OOC: okay so this is an rp for vampires obviously. so, be fair, and when joining, have a paragraph descibing your character.

IC: Syra walked the streets, her shoes tapped along the cobblestone streets. A slight breeze blew her black hair in the wind. Her eyes were violet, deep and inticing. She was 17, about 5'8 and seemed to walk with pride. Dark eyeliner made her eyes seem to pop out giving her a more dominent look about her despite her age. She loved this part of England, it was as though frozen in history with the old buildings and streets. Syra ran her tongue over her fangs. She knew it was time to find a victim, the full moon was coming and like every vampire, she needed to feed before it was over. She walked towards an alley and hid in the shadows waiting for a victim to come strolling along.

Kirsten is a vampire, she's been wondering the planet looking for a best friend or group to hang out with. Her parents died when she was just a child. She has been alone ever sence. Except her sister is on the human side. And won't except her vampire sister. Kirsten has blond hair, but it changes according to her mood. Her eyes only have five colors, according to her mood as well. But the main color vilote.

Flyte scanned the streets for anything that might serve as a threat. After coming to the conclusion that all was as dead as he was, he crept out from the alley, and into a dull streetlight. In the split second that he was under the orangeish glow of the light, nobody would have been able to see his pitch black hair slicked back. Nobody would have been able to see his large, threatening figure. Nobody would have seen his large black trench coat that billowed as if it were a cloak. Nobody would have been able to see his fangs. Nobody would have known he was a vampire. Nobody except for the hunters around the corner.

As Flyte rounded the street corner, he saw a squadron of The Hunters setting up a road block. As quickly as he could, he squatted down behind a large dumpster to stay hidden, hoping nobody saw him. It didn't matter if nobody on that end of the street saw him, there was another truck with bright LED lights coming up the other street. The truck came to a sudden stop, and many armed men jumped out and took cover behind the doors.

"Hold it right there leech!" The man that was driving called out. Now there was no place to go. The men on the other side of the street noticed the comotion, and they too sent a small number of men after him. They were all armed. They were all against him. They were all human.

Jumping as high as he could, Flyte took off after the man who insulted him. Wrapping his arm around the man's neck, he took his gun from his hand and fired at the other humans. The gunshots rang out against the buildings of the empty, silent city, and the flash of the gun barrel lit up the night.

After Flyte used up all of the man's bullets, he whispered in his ear, "I'll teach you to insult me."

Flyte cracked the mans neck in half, but didn't kill him. The man was in intense pain, but couldn't move because of the broken neck. Squatting down next to him, Flyte read the man's name tag out loud with a slight hiss to it.

"Johnson. Catchy." He punched Johnson straight in the jaw, and looked up just in time to see more military men firing at him. Leaving his last victim on the road, Flyte jumped into the driver seat of the car that Johnson was in, and hit the gas pedal, not worrying about closing the door.

The men setting up the road block jumped out of the way as the truck came speeding twoards them at speeds of about fifty miles an hour, and gaining fast. At the last second, Flyte punched his way out of the top of the truck, and leapt behind a nearby building as the truck went up in flames.

More military officials began exiting nearby buildings and opening fire on Flyte. He jumped behind another dumpster and hid until they began to reload. When the did, he advanced down the alley. Once behind a building, he used the fire escape to quickly climb to the top of it. From there, he leapt into the air and began to do combat with the men. Gunshots rang out. Gun barrels lit up. What a night it was.

Miu sat on the side of a bridge as she watched the sunset. Her grey eyes stood in harmony with her black hair. She idly twisted one of the three piercings in her right ear as she watched the water. She had gotten tired of being alone and had heard that the vampires in England tended to be more...outgoing. She was close to 50 but only appeared 18. She was on the shorter side only 5'5. She looked down at the water sadly. She was so tired of being by herself.

Flyte stood in total pride as he lifted his face to the sky. His body was drenched in blood. The blood of humans. He began to laugh a loud, horrifying laugh. His fangs shone brightly despite the lack of light for them to reflect. He looked down as one of the bodies began to squirm and get away from him. He squatted down and grabbed the man by the hair of his head and lifted him to his feet.

"I'll give you thirty seconds to run away, then I'm going to chase you. If you get away, you'll live. If I catch you, you'll die."

He let go of the man's head and he ran as fast as he could away from Flyte. He ran into the alley. Into the shadows. They were so stupid when they were on the edge of dying. Flyte glanced down at his watch.

"...29, 30..."

Jumping high into the air, Flyte jumped to the end of the alley and caught the man off guard. Throwing a right hook, the man's fist connected with Flyte's face as he took off again. In all his anger, Flyte leapt at the man and tackled him. He lifted the man up and slammed him into a nearby wall.

"How dare a simple-minded bag of flesh such as yourself touch me!"

With that being said, Flyte threw the man across the alley into another wall. He then threw the man back into the street, jumped on him, and broke his neck. From there, he dragged the body into the alley and began to feast. If more humans happen to have heard the gunshots and drove by and saw Flyte feasting on the man's neck, he would've been done for.

Hearing the commotion nearby Miu left her spot to investigate. She soon came upon the bodies. She glanced at them with an emotionless expression before continueing to the current noise. She came upon another vampire. He seemed to be in the middle of a feeding so She leaned against a wall and crossed her arms. She watched patiently one of her eyes covered by her hair. He clearly outsized her but for some reason Miu wasn't cincerned about an attack. Stupidity maybe.

Flyte stood up and looked up to see someone else standing before him. If she was human he would mutilate her. If she was vampire he might share his feast with her. Standing to his full height, he wiped the blood from his mouth and stared at her.

