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Allesandra Chase

"I never let my gaurd down and I never will."

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a character in “At Deaths Door”, as played by BlueWind_22

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Name: Alessandra Chase
Nickname: Allie, and Alice
Age: Looks to be 17
Gender:Female
Role: Female witch 3

Energy Power: Ability to absorb energy from other people, but not other witchs unless they agree and let her take energy. She can take lots of energy but can't really control it. She can link up with someone's energy and just lose control and take more then she needs. The outcome usually is for the other person to go into a coma for a short period of time or tiredness for days afterward. She can also give energy to other people and that person can accept or decline the extra energy. What she meddles with is life energy and can only be used on people.

Physical Aspect: Alessandra can make illusions of herself. She can stand put while her copy walks off. This ability is weak and only makes an image of her but isn't actually real. She can make up 3 copies of herself, she's still working with making more appear.

Personality: Alessandra is the silent one who when thinks of things, can't help but blurt out her own ideas. She can be stubborn, and quiet but its probably because she's younger than her fellow witchs. She looks 17 and she has a weak physical aspect, but its her energy malipulations thats given her spot. She likes to keep her nose in a book, and go her own way. She is somewhat solitary and doesn't go out much. She doesn't say much, but she tries to be honest and truthful, but she beware. She is a great liar. A liar, and sometimes a thief, she is also very motivated toward physical health and forces herself to endure harsh training everyday. She can sometimes be cold and stand off-ish toward guys, especially other guy witchs or whatever you call them. (Warlocks?)

So begins...

Allesandra Chase's Story

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Death sat on his throne of bones. A shaded mass of twisting contorted souls shifting around the ancient skeleton shrouded in a black cloak of pure night. Six mirrors hang in front of him on a non-existent wall, light from the torches in this huge throne room of stone and shadows created flashes of light radiating off of the mirrors out of which Death watched his young witches.

Castiel Stoke, the Natomancer.

Annette VanClaude, the Pyromancer.

Blake VanHellsing, the Elemancer.

Allesandra Chase, the Silent Leach.

Daniel Davids, the Living Shadow.

Tristan Grayraven, the Pure Wind.

Death smiled upon his creations and released six separate souls, one into each mirror. The souls, like wisps of living smoke they floated toward the mirrors and then into them going to the Witches giving them their commands.

"Go my children, fulfill your contract." Death called to them.

Blake woke from his sleep, he heard but a whisper of a soul in the room. He knew Death had called them. He looked around, his witch kicking in, he could smell the soul. "Come." Is all Blake said and the soul rushed to him, entering his nose, his mouth, and ears. the smoke enveloped his head and then exited. He could then know the message by reading the souls memories. He was to collect a soul from a man who had cheated death. He hated be woken up at night by Death. But hey, it's Death. You can't really yell at him and tell him he's an asshole. He knew the others weren't too happy about it either.

Blake got up out of bed and slipped on some jeans over his boxers. he then ravaged through his room looking for a shirt. he got impatient and flicked his fingers making his finger shimmer with little sparks. He finally found a shirt and put in on, he had to then use the same trick in his closet to find his usual collection of blue and grey hoodies. He felt in his pocket, and as usual his sword hilt appeared as he called to it. 'Better get this done with.' He thought as he walked out of his bedroom and went through the hall down stairs. It seemed more like he was running though due to his super-human speed.

He ended up outside in a matter of seconds. He urged the door shut behind him. No one would dare break into his house, it was really a mansion. Being alive for hundreds of years gives you plenty of time for making a successful tupperware business. He racked through the souls memories again and he knew where the man was. "Here we go." Blake said beginning to jog. He was going about 30kmh. When he began to get winded in a few minutes he was already in town. Grenwhich. That's where he and the rest of the witches always met before contracts.

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Alessandra Chase
Alessandra Chase was in the middle of playing dart with her so-called human friends when Boss Man called. Boss Man. She rarely thought of him as what he really was, Death. She always tried to ignore the reality of her situation, which was stupid because she actually liked being what she was in a sick way. She liked taking the souls, but she didn't tell the others or comment on it. Allie never knew if they also found taking someone's soul or energy seductive and invigorating like she did, but the feeling was unwanted tonight. She was having fun with her present friends and maybe a boyfriend? She glanced at a red haired guy across the table from her. He grinned at something Hailey said but glanced at Allie for a moment too long for a friend look. Allie smiled back at him, ignoring the feeling of emptiness growing inside. The soul was near, too near for her comfort. "Geez, its cold all of a sudden." Hailey, big time honor's student at the nearby college gripped her sweater around her.

