling closer to town, causing her to grin. She loved storms and it seemed her week here will start pleasant from the sounds of it.

The demonologist sat side saddled on a demonic looking horse. His feet were flames, striking the stone ground causing sparks to fly up. His coat was a deep almost black red like his masters lips were. Throughout his body, where his master wouldn't get hit by one, spikes shot out from his body to make him look more intimidating. His eyes were not eyes but flames, making it confusing how such a beast could see.

Wrapped around the womans shoulders was a heavy looking albino python, resting comfortably like a living giant necklace. Strutting rather seductively beside the demonic beast Laasya rode was a succubus. Her hair was down mid back, colored a colorless black. Her eyes were also black and her skin was a blood red with black flame looking tattoos coming up her arms and legs. Clamped tightly in one hand was a thick bull whip and in the other was an oversized scythe that obviously didn't belong to her. No actually it belonged to her master.

Both succubus and the demonologist who controlled her nodded casually towards the guards as they made it to Cnros District. Finally, we're here. Laasya said something in demonic, causing the horse and succubus to stop. As both stopped, she slid off the tall demon horse and grabbed her scythe from the succubus. She pulled a key from her pocket, unlocking the shop and allowing the succubus to enter.

Before the woman entered, however, she twisted around and in one fluid motion stabbed the demonic horse she once rode. The horse didn't wince nor did he cry out in pain, instead the demon dissolved into blackness and sucked up into the scythe. The scythe's eyes lit up as if alive before the light disappeared. Laasya smirked and stepped into her Alchemist shop to begin setting it up for her week's stay here.

Alexander walked down the stairs into the main room of the shop, looking closely at his left hand where one of the Werewolves had scraped it; there was a scar mark along the palm. "Damn... This ruins whatever I wanted to do to my hand today... No magic, no smithing until I can fix the ruin mark. Have to rely on this staff today, fun fun." Alexander nodded slowly as he walked over to the door to keep it locked; he walked back over to his work table and pulled out a vial of a strange elixir before pouring it over the hand.

Riel rested against the tavern wall as she watched Vlad talking to Ninette, shaking her head slowly with a smirk and her fangs showing. "Typical guy, sees a pretty girl and goes straight for them. Never waits to know the person, always wants to sleep with them." She didn't care if Vlad could hear her speaking, hell, she didn't care if he took offense to it. Riel walked towards the bar with a smirk, ordering something in whispers to the barkeep.

Riel picked up the mug he handed her while she handed him a small bag of coins. Slowly she walked over to the table Vlad and Ninette were sitting at, with a smirk she sat the mug down on the table only this time it was filled with water instead of ale. "Mind if I join you?" A pale hand moved to brush some of the crimson hair that had fell over her right eye, revealing the rune etched over it. "I mean, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

((Jaenelle is in Ulnaus City, Hemata District))

Jaenelle had been walking down the streets of Hemata District, bored out of her mind for the past hour. Not a single person that walked by had anything precious or valuable enough for her to try and pick their pockets. Every other building seemed to bland together so much they were alike and uninteresting. Her mind was a mixed swirl of thought. Why the hell did I come back here again? She thought to herself. With a soft sigh, she kept her large hood over her head and kept on walking, hoping that the storm would come at last. The thunder, lightning and heavy rain were always satisfying to her, for whatever reason it might be.

The vampire's constant steps came to an alt when a tavern caught her attention. Night was closing in, this place seemed to have bedrooms for rent... A small smirk curved Jaenelle's lips to the thought of sleeping travellers with shiny goods. Without hesitation she walked inside, looking as casual as one can be. She was surprised to find the place being rather quiet.

She walked towards the stairs, keeping her eyes on the few people in the tavern and with one quick motion disappeared up to the second floor. Her gaze scanned the closed doors while she listened. Jaenelle felt her instinct drag her over to a specific one, where she could hear someone's constant breathing. That prooved they were sleeping. Marvelous.

