Valerie "Kitty" Valentine's Story

Rafael could only sigh when the screams started. "That vampiro puta is at it again..." He sat up out of his chair and put his book on the end table. Walking to the door to his room, which was really just one big library, he frowned as he cracked open the door and leaned his head out the door. "Oye! Doctor, your giving me flash backs of the Inquisition, cut it the hell out and give the poor lobo a res-" His voiced trailed of as he heard something coming from the other end of the hall. "What the.." his voice trailed off as his reflexes kicked in and pulled his head back in just time to see a wall of furry flesh fly past him. "Dios mio.." he mumbled as he dashed back to his end table and retrieved the Luger, sliding the magazine in to the grip and pulling the slide and loading the silver ammunition. "Oren I swear to god if I have to put her down..."


He dashed down the hall after the she-wolf. He turned a corner and saw Valerie and the she-wolf, "Ah, so that's were la Lobo went, she running from the vampiro bitch again?" his grip on the luger would tighten but the gun would remain down at his side. Shes fast, and a lot younger and I haven't had to take one of her kind on in a few centuries...this could go south fast

The beast skidded out into the corridor, scratching up the floor and knocking up chairs and tables as she crashed around, breaking things with the usual reckless abandon. She took a corner to set her grey, lupine eyes on Valerie, stood in the corridor. She charged in the directly of the woman at full speed, mouth over and teeth on display, before at the last moment vaulting sideways through the open doorway with a crash of upturning furniture.

Of course, such a...showy kind of exit was bound to attract attention, and it certainly had.

What it also did, was lead a certain researcher right to the spot.

"The 'vampiro bitch' is behind you, Alihambra." came the voice of Oren, without much degree of intonation. For someone whose job was principally that of an academic, she did seem to have a rather unnerving ability to appear suddenly and soundlessly.

"And I hope you were not thinking of opening fire on Norrevinter. First you'd be destroying a potentially rather SCION asset and . Secondly you would be pissing off most of the nordic lycanthrope population, and if you think one werewolf running amok is unpleasant, try fifty. Thirdly if you hit her she might just take umbrage and bite your face off. All of these would mean a lot more paperwork to deal with."

Oren re-adjusted her coat.

"Besides, Norrevinter knows exactly what she's doing. She's just trying to cause trouble so I'll never request her for research purposes again. Because she's an immature fuckwit who is only interested in breaking things."

Kate's relaxation was short-lived, as Kora ran right past her office with Dr. Kovalenko running right behind her. Quickly assuming her illusion of human features and getting dressed, Kate also made her way towards the living quarters. There, she found a succubus, a sorcerer, and Doctor Kovalenko gathered in front of a door. The vampire was warning Rafael about killing Kora, saying he would "piss off" the rest of the lycan Nordic population. "Besides, Norrevinter knows exactly what she's doing. She's just trying to cause trouble so I'll never request her for research purposes again. Because she's an immature fuckwit who is only interested in breaking things." Doctor Kovalenko didn't show any emotion, despite the werewolf halting her research. Kate made a note of it.

"Kora will come out eventually. She cannot hide forever." Kate's voice was very monotone. She joined the group in front of the door. Kate listened for Kora behind the door. She then looked at Oren. "Did she force a change? I'm sure she must be uncomfortable, considering she's not fighting..." At this point, Kate's only concern was Kora's health. She knew she must have been annoying the vampire, considering the two women had hated each other, but it was Kate's duty to keep everyone fighting fit. Kate glanced at the others. She knew of them, but this was her first time meeting Valerie in person. Rafael had been in her office a few times. However, they didn't look like they wanted to stay very long. Kate looked back at Doctor Kovalenko, waiting for her to respond.

As the woman got to showing them around, Jonah listened while Liam was still a little....aggressive. But he was not done drinking yet, so that was understandable. When she introduced myself, Jonah introduced them. "My name is Jonah. Sorcerer, and I am a LOT older then I look. My friend Liam here is too, plus he is a vampire".