Alessandra Chase dropped her fake smile and spoke to the guys about forgetting about an assignment due sometime tomorrow she forgot to complete.

As soon as Alessandra walked out of the 24 hour bar the soul attacked with the ferocity of an anrgy cat. It forced it's way into her head blocking out the few streetlights there were. It clouded her, made her feel uncomfortable and as if her head was ready to explode from having her head being crowded. The soul left quickly and suddenly, leaving her dizzy for a moment or two. She lost her balance and stumbled forward before she caught herself and jerked herself back into a evened balance walk. Alessandra never knew if it was because she was younger than the other witchs or if it was because of her power but everytime the souls came to bring messages from Boss Man they always left her tired, slow as if they took some of her energy away. Maybe because Boss Man delights himself at torturing me so, she thought suddenly thinking of how it angonized her to absorb someone else's energy not knowing if she'd kill them or merely slow them down. No matter, she thought, I'll have to find a snack on the way.

Alessandra Chase stalked her prey, a normal boy with the look of a quarterback. She always chose the ones that looked healthy, never choosing someone sickly. When she was close enough to touch his back, the boy abruptly stopped causing Allie to walk right into his back. "Umph." The boy turned and looked at her looking embarassed, curious and suprised. He was handsome Allie had to admit. His brown hair was messy, and his eyes were the color of.. She couldn't tell with the lighting but she sensed him to be a kindred soul. "I'm sorry." She whispered out before lunging foward and grabbing his wrist.

The instant her hand tightened her grip on his wrist his eyes fluttered close and a groan came from his lips as he fell to his knees. Alessandra held him up, her hand still holding his wrist. She felt his energy flow into her, give her strength and enough clarity to stop before she truly killed him. The boy would not remember this transcation os energy but might feel tired for a few days. She dragged him into an alley before making her way to Grenwhich her heart pounding rapidly and her breathing easy, a relaxed pattern despite her running feat. It was no sweat. The extra energy would run out in a few hours but it was enough for now.

Alessandra Chase soon caught sight of Blake and one female which she forgot. She was about to say something when she instead chose to stay in the shadows, to wait for them to notice her presence. Allie watched his from behind, her red hair tied back into a pony tail, her green eyes that were too green and bright for a normal person. She wondered if they felt her power also. If they felt her power to be small and weak like a fly or if they felt her power to be bloated from the extra energy. Did the power feel menacing or friendly?

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Annette shivered and pulled the covers tighter wondering in her barely awake state why it was so bloody cold in her room. She rolled over and tried to get comfortable again but something was off, she had this strange feeling something was watching her. Opening her eyes she saw it, the shade was standing next to her bed staring at her. "Well that explains things." Tossing off the comforter she sat up her feet hanging over the edge of her bed, it swayed a bit at her movement, the chains attached to her bed that left it dangling from the ceiling clinked together. For a moment it watched her and she watched it unembarrassed by her lack of clothing. "Lets get this over with then, come here." The ghost approached her then melded into her body she shivered again, ghost always gave off a cold presence to her but the energy they gave her was worth it.

Hopping off the bed she padded across the carpet to her dresser and changed out her sports bra for a regular one then pulled on a black tank top and a pair of yoga pants. She grabbed the hilt off the nightstand on her way out the door only pausing to grab a jacket and slipping into it putting the hilt in the pocket. Annette didn't live far from the city but it was far enough out that a run wouldn't be fun, instead she got into her car and drove to the meeting place. Parking a block away she got out and walked the rest of the way giving a small wave to the other witches. "Hey there lovelies, it's a beautiful night wouldn't you say?" the sarcasm was evident in her voice but actually she really did think tonight was a nice night, if only she hadn't been forced out of bed she might have appreciated it more.

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"You seem happy as ever Cas." Blake said sarcastically. He yawned and stretched out his back standing on the tips of his toes and pushing his clenched fists towards the ground easing all of his muscles. He then shook his head a little, his messy bed-head shaking about wildly. His messy hair now instead of just messy on one side it flared up in all directions. He then sucked in some air making his hair loose all its static and fall flat.

