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Sage stood atop a thirty story office building in the middle of the city. Night had just passed over the city, and yet he could already smell the blood of various creatures of the night. His red eyes flared as a smile formed on his face. He tossed off his black duster, revelaing he was wearing goth, teenagerish clothes with weapon belts around his waist. His eyes glowed red as he walked closer to the edge of the building. The red lights illuminated his body as he looked down at the activity in the street below. He spread his arms and let himself fall forward. The air rushed around his body as he fell down the side of the building. He watched the reflection of himself in the glass windows of the building as he fell ten stories, then fifteen stories.. When he was at the tenth floor he did a flip so that his feet came first. Then, he hit the ground... Wind rushed from the spot where he landed, and a crater formed under his feet. He stood up straight and looked around, making sure noone noticed what he had done.. There were a few idle humans who had noticed, but didn't seem to care, other than that noone had noticed. "Well then, let's get things started."

Froid Toko AKA Myou Hana walked around in the dark night of the city,she was dressed up in her usual dark clothing get up that she brought from her homeland, Japan and her deep dyed pink hair. She walked around bored, usually she would be attacking humans right now to feed of,but somehow tonight she had no feeling to do that,unless a human go there mad somehow. Her last victim got her sick, his blood was tainted heavily, Myou hated that when she catch one like that,she only likes pure untainted blood that's how she was. But not many of those exist around anymore which made her mad and annoyed with this events.

Fugen Mutisme AKA Akemi Asuma was at the bar he worked at, he worked either during the day or at night. That day his boss told him to work at night he didn't want to complain about it so he accepted. He was mixing drinks and serving them to customers,sadly he was getting hunger and not for food but for blood so his control was very unstable inside this bar,there were many humans in here and it made him crave there blood. Akemi tried his hardest to keep his cold dark personality in and not let out but it was hard, he spotted a girl with blonde hair that kept eying him, he wanted to go to her and suck her dry but he couldn't do it publicly so he decide when he was at his lunch break he would do that crime in the back of the bar.

Misa Higarashi walked happily through the city, it was all a facade so a guy would pick her up and she could just kill him. Misa looked like an innocent girl, she was but at night her demonic side took over her and she loved to kill man or guys that hit on her. it just brought excitement to her whole body when they begged for there lives. Of course Misa didn't care for them, she was a pure evil monster at night while in th day she was a harmless innocent girl, guess her lycan side was the cause of her demonic side. Misa knows how she is at night but could care less she knew it was a part of her and she didn't want to do anything about it.

Elle closed her eyes, the man's scent was fresh, but so many others were too. An elf girl piqued her interest, but she wasn't going to let this guy go.
It wasn't the fact that he had raped two schoolgirls that she was following him, and it wasn't that he got away with it, it was the fact he tried to hit on Elle on the way out. Talk about cheek!

Within a few seconds, Elle was behind him, and with a single blow to the back of the head, knocked him out cold. The girl he had been chatting up screamed and ran as fast as her heels would let her.
Elle laughed, the sound of which filled the alleyway.

Elle stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The blood had been somewhat tainted, he'd been drinking or taking something earlier in the day, but it did the job. She frowned as she glanced down at her blood splattered shirt, the scarlet standing out against the white. Maybe it hadn't been the best color to wear. She kicked the body once more before she left, heading home to get changed.

A familiar figure dropped from a building, causing a crater underneath him. Trust Sage to make an entrance.

Cye opened his eyes. The water around him automaticly moved away from him in waves as if pushed by a strong wind. There he was, crouching in the middle of a very deep lake.. But he wasn't just swimming or floating, the soles of his feet were square on the water's surface as if it was as solid as marble. Cye gave a deep, discontented sigh as he stood up straight and stretched a bit. His meditation had been interrupted by the sudden noises that usually came with the curtain of black that was called night, along with the smell of heavy amounts of blood all around him. He looked up as the clouds parted and silver moonlight washed over the lake. His eyes glowed with a faint silver light and his muscles tensed as he breathed in slowly and deeply. He directed his veiw forward and slowly began the short walk to shore..

Victoria watched as the last humans left the restaurant.She closed the restaurant then sat down at one of the tables by the black tinted windows.She watched as the streets emptied,humans rushing back home.The smell of human blood lingered in her nose as she recalled what had happened that day.One of the chefs in her restaurant had accidentally cut himself.The minute Victoria smelled and saw the blood on his hand,she almost lunged at him.Victoria went back to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine and went back to her seat and continued watching the humans rush by.

"Dammit, I hate the night time," Kaname spoke softly. He was hurrying down the street to make it home before the whole city was covered by the night. His acute smell started picking up human smells from everywhere. "Damn, I've got to hurry," as he covered his nose. His eyes started to turn red, the hairs on his body started to proturded rapidly. As the sky started to darken more and more, Kaname fell to the ground before he could get to his house. "Noooooooo," he screamed. His nails started to rapidly grown. His face changed shaped and grew at least 45 cms. The shine of his his steel claws glited when the moonlight touched. His blood eyes stared at the moon when he howled the city could hear. He jumped high into the air, on top of a build sniffing out who his victim would be tonight.

