"Thisss isss boring me. I'm off too the tavern." Sahlidain said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Walking down to the small town he saw the angel yet again wondering what exactly he was trying to do. The town had a very few people, most down by local businesses. He entered a larger building that reeked of many different stenches. He looked around the building to see that the bartender was a cyclops. Thanks for that. Sahlidain approached it to order his drink. "Give me a bottle of the strongest stuff you have" He told the cyclops as he held a silver piece in his hand.

Aaric had heard the telepathic call. "You should not be here Angelic. Sssome may wish you to fall, as would the bloodsssucker. You may come here, there isss no reassson to fear usss." He froze, gripped by shock. How... how did he know!? Noticing a man coming his way, Aaric pressed himself even further against the fence. The man had been the one to send the message, Aaric was sure of it. He seemed like the type who'd hissss. He seemed not to notice the little boy, but the nine year old had suspicions otherwise. Aaric was torn. He desperately wanted to meet this person, but at the same time self preservation warned him of talking to strangers while being in human form. After a moments hesitation, Aaric spunk over to the bar entrance, not sure how to procede from there though. He could walk in, but would be thrown out before accomplishing anything useful. The boy could stick his head in, but Aaric didn't want unneeded attention right now. Suddenly, an idea came. The man must have been able to sense him before, so if this guy was the same man, he would know that Aaric had followed him. The human, satisfied with this idea, waited outside the bar.

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Kanaye followed after Nerwen, running to catch up to her. He got to her side and asked quietly, "Did you watch that fight closely also? There was never any fear in that Vampire, its like he was mocking that man." He looked up at the sun which was starting to set, "I have a bad feeling, tonight the streets are going to flow like rivers with blood."

Vlad stood on top of a cross built into the roof of a church, watching as they dispersed. He watched the sun setting, as it became night it was time for the real fun to began.
His cloak opened wide, the dark shadows flowing from it. The shadows spread and waves of blood flowed from them, running through the streets and circling around the town. Thousands of souls he had consumed flowed with the blood, grabbing anyone they saw and tearing them to shreds.

Leli had a very bad feeling that something was going to happen, something terrible. Screams echoed through her head, inky blackness was quickly covering everything she could see, and it made her nervous. You're really gonna do this, aren't you? she thought, and sighed, rolling her stiff neck muscles. Like it or not, she had to defend what she could, though it wasn't much. And she did like her town. Sometimes.

She changed out of her uniform and slipped on a leotard under a pair of shorts, smiling gently. It had been a gift from her mother, something that would mold as she shifted, keeping her covered whenever she reverted to human form. Touching her necklace, she glanced out at the stars, and closed her eyes. "Thank you, Mom," she whispered, then tiptoed barefoot down the stairs, trying as hard as she could to be quiet. If she was seen by her father, this would be a lot more difficult.

Edging out the front door, she clicked it closed and sighed, leaving a hand pressed against it. She could go inside, hide with her dad, Vlad had said that she would live if she ran, she would live...did that mean he would spare her? No, once she left this house, she had a feeling she wouldn't return tonight, at least not in one piece. Slipping her necklace up and over her head, she looped it around and around the doorknob, hopeful that it would offer even a small amount of protection. Vlad couldn't enter without an invitation, and the amulet would keep her father inside, whether he liked it or not.

Jingling the lifted keys, she stepped into the family vehicle; a black and white Ford Crown Victoria, fitted as a police cruiser. The irony did not escape her; one of the biggest trouble makers in town had a cop for a father. Chuckling to herself, she veered the engire, flipped on the siren, and jammed into town, eyes solemn. It was beginning, and she WOULD be a part of it.

The burning water was terrible and did not pack the punch he was looking for. Sahlidain forced his gold out of the bartender, liking his lips to get the water off. He picked up that Angelic smell again. Perhaps the immortal wanted an audience, perhaps just a coincidence, but he was mentally preparing a spell either way. It was done.

"Ssso Angelic. Why are you here?" He mentally asked as he left the bar, not bothering to look around but instead just walking straight into town. "No need to rush to follow. I ssset up an empathy link ssso travel behind me by no more than ssseventy five feet behind me. What isss a boy like you doing ssso far from the heavensss?" Sahlidain asked.

Nerwen
Nerwen turned to Kanaye as she walked with her sister, "Yes and I couldn't feel anything coming from the man, had Morry have seen him fighting she would have seen no aura from him either." She told him. She stopped and looked at him when he told her he had a bad feeling. "What do we do?" She looked up and saw a man on top of the church. She watched as shadows flowed from his cloak. "By the god." She spoke and was frozen with fear.

