Rose City & Moon Forest

Aurora Mortenson emerged from her bathroom in a cloud of steam. With a sigh, she ran a thick black brush through golden blond hair and sat on her bed, checking the clock. Two in the morning. Not a bad time for a vampire to be just getting ready for bed. Not bad at all, in fact, most of her coven was probably still wide awake. She'd just gotten back from a midnight investigation into the murders and disappearences that had been happening lately . Her findings had shocked her and she'd needed a good bath to think. Now, sitting on her bed, she placed the brush down and picked up the small figurine sitting on her bedside table.

The figure was one of a woman, pulling a bow back, ready to shoot. She closed her fingers around it, squeezing harder and harder until there was a brief second of pain and then the thing snapped in two. Just like that. A month ago, her closest friend had gone missing, vanishing out of no where.

Tonight, Aurora had found the huntress figurine laying beside her mangled body. She had had to use all her willpower to force herself to inspect the wounds and after careful examination, found exactly what she'd feared. None of the marks were werewolf claw marks or bites.

Meaning someone else had done this. Someone who'd left the figurine. Aurora glared at the broken thing in her hand, demanding it to provide her tired mind with a logical answer. Sadly, it did not answer her and she sighed, setting it aside and standing to change into her white nightgown.

As soon as she stood, Aurora was forced to sit again. A blinding white light seared through her eyes, burning her, and making her scream. As a vampire , one of her greatest fears was blindness, but just as she'd thought she'd never see again, the light dimmed and the pain subsided.

Aurora found herself panting hard and she slapped a hand down on her bed to reassure herself that she was okay. Her hand struck paper. She looked down to see that she'd smacked a yellowed letter that had certainly not been there a moment ago. What the hell had just happened? Confused, Aurora lifted the letter delicately and read through it.

She dropped it, letting it float gently to the floor at her feet. For the first time in a hundred years, her hands shook with shock as she quickly threw on her lace nightgown and grabbed the letter. Without even stopping for slippers or a robe, Aurora marched straight down the hall, white lace billowing behind her as she moved purposefully.

She didn't stop until she'd reached Julien's door, her second in command. Outside, she pounded on the door urgently. "Get your lazy ass out here Julien, I don't care what you're doing!" she barked through the door. Another second and no answer. Too long. Without another word, Aurora shoved the door open and stepped inside. "Downstairs in the livingroom now." she ordered impatiently before turning on her heel and heading back up the hall.

As she did so, she made sure to jiggle the handle of each door, giving the others her sign for "get downstairs , meeting.
Once Downstairs in the main livingroom, Aurora selected the largest of the many velvet chairs all wrapped in a "U" shape around the grand fireplace. The fire was still popping soft, bathing the room in a warm glow. The open windows let in the cold night air and for the first time since reading the letter, she realized she was shivering in her nightgown and scooted her chair closer to the heat of the fire.

As she waited, Aurora crossed her legs daintily and thought. What was she going to do? She glanced down at the letter. You know what you have to do Aurora. She thought to herself. Yeah, but is that what's best for my family? The idea made her cringe, but she knew what to do. Based on the letter, it was her only option.

Slowly, the members of her coven started pouring in and Aurora lifted her blue eyes from the letter. She waited until everyone had arrived before speaking, voice as casual as if she was talking about the weather. "We're moving in with the werewolves." She said bluntly, letting hee crystal clear blue eyes make contact with each one of theirs , knowing it would enraged most of them, if not all. "There's a race of humans." She lifted the letter for them to see. "They know our secrets and they're hunting us. These disappearances have been due to them. They're called the Cacciatori and they're absolutely deadly." She lowered her eyes and sighed deeply. "I don't care how strong you think we are, we can't take them on ourselves. I've received this news from the lost princess Daniel herself." She said, lifting the letter again and raising her eyes.

She rested her gaze on Julien's, then the others one by one challenging them. "I'll hear your protests out, but you won't change my mind. I don't like this just as much as you don't, but it has to happen or we"ll all die. Anyone who doesn't believe me can read the letter." she looked up to Julien for support. He was her right hand and no matter how crazy he drove her sometimes, he was good at his job otherwise she wouldn't have chose him.

A cold breeze flooded in through the window, cutting through Aurora's nightgown , making her shiver. Silently, she hoped it wasn't a bad sign .



Caprice Mornelli sat in her office, a stack of files in her lap. Her clock read two in the morning, and as she worked, she held a cup of coffee in one hand, heels propped up on her desk almost carelessly. Large brown eyes scanned line after line of tiny 8 pt font, not even tired despite the late hour. She was used to late nights. Not only was Caprice a workaholic, but there was also no better time to catch a vampire or slay a werewolf than two or three in the morning.

Or apparently read files.

A disturbance at her door made Caprice look up, one eyebrow hooked upwards as if to say: "can't you see I'm busy?" At her door stood her messenger. He wasn't good for much, but he knew how to protect himself at least. Sad really, what became of her fellow Cacciatori members who really had no skill. "What is it Albert?" She asked rather impatiently.

"Its Bryce, Miss Mornelli. The man said sheepishly.

"And? What about him? Because short if him being dead, there is absolutely no reason for you to bother me while I'm working." She said annoyed. As if to prove a point, Caprice stood, towering over the man.

"uhm.. Actually.. He is dead. Killed by a vampire just now."

And with that, Albert scampered out of the room barely missing the vast that was pitched at his head when she'd registered what he'd said . "WHAT?!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs, the photo on her desk rattling violently. Bryce was dead? How? He was her top man. Her right hand. She shook her head. Dam vampires, if you wanted something done right you had to do it yourself.

Sitting, Caprice managed to calm herself again and think logically. Papers forgotten, she grabbed for the phone. The secretary's voice came, adding her who she wanted. "Chandler please." she said an waited a minute. Since most agents were at the office either for last minute paperwork or a late night hunt, it only too Bryce's brother a second to answer. "Chandler , yes, its Caprice . I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you, but Bryce has been killed by a vampire. I would like you to take his place as second in command. It would do your brother proud." Her voice was pleasant and sympathetic as she spoke. Sure, she could have chosen her own sister to take bryce's place, but she hadn't. Mila was too soft for the job, and while she loved her, probably the only person Caprice ever had loved , she wouldn't give her a job she couldn't handle.

Julien's bed was more than big enough for two and he rarely slept alone. Whether or not his company was alive the next morning was never really certain. His sheets and comforter were pure silk and as red as a rose. At the moment, the covers shifted and undulated wildly, giggles and murmurs coming from underneath. Julien grabbed his date for the night around the waist and hauled her up so that he could bury his nose in the nape of her neck. She smelled absolutely delicious. Of course, she was beautiful, sexy, maybe a bit dense, but that's how Julien liked his meals.

"You know, I really hate it when you bring these little tramps home with you."

The girl squealed and scrambled away, gathering the covers to her chest. Julien sighed and looked up to where Fox was perched on the edge of his dresser, legs crossed, arms folded over her chest, and glaring coolly. She had the decency to wear a glamour, but Julien was sure that there wasn't much he could do to explain away a woman appearing out of nowhere in his room.

"Who're you?" the girl demanded, shooting wild looks at Fox and Julien, back and forth. Fox didn't even look at her. She disappeared and appeared again leaning against his closet door. The girl jumped and her mouth fell open. Julien let his head fall down onto the bed with a groan. There was no way he was going to salvage the mood now.

"What good is she, anyway? Not even worth her weight in blood," she said with a sniff. "What are you, Type O?" she asked, glaring at the girl for the first time. "You don't even like Type O!"

"Will you stop?" Julien snapped, sitting up in his bed. With a huff, he reached out to grab the stunned girl by the shoulder and dragged her to him. "Sorry, cutie, I meant for there to be a bit more romance. Oh well." He clamped his hand over her mouth and his mouth over her neck. It didn't take him long to drain her, he had been thirsty. When he was done, he wrinkled his nose, pushing the girls prone body off of the bed. "Ugh, you were right. Type O."

Fox glowered. Then sniffed. A few moments later, fat tears were rolling down her cheeks. Julien heaved a sigh. He was used to Fox's mood swings and possessiveness. It was annoying, but after about two years of her constant attention, he learned to live with it. That and as someone who had been around for practically forever, she was a good ally to have. It wasn't hard to keep her happy either. Her biggest problem was that she liked to fight with him just as much as she liked making up. He climbed out of bed, his silk sleeping pants hanging loosely on his hips, his chest bare. Wordlessly, he wrapped her in a hug. She jerked away, out of his reach. "You play games with my heart," she said. Julien was about to remind her that their sort-of-relationship was nowhere near exclusive and that he had found her wrapped around some guy at a club many times when there was a sudden, thunderous banging on his door.

"Get your lazy ass out here Julien, I don't care what you're doing!" It was Aurora. And he knew that voice. Something big was going down.

"Look, can we have this fight later?" he whispered, heading over to grab a long-sleeved, button-down shirt. Of course, he should have known that Aurora was going to break down the door.

"Downstairs in the living room now," she snapped and was gone without another word.

"All right!" he yelled after her. He pulled on his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned and stalked out of the room. He paused briefly to touch the ends of Fox's hair and kissed her on the cheek. "Don't be a pain, Fox," he warned her. Telling her to go away would just provoke her to cause even more trouble. He could sense her skipping down the stairs right behind him, his own psychotic little shadow. He rolled his eyes. Of course, Aurora would be perfectly put together even in the dead of night. Julien tousled his hair and flopped down onto one side of the sofa, taking it to himself. Fox appeared there the moment before he hit the couch so that his head was pillowed on her thigh. He glanced up to see her smiling sunnily at the rest of the coven as they filed in. They probably weren't too surprised to see her there. She liked to spend her time hanging around and it was practically impossible to keep her out.

