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Frank got what he needed. "You should be nervous." Frank said as he het a bullet in her throat, amd another one in her head, blood splatter everywhere. The woman's body shrank into a beautiful rose and burned away without leaving a trace. As an assasin, Frank try to avoid the number thirteen, he then hurried to Sento Apartments. From the woman's describtion, Frank concluded that he finally found the one responsible for stealing his soul. He reached apartment 31, and kicked the door with such force that it flew off its frame and fly into the room. He stormed in and said: "Alright bitch! Back to hell!" But then a confused look took over Frank's face as he saw a man pressing a woman into a glass door, all he could say was: "What the?"

LORENZO

Lorenzo smiled, caressing her shoulders, pulling her away from the walls.

"So have you been marked?" Lorenzo whispered, pulling her against him in a soft slow manner. He wrapped his hands to her face and brought her eyes to meet his.
"Was your brother a Vigilant?" He whispered, almost inaudibly, his peircing eyes twice as intimidating, though his smile was so very alluring, and the pressing static between their bodies was overpowering. He wanted nothing from her, this time, but he did want to know of her. Know her answers. Mark her for a soul later when he needed one...

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DAMON AND ALEXIS

Damon struck the ground as the man tackled him- now clothed. His powerful hand reached up to Ken's shoulder, his long fingers ripping his flesh. Damon then chuckled, a deep throaty chuckle.

"You don't know what I am, do you?" He laughed. His body turned black, and coiled about like smoke. Each wisp lurched forward and wrapped around Ken, fixating behind the kneeling man. Damon reformed himself, and grasped Ken's neck.

"I'm a demon, human, and I will not do as you desire. Your desire is meaningless. And I shall treat my Poppet how I please."

Lexi looked up...

Poppet?

Her lashes fluttered and she pushed herself off the floor. Slowly bringing herself to a stand, Lexi watched the man. Suddenly, her mind clashed back to a distant memory...
High school?

"Don't get in my face, you immigrant." Chuckled a tall blond girl. Typical prep, outclassing Lexi in many ways. Lexi's own reputation had been short of loser regardless. She was a science student, very smart. Very few friends, and she was ultimately the quiet type. She was a great target.

"I'm not an immigrant." Back then Lexi stood a couple inches shorter, her hair to her shoulders and crimped. Her glasses sat nestled on her nose, and her hazel eyes peered out frightfully from behind.

"I don't speak your language." Chuckled the blond. Lifting her hand at the sound of foolish teen cheers, the blond swung. In her hand was a thick padlock, and Alexis barely evaded. But it knocked off her glasses, and broke them when they hit the wall.
A roar sounded loudly through the hall.

Before the blond could bring up her hand again, Alexis grew angry. Her fist clenched and her full lips formed a hard line. Lifting her left, she grasped a handful of blond hair and wrapped her knuckles in the substance. Then, with her right, she slammed her fist into the pretty face...

Lexi's face hardened. In her mind, she was beginning to relive the memory. She was here- but acting off of what she could remember. Her nude body jolted forward, and she began. Her right hand gripped the black hair that Damon possessed, ripping his hair back as she wrapped her hand in it. Her left then rose back, and struck.

Damon was barely affected, but he turned sharply and grasped her hair. Her mind snapped back. She had not lost, how could this be? Her head spun and she began to whimper, like a dog with guilt. Apparently, she had done something wrong.

Damon ripped her back and threw her body onto the bed. There, she laid and made herself still. There, she sat upon the sheets under the moonlight, pulling at the fabric and covering herself.

Grasping Ken's vest, Damon yanked him towards the window.

"Leave now." He growled, the rumble echoing through his chest.

ooc; i find it rather hilarious my attempt at a succubi was such a failure [: but then again, i may have just saved my human. the fight between Eternity's character &+ Ken's character will be interesting, as well as the fight, if one occurs, between Eternity's character &+ dweebs' character
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Tovah cranned her neck to look at the [other] intruder. It was a man, he had a gun and looked rather angry and determined. When the door had forcefully left it's place, it had caught Intruder One off guard, and his grip slipped momentarily. With that second, Tovah kept her back against the door as she slid down, huddling against the rain speckeld glass.

"Screw you!" yelled ken. He slammed Damon's head into the wall, giving him time to Pick up the sword, still on the ground where he had dropped it. He lunged foward, and saw it sink into the man's flesh. smoke poured out of the wound.

"What the hell is this guy?' he thought to himself. He pulled the sword in front of him, waiting to see what the monster would do.

((Lol, I agree.))

Frank's cross burned once again. His instinct drove him towards the man, Frank wasted no time and empty one round into the man's head and chest, thus making an explosion of blood and gore. Then he point his gun at the woman, just in case and asked: "Okay, what the hell just happened?"

