Randon laughed "Issac my butchering goes far beyond animals." He raised his hands and another gladiator sword in his hand. "I'm just about done and if you wanna go then i'll be glad to leave you a few scares upon you scaly hide." He sneered and he had filed his canines to a point. "shall we?"

Issac smirked, his red eyes flashing in the minimal light there was.

"I really REALLY would like to see you try to leave a scratch on me." Issac said chuckling. He knew that almost nothing could break his skin, certainly not a blade.

"How about a catch? You can use your swords and whatever technique you like. While I. . ." He trotted over to a tree and snapped off a thick branch. "Can only use this." He spun the shaft of wood in his hand idly.

"I think that's fair, don't you?" He chuckled with a most smug grin plastered onto his face. "Or is that too much? Perhaps I should assume my human skin?"

Randon laughed "Fine by me if you went into your human form it wouldn't be much of a challenge now would it." He finished hacking up the meat and then stowed it away and pulled the bloody shirt and smock off. He then walked to the other side of the back yard and smiled again "Shall we?" He stood still and placed his hands together. He pulled his hands apart and a spear formed between his hands. "Ready?"

Issac smirked and immediately assumed his human form, bones cracking and snapping as they shrunk and rearranged into their human places. The red haired youth smirked, he still had very sharp teeth.

"Yeah, I suppose it wouldn't be much of a challenge." He said, obviously referring to himself. He spun the stick and then held it at both ends, brandishing the middle of the stick towards Randon. "Your move kid."

[[I don't know where everyone ran away to, but they all need to run back.]]

Ian sat in his normal throne. He was resting only for a moment as he gathered his thoughts, trying to confirm himself that what he was about to do was a good thing. Although he had done it countless times before, he always asked himself if it was the right thing to do.


He tapped his fingers quickly, in sync with his racing thoughts. Finally he stood abruptly and left the room in three long strides. He made his way up the grand staircase and to his room.

He retrieved his things from the bedside table and headed back out the door.

He went back down the staircase, his feet shuffling as fast as he could making it down in a few seconds. He went to the closest surface near him which aimed him toward the kitchen.

He reached his hands into his pockets and pulled out a plastic sack, and a razor. He uncurled the knot in the bag easily and let the white powder fall onto the marble before him. He cut up the smaller rocks then replaced the razor and sack back into his pocket. He formed two fat lines and lined them up next to each other. He leaned his head down, the tip of his nose slightly jolted by the coldness of the marble. He flared his nostrils and slid his head down and inhaled deeplt, taking both of them at the same time. When he was done, sniffing up the extra glass that had strayed from his lines. He threw his head back, a groan of pleasure escaping his lips as the meth instanly entering his system. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and for a split second, Ian was lost. Lost in the overwhelming feeling of this pleasure. He sighed slowly, his breath barely stable. He steadied himself, holding his hands on the surface in front of him. He eased his breathing to a steady pace and walked out of the kitchen towards...wherever.

Wherever was right into Hayley.

They basically crashed. Ian jumped back, the crystal putting him on complete edge. He realized who he was nearly cowering from and recovered himself, standing back near her. His eyes naturally traveling down her body. He took in every feature of her. Her fire hair framing her high cheek bones. Her stunning silver eyes. They seemed to pierce right into him. She was staring right back into his own purple eyes. She could clearly see that he was high.

"Your totally sprung." Hayley stated slowly. She began nodding, as if proving it to herself even though it was completely obvious. "Your eyes are sooo frickin' dialated."

Ian moslty ignored her, not really even comprehending the words that poured out of her mouth. He was too busy looking at her to even understand what she was saying. His eyes traveled to her full, firm breasts then her lucious curves. Her pale complextion bringing out her features. Finally Hayley's voice reached his ears. "...I'm not a piece of meat." His eyes were back on hers, his eyebrows lowering. A smirk forming on his face. "Dear Hayley," The smirk turning into a grin showing off his perfectly pointed fangs. He closed the distance between them, pressing her lightly against the wall. "You are if I say you are." His eyes traveled lower as well as his right hand, starting on her stomach down to her leg. Hayley quickly snatched his hand with hers. She clenched his wrist tightly and squeezed him, almost hard enough to break his hardened bone. He grunted in pain and she twisted his chin so he was looking right at her. "You don't touch me unless I say so." She pushed him away and headed up the stairs and into the arms of the closest vampire around the corner.

Scout slipped out her window, landing lightly on the roof. Issac and Randon looked like they were about to start fighting, and she scrunched up her nose at the sight, carefully climbing onto a large tree branch. She could go fairly far into the woods without touching so much as a toe to the ground. She practically held her breath as she gingerly climbed from branch to branch, hoping to avoid detection. Of course, that was only possible if her dear mind-reading alpha was properly distracted by Aiden.
Her pride had been stung by everyone's assurances to protect her. She wasn't useless just because she had issues with violence. Falling out of third-story window had that effect on people.

Jenson made her way back downstairs, finding her room to be rather boring since Scout had "vanished" out of the window. For a moment she watched the young wolf, light on her feet on the roof. Then she turned and headed down the stairs, back into the room that Aidan still occupied. She snuck up behind him, sure that he had no idea that she was there from his thoughts. She was directly behind him now, the warm air that seeped from her nostrils probably raised the hair on the back of his neck. She eased herself onto the back of the couch and lounged there as a cat might. One of her hands twirled his hair and the other was propping her cheek up. Her midnight blue eyes met his when he turned to see who mysteriously snuck up on him. She grinned and sighed slowly, taking in his features. She couldn't help but to look him over, her eyes wandering before she found room to speak. She cleared her throat first, "Ahem, and what do you have planned for today, my Defender?" A bit of a flirtatious edge rimmed her voice and she winked at him.