Julien listened closely to Aurora's announcement. He protested loudly and bratily when she announced that they would be moving in with the dogs because it was expected of him, but in his mind, he was steady and considering. Something had happened... Aurora didn't make decisions like these lightly. Especially not decisions like these. There was something wrong, something in the very room didn't seem right.

Suddenly, Julien sat straight up and took a deep breath of the air. "Aurora, why do you smell like--" he didn't even want to say the name. They had all mourned when she disappeared. "Did you find her?" he said, referring to Aurora's best friend.

Getting up early,having a nightmare Natahila woke up in a panic. She jumps up from her bed and felt herself start to huff and puff.Again?! God,how long until he gets out of my mind! She exhaled and just felt a tear go down her face,sometimes she wished she could go to someone other than her brother but she didn;t want to be judge and if that meant keeping that little secert from her entire family then so be it. Knowing she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep,she got out of bed and walked to her sliding closet. She grabbed an outfit out that she set out the previous night,she liked being prepared. she slipped off her pajamas and slipped on her new outfit.

She looked in the mirror and shrugged,she didn't care much about what other thought of her unlike most people she didn't know nor did she care. She undid the high ponytail that was holding back her scarlett hair and let it flow down,cupping her tan olive skin. Everything looked perfect,it just need one thing that she never left her room without. Her golden locket,which was set on her black wooden nightstand. Putting around her neck,she clear her throat.

She exhaled before sneaking out her room,not wanting to wake un her fellow pack members. They could be sweet when they wanted to be but it's like waking up a bear,they will chew you up and spit you out at a snap of your fingers. She snuck downstairs and grabbed her favorite hat from the island,right where she left it last night. She was tired and being so quiet made it feel kind of creepy but,for some reason she loved the silence. She grabbed a apple jacks cereal bar and sat on the island they had in the middle of the kitchen. Not long after she heard Emmanuel,saying he had something to tell them.

She rasied a chestnut colored eyebrow before walking into their family room and sitting in a chair a little farther away from the others except for one,where her brother sat. She pulled her pulld her bare feet in the chair with her tilting her head side to side,something she did often when she was bored. "What could be so important anyway,I mean it's not like the vampire are coming to kill us or something." She chuckled at the thought. Vampires and werewolfs killing each other....guess it's better than us being stuck with them. Right? Boy was she in for a shock.

OCC:Sorry,I know it sucks but I have a party to go to. Hasta La Bye Bye. :P I probably won't be back until later today.

An odd looking man sat on a stool in a shady bar at 2:30 in the morning. He laughed drunkenly with with a porcelain red haired beauty. His laugh was filled with inappropriate placed hiccups and snorts. His voice spiked like an erratic heart monitor. Her laugh rolled out of her tongue like a satin ball rolling off of velvet sheets. Her piercing silver eyes only highlighted her immense beauty. As they spoke, it was obvious they were both interested in each other. The woman was the puppetmaster of the two, slowly stringing the man along, getting him to do as she wills. "Your so funny, Brad. I'm amazed you don't have a girlfriend." the crimson haired woman said, a dreamy tone wafting from her mouth. "Hehehe, yeah, thanksh. Sho, your sure your shingle? Caushe your really really pretty. I would die to be with you." Brad said in a stupor. The woman's facial expression from one of happiness to a sinister grin. "Well.....if your that serious about it." She leaned in close and whispered into his ear. "Let's go back to my place....right.....now." Her voice had an inhuman level of seduction worked into it. The man shivered from ecstasy from her whisper. He simply threw down a fifty and half-walked half-stumbled out of the bar, the woman on his hip.

They walked to his car. When he reached it, he had trouble getting the keys into it's hole. "C'mon yousonofabitch..." he slurred out, scratching his car a bit. The woman smiled slightly and put a hand on his shoulder. "My place is only 2 blocks away and it's a lovely night. Let's walk." Brad turned around and stared at her with a goofy grin. He nodded. "Okay, let's walk." he then drunkenly stuck his arm out for her. She had a fake look of shock on her face. "My, what a gentleman." and they were off. They walked for about 10 minutes until they turned into an alley. She got closer to him and looked scared. He dawned a cocky grin. "Don't worry baby, I'll protect you." She giggled a bit and pulled him closer. "Oh, I'll bet." She then reached her neck over and started kissing his neck. She then pushed him hard against the wall of the alley. He got a little scared. "Woah, you wanna do it right here?" She looked at him dead in the eyes, her eyes seemd to change to something more....deadly. Fangs then protruded from her mouth. "I love blood with alcohol mixed in it." She sniffed his neck, he seemed to be quivering and let out a little whimper. "Ive been waiting all night for this, Brad." the woman said with ecstasy in her voice. The man was whimpering as she grew closer, but suddenly he stopped. he then spoke in a very different and very sober voice. "Funny, so have I.....Veronica Val Jean." Her face immediately became perplexed. Suddenly, the man pulled a water bottle out of his jacket and threw it on her face. She screamed in pain as steam rose from her face. He immediately hammer fisted her in the gut, causing her to bend over slightly. He then pulled a shiny sickle from back inside his coat. It was steel....save for the inside blade lined with gold. He jumped up and rolled off her back, hooking the sickle around her neck. They were now standing back to back, the blade touching her skin as more steam seemed to rose from it. "Wawawhat?" Veronica said sounding terrified. The man shushed her softly. "Shhh. Don't speak. What? Did you think there would be no punishment for running around and killing innocent people. Draining the blood of men who have families and lives to live. Men who couldn't defend themselves from a monster like you?" He said sounding a bit snarky, but with a degree of seriousness. She seemed to be whimpering now, and softly weeping. He shushed her again. "Shh, Veronica. Don't worry." He gently lifted the blade a bit away from her throat. "Huh?" was all she said, trying to compose herself. Then, his tone changed to one who sounded very dead inside. "It'll be quick." He then pulled down with all of his might, decapitating her in one foul swoop.

Her body fell to the ground in a heap and her head rolled off down the alley a bit. He turned around and sighed at the scene before. "Clean up time." was all he said as he walked off back to his car. He arrived a few minutes later with a body bag and another bag filled with odd items. He placed her body and head into the body bag and put it in his trunk. He then scrubbed the alley clean and dusted garlic powder all over it. After he was sure it was spotless, he pulled out his phone. It had an odd jack in it, so the call couldn't be traced or found by any satellite. He made a call directly to his boss. A secretary answered. "Ms. Mornelli, please." The secretary transferred his call. When he heard the phone be answered he immediately started talking. "Mama Eagle, this is Renaissance Man. The Men's blood Bank is closed for business, repeat, the Men's blood bank is closed for business. Got the trash in the bag and the house is shiny." He was speaking in code on a secure line. There was literally no reason to do this, but, Priestly would be Priestly. "Awaiting orders, Ma'am."

It was a beautiful night. The moon was shining gently and an owl let out a mournful hoot on the old oak trees outside his room. A few daring moonlight danced on the male face as he turned his head and let out a grunt before grasping the pillow and put it over his face to prevent it from waking him up. He didn't want the damn thing to ruin his sleep more than it already did. He let out another grunt as he snuggled deep into his warm bed, and let out a content sigh as he quickly realized he had successfully avoided that damned moonlight. Al was sleeping, blissfully unaware of the urgent matter that would happen to him a few more minutes. He really, really needed his precious sleep. From a far distanced outside his room, Al heard some noises but he was too sleepy to care about it. At least, he didn't care about it until it practically slammed into his eardrums with a shrilling noise - a very familiar noise, too.

"get downstairs, meeting."

The leader of the coven - his cousin - Aurora Mortenson had waken him up from his beautiful slumber...again. How many had she done that already? Ten? Twenty? Al let out a loud grunt, trying to fall asleep again but it was no use. He had received his order and by the sound of it, about a pretty serious matter, too. Yawning loudly, the lazy coven member opened his eyes and let out a mighty yawn. 'Well, this sucks. I really shouldn't have partied so hard last night' He thought with one hand rubbing his eyes, trying to shake the sleepiness out of him. Finally, deeming himself good enough, Al grasped his white, button-up shirt as he hastily put it on. After that, he put on a pair of black jeans and looked at the mirror image of himself before smiling brightly. Well, he did look dashing today. Al turned the doorknob and walked out. He hoped it was some good news. Maybe they had captured some new humans for him to toy with.

But... his spirit was quickly crushed as he heard his leader's words. "We're moving in with the werewolves." She spoke curtly and Al resisted the urge to shout in anger. What kind of decision was this? Did she even think what they would think of this? 'This is ridiculous! There is no way in hell I will stay with those hairy creatures!' Al thought as his eyes flashed in anger. Had she gone mad from leading for too long or what? She made eyes contact with him or at least, she tried to. Alphonse refused to look at her as he huffed and crossed his arms, willingly let himself listen some more of her nonsense. "There's a race of humans. They know our secrets and they're hunting us. These disappearances have been due to them. They're called the Cacciatori and they're absolutely deadly." She said as she lifted some kind of yellow paper and Al felt his anger nearly got out of control again. What a stupid, dimwitted, laughable statement! There was no other races as strong as the Children of the Night! "I'll hear your protests out, but you won't change my mind. I don't like this just as much as you don't, but it has to happen or we"ll all die. Anyone who doesn't believe me can read the letter."

