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Ken sat on the bed, rubbing his bleeding shoulder.

"I, Uh I broke into this house." I had no where to stay, so I slept in this bed- the guy came frfom nowhere, the door was still locked.. He was being a real asshole to this girl." He pointed to the somewhat covered girl next to him. "He called her his puppet or something.. It was so weird, what is he?" Ken asked. His shoulder still bled. He pulled off his vest and tied it around the cut, to pressure teh bleeding.

Tovah smiled when the guy made the sword comment. "Heyy .. are you a Vigilant?" She took a few steps closer to Anton. "My twin brother was one. An Incubus attacked me once, but he saved me. Just in time ..." Tov sat on the bed. "If there's anything I can do for you, just say it. I owe my life to your kind." She lowered her head and picked at random threads of the quilt. Then Tovah noticed Lexi. "Damn girl what are you -- oh, oops." Tov had questioned Alexis about her choice of clothing and lifted up the blanket. Muttering an apology, Tovah took off her sweatshirt to give to Lexi. When she didn't respond, Tov took the liberty of putting on the strange girl herself. Hey; if Tov was drunk or high [this girl was obv on something, why else would she be so unreponsive...] and naked in a room full of men, she would take almost any girl stranger's sweatshirt.

Anton looked at Lexi, "Well. Obviously you know he is not human, but, that is a story for another time." Using that last bits of his power, he sent another field out, this one more relaxing, bringing peace to both minds around him, "Rest. I will tell you later. My name is Anton Le Roi." He mustered up his strength to speak, his stomach in pain, Anton wheezing for life. "He'll be back, and, I'll be ready." Closing his eyes, slouching more to the floor, staying alert but resting his body from any movement.

Another voice filled the room, his eyes dilated wearily, "Yes...I am a Vigilant!" He snapped, feeling a bit unhappy because of the whole ordeal. "I am sorry. Just a little riled up. That is all. You are lucky I came, you don't want to be a poppet. Dangerous business. See, that man was, well, a Incubus. Think of him more like a Demon, offering propositions to others on acceptance of course, deals that you do not want to take part in. They take your soul, useing you for whatever they can get: Sex, money, anything. When they are done, you are as good as dead."

Lexi stilled herself, watching the woman come in, and the man who had been pleased by her first sight, settle on her bed. Her eyes wandered to the Vigilant, then to the humans.

"You all have souls, don't you?" She whispered, staring up at them and clutching the sweatshirt that had been placed upon her. Sorrow gripped her, rocked her like a quake that killed millions. It hurt, and it seemed like without a soul, not just could she reason and find morality and humanity, but she seemed to only feel pain, anguish, sorrow, and regret.

"Why did you come? Why save him? Why come here?" The questions rolled, Lexi trembling again and closing her eyes as she lifted her hand and saw the black mark on her finger.

"What is she talking about?" ken asked anton, putting a hand on Lexi's shoulder to try to calm her. He moved the fallen blanket back up to her waist, making sure not to look inside... "Of course we have souls."

Anton looked at Ken, "Poor girl. Giving her soul up. I hope it was worth it." He said, being serious. Taking her forehead, he smiled, "Go to sleep Lexi. When you wake up, I promise it'll be alright." Anton lied, needing her to shut up and go to sleep. The girl had just lost her soul, she seemed out of it; maybe a bit of rest would make her wake up and seem a bit more logical - realistic.

Taking her head, leaning it back on his shoulder, "She'll probably be out of it for a while. My wife was the same way." Still focusing on Lexi to try to relax her, "That is before she was killed. She felt so depressed, so different. It was all about him." Coughing, covering his mouth with his arm, "Don't worry. I am going to keep hunting Damon, and in the end, I am going to have my foot so far up his ass, he will be begging me for it to come out the other end."

Lexi reclined her head with the soft touch of the man's hands. They were a lot cooler than Damon's, but they had a nice little warmth to them.

Letting out a sigh, Lexi closed her eyes, and her mind swirled off- hazing into her past...

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The shadows seemed to whine with danger around the eight dead Poppets. The emptiness around them seemed greater than the comprehension of a Poppet's soul-less departure. What happened when they died?
Nothing. Everything ended. Thought, life, senses. And it ended. Once those bodies left, their souls are damned and eaten. They've no afterlife...

