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Blake VanHellsing

"We are merely pawns in the grand scheme of life, and in Deaths eye we're just the other pieces."

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

Description

ImageBlake VanHellsing

Personality
Blake is the usual; "Funny guy" He's always been one to make others happy. He's a people person and he really hates being alone. He loves making people laugh, and laughing himself. He can never pass up an opportunity to get a pun or joke in, even if it's sometimes immature or childish for his ripe age.

Blake's other side is his business side. He can also be very serious and grim. He usually acts this way when on "business" or soul collecting.
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Powers
Energy: Electricity; Blake can create and control electricity, sometimes when he's angry a normal rain storm has been know to turn to a thunderstorm.

Physical:Super speed/reflexes: Blake's muscles have super sensitivity making them move very fast and making him have very fast reflexes.


Past
Blake grew up as a normal child in the 16th century, But when war broke out, his city was ransacked, leaving many dead. this is when he met Death. Death came to collect his brothers soul, and he had mercy on Blake, instead of taking his soul he "blessed him" by making him a witch, later, when the pact was made Blake was one of Deaths number one collectors. of course he was in the pact.
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So begins...

Blake VanHellsing'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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Castiel was annoyed. Not really because Death called upon her, but more because it didn't even have the decency to say please, or thank you. Or wait until it wasn't two in the morning. After a good bit of complaining and groaning about having to get up, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood on shaky legs. Currently she only had on a loose, long, grey v-neck. This meant she could either throw some black leggings on, or she could get a completely new outfit to put on. The decision wasn't very hard to make, and after stumbling around for a moment, she slipped on the leggings and left the room. The hallways sudden brightness made her wince, and she ducked back inside to grab a pair of sunglasses before leaving again. Usually people would look at her oddly for wearing sunglasses, since she wore them whether it was sunny or foggy, but at this time of the morning she doubted many people were still out on the streets.

Either way, it didn't matter, she was going to wear them.


She was one of the witches that wanted desperately to get away, which meant she was further from Grenwhich than most of them. And she really didn't like running, so after checking that she had her sword, she got on her bike and began towards town. Within about twenty minutes she was there, and had already spotted the figure standing all alone. She knew it was one of the witches, it was easy to detect his power, just like any other non-mortal could do. Parking the bike a few blocks away, she made her way back to the figure and was there before anyone else had shown up. "Hey Blakey," she grinned, coming up beside the other.

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Tristan blew out a small smoke ring flicking his fingers lazily causing the smoke to twist it’s self into the shape of two dogs. Tristan made the dogs chase each other around for a while, a small smile on his face. Finally the dogs vanished into the wind, captured by the breeze.

Tristan relaxed further into his old armchair on his front porch. Even though Tristan had accumulated quite the wealth over the years he lived in a small cottage at the edge of town. He preferred the peace and quiet, people were noisy and stank badly. Having enhanced senses could really suck sometimes.

But here was his own space, 5 miles of land and woods surrounding his cottage. All his. Tristan could never stand the large and ugly buildings most people lived in far too restricted…and painful. Tristan puffed again on his pipe pushing down the broken memory. Just content to sit on his porch and watch the night go by.

Tristan had just begun to dose off when he heard the rush of an oncoming force in the wind. Alert, Tristan stood up suddenly pipe falling to the floor. Tristan looked around widely expecting an attack, hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

The soul gently wafted towards Tristan who chuckled at his overreaction. Rolling his eyes Tristan clicked his fingers “come”. The soul twisted its self toward him caressing his face, filling him. Oh here we go again why don’t they just do as death wishes? Fools. Sighing sadly releasing his peace was at an end Tristan bent down to pick up his pipe.

He paused turning the pipe over in his hands it was ancient, an antique in fact. It was made of fine ash with the talon of a bird curled around the bowl, a symbol of the wind. It was the only other possession Tristan had as long as his blade. But he had no idea where it had come from but he could not bare to be parted from it.

Tucking his pipe safely away Tristan entered his house grabbing his pack. As death could call at any moment Tristan had the foresight to always have the essentials on hand when needed. Carefully checking he had everything Tristan sealed his house tighly behind him stepping back out into the cool night air.

Securing his pack tightly onto his back Tristan began the 30 minute walk to town the way illumined by the full moon which hung above him. Tristan smiled. He could hear the fast beats of Blake’s feet as he ran to town pounding ahead of him. Honestly always in a rush.

Well let’s get this over with thought Tristan as he arrived at the meeting place 26 minutes behind Blake.

let the games begin

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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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"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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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.
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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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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.