Al reached out his hand in an attempt to read the letter but stopped himself as he heard Julien spoke again "Aurora, why do you smell like--" He paused and began to choose his words before he spoke again, this time his voice was gentler and more hesitant and for the first time, Alphonse realized his cousin was smelling like her friend "Did you find her?" Before Julien or Aurora had the chance to speak anything, Alphonse cut them off with a harsh voice "What? You guys are all gonna just...agree to this?" He waved his arms in frustration as he tried to convert his words "Do you realize how stupid this sounds? It reeks of those...those hairy creature's scents!" He pointed at the letter and continued, raising his voice subconsciously "This must be some kinds of traps from those...disgusting creatures! There is no way mere humans can know about our weaknesses! It is not like we have written our weaknesses inside a damned book or anything!" He ran a hand through his messy hair as he tried to calm himself down "Dude! Think rationally! Are you telling me that we have been targeted by the humans? The things that we hunt everyday?" He spat the word 'humans' like it left sour taste in his mouth as he sighed and spoke in a much softer tone "We all miss her but you must let her go...maybe she has been killed by the werewolves and the letter...the letter is a faked one...to lure us right into their dirty, filthy camp and to destroy us once and for all"

He slammed his fist on the wooden table and said in a quiet voice "Think, my friends. Think! Do you really believe those...hunters as you have just said...will be stupid enough to leave a clue behind...if there're even hunters like them. I mean, if I am the hunter then there is no way I can let the letter fall into your hand this conveniently." Al ended his speech with a heavy sigh...They were digging their own tombs, he just knew it.

Emmanuel woke up on the day that changed everything he believed in and cared about every day.He went straight to his closet and picked out the clothes he was gonna wear.Now he was ready to tell everyone in his pack something that woundn't please some of them,but he headed downstairs as everyone was sleep he left the cave and started to run in the woods.He was running at a fast pace as his sprint finally ended and he jumped in the air in short notice to turn into a giant wolf about the size or bigger than a truck.As he ran through the woods he could see the sun set in the sky as his patrol ended now he turned in the other direction and went back to the house as he stopped for some water nearby.

As Emmanuel stopped by the clear blue water,he turned his head to see a deer-he was still in wolf form but his eye had it's attention on the deer for a moment.He stepped back for a moment and growled as if he were a dog.He leaped forward as the deer leaded him towards a small pond in the woods."Now,how can I find a small little deer in the middle of nowhere.He leaped over a small branch and caught a small glimpse of what he would call "Prey".He sprinted towards it as he finally caught it and ate for that would be his breakfast for the day.


"They were all downstairs".

Emmanuel opened his door to see everyone in the large living room all sitting down.Emmanuel picked up his remote and turned on the TV."Today people,in the small town of rose we found a decapitated body lying in the middle of the street with blood wounds and foul marks,we will report back later around the evening".Emmanuel turned off the TV and looked back at the pack for a moment.
(EDIT)
"Guys,I think it's time i told you of what my final plans for today were,if you all will just help me out for god's sake why won't you".Emmanuel breathed in and out as he remembered the exact words."We all have our duties for the day don't we,remember everyone patrols together or alone,if you don't won't that to happen to youBut hey,they can't touch anyone in our pack unless i allow them to which won't happen,You guys are my pack".

( Adding a bit more )

Cassie was curled up in bed, dreaming sweet dreams, when the jiggling of her door woke her up, Cassie groaned and slowly got up, streaching, and slipping on her white fluffy slipers, that matched the white tantop she was wearing and the pajama shorts that were a light blue, almost white color, even once she woke up, in the middle of the night she looked great, of course she was already wearing a bra, but the tanktop showed off her curvs nicely, and the pajama shorts showed off her long slick perfect legs, even her hair was perfect, falling down in back in dark curls. Cassie shook her head and slowly made her way down stairs, already useing her power to listen in to everyone's thoughts.

She froze.

"We're moving in with the werewolves."

Cassie stood in the door way, focesing in on Aurora's thoughts, she watched the secne play over in her head, most likely because it was playing over and over again in Aurora's mind.

The snapping of the figure, the blinding light, the moments of fear and pain, then the letter. Aurora had acted fast, and as far as cassie could tell, she was making the right choice.

Cassie slowly turned to Alphonse scrowling before she went over and stood next to Aurora. She had always felt like Aurora was like a sister or even mother to her, she always and would always want to defend her. " I agree with Aurora, this is dangures. The...Mutts are our only hope, we could help each other...stay alive." Casie said smiling weakly at Aurora, who had no idea she was singging zippidy do da zippidy day, my oh my what a wonderful day over and over again in Alphonse head to get him to shut up.

"Think, my friends. Think! Do you really believe those...hunters as you have just said...will be stupid enough to leave a clue behind...if there're even hunters like them. I mean, if I am the hunter then there is no way I can let the letter fall into your hand this conveniently." Al ended his speech with a heavy sigh, making Cassie frown.

" Your an idiot. They enjoy the hunt, any hunter dose, and their humans, it could be one of three things, their calling card, a warnning to us, or a stupid human making a stupid mistake like they so often do. Either way, do YOU want to go walk up to the HUNTERS and be like 'Heyy i'm in a large vampire coven, and I wanted to know if you kill vampires, oh by the way I might suck your blood.' I'm sure that would go over nicely." Cassie said, sacasim pretty much dripping from her voice as she spoke. Cassie shook her head, her curls bounceing as she did so and sighed loudly turning to her brother, before she froze again and turned to Aruora copying her bother's words.

" Did you find her?" Cassie whispered.

Kamilia

If looking at Kamilia Rose you would think she was having a dream about sunshine and lolly pops but her dreams are disturbed and a bit crazy. She just lays there though, still, completely clam. Rose is like that she is clam at the most insane of times.

Rose is standing in a room alone the room has no door or windows, it is light but there is no light source. It is completely silent; the only sound is her breathing. She holds her breath to make the room completely quite but then her heart beat was too loud. She lets out her breath and starts to breathe again, her heart beats fades and her breath grows louder. She stands completely still and just listens to herself being to noisy. The noise grows loud and loud until it sounds like screeching. Rose sinks to her knees and prays for it to stop. It only gets louder and louder. Then all the noise quits even her heart beat and breath, she can’t breathe at all. The next thing she knows she is on the floor passed out. A bright light seeps into the room from the cracks in the wall that just appeared. As soon as the light comes in it is gone, the disappears like a candle being blow out, then it pitch dark. Rose blinks several times hoping that her eyes will adjust to the dark but they don’t. She stands there not moving just staring straight ahead, she can’t even see her hand if it is held up to her face. Then someone yanks her hair and pulls her to the ground. She reaches back but can’t feel anyone.

Rose woke up from her dream just as the hand was pulling her to the ground. She was in the same spot she was in when she went to sleep. She sighed, she was glad she wasn’t one of those people that roll around and scream when they have a bad dream, which would be embarrassing. She felt the back of her hair and made sure it was okay, it was like she has it before she went to bed, in a messy bun. It’s just a dream, Rose told herself and she pushed the covers off herself and got out of bed. She kissed her little stuffed puppy which she knew she shouldn’t have because she is too old but she doesn’t care.

She considered going in the bathroom to make sure she looks okay before she goes down stairs but she doesn’t care enough about how she looks. Rose does look down at her outfit though. She is wearing a light blue and white plaid pajama shorts and a ‘born to party’ tank top. She also had on bunny slippers which she put on before leaving her room. She realized she wasn’t the most beautiful person ever but guys don’t seem to mind her. She smirked a bit that that though, guys don’t seem to mind her. She liked guys but never had relationships they are overrated and stupid. There really stupid when the only guys that ever hit on you are humans and werewolf and humans are exactly a good match saying most guys don’t like BIG werewolf girl, not that she cared she isn’t looking for anything serious right now.

When she got down stairs she mumbled, “Hi,” to everyone that was down there then when the kitchen to get a glass water. Once she drank the whole glass of water in about 5 seconds she put it on the counter mumbled, “Bye,’ then walked back up the steps to her room. She picked out the clothes she wanted to wear than walked to the bathroom to change.

She put on a black spaghetti strap tank top and then put a 1 inch blue tank top one which had the S superman sign on it, she put on the superman S sigh necklace on too. She also put on a pair of skinny jeans that are ripped in some places, they are her favorite. She put on a pair of brown sandals and a brown jacket on too. She took out the pony holder that kept her hair up and let it fall down past her shoulders, she didn’t bother brushing it up she pushed it over so it has a deep side part. She looked at her make-up that she had put on last night, there was still a ton of it still on but it was a bit smeared she didn’t even bother fixing it but she did put on some lip gloss. She picked up the pink perfume that she has used about twice and had for about a year, she sprayed some on her wrists; one wrist has a tattoo that says fearless with a heart. She smelt it then tried to wash it off it she could still smell it, one of the many joys of being a werewolf, everything is so smelly. She looked over at the rest of the counter which was cluttered with stuff, she picked up her wolf bracelet and slipped it on the wrist with the fearless tattoo. She also picked up a pair of werewolf earring which she thought looked funny so she decided to buy, she didn’t put them on but she did put them in her pocket. Without looking at herself again in the mirror walked down stairs.

She just sat there for a while picking off the red nail polish she put on 3 days ago, she hated it but couldn’t find any remover anywhere in the house. She made a mental note to ask around to see if anyone had some. If not she would have to get some. By now her whole thumb was nail polish less and she was working on her pointer finger. She chipped off the bottom fist than worker her way up, before she knew it her pointer finger didn’t have any finger nail polish on it either.

Once she got bored of picking nail polish off her fingers she started making popping sounds with her tongue. While she was making popping sounds she started to tap her foot. Then she started to snap her fingers slightly. She did that for a while but then some people hushed her so she shut up. She must have been annoying and if someone else was annoying she would have been pissed too so she just shut up and quit.

After what seemed like ages Emmanuel walked it. She sat up a bit straighter hoping her would having exciting news about all the dangerous plans, well actually nothing dangerous was going on right now but every day she hoped there would be. The werewolf pack was pretty boring and she was more of the always want excitement type of girl so she got bored here a lot.