"Did he mention we were cursed to be this age forever?" Liam mentioned inbetween sips. "I swear, when we find that witch, I am ripping her damn head off".

Jonah looked towards Val. "He gets a bit more agressive when he is hungry. Luckily, we have a deal. I keep him out of trouble, he keeps me out of trouble. And he should remember we can't kill her in case she is the only one who can break the curse, remember?"

Liam pouted. "I can at least make her suffer right?"

"Yeah yeah, though look at it this way. At least we got to meet Frank Sinatra in person. Aren't you still obsessed with him?" Jonah told him, before looking at Val. "I think your doing a great job by the way. Don't mind Liam too much, this is just a sensitive topic that makes him want to rip off heads, and me set things on fire".

"And cause all that stuff to happen in France" Liam mused. "And for the record, how can anyone not be obsessed with Sinatra?"

"At least what happened there was better then what happened in Vegas" Jonah retorted, before focusing back on their guide. "Alright, Liam, scout them all out and find us the biggest available room".

As she finished explaining things and Liam got back, they heard various loud noises. "Is...that a werewolf with her? Is it a friend or a foe?"

The two of them had encountered werewolves before. Some of them would not be happy to see them again. One of them at least still wants to eat them. And...Jonah noticed that Liam was playing a Sinatra song via his headphones. Still, when Val went to go investigate, they got curious as well. Liam quickly put their backpacks in the room, and then they ran towards the noises.

And then, they met some other people, as well as seeing some vampire scientist appear behind this one guy. Liam and Jonah stayed out of it, but they did not feel good about this whole situation. There was a possibly out of control werewolf in the area, and they were the least familiar to the beast they were pretty sure. Which probably meant the beast would be most likely to attack them.

As a result, Jonah put himself into position. Jonah could use magic reguardless of what position he was in, but certain parts of his magic worked better when he moved a part of him, or had physical contact with something. Should the werewolf come after them, there was a pen inside his right sleeve that he could transmute into a sword, as well as being fully ready to raise a barrier around them.

Liam looked towards the others. "Is this common?"

Alexander rubbed the bridge of his nose, throwing the papers he was looking through onto the dimly lit desk in front of him. Paper work had become his bane recently, the organization seemingly always needing more forms to be filled or more requests seemed to appear on his desk. Sitting back in his chair he gazed emptily towards the door. Despite this being his personal room, he had arranged it very much like an office, a large imposing desk in the center of the room, facing the door. The rest of his furniture was arranged around the sides of rooms.

A noise drew Alexander's empty thoughts back into reality, screaming. He already had a pretty good idea on what it was, and who had caused. As soon as the screaming stopped he dismissed it from his mid as he went back to silently cursing the papers in front of him. It was only when he heard a large crashing sound that his interest finally peaked and drew him from his seat and out of his room.

It did not take him long before he laid his eyes upon the group of people in the corridor. He came to the conclusion that Kora could not of been far as he soon spotted Dr Kovalekno. He took note of the others who had been gathered by the noise including two faces which Alexander did not recognize and seemed rather young. " A Truly impressive amount of noise this time Oren.... how long do you reckon till she reverts?" he said towards the vampress, He actually needed to speak with the she-wolf, but that required her to be in a talkative mood, and less furry.

Arturus was the first to make the 32,000 foot jump to the surface, armed with a silenced Vector and a silenced USP-45. An Israili militia outpost was their target, reecently made contact with a small faction of god knows what. Arc was still getting used to this whole supernatural side of the world, but it didn't bother him. S.C.I.O.N. paid his bills, and that's all he was worried about at this point.

They landed half a click south of the encampment, covered by the pitch black night. Arc took point, leading him and two others through a small patch of trees, emerging five minutes later near a fence. Two patrol guards were fairly close. Instead of raising an alarm and killing them, he let them pass.

"Alright, cut it J"

His second took out a small pair of bolt cutters, and chopped a human sized hole through the fence.