"We should wait for the others." Blake said. He walked away a few feet and leaned against a wall. "Get comfy... We'll probably be here a while." Blake said ending with a sigh. He hated waiting. he wanted to get the contract over with so he could get some more sleep. Death kept him awake a lot.

"Too bad they're not as fast as me." Blake chuckled. He kind of hated his speed power. He was always in a rush, no matter what. Even when he was just walking he would find himself going way faster than intended.

He then smelt something he had known a little too well. Human energy. He knew who it was, she was always too shy. "Come on Allie. You know we can sense the extra energy. Come on out." Blake said. He smirked. "Quicker than usual." He whispered to himself.

Then came Tristan. The only witch Blake had actually spent some time with as a friend, not just for business. "Tristan." Blake said with a friendly nod.

Then Anne. she hated being called Anne, but Blake did it anyway. "And that gang's all here...." he trailed off and looked around. "Minus one," He sighed. "and we wait...."

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“Oh don’t give me that look not all of us can move as fast as you can” Tristan said irritated as Blake glared at him but smiled as he nodded. “Anyway its not like I’m late or anything” Tristan muttered defensively as he joined the group properly, leaning against a wall pulling out his pipe again. “So how is everyone on this fine night?” Tristan’s eyes flicked to Annette car and Castiel bike. “Honestly does no one use their legs anymore” Tristan smiled mischievously “walking is very good for the soul you know”. Chuckling Tristan filled his pipe and lit it puffing gently. “So who’s the poor buggers this time?”

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Daniel simply opened his eyes to the sound of a Whispering soul. "I'm not sleeping, Please just come here." The Whispering soul Of Smoke Quickly Flew into his mouth and Entered his body, Displaying the Memories and Target. "Understood" The Wisp left him and Disappeared into the wall. "Not Being able to Sleep Does have it's moments though" He thought Jumping off the ground onto his feet.

He was Lonely siting there in his Room alone, leaving him feeling relived to have a Mission for that meant Seeing everyone again. Quickly he Slipped his Feet into his Brown Timberland Ankle high Boots wasting no time and Changed his Shirt. "Maybe? Yeah probably for the Best" He Sprayed himself with some Extreme Blue cologne on his Under Arms and on his Wrists. "Over did it? Nah" He could Barley smell the Cologne with his Arms down at his Sides which was Good enough for him.

Daniel was now dressed in a Leather Jacket, Purple undershirt, and Black Jogging pants. His hair was Still parted to the Sides and Down with a Weight in his Jogging pants pocket. The Hilt to his gift from Death was there, And a German Shepard at his feet Starring up at him. "Yes, I think I'll be back in time for Lunch" He was Talking to a Dog. The dog lowered it head back to the ground and whent back to sleep. Without a Goodbye Daniel Left Down a Stair case right outside his room, to his front door and out onto the street.

His Walk to the next town was Nice and Quite, a Nice Dark Blue Morning Sky, Few people on the Streets, It just Seemed to good to be true to Daniel as He approached his Destination. He felt the Presence of Several Other witches, in the distance Daniel Saw Everyone happily Standing around together and decided it best for him not to hold up the Hunt so he Sprinted as Fast as he Could over to them and next to the wall Greeting them all with "Good morning Everyone" Sounding Chipper and Happy to see them all.

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"Now that our marry little band is all here we can get started." Blake took out his gift from Death, the hilt of his sword, He pushed a brick in on the wall and it went backwards along with a few other, six actually. All the holes had a nice mold in them the exact size of the hilt. He placed his in the third slot since he was the third witch. "You know what to do." He said. It was odd. They had never chosen a leader out of themselves but Blake always seemed to become the leader of any group he was in.
((sorry for this god modding but I wanted to complete my post))

When all the hilts were in, a staircase appeared in the ground beside them. Blake and the others took their hilts and descended the staircase ending up in a cave like room fully lit with candles and torches. It was really one of the only old fashioned things they had. The lair was always where they held counsel and had their meetings.

The floor was smooth obsidian, as were the walls. There was a hexagon shaped table in the middle of the lair with chairs all surrounding it. All the chairs were different though. Blakes had a lightning bolt on it, Castiels a tree, Annettes a phoenix, Daniels a cloak, Allesandras a siphon, Tristans a symbol of wind.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Blake said. He took his seat, but once again walking to it went much faster then intended. As he sat the lightning bolt above he chair began to glow with an eerie blue, as if there were actual lightning behind it moving in slow motion.