"We all have our duties for the day don't we; remember everyone patrols together or alone, if you don't won't that to happen to you. But hey, they can't touch anyone in our pack unless I allow them to which won't happen, you guys are my pack,” Emmanuel said. Rose rolled her eyes and said, “BOR-RING! Can’t we like kick vampire ass or do something wrong to people we dislike?” She looked around at everyone else and said, “Who agree? Wouldn’t that be fun?” She knew that everyone would either not respond or side with Emmanuel because he is the stupid pack Alpha, but she would still try to prove a horrible point.

Bright moonlight filtered in through the slitted shades covering Alex's single bedroom window as he woke, casting a silver glow across his sheets and over his face. He groaned at the sudden brightness, throwing an arm over his eyes and rolling onto his side, facing the wall. He'd been dreaming; something about running through a forest. And rabbits. Big, fat, slow, juicy rabbits. Hundreds of them. Needless to say, it was a very good dream.

That is, it was a very good dream. Now he was wide awake and alert. Though he tried his best to slip back into that realm of unconsciousness, where he could hunt and feast on bunnies the size of horses to his dream-heart's desire, it was all in vain. He even tried counting sheep, but that only made him realize that he was hungry.

With a frustrated groan, Alex suddenly tore the sheets from his boxer-clad body and swung his legs over the side of his bed, rubbing his forehead groggily. The wooden floor of his tiny, upstairs bedroom was cool beneath his feet as he stood, padding across the room to his dresser. One of the drawers was already open, different articles of clothing hanging out. He grabbed the first thing his hands came in contact with, a rumpled blue t-shirt with the words "FREE HUGS" in big black letters across the front, and quickly pulled it over his head. He didn't bother putting on any pants over his boxers, as he didn't feel the need to be modest in a household full of people who could read his mind.

Dragging his fingers through his shaggy hair once, Alex left his room and made his way to the end of the hall and down the stairs, making a bee-line to the kitchen where his sister was munching on a cereal bar. He thought that strange, as it had to be three o'clock in the morning, but nonetheless made his way over to the refrigerator, tussling his sister's hair as he passed by. Maybe random, late-night binges ran in the family.

Alex yanked open the refrigerator door and scanned its contents, looking for something to sate his appetite. A half-eaten birthday cake from about a month before sat on the middle shelf, and Alex pulled it out and set it on the counter, inspecting it to make sure it was still edible. He couldn't quite remember whose birthday it had been, as the only letters that hadn't already been eaten off were "Happy Bir-" and "B" and "L" from whoever's name had been iced onto it. He didn't really care, though. It looked safe to eat.

Instead of getting another plate, Alex simply grabbed a fork, took the cake to the island, and ate it as it was. He didn't think anyone would mind.

A few moments passed and Rose suddenly walked into the kitchen, her bunny slippers scuffing on the tile floor, reminding him of his dream. "Hi," she said without a wayward glance at them. In about point five seconds she downed a glass of water and left in on the counter. "Bye." She headed back upstairs without another word.

"Good morning to you, too," Alex mumbled after she was gone. He reached across the island and grabbed the empty glass, setting it on top of the pile of dishes in the sink. He threw his fork in there too, where it immediately disappeared in the mess, and slid the demolished birthday cake off the side of the island and into the trash can below.

Belly full of month-old cake, Alex left the kitchen and wandered into the living room, plopping down into one of the plush chairs with a sigh. It was peaceful at the moment, completely empty and quiet. He sat and enjoyed the silence for a few moments, his mind drifting back to those chubby bunnies from his dream, before the peaceful atmosphere was shattered as Rose decided to grace the room with her presence. She sat in a chair across from him and immediately began chipping at her toenails. Alex decided to ignore her, keeping his eyes closed and his head back against the couch cushion, but that was when the popping started. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and she began tapping her foot. He put a pillow over his face and, of course, she started snapping her fingers in what had to be an attempt to drive him mad. He suffered through about thirty seconds of it before finally throwing the pillow off his face and snapping his head up, giving her a murderous look.

"Good God, Rose! Will you just quit it?" Rose stopped without a word.

Sighing, Alex let his head fall back against the cushion again and shut his eyes, hoping to finally get some peace and quiet.

But, as luck would have it, Emmanuel chose that moment to enter to room and call everyone down for a meeting or something. Alex groaned in frustration as the entire pack began filing into the room. Of course.

"We all have our duties for the day don't we; remember everyone patrols together or alone, if you don't won't that to happen to you. But hey, they can't touch anyone in our pack unless I allow them to, which won't happen. You guys are my pack,” Emmanuel said, and Rose immediately started going on about kicking vampire asses and such. Typical Rose.

"I'd rather not," Alex mumbled, his head still lax and his eyes shut. The last thing he wanted to do to start off his day was fight with a hoard of blood-suckers, though he couldn't speak for anyone else. Those vamps fought dirty.

Belle leant back on the bed and giggled coquettishly, batting her blue eyes at the human man sat before her. Of course, it had the instant desired effect and the man's eyes filled with lust and want. Then again, which human man would be able to resist a vampire's laugh? Their voices were beautiful; all velvet and smooth. And their giggle was even more beautiful. Almost… Irresistible.

The man smiled back, reaching a hand out to touch her bare thigh. Of course, Belle was still all dressed up. Tonight's outfit choice had been a fashionable white dress with her signature black, leather jacket to dress it down and a pair of black heels. Her hair was pulled back into a loose but carefully styled ponytail, held back with a black clasp. Her makeup was all still perfectly in place. There wasn't a single mistake. She flicked her gaze to his hand on her leg. The man's skin was a couple of shades more tanned than her own pale, creamy flesh but they looked as smooth as her own. Obviously, he did a job that didn't involve a lot of manual labour, she concluded. But why was she worrying about that? It didn't matter about him. She didn't even remember his name. All that mattered was he wanted her. He was showering her with compliments and paying her the attention she desperately craved.

It didn't matter who he was really. He was just some man she'd called because she was lonely. And she couldn't be alone. She just couldn't. Really, she had no intention of either feeding on or sleeping with him; which was unusual for a vampire. Myths told of evil creatures, obsessed with blood and sex. Of course, both of those things interested her. But, she preferred what came before. When the person, whoever they might be, paid her attention. Complimented her. Made her the center of attention. That was what mattered.

She could've found one of the coven members to talk to. But, as far as she knew, all of the others were still locked away in their room, doing whatever it was that they did; it didn't matter to Belle. Usually, she would have gone into her brother’s room and demanded his attention. Even though he was arrogant and self-obsessed, they were each other's equals. For every unsavoury quality of hers, he was able to match it with one of his own. They made the perfect siblings. She loved him and, although the attention she got from him wasn't worth as much as other peoples as they were family and he'd always have time for her, she still enjoyed being with him. But tonight, Belle had decided to call someone else. Tonight, something seemed to be wrong in the coven. She wasn't sure what, but it was definitely wrong.

Belle raised her gaze from her thigh to meet the man's eyes. He was attractive, of course. Blue eyes, dark hair, tanned skin. Although, she was a vampire, if she couldn't persuade someone attractive to spend time with her then who could. Also, she never spoke to unattractive people, as a strict rule.

"So..." the man begun suggestively, but Belle heard no more than that. She pressed a finger against his lips to silence him.

Then the jiggle of the door handle came. Yes, she had been right. She had heard Aurora, their coven leader calling to her second in command, and now she was making her way down the hall, by the sound of it, signalling to everyone that she wanted them.

She turned her attention back to the human. "You can go now," she told him dismissively, removing her finger from his lips and standing up. She straightened her clothes and checked herself in the large mirror by her bed. It was only her coven, but she always had to look perfect.

"But-" she heard the man protest behind her.

Belle spun back round on her heel, cutting him off and fixing him with an icy glare. "I said, you can go now," she said coldly.

He needed no more persuasion than that. In fact, that was a particular talent of hers; some even called it her 'gift'. She was incredibly persuasive, almost always getting her own way. It was least effective on vampires, followed by other supernaturals and she had to work a little harder with them. But to humans, she could simply say the word to most and they wouldn't even question it.

The man stood up obediently. "Bye, Belle," he said with a smile, and left.

Belle followed him out, making her way along the corridor when Aurora had gone. She knew she didn’t have to walk him out and make sure he left, he would do exactly what he was told, she was sure of it. When she arrived in main living room a few members of the coven were already there, wrapped in the soft, comforting arms of the huge velvet chairs. Belle found her own seat and sat down into it. She smiled slightly at the feel of the soft, luxurious velvet against her skin. It was perfect.

Belle turned her attention to Aurora. Studying her for a couple of seconds, she was amazed to find that their coven leader looked almost… Shaken. But when she spoke, her voice sounded calm and casual.
"We're moving in with the werewolves. There's a race of human. They know our secrets and they're hunting us. These disappearances have been due to them. They're called the Cacciatori and they're absolutely deadly. I don't care how strong you think we are, we can't take them on ourselves. I've received this news from the lost princess Daniel herself."

Belle’s instant reaction was to shudder violently. The dogs? They were moving in with the dogs? In her mind, endless images of big, salivating wolves, fur dripping with mud and water, flashed through. How disgusting. She was about to protest, but Aurora beat her to it.

"I'll hear your protests out, but you won't change my mind. I don't like this just as much as you don't, but it has to happen or we’ll all die. Anyone who doesn't believe me can read the letter."