Fletcher was having a good night. Already he had thwarted the plans of an overanxious warlock, and sent him back to the drawing board with his attempts to rule the world.

The bar vaguely smelled like dried intestines, but Fletch was sure that was why it had the majority of it's patrons. The vampire gazed around cheerfully through the gloom at the other sad sacks sulking around here tonight. Always a few werewolves feeling sorry for themselves, maybe some elves preening their golden locks in the corner, and some vampires slinking around hoping for an easy meal.

Fletch's slate-gray eyes followed the disheveled warlock as he gathered his things and made for the door. Poor guy, he had forgotten his jacket. Fletch almost hopped off the stool to chase the idiot down, but held himself back. To hell with it.

The conversation had been a short one. Like most egotistical morons, the warlock named Steve had been only too eager to share his plans.

"So when you take over the world..." Fletch had set down the thick ream of papers after reading through Steve's initial agenda, "...How are you planning on taking care of everyone? Managing things? Preventing an upsurge and your own unfortunate demise? Because, you know, if the humans don't object to being ruled by a warlock I'm pretty sure there are other nasties who would."

"Er--"

"Another thing, you don't have enough starting capital to make your first step work. I mean, this assumes a whole lot of variables that border on the edge of fantasy. And, well, you and I should know fantasy. Because we're, well, mythical creatures."

"I hadn't thought of...I'll just....I'll just destroy the world!"

"Ohhh...one of those guys." The one thing Fletch hated besides the angsty annoying types were the ones that figured that logistically it made sense to destroy the world and everyone in it. Just for kicks. It had taken the vampire about three minutes to completely tear apart Steve's plan and send him crying back to his little hole under a bridge.

As the warlock slipped out of the door, a bit ashamed, Fletcher ran his thumb over his teeth.

"What?" He demanded of the other patrons in the bar, "Bite me."

He slammed a few crumpled bills on the bar, took up his lukewarm beer and strolled out whistling.

At the top of the building the beast known as Kaname sniffed out human scents as they came throught the wind. In wolf form Kaname sense of smell heighted to the extreme to where he could sniff out power levels. He then off the 15 story building at a amazing speed. and landed on the concrete and started running down the street and zipped through alleyways. He was going at least 60 mph. When he arrived at a local bar, where a man was coming out whistling. Staying out of sight Kaname waited for the perfect moment to strike the man down. In night it made it harder to see the beast, only his blood red eyes shown through the darkness. Snarling at the mouth he waited for the man be at the most vurnable.

Cye sniffed the air as he walked through the city park. Three werewolves had made their transformations.. But only one of them was a novice, and that specific one was very close to a vampyre.. Cye's form shimmered and dissappeared as he started his run in that direction. When he reappeared, he was behind the novice lycan, and already had his hand tightly around the throat of the beast. "Control yourself.." he said in a low voice.

Vampires…. DON’T sparkle… one may glamour a human to make glittering effects appear around them, but they do not sparkle.
The neck isn’t the only place to feed, most ‘containers’ bare their marks on their inner thighs because of the artery there.
Fledglings are trained for a year minimum, some may take longer to learn the way of their kind. This is the way of a vampire.

Raziel nodded to Sage. "Lets..." he replied, smiling. As he stood there leaned against the sky scraper, his ears came to a point and his teeth began to sharpen. He laughed as the duster previously thrown off, landed on a nearby pedestrian. "Cmon, lets go observe the transformations." he said, chuckling. As he began to walk towards the center of the city. He pushed a nearby citizen and took the duster, then threw it to Sage. "Here." he grunted.

Fletcher could feel a headache coming on already from a day spent in New Jersey, yammering against the smog fumes. A fledgling lycan was nothing to make him even more uncomfortable than before.

"Oh, please...." Fletch jammed his hands in his jeans pockets and tried his best not to look interested, "You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to. Gnaw on some lamb if you've got to. Run along, pup."

The snarling and the whimpering. Wolves couldn't be quiet even if they wanted to. Oh, they were strong sure--Fletch looked at this one and saw that he was practically trembling with some sort of inner conflict. Poor brute.

Still, not his problem. Despite his pounding temples, Fletch had a good day and wasn't going to let this pause him.

Sage passed his hand over the duster before it hit him and watched it incinerate almost instantly. "No thanks.." he said as he started to walk down the sidewalk. "I think I'll hit a bar or something.." He passed by Elle and give her a little kiss on the cheek before continuing his walk. The smell of blood was all around him.. The creatures of the night were more active than usual.. Perhaps more vampyres had been spawned or werewolves created.. Whatever it was, it certainly was causing an imbalance.. If too many humans were killed, it would cause much trouble.. And so, he needed to kill off a few of the beings that were causing the trouble..

All the taunting he did made wolf kaname even mader. But the human inside was trying to take control of the wolf. The wolf looked at the full moon, and took total contol over the body. His muscles now even bigger, his teeth even sharper then before. His total mind set was clearly that of a beast. He looked at the vampire now walking away from the scene. He jumped high into the air towards the vampire with his steel fangs ready to bite into him.