"Human or kin?" He cocked his head to the side slightly and continued to stare.

She smiled the moon gleamed dangerously off of her fangs. She pushed off the wall keeping her arms croosed. "Kin? I've never been asked that before. But as I'm sure you've guessed I'm not human."

Kirsten heard all of it, she walked to go see.

Syra was leaning against the alley wall, the damp brick felt cool against her bare pack. Suddenly she heard gun shots and screeching of tires. With a blink of an eye, Syra had arrived seeing bodies scattered on the ground. "My my." she said as she ran her fingers through the blood of one of the men. She looked at a name tag. "Johnson.. hmmm" She put the blood inside her mouth licking her fingers clean. She then walked down the street to see if she could find the one who had done it.

She hadn't walked far before she saw a man, much stronger than she of course drenched in human blood. She smirked and then lifted herself up into the sky to side precariously on a lamp post. One of her legs swung down making the light dim. "Aw, I see more of you every day." she said. Her british accent was heavy which meant she had been there all her life. Which was actually pretty long.

Kirsten walked away from the group to go find her own prey. She found a group of drunk young men. She walked past them into the ally and whispered in the most beuitiful voice she could use. Three guys walked in, she was on the wall.
"My do you smell divin" She jumped down onto all three of them, and made her bites to the neck.

Miu looked up at the new female. "Well this is quite the crowded area isn't it? I must say throughout most of my travels I'm lucky to see one other." She studied the other female quickly, there was a height difference but nothing else to indicate an ovely difficult fight. Miu toyed with the choker at her neck. The smell of blood was making her anxious. She hadn't fed in awhile but that was normal for her. She didn't enjoy whar her 'diet' required of her. She forced her eyes away from the crimson liquid to focus on the other two.

Syra jumped down from the lamp post, landing delicately on her feet. She looked up seeing the full moon was on its way. It was soon going to be time to feed. The smell of blood was overwhelming and would soon attract others , not just vampires, but hunters as well. "Why not, you two join me. I know these parts and my place is close by. It might be best to get out of the open." She grinned, her fangs gleamed.

Flyte centered his head and stared at the new vampire. She was, for lack of a better word, odd. He walked past her and back out into the street. Looking up and down the street, he decided that there wasn't anyone else around. He then looked up at the newcomer on the lamp post. Turning back on his heel, he looked at both of the vampires.

"I am Flyte. This is my feast. Help yourself." With that being said, he bowed at the waist and crossed his right arm over his chest. He was raised to show respect, diginity, and class twoards women. Despite the fact he was covered in blood and had been caught feasting on a human as if he were some kind of animal, he still needed to be polite. You never knew what vampires were capable of these days.

Kirsten walked out from the shadows.
"I kinda got some more." She said in normal voice.

Flyte stood up to his full height again. He was much bigger than the other vampires, which had it's ups and downs. He would be stronger by far, but he would also be harder to hide if they were ever traced down by hunters. Considering pros and cons, he licked the blood off his fingers, starting with his right thumb. After he finished tasting the blood, he answered.

"I wouldn't mind the company of two lovely women. And besides, we could accomplish great things together. Just from looking at you I can tell you are swarming with power. Grace, beauty, strength. Sure. I'll join you."

Flyte smiled ear to ear, picked up a heart from a dead body, and bit into it. The blood splattered onto his face. He chewed and ate the heart, then wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve.

Syra walked towards Flyte. She traced her finger down his face onto his chin. She then licked the blood from it, savoring the taste. "Well then, Why not bring this feast with us? Or better yet, just the hearts. They are much more satisfying then the entire body." She looked around seeing another female vampire. The group was getting bigger and she could just imagine the joy this would bring to a hunter. She reached down to grab a heart out of another victim on the ground. "My pad is this way if you all wish to join." She began walking down the street, slowly drifting towards the shadows.

Kirsten didn't trust boys that much. She blushed at what he had said. "Ok, and theres more then meets the eye." She said in a flirty, you can't have this kinda way.

Chills were sent down Flyte's back as the vampiress caressed his face and licked the blood from it. He loved beautiful vampiresses that weren't afraid to come into contact with him. He smiled as she mentioned bringing the hearts to her house. As she began to walk away, he followed. Soon after, he caught up with her. He could hear something. A quick thuding noise. Louder and louder it got. He stopped, looked into the sky and whispered to himself.

"...Hunters..."


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The nametag read, "Patterson." The man's full name was Gill A. Patterson. The, "A," didn't stand for anything, it just sounded cool. He sat in the back of the truck, loading his gun, ready to do combat. It was a squadron of three vehicles, each containing fifteen men. They had heard distress calls from the other squad and responded as soon as possible. Standing to his feet, Gill addressed his men.

"Alright men, we're up against a tough one. This leech managed to take out four small squads of our best men. Johnson was one of them." There was an awkward silence as Gill let that sink in. Johnson was one of the best men aside from Gill and one other. "Hopefully that explains how strong this thing is. That's why they've sent us, the largest squad that has ever been sent to a vampire attack in this city. We're here to get the job done and get out. Leave the clean up to the newest recruits."

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Flyte let out a long sigh. He was going to eat well tonight. Placing his hand on the vampiresses shoulder, he turned her around slowly.

"Hunters are coming. Loads of 'em. You want to take 'em or leave 'em?" His personality always seemed to change before a fight.

Kirsten's eyes narrowed and turned black.
"Letssss take those son of a bitchs down." She said as her hair turned red.