Arc took a look around, the outpost was fairly light on personnel, then he heard the trucks. 3 at 2:00 heading into the barracks, 2 at 12, 2 at 10:00, two trucks incoming, estimate 4 in each vehicle. thankfully, smoke grenades were a great distraction. The three made their way through the fence, and tossed a smoke about 15 yards to their left, drawing the attention of the patrols long enough for them to slip inside the barracks undetected. Three inside, headshots finished them quickly. Now, the real fun began. Arc threw another smoke from the door, his sqadmates throwing two stun grenades, all in different directions. Now that the soldiers were good and confused, the three of them exited the barracks, easily dispaching the heavily confused guards, then burning the place to the ground.

Their walk back to the LZ was silent.

Arcturus arrived back at camp before daybreak, and had managed to sneak into the kitchen before anyone had noticed his late night dissapearance, except, of course, the staff. They usually didn't say much to Arc, but that was mostly based on the fact that he wouldn't say much back. The only one he had any sort of an acquaintance-ship with would've been Rafael, Arc thought they had some similarities. He poured himself a small glass of milk, and proceeded to his room. His path was temporarily blocked by a young wolf dashing past. He paid no attention, and continued on his way, he had work to do, his gun was dirty.

Rafael holstered the luger and shrugged. "Trust me when I say this, there are far worse things that can run free..." he turns to leave
"Oh, and doctor, if you ever want to see a real demon" he would motion to Kora, "You need only ask" he walked down to the kitchen and made his way to the freezer. Taking out a hot pocket he caught a shadow out of the corner of his eye. "Good to see you back, Arcturus." Putting the frozen ball of heart attack in to the microwave, he would turn and lean against the counter.

He didn't need to eat, being immortal, such things were not mandatory. How ever he had gotten in to the habit of having one the little frozen treats due to their varied flavors and he didn't have to worry about their negative health effects. He had found that during his...extended stay in life, he had to enjoy the little things in order to keep it down. His spine shivered the last time it had made its existence known. He felt his mind slip and he started to see flash backs of jungle trees and...No, he couldn't have a flash back now. He didn't need the questions it would bring, and didn't need to explain they story behind it. What brought him back to reality was the sharp Ding of the microwave.

Walking back to his room he bit the end off and smiled. Bacon, egg, and cheese was his favorite.

Alihambra reappeared in the hallway, mostly due to boredom and the group of people. Hearing Jonahs and Liams repeated questions, he leaned up against the wall and spoke. "The lobo there is Kora, Nordic wolf, big family, Dr. Oren here is a vampiro, Montana is our spy master, by the way, shes coming your way." he would get up and move out of the She-wolfs way. "I take it you already met Val, shes a Succubus, so you might want to keep an eye on her; Arcturus is...well Arcturus." he would motion to the bulk of the group. "Theirs my self, Rafael Alihambra aka the resident sorcerer, and last but not least, we have our dear Kate Opal...who if memory serves is the only one here older then my self....Oh, there is Wiseman as well. Kind of a introvert, side affect of being an Elder Vampiro"

He would put his gaze on Jonah, "Trust me Nino, you don't need to worry about using a barrier, as scary as she looks, Kora is in control, she just likes to piss Dr. Oren off." he would turn to Liam, "Sure, you could take her, its obvious you two are not children, not regular ones anyway; but Kora comes from a large and influential clan of Nordic Lycans, you mess with her, and her family eats you alive. "

Arcturus put the last spring back into his Vector, cocked it, and fired. The clip was, of course empty, so nothing came out the business end. He liked this gun, it was compact, accurate, and easy to manoeuvre. However, the M14 was his all time favourite, he'd be putting a request in with Val later, she was usually pretty good to give him what he wanted.

"Arcturus is...well Arcturus"

Arc immediately exited the room, to find that Kora had begun to destroy everything she had seen fit. Ol' Doc was at again. He made his way into the crowd, looking for a sign of why she was transformed in the middle of the fucking morning. Not that anyone really gave a damn, but this was his quiet time, before he'd start training again, preparing for their next mission, whatever it may be.