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Alessandra Chase
If Alessandra Chase wasn't afraid for the guy she drained earlier, she would have snapped at Blake but she didn't. Her thoughts were swirling over what her humans were doing now and if the handsome boy had woken up dazed and afraid. Allie did as Blake did, but when she saw the chairs, she held back for a moment too long to have the look of being confident and excited to get this over with. She sat in her chair, feeling small compared to the others.

Alessandra had the body of a seventeen year old, and her frame was miniscule, her tiny waist and shortness always made people think her a pretty schoolgirl that would never harm anyone. It was a lie. She wasn't as strong or as fast as Blake, but she pushed herself into doing the harsh things that would always make limbs feel like cement after awhile. Alessandra looked at Blake and nodded before thinking that she didn't actually have to be here. She could watch from the shadows and forced her shadow copy to follow and do as these guys do.

Allie inched out of her chair and walked away to lean on the wall leaving a copy of her sitting on the chair. No one would notice her leaning on the wall. They'd think she was her copy and she was the one sitting. Hopefully. She focused on the copy of her siting and placing her hands on the table. Allie walked away from the table getting deeper into the shadows closer to the staircase. They wouldn't know she was herself and that she was abandoning them right? When her Copy's foot started to fade Allie almost groaned in disapoinment. She still needed to work on this. She took one step closer to the table and her copy's foot reappeared.

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This place was always dank and Annette didn't like it much. It might of been because she could control fire that the cold affected her so much but she wasn't sure. Though no matter how cold this cave ever was she knew all she had to do was get to her chair. As the phoenix came to life, the image bright and flickering like flames, the seat it's self would begin to warm. Snuggling into the chair she brought her feet up into the seat getting comfortable while she watched the others file in and get situated. She watched as Allie as she made her double and then one walked away, she wasn't sure which was which at first and the she noticed the one in the chair was missing a foot for a moment. So Allie had left the table, how such a skittish girl had made a deal with death she wasn't sure but in the end it was really none of her business so she turned away and pretended not to have seen anything.

Having settled in she waited now for the meeting to begin. Sometimes she didn't see the point in these meetings, often times the target was an easy catch and Death sending all of them to capture one soul was a bit of an overkill if you asked her. Once again though it wasn't her place to question others, especially not Death. She supposed that all this unnecessary leg work was just his way of making them earn their keep during down time. Of course there was always the possibility that this target was indeed a tough one, she was just going to have to wait and see.

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"Well duh, Blakey." She rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall next to him. "Why wouldn't I be happy? Hell, I'm thrilled. Ya'knoe, bein' up at two in the morning and stuff, it's super freaking amazing." The sarcasm dripped from her words, but she kept the same fake smile on her lips. "You know, you're sort of lucky," she began, looking over at him. "I mean, you never have to pay for gas or anything, since you're pretty much as fast as a car." Not that her bike really needed much gasoline.

Allesandra appeared a few moments later, who earned nothing but a glare from Cas. Tristan was next, and he got a smile and a wave. It was easy to see which of the gang she liked better, the females never ceased to annoy her. Annette wasn't terrible, and hearing the sarcasm in her voice caused Cas to smirk slightly. Maybe she could at least pretend to get along with that one, it was the chirpy and happy ones that she never liked. Though when Tristan mentioned her bike, she paused and a faint look of confusion crossed her face. Had she not hidden the bike well enough? It was at least two blocks away from them- Perhaps he had passed it on his way here.

After Daniel arrived, happy as ever, Blake told them to get out their swords and soon they were heading down the staircase. The man had seemed to self-appoint himself as leader, which didn't bother her much since she didn't listen to him anyways. If Death was just smart enough to send them on these missions solo, they would all probably get a lot more done. But of course, you can't argue with Death, no matter how stupid it was.

Cas took her seat, subconsciously pulling down her shirt a little more. She should have worn better pants- and a hoodie -it was freezing in the room. Not to mention the sunglasses she was wearing was making it difficult to see in the dim lighting, but she still refused to take them off.