Instantly, there was a flurry of complaints. Al begun an impassioned speech on how it was all just a trap. Cassie tried to calm the complaining vampires. But, there was something that really caught her attention. Julian, their second in command had mentioned her. Belle sniffed the air lightly, honing in on Aurora’s sent. Julien was right… Over the top of Aurora’s familiar scent was another. One she hadn’t smelt in a while. It was her… The slightly sweet, yet slightly bitter scent of the vampire that had gone missing a month ago; Aurora’s closest friend. But laced through her scent was another. Blood. The cold, metallic tang of vampire blood.

Belle cast her gaze towards her brother, catching his line of sight for a second before turning back to stare at Aurora, waiting with baited breath for an answer.

Damien layed on his bed, wide awake and very still. His arms where folded up behind his head as he gazed out the window beside his bed. His clear brown eyes blinked slowly, watching the stars twinkle brilliantly in the velvety black sky. He was starting to drift slightly, eyes slowly glazing over and closing as another scene unfolded behind his eyelids. He was a wolf, a large, strong wolf. Running, running straight up. Up to those twinkling diamonds in the night sky, the air velvety and soft like patches of moss underneath his paws as he climbed a spiraling trail to leap among the brightness. He could almost hear the soft thumping footfalls of his pack-mates leaping alongside him in the sparkling meadow...

Wait, nope. Damien blinked his eyes open, turning his head to look towards the door and see the shadows moving back and forth from underneath the door frame. He took a deep breath, feeling his chest fill up, up... and exhaled out until it was empty. He heaved himself into a sitting position, looking around his small bedroom in the dim light. Small, bur neatly crammed with whatever shit he threw around, he realized with raised eyebrows.

He threw his senses out of the room, ears carefully tuned to footsteps on hardwood floors and voices lighting the silence of the night. Who called a pow-wow without him? And at whatever ungodly time it must be, as well? Damien stood eagerly, slipping out of his room and following the light and sound to the main living room where Emmanuel and, well, the whole pack sat. He reached the room, leaning in the door frame to catch Emmanuel's notice.

"Guys, I think it's time I told you of what my final plans for today were, if you all will just help me out for god's sake why won't you. We all have our duties for the day don't we, remember everyone patrols together or alone, if you don't won't that to happen to you. But hey, they can't touch anyone in our pack unless I allow them to which won't happen. You guys are my pack".

Damien frowned. Why did Emmanuel look stressed? There something going on... had he already missed something important? Rose went on about the Vamps and Alex just looked tired. Damien came up to stand behind his cousin's chair, shooting him a sympathetic smile before turning to the pack leader.

"What are you talking about? We know to stick together," he replied bluntly.
"Is there something else?" He asked softly.

What could there be, besides those blood-sucking fools? He'd known they'd been attacking their pack recently, but the werewolves were strong, he was positive about that, and Damien, for one, had already been thinking up somehow to get even...
He clenched his jaw, thinking.

Thinking that maybe he was hungry now. He narrowed his eyes without turning his head, able to smell Natahlia in the kitchen, munching on a cereal bar. And the scent of fresh deer was definitely coming from Emmanuel. God, he was hungry now. But he stayed put, daring his stomach to growl as he watched his pack leader, who definitely had some things on his mind. Damien held his breath, keeping back a small sigh and his face straight. Food would have to wait, it seemed.

It's funny how when you work in the dark for so long that's all you see. Your days become small vapors before your life is completely consumed by the darkness that lay awaiting, hungrily. That's how Chandler Hamilton's life was, how it always had been since a very young age. He was drowning in the darkness, choking, without a way to scream. Then again..Why would he want to? He had become one with the night, it was probably better that way. He was not worthy of the sunlight, and prefered sleeping during those tedious, bright hours, anyway.
For the night being, instead of darkness Chandler was drowning in research and reports. Reportings of the latest unsolved murders, patterns that followed, and so forth. A deep crease seemed to have permanently settled into his forehead, just above his brows. He was in deep concentration, like always around this hour, if he wasn't out slaughtering some God forsaken immortal, that is. The thought of them use to make his skin crawl. Of course, that was when he was younger, naive, afraid. Now the thought simply pissed him off, made him want to beat the living crap out of something; preferably, someone. His large, slightly calloused hand hovered over a file. He had read over it three times already. With the rough exhale of air past his lips he finally gave up, reaching down and flicking open the cover of said file. The name of the immortal was unknown, but their picture resided on the paper in front of Chandler. In this picture they were- she was clearly, not aware of a camera nearby. He snorted in digust at how innocent the creature looked. Defenseless. As if.
He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling off his office, smashing the file shut before carelessly tossing it across his desk. You could not see the sturdy, oak piece due to the many papers that littered its surface. Time for the nightly work out ritual, he thought. With another sigh Chandler pushed away from his desk and went to stand up when the telephone on his desk beeped, button blaring red.
"Mr. Hamilton?" the secretary's voice, loud and high-pitched, called.
"Yes?"
"Caprice is on the other line, she-"
Chandler cut the annoying woman off as he picked up the phone swiftly, cradling it between his right shoulder blade and ear. "Caprice?" He answered in his regular, deep, unconcerned monotone, as always.
"Chandler, yes, it's Caprice. I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you, but Bryce has been killed by a vampire. I would like you to take his place as second in command. It would do your brother proud."
He almost didn't hear the rest of what she said as the phone began to numbly slip from his fingers. Byrce. Dead? He swallowed hard, gaining a tight grip on the phone. A deafening crack confirmed Chandler had, once again, cracked the phone. However, this time it was not from dropping it accidently when he was getting worked up over something. This was from his own firm grasp.
He cleared his throat, quickly finding his voice. When he spoke, it remained cool, calm, and collected, as if she had just spoke of the weather. "Of course, I'll gladly take his place, Caprice. Should I-.." He trailed off momentarily, running his free hand roughly through his hair. "Should I come by and pick up anything I might be needing?"
Ever since the age of eight Chan was taught to keep his emotions on lock down, at all costs. Ever to show weakness, not through body language, monotone, and definitely not through tears. He had not cried since he was seven. The sudden assault on his eyes was maddening. Bryce was honestly the only member of Cacciatori Chandler gave a rat's ass about.. And now?
He swatted at the tears before they could actually fall, clenching his jaw; it felt as if his teeth were about to shatter.
".. Bryce has been killed by a vampire."
The words mingled along his thoughts, swam through his brain, causing him to move the phone away from him briefly so he could take a deep breath. He didn't know which vampire killed his brother. But it didn't really matter...
They all were going to pay.


It was one of those never ending nights where there was absolutely nothing to do. Keira Delgado was doing what she always done, guarding the house- mansion? For the time being she resided in the main living room, not her room, laying by the fire. She was in her wolf form, like she was most of the time. The fire warmed her pelt and she was becoming a little too comfortable, on the verge of drifting off into a deep sleep. Her large head laid on her heavy front paws, ears flicking once, twice. Her eyelids began to droop..
She knew the coven, well most of the members, were not too fond of her. It was because of the obvious reasons. Half of her blood was that of a werewolves. What she was suppose to be. But now, of course, that werewolf blood of her's mingled with the strong blood of a vampire's. Keira didn't really mind it. She felt strong, she felt..Good. However, it had just caused her problems, and she did feel a bit lost.
She tried putting herself in the coven's shoes though. If she was a vampire.. And a werewolf was secretly thrown into her home, then accidently turned.. Then her problem for the rest of their life, she would be..Angry too, to say the least. But still. When the coven was around she tried staying in her human form to leave them with more ease. Only when she was "on patrol," alone or around Aurora did she reside in her wolfy body.
Sleep had stolen Keira away, but only for a short period of time. Before she knew it yelling was heard. Her ears pricked forward. Then began the distinct jiggling on door handles. A meeting.
She hopped to her feet and spun around, for the moment looking like she was chasing her tail. Then, the large, thick-furred wolf began to transform. Its body contorted and morphed, in its place appeared a young, smooth-skinned woman with wild hair. She brushed a few strands of the chestnut mass from her face, smiling timidly when Aurora entered the living room. Only the slightest wince confirmed the shift had been a semi-uncomfortable one. Keira immediately took the seat to the coven master's left.
Feeling just a little uneasy as the rest of the coven filed in, she tugged up her long legs into the chair, which were covered by a simple pair of black sweatpants, holding them to her chest. You would think after almost four years of being with the vampires she would feel better, and she sort of did. In a weird way they were her family whether they liked it or not. She rested her chin on her knees.
Once everyone was there and the meeting started all Keira could do was stare at Aurora in shock. Move in.. With the werewolves? She blinked once, twice, three times, slowly glancing at the others. They were definitely not happy. Biting back a whimper, she sunk more into the soft, velvety cushion of the chair. The members clearly, openly shared their disliking of the werewolf species. It almost made the wolf feel bad. However, she put on a brave front.
"Aurora, when must we move in with them?" she asked, voice full of curiosity. She cocked her head fully to the left, a wolfish gesture. She had the right to know, right? Keira wondered, however, if she shouldn't have spoken at all. Usually, the coven forgot about her, but speaking up didn't help them do so..

(Sorry my posts are short, it's late, I'm tired. @__@ Next post will be much better, promise! :) )

Under a disaster of sheets was a small blonde headed teenager who was honestly dead to the world at the moment. Luckily for Tessa her sleep was peaceful and without one of her nightmares, but she wouldn't have minded having one of her rare good dreams. Then it seemed life entered her body as she stirred from under the covers giving a small grunting noise as she just rolled back over, hoping for a few more needed hours of sleep. That wasn't happening though. She took a deep breath and slowly peaked out from under the covers, her eyes instantly shutting as light from one of her windows hit her. She gave a frustrated growl as she threw the covers back over her head. She laid there finally realizing she was really not getting back to sleep, she peaked out from under the covers again but this time she had her eyes closed. She slowly slipped from underneath her covers and turning to where her feet touched the ground, finally opening her eyes. She had to still squint though, she didn't know if it was the whole werewolf moon thing or that the sun just didn't like her. She glanced around as she ran a hand through her long wavy blonde hair.