He made his way to Rafael. "More fucking experiments?" he said in a somewhat disgruntled voice. It did piss him off that they could just lock anyone they pleased in a room and force them into doing as they pleased. God damn bullshit, the one plus was that Arc is human, they didn't give a shit about him.

"What's with the kids, field trip?" he looked down at one of them, covered in some kind of magic, Arc didn't really care what it was, but it did look like some sort of forcefield.

He made his way closer to Kora, before lighting a cigarette, leaning against the wall, and looking her in the eyes with a half cocked smile. He didn't blame her for going on a rampage, he knew if it was him, the doctor wouldn't be breathing. He had to commend her for that, she held more value for others lives than he did, maybe it was just his military background, always taught that the mission comes before yours or anyone elses lives.

Rafael felt a tingle on his neck. At this, he smiled and put his book back on his end table. Walking over to his desk , he opened a drawer and took out a thick file folder.

Still smiling as he would walk through the now empty hallway, he would stop. Something was not right. Focusing his vision, the numerous runes he had bound to the building would appear. Seeing the glowing dark red circles of energy, he breathed a sigh of relief and let him self relax. He started to walk and came to Valerie's door door.


He knocked lightly twice. He new full well her abilities as a succubus meant she had already heard him walking up, but he had to keep appearances. "Oye, Senora Valentine...I have something you might want to see, mind if i come in?" he stood and waited. Out of the many runes he had bound to the HQ, the one he found the most useful was a certain rune that allowed one too....tap in to ones thoughts. It wouldn't let him read their mind completely, no, that was nearly impossible with out full physical contact. And with most of the other members being either too strong of mind, or too well protected, it gave him vary little in the way of coherent thoughts. It did, how ever, allow him to pick up when some one was thinking about Rafael himself.

Liam nearly wanted to rip the throat out of the guy who mentioned the field trip comment, but Jonah gave him a look to stop it. "Sorry about that. You would think we would be used to it by now after a few decades".

Jonah started to get a migraine, but luckily it passed quickly. A side affect of the curse, they got headaches when they tried to remember how old they are specifically, and a minor one for generics. They could mention events and places and times they had been at since the curse, but getting their exact age was currently impossible.

Liam calmed down again as Kora went down. Seeing this, Jonah dismissed the barrier. He looked over at Oren. "Oh, I don't care about censorship. But there are situations that are far worse and would be far more deserving of that level of cursing. Like out running falling flaming debris".

When she got the call, they got interested. Field work meant they would get closer to what they wanted. Because there was no way the witch would stay off SCION's radar, especially once they made sure everyone knew of her. Her, and her demon benefactor. And when they did find her....well, Oren was not the only one with colorful words.

Meanwhile, Liam had gone off to make a phone call, so Jonah looked around. "I don't supose you have a database on curses. Or an expert on them?"

"This would be a pretty shitty field trip if you ask me" she'd muttered more to herself than anyone else. It took only several seconds for Val to again grow uninterested in the scene playing out before her and decide to head to her own room this time.

After pushing herself off of the wall she was leaning on Valerie would walk over towards the two boys she had given a tour to earlier and sarcastically remark "Welcome to SCION, we hope you enjoy your stay!" in the voice of a stewardess before approaching Arcturus and gently plucking the cigarette out of his mouth so that she could take a few puffs from the cancer stick herself and then hold it back up to his mouth for him to grab or let fall to the floor if so chooses.
"Thank you kindly." she'd say to the Canadian with a wink and a smile before feigning a Southern accent laced with sarcasm as she turned and began walking towards her condominium. "Yall have fun now ya hear?"

Arcturus just looked her in the eyes as she held the cigarette out, and watched it fall for a moment before catching it with his two fingers. he brought it back into his mouth as she winked at him, faked a southern accent, and walked away. It seemed as though she liked him, which was great, considering he needed a favour. He quietly brushed past the others, and continued to puff the last bit of his cigarette as he made his way into Val's room.

"I need an M14, silenced, with a holo sight if you could." before he made his way back into his room, removing his personal dossier, and beginning the report of last nights mission. The report would be easy, black-ink, not so much. of course, SCION had their own report, which would probably be much further blacked than his, but still, black-ops reports were definitely not his strong point.