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Tristan entered the room a moment after everyone else, taking in one last deep breath outside. He hated being trapped in the small space but needs must. Clutching his pipe harder than necessary Tristan eased his way into his seat securing his swords hilt to his side. The whisps of blue on the back of his chair glowed, twisting down around the chair brushing softly against Tristan's skin. The movement of the air seals provided some comfort in the dark,stone room but it wasn't enough. Noticing that his companions discomfort was as great as his Tristan closed his eyes concentrating hard, moving his fingers as though in prayer.

The air shifted. The warmth being forced downward rather than up causing the air around them to warm up slightly. Blinking a few times to steady himself Tristan smiled softly “well we’re not much use frozen” glancing around the room Tristan’s eyes landed on Cas. “Oh by the way Cas I think your back tyre has a puncture. I could hear the air escaping when I heard you coming. Just to warn you” smiling Tristan sat back in his seat breathing deeply trying to keep himself calm.

Lifting his pipe again Tristan took a deep puff smiling slightly when Alessandra left the chair to lean against the wall. She always did this. Maybe I should tell her I can smell the difference between a glamour and flesh and blood. Nah it’ll make her panic better to keep it to myself. Tristan nearly laughed when he saw the glamours foot disapper. oh dear someones out of sorts

Well let’s see who we’re hunting this time.

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Daniel Walked in with a Grin as the Candle lights Flickered from Daniel. Tristan Brought the warm air down to the Ground level, But Daniel was Still wandering around the room. He personally thought it as a great place to hold meetings and Such, Being underground and Cold before Tristan Decides we can't function When Frozen. It was Nice. Daniel finally found his Way to his Seat and Slowly Sat down into it. Upon seating his Emblem Dissipated into Nothing, Returning randomly from Darkness seemingly when ever it so chose to.

Small or Big It didn't matter, Everything had a Shadow...Except Daniel. Daniel was his own shadow and from thus Brightness for where his shadow WOULD be is only the Light that Transparently passed through Daniel Projecting onto the ground. Daniel always thought of his Shadow as a Different version of himself watching his back, but now that He was his Shadow...He didn't know what to think.

Daniel was Becoming impatient with the meeting, he wanted to spend as much time with people as he could but never would ask if they wanted to get a drink sometime or something. He thought of that as his own Contradiction, Daniel always wants to ask but Never does.


His boredom began Getting the best of him as he Played with the Darkness around him. Under the Table he forced the Darkness to mimic a Candles Fire. Darkness Molded into things that would normally give off light. The thought amused him. "Whats stopping something that's Shaped like a Fire, Acts like a Fire, and Feels like a Fire from being a Fire?" It's a Question he thinks of a Lot when he's Alone.
But he'd lost Focus and Let his Shadow Fire die. A quite Sigh Escaped him as he Returned his view to the People around him.

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"Well shall we?"" Blake said. He placed his hands on the hexagon table in a relaxed manner so he could lean forward resting his chin on the top of his wrists. "So we're after a football team." Blake said. he chuckled a little. he liked football, but he knew he had to do what Death said, else he would begin to turn to dust.

"They were in a bus crash on the way to a game and they all saved many lives. They pulled people out of the wreckage of their cars and stopped the flow of souls. Twenty people were meant to die that didn't, which means we need to make up for it. We need at least twenty of their souls. Blake said, he had a slight smirk on his face. He knew these people would go to a good place. they were heroes, killing them would actually put them in a better place.

"They're from the College in town. We should get a plan together. We don't need a mass collection, that would stir tons of suspicion. Maybe we can set the change room on fire and barricade the doors? Just a suggestion." Blake said. He always felt bad yet good at what he did. Death wasn't bad. He was there to make sure everyone had their turn. He was kind of in sorts an equalizer.

Blake sighed. he really didn't like being "the boss" he had to be serious, he much rather be the normal him. The funny, "buddy-buddy" him. But he could never be like that.

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Football was probably the most useless sport ever played. Cas didn't understand humans, even when she herself was mortal, she didn't care for football. Or the jocks, she definitely didn't like the jocks. But either way, they were always so easily amused. Like by watching a bunch of sweaty guys in tights run around a field, chasing a football. It made no sense, and it definitely didn't make sense that they got paid more than the people that actually fought to protect their country. Not that she really cared much for the soldiers- they weren't doing her much good -but she still thought they deserved to be recognized more than idiotic football players. Human logic made little sense.