Morwen
Morwen kept walking, she then noticed Nerry had stopped and was looking up towards the church. Morwen followed her gaze, she seen the shadows emitting. She grabbed Nerry's hand and started to run. "It's the darkness! The one from the forest!" She shouted. The sisters ran back to the shop.

Vlad saw the Elves ran, he sent a group of Wallachian Cavalry men after them to cut them off, Kanaye watched and knew it was time for him to fight. He leaped landed on top of the roof of the church and pulled his sword staring at Vlad. Kanaye yelled, "You have to stop this! There are innocent people here who don't deserve to die!" Vlad glared at him, eyes glowing from the darkness, "Innocent? No being is innocent, you would know that wouldn't you Kanaye the Man Slayer?" Kanaye was shocked that the vampire knew his old title, Vlad simply laughed at him. "Come my beloved enemy! Cut out my heart and spread my body at the sea!" Vlad drew his sword and launched forward swinging it down at Kanaye. Kanaye dodged so fast he disappeared, reappearing above Vlad and slashing at his neck. His blade was blunt however, he had no intent to kill him. The attack did nothing, merely stopping once it hit his neck. Kanaye was in shock that it hadn't even harmed him, before he could react Vlad turned around nearly as fast and slashed his sword across Kanaye's chest.

Kanaye leaped back holding his chest, again he launched forward sending a volley of attacks that did nothing. This time Vlad punched him with nearly all his strength sending the Samurai against the cross breaking it. Again and again this happened in till Kanaye was left on his knees breathing hard and coughing up blood. Vlad stood there silent then finally spoke, "When I am done with you I will consume those Elves, especially that one you secretly feel for." He laughed and was cut off by Kanaye screaming no, Kanaye's eyes were different, they changed topaz and had a fierce look of murder in them. His blade slowly grew deadly sharp as he launched forward slicing off Vlad's arm, again he turned around moving at a faster speed cutting through Vlad's side. Vlad had a look of shock then laughed at he regenerated. "Yes! Yes! Excellent, attack me with all your hate!"

Sahlidain arrived into town with the sound of hooves in the distance. With ease he teleported across the town near the church to see quite a sight. Kanaye was fighting with the blood sucker and the elves were being chased down by a group of horsemen. Kanaye seemed to have it under control so he instead focused on the horsemen. He summoned a Bone Devil in front of the horse men, right behind the elves, to block their way. Then the devil summoned its own minions, lemures. There was now an entire wall of demonic flesh block, fighting, and butchering the cavalry. "Get out of here now! Thisss isss no placcce for you!" He shouted at the elves as he created a long stone wall separting them from the battle field, just as a precaution.

He looked up at the bloodsucker with a face filled with disdain. Sahlidain launched five magic missiles at the blood sucker for there was no way to dodge all of even this weak of spell. He hoped that he could get the demon's attention so that Kanaye could fight with more ease.

Kul could hear the shouting, the flair up of magic, the panicked whispering of people wondering what was happening, but it was not his concern at the moment. No, at the moment, he was in a deep and serious predicament, a new Stephen King book about a small town that gets captured under a dome? Or the new Song of Ice and Fire book: Dances with Dragons? Such a hard decision. He had original intended to buy a romance book, but those two books just called to him. Of course, he could buy them both, but buying one would draw his passion away from the other, no, it would be best to buy one, but which?

The ancient lich tapped his finger against his chin, the illusion of his 'human' form making the appropriate smack of flesh on flesh. Krell stood feet away staring ahead with lack of care for anything or anyone. "Hm.." Kul said to give voice to the battle raging in his mind. Finally, his hand closed upon the Dances with Dragons, the ancient lich had to know what happened to Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister, even an immortal grew impatient with waiting, and for the more modern pieces, he considered it to be a wonderful story.

"Come Krell... Let us find a nice spot to read." He said as he walked out his cane making a loud tap with every step. What more could a ancient lich need then a wonderful book with the sounds of chaos filling the air?

"Ssso Angelic. Why are you here? What isss a boy like you doing ssso far from the heavensss?"

Aaric swallowed, and jogged after the strange man. The fourth-grader's legs were no match for the stranger's lanky ones, so Aaric was forced to keep up the pace. The angel didn't see any point in keeping his intentions a secret, in fact the more supernaturals knew there was an angel in the area, the less likely there would be a chance of humans getting hurt.

Sending the words mentally, he responded, "I'm just here checking the place out. The Holy Council sensed that some stuff is going to happen here soon, so they sent me."