He slid his dossier file back in the drawer and locked it. There were things in there that even the people (if you can even call them that) wouldn't want to see, and did not need to know. He spent about 45 minutes on it. He set the report on his desk once it was finished, to let the ink dry. The last word triggered a flashback. He began seeing a particularly bloody night, one of his first nights in JTF2


"OPERATION VIPER"
Sept 22, 2001.
Zabul, A.


*Kicked in the door, Infant beheaded, Woman hanging from celing, Sound of a knife, chewing, black bag, car, crying, yelling, Cleaver sounds in the distance, bright light, Israili Accent "You'll make good meat, boy", blood, knife slips into hand from sleeve, tie wire cut, bag cut, whispers "Kill them all" to himself, disembowelment, grabs AK, kicks out door, 7 headshots, screaming, young girls in cage, naked, mixed race, males in separate cage, organ processor, meat grinder, children running, 9 more headshots.*

He came back into reality. He remembered it well. Got himself kidnapped on purpose by an organ trafficker who was believed to be assisting is the funding of the Taliban. They were selling organs of children and young adults, selling fleshmeat, sex slaves. Something in him snapped that night, he killed every single non-prisoner in there. The guards didn't get it too bad, but the the butchers. Cut every single finger and toe off, cut arm veins and hung them from the feet until the bled out. Killed the kids working the proccessors and grinders. He never recovered from that bloodlust since.

Arc made his way into the kitchen for some food. A few hot dogs would do. He grabbed four, threw them in the nuke, grabbed a jar of mayonaise, took anunbelivably large scoop, and threw it on the plate as he took the dogs out. He sat in the living room, removed his respirator, and began eating. He could tell from the onlookers he was enjoying his meal far too much. Having a couch to sit on was a fairly now concept, but it was definitely enjoyable. Once finished, he headed back into his room to finish his report. It looked like someone had moved it. Not a big deal, it wasn't something that needed to remain secret. He slid his drawer open, without unlocking it. Something wasn't right. His ;ast mission, previous to his switch to SCION. The assassination on Kofi Annan during the peace talks in Syria. Paid 3,000,00 dollars to continue the war, and allow the UN to step in and take down the Assad government. Someone knew, and it wouldn't be long before he found out who. People around here liked to talk.

"...Isaid I'm fine..." Kora mumbled, shrugging the support off as she rose to her feet, leaning against the wall. She paused there to clear her head before setting her gaze on Montana.

"Not that I don't appreciate your concern, but I have been training to force changes since I was five or six. I can manage."

She straightened up, made her way over to the sink in the smashed-up kitchen, and poured a glass of water. Well, a plastic cup. They didn't tend to keep too much that was easily broken for...well mostly for that reason entirely.

"...getting freakin' tazed on the other hand is not something I'm quite as adapted to. Not that I hold a grudge or anything. Unless it's Oren. Then it becomes funny."


She downed a glass of water in one gulp, clearing the rather unpleasant taste of blood that tended to follow a transformation. You did not tend to bleed too much, Oren had gone one about how the blood vessels massively constricted during a shift, however, when you had a set of fangs bursting through your gumline, it did tend to leave that nasty taste on your mouth.

"I'm not going to the infirmary. Spent all morning in research. Had enough being poked and prodded by people in white coats to last me a while. I swear every time that leech looks at me she's picturing a dissection session and I don't doubt she'd do it. Vamps. They give me the creeps. Like reptiles." she paused, casting a glance in Stride's direction.
"Uh, no offence intended."


She was about to speak again, when the SCION intercom flared suddenly into life. The speaker system had been set up for remote access...where the 'remote' was was less clear, but the voice, that of a female speaking calmly and clearly, but with a chipper enough tone, broadcast out.

"Good morning agents of SCION, I do hope you're all well. A new case has come to our attention. Please will all field-cleared staff, medical dept, and research convene in the meeting room immediately."