"But that would be more then twenty souls," Cas pointed out. She wasn't a killer, she just took what she needed to fulfill Death's wishes. No more, no less. "Anne, Allesandra, and I could distract those that we don't need, I s'pose." She glanced over at the two other girls, and then frowned. "Or at least, I'm sure I could." It wasn't a comment against them, she just didn't seem them as the girls that would do something like that.

"Or we could just make it easy, even if it would cause a scene. Daniel could conceal himself with shadows, and I could just turn into an animal. We could get rid of them, and then you," she pointed to Blake. "Can electrocute the building, make it look like an accident."

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Tristan leaned back in his chair puffing gently on his pipe. 20, it hasn’t been that many in a while well at least we haven’t got hunt down another rogue. Tristan back gave a painful twitch at the memory. The wound had long healed but still burned every now and again.

Tristan had little love for footballers. He rarely shared their company, they were far too loud and they stank of sweat and hormones but death by burning seemed a little harsh. But Cas’s plan was risky they could be linked to the fire perhaps a compromise could be made.

“Both are credible ideas but may I make a suggestion. We barricade the doors as you said but instead of fire which is unnecessarily cruel. I’ll remove the air out of the room completely. They would just fall asleep. It would look like a gas leak just a horrific accident. A fire may be seen as arson. Remember how petty humans can be over football. And the ladies could distract any collaterals”

Pleased with himself Tristan sat back in his chair.

This wasn’t as bad as I thought.

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Annette frowned at Castiel calling her Anne but didn't comment on it, she really disliked being called Anne. "I agree with Tristen, I think setting them on fire would be too cruel. They would die in extreme agony. Going to sleep and never wakeing up would be a painless way to go but it would also raise questions. . . Unless we could the room with poisons gas somehow." They weren't bad people and didn't do anything wrong really, they didn't deserve to suffer like that. It was sad that they were tasked with taking a whole team though, the city as a whole would mourn this 'accident'.

"As far as being able to distract a few of the boys I'm sure I can manage that." It wouldn't be the first time she used her feminine wiles to help capture souls, surely not the last. "I mean what jock wouldn't want to help a pretty little 'thang' with a broken down car? There are other ways to coax a few of them out but that one's worked pretty well for me in the past." Annette said playing with a strand of hair.

"If anyone else has some ideas to toss around we could always put them to vote." she said looking around at the others. Honestly as long as they didn't suffer she was fine on however they did it. Annette may have like to collect souls but she did her best to make sure the innocent never went through more pain then they should have, the guilty on the other hand. . . well one can never know how those situations turn out.

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"All good ideas." Blake said. "We could sabotage the boiler room before hand, make a gas leak, it gets repaired and then when they die of a "gas leak" there's a reasonable cause." Blake said. He smirked to himself. This was one of the quickest meeting they had ever had. Once one of their meetings lasted days because they had to take the soul of a child. They ended up waiting until the child was 18 and then finishing the job. Death reluctantly agreed with them.

Blake leaned back again and stretched his back by leaning back in his chair. He heard a satisfying pop and then he relaxed. "Have we come to a decision?" Blake asked. He looked around at everyone. "No objections?" He questioned again.
((sorry for a short post guys))

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Alessandra Chase
A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of football players. The boy she drained earlier looked a jock, could she have ran into someone on Boss Man's list and not known? Alessandra tuned back into the conversation her face becoming emotionless. Her green eyes glittered too much betraying the fact that she was glad to take more souls. Her double sitting at the chair disappeared comepletely after she let her mind rove at the possibilities of what they were doing. What does it matter how we kill them. The human world means nothing. What matters is they did their job. Allie became aggravated with this talking and her anger rose at what Castile said. Allie had drained many people to the point of death some were on accident while others were on purpose at Boss Man's request. "Why take the jocks?" She qustioned.

Alessandra hadn't listened to the entire conversation but it sounded like they needed at least 20 souls and the people didn't matter. She could walk into one of the Jocks and feign embarassment like the boy from earlier and just... Drain him dry.