But the tall stranger had gone. Aaric blinked. He had been looking right at the man... Had he teleported? The nine year old frowned. Rude, but he probably had his reasons for doing so....

Aaric began walking back the way he came. He knew this part of town, so he could probably.... Suddenly a wet substance streaked down the boy's pale cheek. Aaric's finger shook as it rose to catch the liquid. It can't be... The angel had this sick feeling, something that he could feel from his very soul. Wide blue eyes stared, horrified, at the red streak on Aaric's hand. Blood? But why would he be.... Realization pierced through Aaric's well-being, as he finally understood what was happening.

Angels only cried blood when the worst kind of disaster struck.

Leli hopped out of the car, smiling bitterly. It was time for her to get somethings done. She went sprinting through the town, heart pounding, when she saw a small boy standing, staring at his finger in shock.

"Hey, kid!" she yelled, and ran for him, eyes darting around, "Kid, you should get home! Here, I'll take you ho--" she froze suddenly, seeing blood streak his face. "Oh my...holy crap, kid. You aren't normal, are you?" She knelt beside him and smiled softly, looking deep in his eyes, "So tell me, kid, what are you?"

Nerwen
Nerwen nodded at Sahlidain for saving them. "Thank you." She called back to him before starting to run again. When they reached the shop, Nerwen made all forms of plant life surround the building, then she ran into her room and grabbed her book of spells and potions, she searched for potions useful against the undead, vampires and werewolves. "Wolves bane, Bane of the undead, Circle of light, Sun fire." She looked at the last 2 and gathered the ingredients. She quickly mashed and stirred them together. The circle of light was a clear and bubbly potion and the sun fire was a dark orange with red foam forming on the top. She quickly put the potions in easily-broken potion bottles, perfect for using as a bomb. She opened her window and climbed outside.

Morwen
Morwen went into the back of the shop, the room in which she told fortunes, she sat at the table and gazed into the glass ball, the ball was clouded and changing from black and white and grey. "By the gods, why can't I see anything?" She grabbed her spell book and looked at the fire spells, knowing they would be more effective against a Vampire, an ordinary Vampire. She ran up the stairs and into her sister's room. She climbed out the window and joined her sister on the roof. They were looking down at the people in the streets, getting ripped apart and killed, their blood flowing down the streets. "What sort of a monster could do this?" Morwen asked her sister and she replied, "Vlad the Impaler, Dracula."

Kul sat on the park bench reading, and ignoring his surroundings. He could feel the souls under Vlads control wailing, and he could feel the magical ties that held them to this plain of existence. They were merely spirits, normal spirits. The vampire may have been powerful physically, but his necromancy needed a little work then again, Kul was rather hard on anyone who commanded spirits and whose ability did not match his own... which was everyone.

He licked his finger and turned the page of the book continuing to read. While he was ignoring the spirits, they were not ignoring him, pushed on by the will of their master, unfortunately they met a fate worse then what they suffered already, that of Krell.

The large being was no longer held under Kul's illusion as it just slowed him down. The mighty, dominate form of the great armored skeleton made a wonderful image as the black blade slid through spirit after spirit. His burning eyes holding no remorse, no pity, but also no enjoyment or rage. The spirits may have been able to reform or return to their master if they were being struck down by a normal blade, but sadly, it was not a normal blade. It was Kul's Blade of Horus, the mighty blade containing a piece of the great liches soul. With every swing the sword cut the ties connecting spirit to master, sucking it into the blade forever; destined to be imprisoned until the sword erodes the soul away making the blade even stronger.

Krell did not tire, Krell did not sleep, Krell knew no fear... Honestly, Krell could keep this up for all eternity. These level of spirits were no threat to an undead creature of Krell's level. Kul turned the page chuckling to himself over a rather interesting passage in the book.

Aaric looked at the girl blankly. He was shaking, and he didn't know what to do. There was something very, very horrible happening nearby, and he was supposed to help, but didn't know what to do or where to go. For an angel, crying blood is an extremely unpleasant and unsettling experience. The boy took a deep breath. I have to pull it together. If I don't calm down, and think for a second, I won't be useful to anyone. I have to figure out what's going on.

For the first time, his clear blue eyes came into focus. Aaric stared back at the unfamiliar girl, meeting the red-honey gaze. After a few seconds, he broke into a shaky smile. This girl... she's very pure-hearted and noble. I can't help but like her. "I- uhm, I...." Then the reply died on Aaric's lips.