Kora gazed up at the small speaker with narrowed eyes.
"It's like you do this on purpose. Am I really expected to swan into a staff briefing in a table cloth? Is this where my life has led me?"

"I wanted to show you-" He was cut off by the rather loud accountant. ""While it would be childishly amusing to skip such a meeting I think we should show our faces, no?" Rafael would shrug his shoulders in agreement and fallow the women down the hall. He was slightly taken back by the woman's burst of speed and found himself instinctively making chase. He only slowed as Arc waved him down and spoke. "Care to join me in disappearing for a day? Bring a gun, something small and quiet, and shoots fast, this could get ugly, and I'd rather not bring anyone back dead. It's not absolutely necessary, but I thought you two might like to see what a human war's like nowadays." Rafael stopped and spoke with a slight smile. "As much as i would like to join you, I believe we have been called in to a meeting, any other time, sure." He would turn and continue up the hall to the meeting room.

Upon entering said room, he found himself looking not only at the small group of SCION agents he already knew, but a few new faces as well. “Well, they get younger every year.” He would nod to the notably younger looking agents in the room and take a seat at the back of the room. He would turn the empty seat in front of him around and rest his loafers on it. Bringing the brim of his hat down over to his face to make it seem like he was going to take a nap.

He was in actuality using his senses to take note of the new auras in the room and took to sending out a mass probe that would reach out and touch each of the three new agents in the room. He counted a Fallen girl he had only seen in the infirmary once before. A newly turned Lycanthrope with a rather…heated aura around her and lastly he felt an aura he hadn’t felt in over 700 years. “A Medusa? Hmm…this should be interesting” he thought internally and brought his head back up. Setting his eyes on the board at the front of the room he let a small chuckle escape his lips.

Liam finished making his call, and went over to Jonah to help get their stuff into the room. He took both their backpacks to get them settled, and then decided to investigate the room. Mainly, wondering if there were any monitoring devices, but he was also wondering how old it was and what everything would originally look like. Jonah had this annoying habit of changing things without saying anything (like turning a closet into a condensed hallway with several rooms without taking up any additional space), and it could get a bit annoying at times.

Jonah had more questions as Liam returned, but the announcement apparently put everything else on hold. Not wanting to miss anything, the two rushed immediately there, Jonah forgetting to put the dufflebag with all of his various collected objects in their room with the rest of their stuff. Jonah had collected a large variety of magical objects during their search for a way to reverse the curse.

Jonah and Liam rushed in to try and take some seats close by. For a moment, they thought they were the most casually dressed, until Val came in. Jonah took the opportunity. "Hey Liam, bring back any memories".

Liam blushed in reference to the old prank, when Jonah locked him outside their hotel room in just a towel. "Jonah, please never bring that up, or else. I have ammo too".

Jonah shot him a glare as they took their seats. Still, he took out his phone, to check for any texts. Nothing yet. He looked around at the others.

This would be their first step on the path to revenge, against the demons, and the witch.

An announcement cut over the intercom, requesting all personnel into a meeting. It wouldn't be the first time Arc had left a meeting early, and certainly wouldn't be his last. He made his way into the room, grabbed his old JTF2 uniform, suited up, grabbed a large backpack, put his Vector, his USP, a few concussion grenades, and made his way to the room. He leaned against the back wall, next to the door, making it clear to the higher ups that he would not be staying for the night.

Several new faces were in the room. Arc didn't like new faces, hard to trust people when you don't even know what they are. His eyes met those of a younger woman, she didn't seem too happy to be here. Although the cloaked figure really caught his eye. He heard all the rumors, but he didn't care for what others said about her, he wanted to know himself. The stats said she was a fallen angel, works in the infirmary. Arc had never really spent much time there, so he'd never really met her.

Arc texted his LT.

" 2h, we've got a meeting, I can't just bail. Should be over sometime soon. "

He walked further into the room, looking for a place to sit. Against his better judgement, he sat next to Fel. She had definetely piqued his interests, and he wanted to know what made her tick. But that was a conversation for later.