Stepping out of the shadows was a man. He was tall and softly featured. He had curly blond hair twisting along his neck, blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. But his face- that could've been beautiful in comparison to even an incubus- was marred with scars dancing along it in contorted fashions...

"These deaths are a calling." Said the man, stepping another stride into the bitter light from the street light some distance away. "Calling for help."

Turning his head up, he smiled, and held out his hand for the young and unique woman.
"I'm detective Rogers, Jake Rogers."

Sofia's smokey gaze was directed to the detective that seemed to appear out of thin air. Her eyes now torn off of the eight bodies, Sofia's body begins to move slowly into a defensive stance. Her right foot comes behind her, if only slightly, knee bent in a position that will allow for a hasty retreat. The long sleeves of her black turtleneck are picked up, if only a tad, so that her palms are clearly visible and undeterred. Her fingers flex, and her palms are flat and ready to move at any sign of trouble.

All the while, Sofia's face remains stony. She observes the pretty man in front of her, her lips pursed in a solid line.

"Jake...Rogers..." Her voice is deep, sultry, and heavily accented, but she pronounces his name with precision. Her eyes dart toward the eight bodies for a brief glance before landing on the detective once again.

"And what kind of help are you talking about, Detective?" Sofia is swift and quick the point.

Anton watched her finally doze off, a sigh of relief coming from his lips as his features finally softened. Putting his arm loosely over her shoulder, slouching more, yawning very quietly, he shut his own eyes. "Wake me up if you see anymore Incubus. And Ken? That includes Succubus. Girls aren't so friendly either." He croaked, his smile fading away as he began to slumber, dreaming of his past as well, everything seeming so...real.

It was morning, very early, clouds covered the endless sky and the sun barely peeked from the mountains to offer light. They were already on the field working, Anton riding on horseback through the fields, trudging quickly down the dirt paths to his home.

It was beautiful, a dull gray color, pillars keeping the large porch balanced. It was two-stories high, the windows curtained with beautiful Egyptian linens, the bed posts crafted in shined iron, the house was extravagant and very old - not overdone.

By chance, the rebel was still there. Surrounding it where beautiful trees, making almost an arch leading to his home. Lurking behind it, was an old cemetery, surprisingly adding to the complexion of his luxuriant abode.

It was still early when he arrived, tying the horse down, welcomed inside, what he found was shocking, his wife's naked body, mangled in the bed, blood covering the sheets - dead. His unborn child, dead. After that he did not live long in Louisiana before burning the house to the ground, too many memories shrouding it for it to stay.

When he slept, you could see the tears break away from his eyes and gently waterfall down his cheek.

Lexi's eyes cracked open after a while, fluttering softly. She had dreamt memories of high school, and from that and the few memories of college, she could recollect something about life itself.

The room was hazed, and she fluttered her eyes a bit more to focus. As soon as things began to focus, she yawned softly, stretching and quaking with the muscular awakening. But she still felt empty. She couldn't wake up and have her soul again. She found that one thing she felt strongly was longing, and regret.

Her shoulders felt heavy, but warm. Turning her head slightly, she caught a glimpse of an arm. It was too different, too cool, to be Damon. Her body slinked down at the thought as she looked for the others, who probably lingered around the apartment somewhere. Lexi then saw the dreaming man, crying. The Vigilant. She wondered if she herself could shed tears...

Lexi shrugged a bit, shaking in a bit of terror and displeasure as she flashed Damon through her mind. Slipping off the bed, she went to her dresser, her long tan legs carrying her both swiftly and silently. As she pulled open a wooden drawer, she grasped a small shred of fabric and slid it up over her legs. Then she reached in and grabbed a pair of jogging shorts. The white shorts fit her a little loosely, but she did not care. In all honesty, she could've remained mostly nude without caring- had she not dreamt of her principle over the intercom about the dress code.

Though Lexi had sense to know she wasn't in high school anymore. She had memories of her job. Memories of smiling; having purpose...

She then took off the sweatshirt and pulled on a bra and black tank top. Dressed, she pulled her hair up in a loose ponytail that allowed her now mostly straight black-ish hair to flow down her back.