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Blake sighed as the argument started and everyone began to leave. Blake sighed. "Why don't we meet again tomorrow?" Blake said. he got up. Some of his hair began to stand on end. He sucked some air in and the static went away. He tended to lose some control of himself. he sighed again. "I should leave." Blake said.

Blake got up. He zipped up his pale grey/blue hoodie. He felt a little cold, in more ways than one. "Not here though," Blake said with a slight shiver. "maybe the bar, down town." Blake then disappeared in a low glow of blue, then a puff of smoke.

Blake appeared in his room. He kicked his shoes off and dived into his bed. He closed his eyes but couldn't sleep. he was too busy thinking... His mind kept thinking of the argument. They had never even done anything like that. he feared someone would turn. It wouldn't be good.

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Alessandra was pissed. She was just a muzzled dog barking at passing strangers. She was contained, caged and chained. Completely harmless in her current state. She watched Blake leave and when she did, she couldn't help but let out a breath that she didn't know she'd been holding. "Finally..." With that she was out of the door walking down the street ignoring the mob of drunken idiots on the alley across. She glared at them, her green eyes blazing with an unnatural sparkle that made them back away with awe and fear. Mudanes. Allie turned to walk away and paused to realize she didn't have anywhere to go. She didn't sleep, never. Not ever since she became what she was now. She could spend the night at one of the other witchs... "Aw, hell."

Allie scrunched up her face too deep in thought to care about how she was standing in the middle of the street, at night, by herself. She had money and some apartments that were being rented out to make more money, but she had never actually bought her own estate or a home she could stay at by herself.

She had foolishly moved into a dorm room she shared with a chinese girl too silent even for Allie. Besides, her room-mate had clearly stated that tonight was her night. Meaning she got the room to herself all night, what for, Allie didn't want to know. Alessandra would need to spend the night somewhere. Even if she didn't sleep, she needed shelter and... Food. She despised looking to the other witchs for help and now here she was ready to make a house call. Allie sighed and concentrated on where she needed to go. Instead of disappearing like Blake did, there was a flash of light at her center that blinked and she disappeared almost somehow looking as if she was sucked into it.

Alessandra Chase appeared in Blake's room, her eyes adjusted quickly to the sight of Blake in his bed. She silently picked up a shoe she found and threw it at him. "Get up!"

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Blake was startled as Allie threw the shoe at him. It hit him square in the face and he ended up sitting up so fast he fell off the bed. He scrambled to stand and catch his breathe. "For someone who is an immortal soul collector... You scared the shit out of me!" Blake exclaimed. He looked into her face, being a witch he could see clearly in the dark when he desired. He could see she seemed to have question on her face. He knew she wouldn't have come for nothing either. "Need a place to sleep?" Blake asked. He smirked.

"You can come cuddle up with me in my bed," Blake smiled. "or you can use the guest room." Blake said as he crawled back into his bed and adjusted the blankets. "In the hall, to the left, next door." Blake said as he laid back down. "And if you're planning on staying here for a longer time, don't worry. I've been looking for a roomie. Just buy some groceries every once and a while." Blake yawnd.

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Castiel frowned, listening to the children bickering. It was like this every time, one of them would be stubborn or have a different idea. Actually, the stubborn one was usually her, so this was a bit new for her. Now, it didn't exactly bother her. But she would much rather be in bed at that moment. Alessandra ended up standing and leaving, and Cas sent her off with a lovely good riddance, bitch. So you could say she wasn't the most thrilled with the girls quick reappearance. Same as always though, she wasn't required to be friends with her and the first chance she got, Cas would probably stab her in the back. Literally or figuratively... she was still trying to figure out. There was no doubt that Cas could get this done herself, any of the witches in the room could take on these tasks by themselves. Death must have a reason for making them stick together.

At least, that was what she'd been telling herself.


People began leaving, leaving only Daniel, Annette, and herself in the room. This was when she finally rose from her seat, uncrossing her legs and softly stepping back onto the cold floor. She was tempted to shift, just because it would be easier to get back to her bike if she could run as fast as a cheetah or something of the likes. But she didn't yet, and probably wouldn't until she got back outside. After stretching, she turned to the other two witches and offered a small wave. "See ya' guys." and she turned and left. On her way back to her bike she saw Tristan, and gave him a similar goodbye as she had the other two. When she reached her bike, she didn't return home. Instead she pushed it onto the sidewalk and shifted into a grey and white husky dog. There was no way that she was going to get sleep after this, so she might as well spend her time wandering around town.