The angel's eyes were widened in pure shock and horror, looking over the girl's shoulders. The small boy's body started shaking, and he stepped past the girl and began walking forward. For in front of him, there came a steady creep of blood spilled on the streets. "Dear God...." As if in a daze, the small boy walked forward, his school shoes soon drenched in red. He neared the corner, knowing that behind it there would be the cause of all this blood. But peering around the corner, Aaric saw only... more blood. How much is there!? Aaric furrowed his brow, and went back to the girl.

"I'm an angel, and I'm here to protect people." His eyes locked on hers. "I was born to slay evil spirits, and this" -he gestured to the oncoming redness- "is definitely the work of said evil spirits." Aaric faltered there, his gaze flickering away. "Look- this is the first time I've had to fight in the mortal world. Normally I do my job on the other planes, and in the human world the rules are different. Humans are different, and I don't really know what to do. I've never had to deal with moving around in another skin before, and-" He paused, sucking in a breath. "I'm ranting."

Aaric stretched his nine-year old hand, and touched the stranger's shoulder, looking the girl in the eye once more. "I really really need help right now."

Vlad and Kanaye continued to fight their heated battle. Magical missiles struck Vlad and it took a bit longer then usual to recover from an attack like this. Still regenerating he fended of Kanaye's attacks. The samurai was covered head to toe in wounds, the Vampire was merely taking longer to reform. Dark shadow energy gathered around Vlad's blade, blue ki around Kanaye's. The two charged again, each time their swords striking each other, causing a blast of energy. As the two locked swords Vlad took one hand off his sword and punched at Kanaye's stomach with such force his hand ripped through his stomach. The samurai fell down onto his knees grabbing the hole in his stomach, Vlad kicked him off of the church sending him to the ground below.

Nerwen
Nerwen watched the battle when she saw the Samurai falling she sped over the buildings, she jumped to catch him and when she did she summoned vines to stretch up and catch them.

Morwen
Morwen chased after her sister and watched as she fell into a bunch of vines. She yelled at the Vampire, "We have done you no harm,please leave this town." She looked to Kanaye. "If.you do not we shall not go down without a fight." She let out a pulse of light, carrying a message. I call for the blessing of th gods.And All supernatural beings to join in the fight against a monster who will kill us all unless we fight back.

Leli could do nothing but nod. An angel? Well, stranger things had happened. She closed her eyes and let the transformation run through her body quickly, wincing slightly as her bones crunched into new positions, her muscles tore and mended in new places. Soon, she stood merely as a large Bengal tiger, whiskers twitching at the irony smell as the blood steamed in the streets.

"Grab on, kid. We're going straight for him." She crouched down and nudged the boy, letting him drape across her back, and took off in a dead sprint, paws sending up sprays of blood with each step she took. As she neared the church, a growl tore through her throat; Vlad was really doing this. He kicked a man off the roof, who luckily was caught by another girl.

Leli came to a pause in a doorway and turned to look at the kid. He was definately worried about EVERYTHING. "Kid," she panted, forcing herself through another shift, human with large, leathery bat wings, "I need you to get into the church." She slowly worked him into her arms, and glanced up at the roof, and swallowed nervously, "Get somewhere we can heal for a little while if we're hurt, and gather some more fighters."

Putting the boy down, she pushed up and flapped to the rooftop, staring in horror at the vampiric man. She touched down, noticing for the first time her legs and hands were coated in blood. Feeling sick, she reeled slightly, but stayed standing, and gazed at the man before her, and his cloak that had started this darkness.

"Vlad," she whispered, "why are you DOING this?" Fighting tears, she scowled, and clenched her hands into fists. "Now I don't think I can forgive you."

"Why?! Because I am a monster and a monster must test humanity to make sure they are still worthy of their existence!" Vlad's size and darkness seemed to increase with his anger, as he looked down upon her. The blood of every being in the town that had been killed by his familiars began pulling towards him, climbing up the walls of the church and being absorbed by him. A red menacing aura surrounded him, the moon itself seemed to turn red. His form increased in size, no longer did it appear that he even had legs. His lower body was a column of shadow that flowed with his vampiric eyes. He appeared young but insane, instead of his armor was a black straight jacket that had been torn.

"Death is a poor test!" she hollered, "Humans will fail, of course! They're weak, and easily slain. Your test is over, Vlad, now stop this!" She walked towards him slowly, and tears began to leak down her cheeks. "My father is human. And I cannot lose him. And I will die if I have to, to protect him, and to protect the people I care about." She stared at him, anger pouring out of her body.