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Daniel Sat back listening in on everything trying to think of a Reasonable Way to claim the teams souls. "We could always Barricade the Doors flood the room to 1 cm of water on the ground and Have Blake Electrocute them..." Daniel thought as he Devised Several other Plans " Or lock the doors and Kill them all off..." His mind Continued thinking of different ways to get all the souls to death in both Cruel and Painless ways "...Sealing Collapse..." The ideas were coming to him like Grass in Summer. He kept all of his ideas in his head, He didn't want to share them in thought he might come across as nothing more than a Killing machine. So Daniel kept his mouth shut and Sat there listening to all the ideas."We could sabotage the boiler room before hand, make a gas leak, it gets repaired and then when they die of a "gas leak" there's a reasonable cause.""Have we come to a decision?" Daniel Stayed out of it knowing someone would have something to say."Why take the jocks?"
Daniel Turned to were Alessandra was Standing, his face emotionless. "Because He Told us to. To be more Specific they were in a Bus Accident and Saved twenty people altogether. Thats Why we're Taking the Jocks." Daniel finished with no more emotion than he started with.

He turned back to everyone and remained still. "Damn, Sometimes I really wish these chairs could Recline." Daniel Muttered under his breath.

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Alessandra Chase glared at Daniel. If he was human she would've drained him dry without mercy, and she'd do it the most painful way imaginable. Alas, he was not. He was a warlock loyal to Boss Man. Something, a thing not a person, she had to bow down to or rick losing her imortality everything that makes her and she'd lose her soul. Allie didn't snap back at Daniel, but snorted and her hands became fists. If only there was a way to be more than what she was now. A caged dog taught to kill on command, and her handler was Death. In way, it seemed like they were all like dogs to Boss Man in her head.

Allie wanted to do something. Anything at the moment. So instead of standing still and creating more arguments she mentally shrugged at herself. "Well, shouldn't we get going or are we going to stay here and argue like nine year olds." Alessandra turned, walking out of their meeting room and back onto the street, inhaling the cool air that kissed her skin. She always hated the meeting room. It was resembled that of a prison cell with its menacing walls. Alessandra waited outside, but then... Her phone began to ring causing her to yelp. She pulled it out of her back pocket and answered automatically. "Hello?"

"So, did you finish your late assignment?" Allie scrunched her face up. "Sam?" "Yes?" "Why are you calling me this late and the paper's due tomorrow." "Uh-huh." She sighed, "Knew I was lying didn't you?" "Yes, yes I did." She didn't say anything for a moment her mind working quickly to come up with a better lie. "I felt sick and am currently at the hospital. I didn't want Hailey to know." And then added, "You know how she is about the hopsital." Sam replied softly. "Yeah. I know. So what did they give you for this illness that had suddenly come over you?" Allie replied quickly. "A shot and pills." She heard some laughter in the background. "Are you guys still at the bar?" "... No." "Don't lie to me. I can hear Hailey's and Sasha's laughter. And I know they wouldn't follow you home... Unless... Are you drunk? Are all of you drunk?" She heard a quick intake of breath and more laughter from the speaker of the phone then a girly voice answer. "Aw, don't be mad Allie just because your-" A hiccup. "-not drunk yourself." Allie growled, "Sasha, I know this was your idea of whatever this is, but don't call me until you've guys have sobered up." With that she cut their chorus of groans and laughter off knowing that her last words, her last sentence made no sense if one really thought of it.

Alessandra Chase was angry, and somewhat disappointed with her group of human friends. She knew they were great and loyal but they were the opposite of everything their appearance promised when they're intoxicated with alchohol. When it came to searching for trustworthy friends, she was blind to their flaws. It was a irritating trait.

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Daniel heard The girls Snort, and Could feel the Tension in the room. "Well, shouldn't we get going or are we going to stay here and argue like nine year olds." Alessandra Turned and Walked out of the Room pleasantly. "She's right, and I think we're Fine with the Mixture of Tristan's Idea and Blake's." Daniel only stood up out of his Chair and Stood behind it, as if waiting for everyone to leave first. His eyes were looking at the ground under the Table with his Face blank. I must had seemed really insensitive, to get a Reaction like that. His voice rang in his head. Now I remember why I don't usually talk in these damn Meetings.
His hair Blocked his Face and he Wanted to Phase through the ground into where all the machinery for the Door was, it would just be easier that way.


Daniel truly doesn't want to become some Insensitive killing machine and would much rather Go against Death than kill another Witch. But to help someone like that, would take power. And to gain Power, Takes Time. Time was Something Few ever had.
Claiming a Soul was Honestly only Taking it, Looking into it's memories, and Throwing it to Hell to be judged. Killing could be Painful and the soul then awakening in Hell to be judged. it was Just a Sad Circle of life to Afterlife.