Being an assasin, Frank does not distinguish between fair and unfair. He kills when he needs to, usually when the opponent's guard is down. The man's body shrinked into a rose and burned away, similar to the earlier woman.

The wind shuffled through the long scroungy corridors, a man walking down the hall slowly, his footsteps becoming more loud as they approached their destination. He was eerie, long silky white hair streaming down passed his shoulders, masking his face and his peculiar red-beat eyes. His face was pale, wearing a long dark buttoned up coat and a tie breaking apart from the collar. His wardrobe was not of this century nor the one before it, it was different from others, standing out from all else.

Taking another step, he vanished, the wind picking up, the faint draft growing colder. It was only a matter of seconds before he appeared in the room again, several figures stood inside, Anton lingering back in the shadows and watching them. A colt was drawn from under his coat, pointing it as he stepped from the shadows. "Damon." Anton's voice boomed, his eyes gazing at the floor, his white hair covering his face, hiding his identity. "Incubus." His voice hissed louder, stepping closer, gun still readied in front of him. "Nice time to die..." Anton complimented, letting out a small grumble which seemed more like a slight chuckle at the moment.

Tovah's hands were shaking. Quite uncontrolably. She climbed onto the bed a few feet from her fetal position, not taking her eyes off of the Man just killed. His gorgeous face, body, voice -- gone. By this guy. Tov lifted her head and looked at the Killer. "Oh my God .. oh my God ..." Then she started to cry. Warm tears fell from her emerald eyes freely, her petite body rocking with her sobs. She needed to get out of here. Too much blood, too many deaths, too much hate, desire, lust, thirst for flesh. When she slowed to take jagged breaths is when she finally answered the Second Man. "You tell me. Cause quite frankly ... I dont know much of anything anymore."

Lorenzo played off the man's presence, but turned his head slowly, letting out a throaty growl. Lorenzo had been known by the demons as the Unafraid. He held not fear for anyone. He knew well that an Incubi or Succubi could not truly die on earthen soils. Their wicked pits had to be purged and burned in the Astral Level before their being could truly cease. As well, he knew that high ranking Incubi/Succubi like himself had the shadow forms.

The more souls an Incubi or Succubi fed upon, the more powerful their form was. Many who had fed upon souls for long times now, could completely invest their being into a shadowy smoke that writhed and toiled about (like Damon). But Lorenzo had not fed upon many souls, thus he could not easily invest his entire being. But he brought forth excess effort when he was pissed off. And he was about to be pissed off.

Two shots round off through the air, echoing about. His body was obliterated, but he was far from dead. Just pissed off.
"Turn your eyes, before darkness burns them." His voice was hard, cold, empty and angry, echoing through the room from no certain point.

The lights flickered as a shadow formed from the corner, stretching forth- in wisps of rich thick smoke that rose into that of a man's shape. His eyes burned a fluent green, and his black fists clenched.

"You would be wise to run." Lorenzo growled, the wisps spiraling off his fists quickly, leaping for the man and his gun.

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Damon felt the speed of the human whisk about, and slam his head into a wall. His anger swelled under his skin as his eyes turned sharp and vicious to the man. The human held his sword before him as if he could possibly slay the Incubus.

A throaty chuckle parted Damon's soft lips as he smiled wickedly, the smoking wound sealing up into a small cut. Shaking his head, Damon sighed.

"Effort is so precious, but you are truly wasting it now boy."

Lurking forth, he leapt from the shadows like a tiger. His knees crept towards his chest in the air and he spread his arms out to the side. One foot stepped atop the blade, Damon's shoe knocking the sword downwards. Then his hands smacked down on Ken's shoulders and gripped the fabric.

Another voice came. It was Anton, a Vigilant. Damon listened for the sound of the colt, and smiled, releasing the young man in his grip.
"Of all people, you should know that death does not truly afflict me. You can get rid of me, but I will come back stronger." He growled.

Alexis leaned forward, groaning. Why did this hurt her? Was Damon really this creature. Seeing him had her burning inside, as if that emptiness had a toxic fire burning without air. A fire unseen but still hotter than the sun itself. Her hands clutched her bare chest and stomach, and she writhed on the bed.

"Stop it." She moaned, feeling Damon's figure entering her mind in its shadowy fashion as her mind kicked in memories to fill the gaps her soul once took.

Ken dangled in the air, looking at the new man that had come in.
This could be bad
He saw The girl start squirming around on the bed.
"What the hell is going on?" he muttered.
He looked at the big guy holding him.

"I hope this thing has balls." he said- planting his foot into the mans crotch with all the muscle in his leg.