"So if you want to kill them all...you'll have to kill me first." Leli vaulted at him, slamming into his body and pushing as hard as she could muster. She knew she was small, and weak, snd she couldn't do much, but she would do what she had to to protect her father.

So the girl was a shapeshifter? Apparently so, because Aaric wasn't sure there was another reason for her suddenly transforming into a large cat and whisking them away to a... church? The angel stared, wide-eyed, at the figure on the roof. A sort of hot anger rose from within. How dare he choose such a place to attack the town? The boy listened to his ally's instructions.

Aaric swallowed, and nodded. "Uhm... th-thank you so much for helping me!" The angel flashed the honey-eyed girl a smile. After the shapeshifter put him down, he stumbled into the church, searching for 'somewhere we can heal'. Aaric bit his lip nervously, and walked quietly through the aisle. Something... something about the church seemed to... welcome him? It might have been his imagination, but Aaric was certain that the church was trying to help. Trying to concentrate, the angel opened his mind to his surroundings. He knew, in a church, there was always a room behind the altar wall. Sometimes you just had to look more carefully.

After hauling himself onto the stage, the young boy stepped past the podium, and made his way to the altar. After taking in an eyeful, he brushed his hand against the wall. When his finger's touched a seam, Aaric ran his hand down the line before finding the catch and popping the door open. The boy smiled wearily. Normally churches aren't so secretive about their back rooms... He shrugged, and poked his head in. It was a simple storage area, with a table surrounded by shelves holding assorted boxes and random objects. Personally, Aaric thought that if they needed to find a place to heal, the best thing would be to run away as fast as possible. Oh well, he trusted his companion's plan. Now, to find some troops...

Aaric froze. He was staring at the window, and the entire pane of glass was drenched in blood. The angel sucked in a breath. The red seemed to be flowing up? What was happening on the roof!? The boy began moving before he was conscious of what was happening. He was outside the church in a flash, and was looking for a way to get to the roof. Clear blue eyes locked on a retaining wall for climbing vines, and the angel set to climbing it. "So if you want to kill them all...you'll have to kill me first." The nine year old body was just strong enough to haul itself onto the roof desperately. Aaric saw her ally slam herself into... a man? No. Not a man. The human-angel narrowed his eyes with recognition. Definitely not a man.

"What are you doing!?" the little boy raced over, and wedged himself between the two with surprising strength. His skin was crawling with the prospect of being so close to an evil being, but protecting the shapeshifter held the priority. With a burst of force, Aaric shoved the human away from the monster. He grabbed her hand. "Do you think any good is going to come from your death!? Don't offer your life on a silver platter!"

Aaric whirled around and locked his heavenly blue eyes on the vampire's glowing red orbs.

Since his attack failed and the elves survived, Sahlidain felt that the best way to serve a purpose now was to find the elves. Searching the streets he found them eventually found them helping the young Samurai in battle. Waltzing over casually he looked over the battle. The bloodsucker the little on called Vlad was dominating so they obviously didn't stand a chance. Sahlidain could start acting serious...but that would require so much work. He would much rather simply persuade his way out of this. At this he lightly twitched his right index finger to cast a suggestion spell on Vlad as well as a telepathic message.

The ideas of Sahlidain poured into Vlad's head: "Why not leave them be and continue the fighting on a planned battleground. Fighting on schedule, consistently, within different types of games each time. Perhaps large battlegrounds between other races could be an option? Why have the battle end now? I say we make this last much longer." The spell was heavy with charms so even if Vlad was strong minded, he'd still be greatly influenced by this idea.

Nerwen
Nerwen used her magic to heal Kanaye, she looked up to see Sahlidain pointing to Vlad. "Pointing at him isn't going to do much." She sighed and shook her head. She looked up to her sister. "When did you see this?"

Morwen
She rolled her eyes when he sister talked to Sahlidain, "He's using magic, Nerwen." She looked away from her sister when she asked about it. "Awhile ago, that's why I tried to keep you away from the forest." She turned around and looked at the destroyed house. "But he didn't come from the forest, he came from the pits of hell, not even the Gods can save him." She looked back up to the vampire. "By the gods, that's a child!" She shouted before using her own magic and lifting herself up onto the roof. "Please stop this madness!"

Leli sobbed and grabbed the boy, holding him tightly to her chest. "Knock it off, kid!" she shouted, "If you get hurt, bad things will go down!" She pushes him further away from Vlad and smiles weakly, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes. A girl boosted up onto the roof, and she pressed the small child into her arms. "Please, please, take him away, somewhere safe!"