Turning and moving back to the bed, she knelt before the Vigilant. For the longest time, she just stared almost absently. Finally, she reached one slender hand up. Her fingers brushed his white hair then came across his fingers with ginger touches that wiped away tears.

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Jake could see she was wary. His blue eyes swirled with confusion, but he had a feeling she knew far more than he did. Jake's simple little myth research made him feel foolish. The basic base of being a detective was to be able to find the logical and realistic reason for something. Not having to believe silly fantasy stories...

"These people each share a black mark. Some inside their lip, some on their... thighs." He shook his head.
"They did not back off. Killing yourself is one thing, killing another and knowing you'll die too- that's a whole new playing field. They wanted death. But something is wrong here. Why would eight people willingly kill each other?"


Jake knelt down and examined the back of a neck, a man...
Behind it was tiny writing in a tattoo...

And when the sacrifice of the sacrificed begins, let you know that we are calling. Call to the Vigilant, and we shall be saved. Roar to the devil, and our death shall be without meaning.

Jake then stood, and looked up at her.
"Take a look at them. They are all quite unique."

Tov woke with a start in the middle of the night. She shot up, unaware of her surroundings. She blinked, and remembered she had walked to the noisy room. She let her eyes adjust as she saw the familiar people; Naked Girl, Powerful Guy and Human Dude. She returned to her curled position at the foot of the bed. In the morning, she was awoken by sounds of ruslting. Tov opened her eyes slowly and saw Alexis pawing through her dresser. Decided to get dressed did we? Tovah just watched her for a while, until Lexi stared at the Vigilant for too long, to long for Tov to watch. It was too depresssing. Finally, she decided to speak, unsure of how Alexis would respond.
"Heyy. My name is Tovah. Are you alright? I had an incident with a Incubus too, if that make you feel better." She smiled at the girl.
[{ ooc; my name in real life is Alexis, but i prefer to be called Lexx over Lexi (: }]

(I'm just gonna skip the fight with that one sucubus my char was hunting after and join you guys^^)

Frank finished with the fight, he now looked as though he's half dead. As he walk down the hallway, he decided to check out what happened last night. He entered Lexi's room, looking around until he saw Tov, then he spoke up: "Hey! I remember you from last night! Is your room cleaned yet? And oh, what happened last night in here?"

Sofia's face remains stoic as she watches the detective bend over one of the corpses, observing something on the back of its neck. She is confused as to why this detective is here, but she knows he is nothing more than a mere human. She watches him for a few brief moments before finally deciding that he is harmless. Letting her defensive stance falter, Sofia's boots click against the ground as she strides over toward the eight bodies.

The blood everywhere makes her stomach knot, but her face gives off nothing to reflect that. Her eyes skim over the tattoo that the detective had been observing, and she squints her eyes to read the small print.

"Vigilant..." She whispers huskily, a look of realization dawning on her features. "They are calling for the Vigilants...?" She seems to be mumbling to herself now as her eyes dance over the eight fallen bodies. These bodies, which she now knows are Poppets, were sacrificed in an attempt to call out for help, just like Rogers had told her.

"They're calling for us, but why?" It almost seems like Sofia has forgotten about the blond detective next to her as she ponders a loud, trying to put together the puzzle in her head.

Ken woke up, and saw the crazy magic people still there. He rubbed his temple.

"Shit," He said. "No offence, but I had hoped that all of ..you were just a dream. Can you guys.. explain some of this?" He sat up on the bed, and removed his make shift bandage. Disgusted by the blood, he tossed it into a trash can.

"Because girl" came a thick Stottish accent from behind Sofia, as a large man steped from the shadows, "They do be wantin help for those like 'em."

The man looked just any normal resident of the city, dressed in loose fitting jeans, that looked like they had been around the block a few times, an olive green tee shirt with asianic dragon printed in black ink on the cest and a plain pair of black sneakers. A long dark colored coat was hanging off his left arm. The small black goatee that framed his mouth was well trimmed, as was the short black hair that covered his head. The only odd thing about him was the long, almost shortsword-like knife that hung at his right hip, which lacked both handguard and crossguard.