Anton kept the gun in front of him, "Oh. A smart ass? You selfish prick, I'll let you come back, cause when you do, I shall send you right back to hell...again." Anton circling him, his eyes not leaving the form of Damon, "You are a hard man to find Damon. But your stench can be smelled from a mile away you bastard. Rotten to the core. You cease to amaze me, Incubus. What does one like you really gain in making love to a woman? Living life here like a playboy, stealing the souls of the innocent girls that pass under your nose." Anton walking closer, pushing the boy Ken out of the way and facing Damon, "You disgust me. Death or not, I am immortal just like you. 230 years spent in this hellhole, spending it with lovely creatures like yourself. You know it was something like you that stole my wife from me, so funny how fate works. Granted this power. I will use it." The gun pointed to the mans chest, he fired.

"Did that hurt playboy?" Anton replied, now pushing the gun towards his cranium. "Come on. Hit me!" Anton provoked him.

Frank replied with a dull grunt, he doesn't care for this incubus, he was in the wrong room anyways. His physical strength can rival any demon thanks to the deal he made ten years ago. Not only that, he also improve it greatly by training. Seeing the incubus coming back, Frank realized that these demons can come back from hell with no effort. After all, it was where they came from.

As Frank easily side-step the incubus, he thought: -DUH! Why didn't I think of it before??! Of course they come back...*sigh* I need better weapons...and dinner too...- Frank forgot to eat before he left the hotel because he was too obsess with his weapons, like a boy with his video games. now his stomach rumbled...

Frank round house kick the demon in the back of its head, knowing that his kick did no damage no matter how much strength he put in, only holy weapons could damage a demon. Frank took out another gun from his jacket and dual wield the guns. He turned around and shot the incubus, making another bloody explosion. By now, half of the room was covered in blood. Frank only did that to buy time, not wanting to kill anymore since he knew it was pointless. While he wait for the demon to regenerate, he said: "Hey....Mister incubus man....I'm in the wrong room, do we really have to fight? I'm short on time...and I think I'm late for a meeting..."

Lorenzo hissed loudly, feeling bullets penetrating him again. But he was only being angered again. His shadow form returned sharply absorbing the blood from the walls. His body jolted out and forth to Tovah, crouching at her side.

The black stretches that were arms, wrapped around her body until she was engulfed. Tan hands appeared, clutching her cheeks softly.

"I will come for you Tovah, I will never be without your beauty." He purred, his face and head forming long enough to engage Tovah with a powerful and passionate kiss of the lips, lasting only a second.

He pulled away and stood up. His black form twisted and coiled, then exploded into a thousand black strings that faded into the air, disappearing like the tiniest bits of smoke spreading through clean air...

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Ken's foot wrenched up at his crotch, slamming toe-first at the weak spot of any man. But Damon was not just any man. His face twisted into a growl as he flinched a tiny amount at the foot launched at him. His grip tightened like cement fingers crushing down on Ken, until Anton pushed the human aside.

Then a bullet struck his chest, and smoke poured out. Damon was very high ranking to have earned himself this ability to not bleed easily.

His body engulfed in thick smoke that twisted and coiled up and around, ripping out in a great scream of rage. His long arm swung back, then slammed out towards Anton, black coils of smoke trying to wrap around the Vigilant as best Damon could.

As Lexi saw the shadow, her body bucked off the sheets and her nude form backed against the headboard. It was what took her soul. If it was Damon, she couldn't be sure. The scream rang through her head as she covered her ears and pulled her knees to her chest, trembling as if torn by a winter's wrath.

"No... no... no..." She muttered, closing her eyes and remembering her last few minutes as a living mortal.

Frank saw the demon disappeared. He now learned a little more about these things. He walked towards the woman's fridge and asked her: "Hey, mind if I take a bite? I forgot to eat earlier, and as for the gore in your room, call this number to get it cleaned up." Frank opened the fridge and looked inside, his other hand threw a business card across the room to the woman who looked as though she was about to pass out. Frank uses the business stated in the business card all the time to clean up his mess after work.

Anton pulled a blade, holstering the colt back into his coat, he sucked in his chest, "To bad playboy. You haven't gotten me yet." Anton once again vanishing, growing more weak by the teleporting, however, it was necessary to get away from Damon. In a flash he appeared behind him, twisting the blade in a fancy motion, he lunged it into his back, backing away before doing a front kick, pushing it deeper. "Oh why do I try?" He murmured, putting his hand out, "You like that playboy? Cause, you're going to love this even better." Feeling the currents in the air, he locked onto Damon, working his magic to send his endless irritation into the mans head - unsure whether it would work...or not.

However, if it failed, Anton was screwed. His body was no longer fit to teleport nor send another electromagnetic field out strong enough to bring harm to Damon. "Please work.." He prayed.