Hearing a few of the others moving around she guessed there was probably going to be a meeting soon. She took a deep breath as she went over to her dresser. Honestly, she didn't care what she wore..she might as well just go down there in her pajamas. So, it was decided. She headed downstairs in her fleece polka-dotted pants that were white with all different color polka-dots and a shirt that had something written on it, but from upside down it was hard to read. She stopped at the door, who was she kidding she did care what she wore. She was already the "mutt" in the pack. She'd only been here for a few months, most of the pack had been together for years..how she got accepted into it she didn't know. She went over to her dresser pulling out her favorite shirt. A black ramones shirt that was a little big for her and then she went over and grabbed her white skinny jeans and slipped on a few of her beloved braceletes. She yawned as she finally went over and silently cracked open the door and peaked out, she saw no one was there so she quietly went toward the stairs. Without any shoes on, that's how she liked it. Barefooted.

Once downstairs she decided to check out the kitchen, for a little snack. She walked in, seeing a few had the same idea, she tried to act calm around them but to be honest werewolves scared her. She had heard stories of how werewolves treated half-breeds, like herself, differently and referred to them as "mutts". She knew most of the pack, but she tried to keep to herself. She hadn't really said more than a word to most of them. She looked at Alex who had found a birthday cake, she tilted her head a little..good thing werewolves could eat almost anything. She went over to one of the cabinets and grabbed a thing of goldfish, popping a few in her mouth as she leaned against the counter. Her eyes flickered to the sound of someone dragging their feet, she saw Rose and arched a brow as she walked in. "Hi," she said, Tessa gave her famous awkward wave and watched as Rose got a glass of water. She finished it in about five seconds, Tessa had the urge to start chanting, "Chug, chug, chug!" when Rose was drinking. Then Rose left with a simple, "Bye." Tessa's attention then shifted to Alex who had mumbled, "Good morning to you, too," and she watched as he added to the mountain of already dirty dishes. She cringed a little, all those dishes were a little disgusting but she was too lazy to clean them so she couldn't be pointing fingers at anyone. She silently finished a few more goldfish before she made herself sit the bag down and go join the rest of the pack in the living room.

Becoming uncomfortable rather quick after entering the living room seeing there was someone already in there..but it was too late to back out now, Tessa took a seat on one end of the larger of the two couches as her eyes flickered around the room. She tried to seemed relaxed around the group but it was hard. She watched some of the pack interact, thats what she usually did..watched, she wasn't one for interacting with others. She saw Alex was in the room and Rose had just showed up.

She watched as it seemed Alex was becoming irritated with what Rose was doing, she on the other hand didn't mind what Rose was doing. Her tapping and snapping were actually quiet catchy, but apparently Alex didn't think so cause he seemed to be trying to suffocate himself with a pillow. When he threw the pillow off his face, Tessa's eyes widened at the look on his face. "Good God, Rose! Will you just quit it?" his words made Tessa jump a bit. She was a bit jumpy around the others. That's when more of the pack entered the room, her comfort level plummeting. Emmanuel, the pack leader began to speak, "We all have our duties for the day don't we; remember everyone patrols together or alone, Tessa shifted in her seat uncomfortably as she looked down at her feet, she was one of the few or maybe the only one that didn't really patrol because shifting was a rather painful experience for a half-breed and she avoided it, but if she had to she would patrol alone. if you don't won't that to happen to you. But hey, they can't touch anyone in our pack unless I allow them to, which won't happen. You guys are my pack,” Another touchy topic, Tessa just remained quiet avoiding all eye contact at all costs.

The others on the other hand were speaking their minds. Rose wanted to kick some vampire ass, Alex disagreed with her, and then Damien decided to speak.
"What are you talking about? We know to stick together," Tessa looked up for this sentence, "Is there something else?" The words made her stomach clench. What was happening? What did Emmanuel have planned? She swallowed silently as she waited for an answer.

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Aurora took their complaints in silence. Being a vampire, it was hard for her to bite her tongue while being challanged. Especially as a coven leader. But Aurora had two hundred years of practicing patience on her side so she listened to them all, letting them each speak their minds. Her face, as she listened, was passive and one could easily say that she cared as much aboutthe conversation as what color the sky was. That was just Aurora. Always cool and hard. Like an icicle, she was delicatly beautiful, and yet hard, cold, and needle sharp as well. Untouchable she made herself seem. Men were either frightened of her or excited by the challange of being the "first" to crack the ice queen. Sometimes she let them. Other times she remained impenatrable.

So she sat with a winter cold demeanor. Not cruel, just calm and collected. Perfectly put together even in the dead of night after having seen the death of her oldest friend. "Aurora why do you smell like--" The question on Julien's voice froze her. Her body stiffened as he paused. Of course he would smell her. She'd just spent an hour inspecting her wounds. She'd been foolish to think that a bath would hide that scent. "Did you find her?" Of course he would be the one to ask that question. She turned to look at him and her facade slipped ever so slightly. Something caught in her blue gaze, her eyes always her tell, and she lifted her hand to fiddle with her necklace as she often did when upset.

Silently she willed herself to answer him, but thankfully, Alphonse began his onslaught of objections to her plan of action. Not soon after, Cassie stood up to defend Aurora, always on her side faithfully, but again that tedious question came up. "Did you find her?" She glanced around the room as silence fell over them. Beside her, Pup spoke up, asking tentativly when they were going to move in with the werewolves. Again, the room was silent as Aurora struggled to find the right thing to say. She squeezed the letter in her hand and averted her gaze from them to look down at it's yellowed surface and scrawled lettering.

She'd made many mistakes as their leader, but always did her best to do right by them. She glanced at their faces, awaiting her reply. She wasn't even related to any of them, except Alphonse through some distant cousin-ship, and they trusted her with their leadership. Was it because she'd been around so long or they honestly believed in her? It didn't matter. She had no doubt that the threat in the letter was real. She'd seen it with her own eyes, and as much as it pained her, if they needed her to recount it in order to see that she was doing the right thing, then she would give it to them.

She lifted her eyes and looked at Julien, finally finding the words to speak. "Yes." She said a little softly. Her face was calm, but her eyes shined with the threat of tears. "I found--" Just as Julien had, Aurora caught on the name. Charlise had been more than just a close friend. She herself had changed the girl a hundred and fity years ago and had helped her rise to power as the leader of a nearby coven. When her home was destroyed mysteriously in a fire, the Coven of Rose City had given her refuge until a month ago, she'd gone missing. "I found Charlise." Even though she said it, her voice wavered on the name. "By the time I reached her, she was already dead, but there was a man. Retreating into the trees." Her hands shook and she tucked them under her legs to hide it. "I killed him in blind rage. He'd dropped a little figurine. Of a huntress. I'm not sure what it means, but I know it's a symbol for something." She paused and ran her fingers through golden blond hair. "When I'd reached Charlise's body, I took extra care in-" she winced "inspecting the wounds. Gold burns and holy water. Nothing a werewolf would have done. We've been blaming the werewolves falsley all this time. I'm not saying they're not disgusting creatures, but I am saying that whatever's out there is dangerous and we need their protection as much as they need ours."

Aurora stopped to breath and propped her elbows on her knees, dropping her head into her hands with a deep sigh. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd been so shaken up. When she lifted her head again, she met Alphonse's eyes. "I'm not asking you to like it. But I am asking you to trust that I'm doing the right thing by you." She let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair, ice cold facade slipping over her again as she crossed her bare legs calmly and twined her fingers. "If you don't want this, have it your way. Find yourself a new coven." The threat hung in the air and her eyes challenged them. Even if it was wrong to throw them from their family, she would do it, they knew she would. There was no other way to convince them. Sometimes being leader was glorious, other times it was nothing but stress and pain. All Aurora wanted to do right now was head into the city and distract herself with the humans. Maybe find a man to bring home, let him think he'd cracked her ice-cold shield. Or maybe she would just go on a frustrated slaughter. A good, old-fashioned hunt like she used to in the old days. Before the coven. When she was on the path to self-destruction.

A knock at the door yanked her from her thoughts and Aurora raised her head. She could smell them before she'd even stood. Humans. Unless this was one of the coven's persistent human visitors, most likely hers, Julien's, or Belle's, no human would dare disturb their household in the dead of the night. So she decided to ignore it and leaned back into her seat.

But the knocking grew louder, more rapid and she honed her sense of hearing in on the door. Heartbeats. Pounding away as if the owners had just run a marathon. Well that was interesting. Unless they'd sprinted all the way here from the city, she doubted they could have gotten their heart rate that fast. A little too persistent perhaps? Maybe she should tie off a loose end? As the pounding grew more rapid, Aurora rolled her eyes. "All right all right. Shut the hell up!" She shouted as she stood and simply disappeared, reappearing before the door. "You humans never do st-" Her fangs had already slid out and she'd been ready to attack, but she was stopped up short in shock as she looked down at the two faces behind the door. "Well you're not an obessed lover." She smirked and stepped out into the night, closing the door behind her.

"What the hell are you doing here Gabe? I told you not to come here. Not even Julien knows about you and after the bomb I just dropped on them, dragging the two of you into the mix would practically put me on their hit list." She jerked her hand towards his sister, Sam. "Speaking of which, why are you bringing her? She doesn't know about us. Our little agreement was based on secrecy." She advanced on him slowly, white lace billowing about her knees as a breeze shifted by, making her shiver. "Don't make me end that." She glanced at the house. Her coven would be asking questions by now. No doubt they'd already smelled the humans. "God dammit Gabe, you really couldn't have picked a worse time."