She took a dagger out of her right leather boot and slowly pushed on the side of the door near the knob. Playing with it up and down for a few seconds, she eventually managed to click open the lock and smiled to her success. She opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind her without a single noise. In complete silence she observed the person on the bed. It was a man. He had white messy hair and a pale skin. A vampire?

Suddenly, she felt herself fall in some kind of trance or hypnosis. Jaenelle's eyes rested on the man's lips. He must have drank recently, because she could still smell it. She hadn't drank in the last 12 hours, nor had she eaten anything. The scent was alluring. She wanted to step closer and have a taste. By then, she'd completely forgotten why she walked in the vampire's room to begin with.

[Havelock is in Cnros District, Ulnaus]

There were six dead men on the road to Ulnaus that day. Decapitated, shredded, eviscerated. Marks on the neck meant vampires. Broken spine meant angry vampires. Even one sword had been shattered. Bandits by the looks of things; whatever had conducted the massacre had likely done Eli a favour in removing them but still... Six dead men on the road to Ulnaus. It was unsettling.

The carnage weighed heavily on his mind as he strode through the town, silver-capped cane tapping out a rhythm on the cobblestones. Tension was in the air, the roads were becoming dangerous. There was a time when he would have laughed off such worries but these days the journey itself was a struggle, he was in no state to battle mobs of sword-proof bloodthirsty vampires. Night was drawing on. The noise and laughter of the taverns rose and fell, a background buzzing in his ears. His leg hurt.

Apothocary shops in Ulnaus opened late. Witches and demonologists were night-time people. With a bit of luck a handfull of silver could buy a pinch of magic to dull the ache in his leg. Eli stopped at the first one he found, knocked the door open with a swipe from his cane and strode through the doorway.

His eyes adjusted to the gloom.

Either fashion in Ulnaus had taken a racy turn while he was away or he had discovered the only Apothocary shop owned by a succubus. Interesting.

Havelock's eyes narrowed as he took in more of the room. The shop was well stocked and clean, bottles upon bottles stacked the shelves from floor to ceiling. A proffesional alchemists like this would easily stock what he needed, he just had to deal with the demon behind the counter without losing his wits, his soul or, worse, his trousers. There was some hope. The cloak hung up beside the door suggested the demon wasn't the only creature around.

"First you can tell me who the rest of the "we" is. For some unguessable, improbable reason I don't feel comfortable buying from a creature who's very purpose is to mislead, seduce and lie. It's why I rarely deal with women. Demons are another matter entirely." Eli stepped further into the shop, looking over a low table adorned with stoppered jars and sealed vials.

"Second, I want a series of ingredients and reagents to be used for vital research but I need your most powerful opiate-based painkiller in stock - to be used for my own personal enjoyment." He stepped closer to the desk, pushing heavily on his cane to dull the shooting pains in his leg. He reached the counter, placed his hands flat upon it and met the Succubus' gaze eye to eye.

"Third, move the snake. I hate snakes. Hun."

Eli watched intently as the woman summoned a wrought-iron ladder from the air itself, geniunely suprised. "Nice trick, you must save a fortune in stepladders." He turned back to the Succubus, chatting as Laasya climbed the ladder and retrieved the jar. "I had an uncle who could pull his sword from across the room like that. Used it to fetch the salt at the dinner table till he pulled too hard and knocked himself in the head." He demonstrated with his cane, swishing it through the air.

The owner drew back his attention, "It seems I have just the item you need and perhaps the various reagents you want but would you swallow your pride to deal with the woman who owns this very shop?"

Havelock stared back, eyes twinkling. The woman, whoever she was, was damn powerful, smart enough to summon and control a succubus, could likely kill him on a whim and was currently furious. And to think he had almost walked past this shop and gone straight to a tavern, what an adventure he'd have missed! "My pride? I'd swallow a hedgehog for a few drops of laudanum. I can get pride anywhere, but the laudanum is one shelf up. And from where I'm standing, you take one more step up that ladder and I'm looking up your skirt." He smiled cheerily, "Like I said, I can get pride anywhere but that's an experience of a lifetime."