Tovah stared for a few mintues after Lorenzo disapeared. Not at anything especailly, just into space. She blushed, her painted nails grazing her lips where he had kissed her. No other guy had called her beautiful, or had kissed her ... since him. As for the other man, Tov just realized that he was rummaging her fridge and tossed a small white card to her bed. She looked at it, the number of a cleaning service. Tovah laid down from her sitting position. She didn't want to be alone tonight. Perhaps she could stay with her neighboor .. even if she thought Tovah was crazy, maybe she would let her in anway. Tov ignored the dude and took her phone and a blanket to the apartment next door. In the hallway, she was startled as she heard gunshots and yelling from the floors above. Tovah knocked on her neighboor's door, hoping she wasnt working. When she heard more violent male voices, Tov got more interested in what was happening. Perhaps she could check it out ...

Damon felt the blade slip into his back and let out a shrill cry of pain. His anger rose to new heights, but he could not push himself any further.

Looking up, his body solidified into a black shape, twisting still, before bursting into a mess of black threads of smoke that disappeared...

Lexi cringed, burrowing herself against the headboard as she cracked open her dark hazel eyes to see the incubus was gone. Her hands traced her naked body swiftly, and she realized that she cared not of her indecency. She had no morals, no values, nothing without her soul. When her soul had been taken, so had her very rightful existance.

But something could be seen by the poppet. The brilliant aura glistening in many colors like the sun's effect on a diamond coming from Anton.

She knew not where the title came from, but a name slipped into her mind...

"Vigilant?" Lexi whispered, trembling still with her black hair falling damp in small waves over her breasts.

Hearing gun shot, Frank blew a hole in the ceiling with his guns and leaped up, while he was chewing on a sandwhich, but he realized that apartment 13 is DOWNSTAIRS...he sighed, he was wasting too much bullet. He hopped back down and blew a hole down on the floor and leaped down, begining to run towards room 13. As he run, he realized he could have used the stairs instead of wasting bullets. -I'm getting more stupider...-Thought Frank, and burst into room 13 the same way he came in the earlier room and saw Ryaia in a very seducting night gown. A part of him was turned on, but a majority of him burned with hatred as he remembered how she played him into selling his soul.

"You probably don't remember after all these years," Frank began, "But I'm here to pay you back for what you did to me. And you know what? I'm gonna enjoy every last minutes of this." Frank dashed towards her and smack her across the face with his gun, taking advantage of the fact that she was suprised and didn't have time to react. Then he shot her on either side of her shoulders, Frank plan to torture this sucubus as much as possible, thankful that she will not die. now he can taste his sweet revenge.

Tovah frowned when the girl did not answer the door. Suddenly, she saw Frank bound out of her room, headed towards Ryaia's. She deceided to follow him, but she couldnt keep up with his swift pace and long legs. She was left alone in the hallway. Unsure of what to do with herself, Tovah turned and went up the stairs to where she heard all of the ruccus; gun shots, screaming, pain and sorrow. When she arrived to the place, it was very dark outside. She entered catiously, when her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw a naked girl around her age on the bed. A strange glowing man and a human were inside too. With quick looks around, Tov was surprised. She was pretty sure no situation could be worse than hers, but this was definately wierder ...

Anton turned his gazes to the girl, falling to his knees and out of breath. "He'll be back." Anton grumbled, clutching his chest and regaining stability. Dragging himself up, walking over to the girl without taking real notice of her nude body - out of respect - he took a blanket from the bed and wrapped it over her. "Yes. Vigilant." Anton replied, sitting next to her and sighing, "That bastard took my sword." Just realizing, he growled, "I liked that sword." He mused, rubbing the back of his neck, "Poppet." He said, staring at the girl, unsure of what to do with her. Anton was not a real people person.

Turning to Ken, he sighed, "How did all this happen?" He finally asked, narrowing his eyes; they were beginning to grow darker out of desperation - he expected an answer, and expected it now!

Something reeked of death.

The slick city streets glistened under the pale light of the streetlamps, and the soft clicking of Sofia's boots ceased in the night as she stopped outside of an alleyway. The streets were deserted, which seemed fairly odd to the vigilant. The Russian paused, smokey eyes examining her surroundings. Everything seemed right, but something still tickled the back of her neck, telling her that things were not as they should be.

The smell of death was wafting out from the alleyway, and after taking a swift glance over her surrounding once more, Sofia turned on her heels and made her way into alley. Her body seemed to be electrified, and as she made her way deeper into the alley, a horrified gasp escaped her lips.

Eight dead humans, faces planted in the ground, each sporting a hand gun.

Blood was everywhere, exit wounds exposing where the brains should have been.

The sight of eight humans with bullets in their skulls would not have seemed right to anyone, but Sofia knew the difference. There was a reason why she was here.

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OOC: I'm getting off for a little bit, guys.