Caprice felt the pain in his voice like a knife, feeling temporarily sorry for him. "Of course, I'll gladly take his place, Caprice. Should I-.." At that moment, he paused and Caprice smiled. Albert also seemed to think it would be a good time to come rushing in, panting and out of breath. She held the phone slightly away from her ear.

"Was the vase not a good enough indication that I would like you to stop bothering me Albert or would you like a stapler too? I won't miss this time." She quirked one eyebrow and tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder, lifting the stapler in one hand and popping it open. "This better be good."

Albert shifted nervously and contemplated telling her. Caprice rolled her eyes and raised the stapler. It had the desired effect and got him to get on with it. "Bryce's partner just returned. We know who killed him."

Caprice smiled. "Good boy. Bring him here." Alber scampered off and she turned her attention back to Chandler on the other end. "Hang on Chandler. Dealing with something." She placed the phone on the wood of her desk, not handing up, but not talking to him either, as Bryce's partner entered the room, looking shaken. "You said you know who killed Bryce. Well?"

He shifted uncomfortably. "It was a bloodsucker for sure. We were out hunting and found this one... She was familiar. You remember that old coven we'd burned a while back, a few cities off? She had been their leader. Apparently she got away." He paused, whether for dramatic affect or to irritate her, she didn't know. "So that's who killed him?" She rolled her eyes. "No ma'am. He killed that bitch, but as he was retreating another one showed up. I was well gone by then, but I turned back to see what was taking so long. When I'd arrived she was crouched over his body, holding his Artemis lucky figurine. Then she just took off. I'm lucky to be alive."

Caprice groaned. "That's great, but you do realize if it had been you and not Bryce I would still have a second-in-command? Now who killed him? I might forgive you if you give me a name."

He looked shocked, but stepped forward to the files on her desk. He shifted through the vampire ones before he came to two blond girls. Here he hesitated and Caprice leaned on the edge of her seat. One was the vampire coven leader herself and the other was Isabelle, one of the coven members. After close consideration, he selected the picture of Aurora. "This one." He stated plainly before turning and leaving.

Caprice held the photo in her hand with a smirk, them went back to the phone. "Alright I'm back."

"Should I come by and pick up anything I might be needing?"

Caprice thought a moment. "Yeah. I've got the file of your brother's killer here. Why don't you come down to my office and we'll talk." And withou another word, she disconnected with a sigh, thunking her head on her file-littered desk.

Not a second later, the phone rang again and she groaned loudly. "UGH!" She hissed and picked up. "WHAT?!" She barked impatiently. "Mama Eagle, this is Renaissance Man. The Men's blood Bank is closed for business, repeat, the Men's blood bank is closed for business. Got the trash in the bag and the house is shiny." It was Priestly. Great. Just what she needed. And was he talking in code? Where was he? She rolled her eyes. "Awaiting orders, Ma'am."

"Priestly, your code talk is a little obvious don't you think? No one refers to their mother as 'mam eagle'." She gave a sharp laugh and sighed. "Anyways, good job. Hmm, why don't you come down to my office and I'll give you an assignment. Don't keep me waiting." She hung up the phone and sat up to clean off her desk, putting away all but two files. The file of Aurora Mortenson and the file of Emmanuel Cross.

Al didn't even bother listening to the others as he solely focused on his cousin, his leader as she seemed to keep her calmness with those beautiful blue eyes. He took a deep breath, waiting patiently for her to speak her words. "Yes." Aurora spoke softly as her eyes saddened. Oh, no...Al felt his breathing stopped as he closed his eyes and buried his head into his hands, a tired look on his face. "I found--" She stopped, seemingly still trying to get over the shock at whatever the hell she had seen tonight. "I found Charlise." Al heard her voice wavered and he knew she was hurting...very badly...but then again, so was he. He never said it out loud but he had had a crush on the woman...a childish crush, but it was a crush nonetheless. It had taken him a long time to forget her and...for the lack of better words, move on. He always hoped she was bored of the life with the coven so she had gone somewhere else...he had hoped that she was still alive but the way Aurora said her name, the brokenhearted look on her face told him that...that Charlise had really gone...for good. He felt his hands trembled slightly and he gripped them tightly, hoping for the shaking would stop. He wouldn't want himself to appear so weak in front of them.

But even so, Alphonse forced himself to listen...to hear the rest of the story, what had caused Aurora to decide such thing without telling anyone like that. "By the time I reached her, she was already dead, but there was a man. Retreating into the trees." Al nodded at that, trying really hard not to urge her to continue as quick as she could. He took a shaky breath. Okay, so...there was nothing Aurora could do when she found Charlise. It wasn't her fault that she had not reached her in time. "I killed him in blind rage. He'd dropped a little figurine. Of a huntress. I'm not sure what it means, but I know it's a symbol for something." Al cocked his head to one side. A symbol? Now, that was a lead! Maybe they could track that symbol down or something. Or maybe they could try to locate that group. "When I'd reached Charlise's body, I took extra care in- nspecting the wounds. Gold burns and holy water. Nothing a werewolf would have done. We've been blaming the werewolves falsley all this time. I'm not saying they're not disgusting creatures, but I am saying that whatever's out there is dangerous and we need their protection as much as they need ours."

Holy water?...That was not possible, was it? Everyone with a decent brain would know that werewolves couldn't touch holy water...and by the way Aurora was describing things, it seemed...Al grimaced in distaste as he forced himself to think that thought. '...maybe I was wrong about the werewolves... but that doesn't mean they are not disgusting creatures.' He looked at Aurora in the eyes, trying to search for the slightest signs of a lie in her voice and in her eyes but he found none. She was telling the truth or at least, she was telling them what she believed was the truth the entire time. "I'm not asking you to like it. But I am asking you to trust that I'm doing the right thing by you." She told them...or him, Al didn't really know for sure. But she had looked at him in the eyes. Maybe she was talking to him.

Finally, he took a deep breath and opened his mouth. He was going to regret this, he knew it. "I trust you and your decisions with my life, cous-leader." He gave her a smile and said, the mirth slowly returned to his voice as he turned back into the bright vampire the coven used to know. "and I'm staying...you guys will probably need me to save your ass if anything goes wrong, huh?..." He tuned her out, a thoughtful look on his face. Well, he had said it...now, he would have to get used to the ideas of co-operating with the flea bags.

There was someone knocking at the door, the noise annoyed Al to no end. Al's nose began to move slightly as he sniffed the air around him...the scents, it was familiar. 'Humans!' He thought with a sneer as his eyes shone silver with hatred and hunger. As Aurora stood up and opened the door, talking something he didn't notice, Al said cheerfully to his coven "...look like someone comes here to be our meal willingly...I wonder who that is...they sure are stupid..." A grin stretched his face as his fangs lengthened. Oh, he would welcome a meal or two right now.

Nat messed with the ends of her hair as she saw Adrienna walk in frist. She smiled and waved before returning to the facination she had with her hair,it wasn't that she didn't want to be close with Adrienna it's just she main kept to herself. She wanted to get to know her better,the others were a year or two older than her so having another girl who was her age made her not feel so much like a child. She watched as her brother and Rose walked. She watched Alex trying to go back to sleep while Rose was snapping her fingers and tapping her foot. She knew that pissed her brother off and she couldn't help but smirk and chuckle.

"Good God, Rose! Will you just quit it?" She had to cover her mouth from bursting out laughing. She loved seeing her brother tick tick boom,it was priceless. "Aw,see what happens when he doesn't get his eight hours of sleep? He gets all grumpy and meaner than usual." She raised an eyebrow while looking at the others and chuckling. After all of that she saw her cousin come in,she waved before seeing Emmanuel walk in. She listened as her leader spoke but still she was distracted by her fuzzy hat on her head. "We all have our duties for the day don't we; remember everyone patrols together or alone, if you don't won't that to happen to you. But hey, they can't touch anyone in our pack unless I allow them to which won't happen, you guys are my pack." She was about to speak but before she got the chance Rose started to speak,"Can’t we like kick vampire ass or do something wrong to people we dislike?" She smiled at the thought but she raised her hand shyly,not that she was shy but it was just something she did to amuse the other. She cleared her throat before speaking,"Come Rose,we hate those blood suckers just as much as you do but we shouldn't go around picking fights. I mean,if they want to fight then of course we would fight back but I learned.....in my many years of getting in trouble to never throw the frist punch." She raised as eyebrow,if anyone knew that lesson it was her and everyone knew it.

To break off the topic of those blood sucking demons as she called them she reached in the pocket of her hat and pulled out her phone and started to play the song,Boyfriend. She loved to bug the others espcially Emmanuel and Alex,seeing that they both had the most attority over her. She went over to her brother and put the phone to his ear and hugged him from behind. "God,I love you Alex but really,it's time to wake the hell up. And no more sourpuss,be happy you're living." She needed to lighten the mood from Damian's question,she hated being in an awkward silence mainly because it felt everyone was angry at everyone else. And she didn't want that to happen.

It seemed everyone in the room was holding their breath, waiting for Emmanuel's answer to his cousin's question. Was there something else? Their pack leader didn't need to remind them to stick together; they were a family. They looked out for each other, and protected one another without question. It was pack instinct as well as familial love, and Emmanuel knew that as well as anybody in the room. Something wasn't...right. All eyes were locked on the alpha, and the room was as silent as the grave.

That is, until the prepubescent girl-voice of Canada's newest offensive tactic on the US suddenly assaulted their ears.

"Natahila!" Alex barked, knowing immediately who the culprit was.

And then suddenly it was right in his ear, right along with the voice of his sister as she hugged him. "God, I love you Alex but really, it's time to wake the hell up. And no more sourpuss. Be happy you're living."