"You are mine VAMPIRE," he shouted!

"Well alright then." Fletch moved like fluid water and procured his handgun. He flicked the hammer back and did not blink, "But you'll have to talk to my girlfriend about that."

They weren't silver bullets. That was shit. If you shoot anything in the head at point blank range, it will die. And if you really need to damn reality, at least the subject will be a bit startled. Fletch's aim was unwavering, and from the looks of this little snot, the shaggy beast would at least notice a bullet taking a direct route through it's hollow skull.

"This is a whole lotta gun, pup..." Fletcher gave a fangless smile, "Still wanna dance?"

Cye's image shuddered as he dashed in front of the bullet and in between the two. His long, silver knife flashed out of the sheathe and found itself directed at the vampyres throat as he reached over at the young, transformed lycan in an attempt to grab the youngling's throat and thus pacify the poor child. "I'm sorry, but I can not allow a descendant of mine to start another meaningless battle.. Find your fun elsewhere.." he said with a cold tone.

Barking and growling at the vampire he manged to get away. He sprinted into the with an shattered ego.
Kaname woke up in a cemetary with his clothes ripped to shreds, and a bruised neck. "What happened," he asked himself?
A flash back of the two vampires who easily got the upper hand on him. And the eyes of the man who had him by the neck were as cold as eyes. "Dammit, you wanted your fun and this how you do it, you get beaten up," he spoke to himself. But really talking to the wolf inside. He tried to walk home in his beaten up condition.
"Stupid wolf," he told himself.

To be honest, Fletch wasn't sure who this new contender was talking to. He darted his gaze from one creep to the other, and in the end shrugged and put the weapon back in it's shoulder holster.

"Cheers. Nice playing with you two." Fletch bobbed his head and went on his way, picking up right where he had left off in the middle of his whistled song.

You'd think that a city like Hell, Michigan wouldn't instantly turn into hell after dark. That wouldn't make sense. Unfortunately, Enigma, USA wasn't the case. Every evening Fletcher loved to bask in the irrationality of it. Whoever had the idea of boxing all the creeps in one city was either very smart, or planning an extremely wide sort of extermination.

Fletcher spent his days in New Jersey, just a brisk swim across from New York City. This was his other playground...but Enigma was just too fun. It was where all the emotionally unstable ones went. The crawlies that liked to lunge out at you in the dark and then go home at night to cry about how they lost control, how they lost their family. Or some crap like that.

He made his way around to the park in the outskirts of town. There were a few lone swingsets creaking ominously in the wind. The bright red plastic bottoms were the only color for blocks. Fletch made a beeline and wedged himself onto the seat. Hmmm. Comfy.

Sythyn had been on the late shift at work finishing off the filing. Once complete he headed to the lifts to go down 10 levels, on arrival of the lift sythyn walked into it.

Once on ground level he walked out onto the pavement. Humans were everywhere and the clouds were starting to part. Sythyn had to run through the city to get to his house before the night transformation took place.
Upon reaching the cemetry the clouds finally parted.

"noooooooo" he screamed as the transformation took place.

He made his way to the top of the nearest building which happened to be a church. "i wonder what action there is tonight." he said to himself.

Cye sighed and sheathed the silver knife. "It's amazing.. Somehow all of these idiots have lost all respect for their elders.. I remember when my kind would bow to me.." He gave another discontented sigh as he began the long walk back to the scryscraper where he worked. "I wonder if Raziel is around... Maybe beating up a kid like him would better my mood.." he said as he grabbed a random, preying vampyre's head and smashed it against the side of a building, spilling his brains and blood everywhere. He really hated the blood suckers.. And yet, two of them were his closest friends..

Fletch curled a hand around the swing chain and watched amused as a street troll and a werewolf slugged it out right in front of him.

They had been walking on the opposite sides of the street. Though it was too far for Fletcher to hear the conversation, it probably had something to do with strength and the amount of times they could bash their heads against the pavement without killing themselves.

No, that probably wasn't it. The mindless violence, it was amazing. Fletch tilted his head to the side. The street troll was winning, he was definitely winning.

The trolls had it bad in any city. They couldn't go out at all because they always looked, well, like trolls. Enigma was just the place for them, then. The sewer systems were overrun with the little thick stumpy guys.

Fletch winced as the troll barreled itself into the werewolf's knees. The beast yelped as it went down, and stayed down.

The troll leaned it's head back and gave a savage sort of yell. As though finally noticing that it had an audience member, it turned its head and glared at the vampire.

"Hey, don't mind me!" Fletch raised his hands in the air to show he couldn't care any less about the argument, "I believe you can knock yourself out in one blow, really. I really really do."

The troll started lumbering over to where Fletch was on the playground. The vampire in question heaved a heavy sigh.

"I don't consider myself a violent guy..." Fletch stopped his swinging, dragging his boots in the sand until he came to a stop, "But seriously. If you look that ugly, you've just got to go."

....

He dropped the street troll's body on top of the wolf. Seemed a fitting end.

Well, now that his playtime was ruined, Fletcher dusted his hand and decided to take another innocent and probably uneventful walk around the city.