Daniel remained Standing behind his Chair looking through his hair to under the Table. "Whenever everyone's Ready."

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Annette raised an eyebrow at Alessandra's abrupt departure. She didn't know her very well but Annette could tell she had an anger problem. Then again maybe Annette was just too easy going to pick up on any hostility. "Well I had no idea we were arguing. I thought we were only tossing around ideas." shrugging her shoulders she turned back to the group "I'm all in on this idea now all we need to decide is the when and where of it all." She looked over at Daniel, he was upset about the way that Alessandra had left. She felt that he didn't have a reason to be upset, he didn't so anything wrong, it was she who hadn't been paying attention in the first place.

"Daniel, when do you think we should get this done?" she asked him trying to get him involved with the meeting again. He seemed to have drawn into himself and she felt bad for him. Briefly she wondered why she never really saw any of the others outside of their assignments, she thought it was about time to change that. She hadn't been with this particular group of witches very long but knew that Blake was at least in the same age range as she was. Moving to sit crossed legged in her chair she thought about how she didn't know much of her team, she should change that.

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The voices around Tristan had begun to meld together into one constant throb of noise. Tristan tried to shake himself out of it but he couldn’t focus. The room thrummed with tension, the air was growing stale. For Christ’s sake breath Tristan thought clutching his pipe. I have to get out of here. Tristan could feel it building under his skin, a storm he had to leave, hunt anything.

“Guys, real sorry to break it up now when we're on a roll but I gotta get some air. Be back in a sec” Tristan flashed the room a rather fake smile noticing everyone seemed rather on edge but paid it no heed. The looks flashed his way made it very clear they knew he hadn’t been listening but frankly Tristan didn’t care.

Hurrying out of the room quickly Tristan walked quickly to a few blocks away breathing quickly. The descending fog in his head clearing Tristan grabbed for his pipe filling it. Damm I’m nearly out well might as well restock as I’m in the city. Tristan leaned back against the alley wall closing his eyes letting the air flow through him.

Tristan heard a soft shuffle about a street away wrapped around the stench of alcohol. Tristan smirked perfect. Tristan took of quietly walking into the next street then her saw her.

Late 40s defiantly, homeless and extremely drunk. She hadn’t noticed Tristan as she was trying to light a cigarette with shaky hands. Smiling sadly Tristan walked over to her quietly taking her hands. She raised her head, her eyes unfocused. “Shush, it’s all right I’ll take it all away” her head titled back as Tristan drained her soul out of her easing her into a deep sleep, one she would never wake from.

Tristan lowered her body gently to the floor, she would be found in the morning. Tragically died of an overdose or something. It wasn’t like anyone would care.

Tristan walked towards an old oak tree, standing rather awkwardly in the street. Sitting under it Tristan closed his eyes twisting his hand in a figure of eight. The leaves of the tree fell gently twisting in the air around Tristan. The soul Tristan had taken earlier was released into the air hovering amongst the leaves.

Tristan twisted his hand concentrating on the soul carefully, forcing it into the leaves with a final flick of the wrist the leaves collected in the bowel of Tristan’s pipe. Well that’ll last me about a week Tristan thought leaning against the tree, smoking.

I wonder what we all agreed too Tristan smiled softly I’m sure someone will tell me. A couple of blocks away Tristan heard the thud of feet on the pavement.

Well the peace was nice while it lasted.

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"It doesn't matter..." Daniel's response was bone chilling then he Continued." But if we can get there soon We can rig everything the way we want it and be done by the end of the day." He was calmer now than when he started. Why even try to Get involved with the Conversation? Whats the point, Id just end up pissing someone ells off. The thoughts felt like the tips of knives poking him. The last thing they needed here was a group of people who all pissed off at each other, and Daniel knew that...Especially when there might come a Time when their life's are in each others hands. The thought slightly Scared him and When people in general are scared they can over react.

Daniel waited another moment before speaking again " Let them have One last game Before they Die maybe? I don't know. " He spoke aloud once more but didn't return to his seat, being still partially irradiated with what just happened before.
“Guys, real sorry to break it up now when on a roll but I gotta get some air. Be back in a sec” "Thats one more to the count." Daniel said to the remaining four witches after Tristan Left.