Long strides carried Neil Currie into the light, until he was right besides detective Rogers, where he squatted down to examine the very dead, poppet with the strange tattoo.

Lexi turned her head at the sound of the other girl rising. Her attempt to smile wasn't even seen. But at least she managed to try. Lexi twisted her body to face the woman, beautiful and of blond hair with gorgeous eyes.

"Hello Tovah." Her voice was empty, perhaps tinted with sorrow, but her expression was just barely soft enough to betray that. She was trying to be kind...
"My name is Alexis, but you may call me Lexi." She said.

Lexi strolled towards the bed as another man loudly burst in. Lexi was startled, lurching back and staring onwards at the man.
But it was not her Damon. Not her incubus, her killer.

Striding quickly to the Viligant's side, she clung to his shoulder in attempt to wake him.
"You there, Vigilant." She whispered in his ear, her voice like that of a beautiful apparation's. "Wake up it's morning."

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Jake stood and watched her, and noticed soon how easily she was fading from reality and sinking into the thoughts in her mind. Stepping close- but not close enough to scare the wary woman, he examined her looks.

"Us? Do you know of these Vigilants?" Jake whispered softly, brushing his curls back a bit and sighing as his eyes drifted down to the bodies once more.
"If so, then what do they want from you?" He asked curiously, stepping forward and observing her better.

Anton slept for the longest time in tears, his memories overwhelming him. He shuttered when the girl touched him, feeling her touch his white locks and then his eyes. It was when she did this that he grasped her wrist - reflexes - bringing her palm to his cheek. "How long have you been up?" He asked, not opening his eyes even a bit. Her touch was warm, but there was something missing - her soul.

He didn't mind what she did, if he had a chance, he would of done it a long time ago. "I cannot imagine what you are feeling." Trying to grasp some of the energy in the room, "L-L-Lexi." He coughed out, moving her down his chest and back to the bedspread, "You are very kind. Thank you. If it counts, I will protect you since I can, but, you have to stay close. Damon will always watch, and he will grow more powerful. In the end, you will probably die, but, I will be out of the way before that happens; and, that will not be easy, I assure you." Kissing her hand and rolling over, needing to rest much more.

"If you are going to leave, God's speed Lexi." He commented, his hands sinking into his coat as he removed it, leaning it over the edge of the bed. All that he wore under was a simple thing layered pair of midnight-black pants and a short-sleeved wife beater.

Grasping his arms, he smiled again, burying his head back into the pillow. "Ken. You really want to know what is going on?" He choked, remaining in his current state. Abruptly the woman shook his shoulder, "I am up. But, just a few more minutes." Taking the pillow and covering his face in it. "Then..." Yawning, "I'll...I'll tell you more about the legend."

"Tell me!" blurted Ken. "I am so confused... why are you talking about Dameon coming back- you shot him in the head." Ken walked over to a drawer, and found a clean t shirt in it. He walked back to the bed to hear the story. he looked up at Lexi

"May I borrow this?" He asked her, holding the shirt up to his bare torso. A draft from the window chilled his skin.

Lexi gave a soft nod, releasing her gentle frail grip from Anton. She stood up, moving to shut the window and lock it Once that was done, she returned to the bed's far edge and stared at Ken- her face constantly unemotional. Empty- but gentle. Sad.

With a nod, she settled and gazed at the human.

"You broke in. I didn't know Damon had returned, until you came in. He doesn't like intruders. Says I was not ready for... mortal influence. He is an... incubus. And I... I'm a poppet. He took my soul. And it was either my soul or I'd suffer a physical pain so treacherous- and all because he got hold of my studies, made a poison... To kill me unless he gave me the temporary taste of cure.. I'm still recovering from the poison, and the loss of my soul... It's strange... I feel hollow. Like a shell."

Lexi then turned her head down, sad...

ken pulled on the shirt, then sat next to Lexi. He looked at her mournful face, beautiful, but utterly dejected. He put out a hand and lifted her face upwards, gently.

"What?" he asked. "How can someone lose their soul? I'm sorry, I don'tunderstand." He turned to the "vigilant", with a questioning look on his face. The man looked tired, drained for some reason that he didn't understand-but then, Ken didn't seem to understand anything that had happened in the last day.