Alex swatted the phone away from his face, partly pulling away from his sister's embrace as he did. He turned his head and glared at the phone in disgust, as if it had the plague.

"Jesus, Nat, what the hell are you trying to do to my eardrums? It sounds like you recorded a little kid screaming over Xbox live," he said, rubbing the assaulted ear. Alex originally didn't have any problem with Justin Bieber, but with how much his sister played his shittacular new "hit single" several times on a daily basis, he wasn't surprised he hadn't already filled his ears with cement just to escape it.

But, the interruption did have the desired effect on the pack. Some of the tension dissipated, but Damien's question still hung in the air like a fog, just waiting to be answered.

Cassandra Astra Le'Rouge

Cassie looked around, most of the members were shocked, but she felt..sad. Charlise is..dead.. Cassie growled at unwanted thoughts entered her head, why couldn't everyone just keep their own thoughts to themselves??

"Alphonse you demented creeper, stop thinking about eating people." Cassie snapped before plopping down on one of the chairs staring at nothing as she focused in on the humans thoughts, One seemed.. panicked and the other..sleepy. Cassie couldn't really focus in on the panicked one's thoughts, they were thinking to fast, but the other one was easy to read. She was confused, and she wanted to go back to sleep, and she was wronging why they were talking about death... Cassie shot upright a new voice swarming into her head.

" We need to find somewhere to go," she jumped up and headed outside, passing Aurora and the humans as she did so. "Be back later, going for a walk!" she lied heading towards the forest, there was someone else out there.


{{ Sorry it's so small i'm useing my phone, but Cassie is coming towards you crybloodredtears}}

Rose sat back in her chair as people started to chew her out or give her evil glances. "I'd rather not," Alex had said, Rose responded by sticking out her tongue at him. Alex wasn’t exactly the nicest person ever to her today he yelled at her earlier for being annoying them again quite a few people did. Rose was being a bit of a bitch today but when wasn’t she?

“Come Rose, we hate those blood suckers just as much as you do but we shouldn't go around picking fights. I mean, if they want to fight then of course we would fight back but I learned.....in my many years of getting in trouble to never throw the first punch." Rose rolled her eyes as Nat lectured her. Rose isn’t one to throw the punch first she’s just all talk. Well that is till you piss her off…. But that’s another story. Rose did know that Nat did have more experience with that crap then she did but still she didn’t like being lectured.

Rose sat back in her chair and started picking at her finger nail. She was already making plans to go buy some remover. She had gone out to a bar last night and she painted her nails to make them look nice. She tried to look nice she even took more than 5 second to do her make up. Rose did put on makeup almost every day but she rarely ever took that long putting it on and it usually looked quickly done, which is was.

"Is there something else?" That cut through Rose’s thoughts and made her sit up a bit straighter. “Wow is there actually drama going on?” Rose asked she tried to sound bored but she couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice. After that was said Rose become silent like everyone else. They all seemed to be holding their breath waiting for an answer.

Well it was silent until Nat played Justin Beiber’s song Boyfriend. Rose was about to yell at her to turn the damn thing off when Alex yelled at her. Of course her reaction was hilarious.

"God, I love you Alex but really ,it's time to wake the hell up. And no more sourpuss, be happy you're living," Said Nat as she put the phone right by Alex’s ear. Rose laughed; she hated Justin Beiber and would rather be attacked by a bear then listen to him but to see Alex so pissed was awesome.

Sadly the moment didn’t last long because everyone was still waiting for Emmanuel’s answer. Rose had a hard time sitting still though. She kept moving around, people gave her deadly looks but Rose just returned them. Finally she sat still and looked around at everyone in the room. Her eyes landed on Adrienna but everyone called her Tessa. Tessa was new here; she had only been here for a few months. Rose had spoken to her directly to her maybe 10 times in the last few months, Tessa didn’t say much. Tessa looked terrified though, waiting for an answer but then again she always got scared when some in the pack said something or did something.

"Hang on Chandler. Dealing with something."
Chandler snapped his mouth shut when Caprice spoke, cutting him off from speaking again, most likely babble to keep himself from having some foreign emotional break down. He forcefully kept a sigh from escaping the prison of his mouth, then with much effort he kept himself from eavesdropping on the conversation at the other end of the line. Balancing the phone between his shoulder and ear, he reached forward, grasping a file at random that lay on his desk. Anything to keep his mind off of Bryce at the moment. Tugging the cover of the file open it made a slight tearing sound from the force behind his yank. Chan cursed in under his breath only to jerk back when he spotted the picture of the immortal on the page..again. It was the same one he had read over four times already. He shook his head, gaze raking along the picture. A small blonde headed girl stared back at him with light blue eyes. He narrowed his own blue orbs at the picture, as if the immortal was actually in the same room with him. Sick. It made him sick. What mostly made his stomach churn with unease was the strange attraction he found that he had. The girl was cute. But she's not a girl, she's a piece of scum littering this earth. Like the files that litter my desk. He had to remind himself, giving a gentle snort.

Having not noticed he was holding his breath, Chandler was surprised by his exaggerated exhale of air when Caprice finally returned to the phone and spoke. His voice caught in his throat.
"Yeah. I've got the file of your brother's killer here. Why don't you come down to my office and we'll talk."
He mumbled an almost inaudible "Okay," into the phone when he found his voice again, but it was too late.. The line was dead. Absentmindedly he tossed the phone back on the receiver with one hand, closing the file with his other hand. So, maybe this revenge thing wouldn't be so complicated after all. Chan's jaw clenched as he pushed from his desk once more; everything had to complicated though, of course.
He briskly made his way towards the oddest piece of furniture that resided in his office; a wardrobe. With expert hands he began unbuttoning his white button-down shirt. The material fluttered back with his quick motion of walking, revealing a firm stomach and broad expansion of chest which he received with years of hard work. He reached forward, yanking the wardrobe's doors out his way; the wood trembled beneath his strength. Slipping the thin shirt from his shoulders swiftly he tossed it inside, reaching in, grasping a black tee at random; that's pretty much the only color of shirt he owned, black.

The shirt fit snug against his firm frame, and even though Chandler wasn't a fan of tight clothing, it was necessary for his job, fitting blades in all places he could get them. He then took off his black slacks, the button braking from the flimsy thread that held them to his pants in his desperate haste; it rolled across the wooden floor, yet Chandler paid no mind. He bent down, grabbing up a pair of faded jeans..And that is when his office door flung open..

The door slammed against the wall,
"Mr. Hamilton, I was told to-.. Oh my!" The secretary squealed, throwing the files that resided in her hands up in front of her face. Chandler straightened up to his full height of 6'3", pants in hand.

"What?"

"I-I'm so sorry, M- Mr. Hamilton, I didn't know you were-" The girl began, visibly shaking, yet Chandler silenced her with a deep laugh.

"Misty, honestly, it's okay. Haven't you seen boxers before?" he asked, motioning towards the red, silken shorts casually resting low on his hips. The girl, Misty, peeked over the top of the files in her hands. She blinked a couple times,

"Yes sir, I just-.. Here!" Misty thrust the shaking papers toward Chan, head down, eyes on the floor purposely. He gave a throaty laugh, momentarily forgetting about the problem at hand. He took the files she held out to him, letting his hand brush against her's with secret intention. He then tucked the papers and things in under his left arm, modestly tugging on his pants, watching the secretary all the while. She did not look up.

"Who wanted me to have these files?" Chandler spoke up, deep voice breaking the few seconds of silence. Misty finally looked up, meeting his gaze.

"They're cases, Mr. Hamilton.. Your brother's..Cases. Since he won't- Won't be finishing them, I figured..-"

"Out." Chandler's once friendly expression had gone stony, voice having become metal and steel. "Out!" he ordered once more when the girl didn't move, holding a secret authority. The secretary outwardly flinched, scampering from the office, closing the door in her wake. The muscles in Chandler's arms quivered as he took the files and slung them across the room, stiffly turning back to the wardrobe.

He bent down, yanking open a bottom drawer to reveal multiple hand weapons, mostly blades. He snagged a sheath and long dagger, reaching back and strapping it to his back for easy access. He then pulled on his black, lace-up boots, hiding away two daggers in each. Standing, Chan reached into the wardrobe, grabbing his leather jacket, slipping it on smoothly; he wore it every hunt. Then, on his right wrist, he strapped on a spring-loaded blade which was hidden by his sleeve. Usually, he tried carrying as many weapons on him as his attire would allow without being obvious. Each of his blades were pure silver.
Satisfied, he kicked the drawer closed, shutting the wardrobe's doors. Walking over to his desk Chandler picked up his cellphone, sending Caprice a text on her personal number.
Be there in 10.
- Chandler
Sliding the phone into his pocket, he then turned to walk from the office, yet paused. There was a tension in his shoulders as he glanced over his right, eyeing the file on his desk that seemed to taunt him. "Dammit!" he hissed, quickly walking over and snatching it up before exiting the room.
It took Chandler three minutes flat to make it down two levels of stairs and to the garage; successfully slipping past the still flustered secretary, that is. Pulling the keys from his left jacket pocket he clicked the 'Unlock' button, sending his black camaro into a frenzy. Once inside the beast of a car Chan's lips twitched upward into a sly, lopsided grin as he tossed the file he brought with him into the passenger seat. The car was a five speed, manual, yet to switch gears you had to simply press a button on the side of the steering wheel. He was addicted to adrenaline, and going fast in that baby down a highway was the trick to get his blood to pumping..Besides women. With the quick twist of the key in the engine the car revved up, growling, as if to be challenged. Oh yes..

********

Chandler did not lie, ten minutes later there he sat in front of Caprice's office. He gently tugged up the collar of his jacket, sliding out of his car with ease; he made sure to lock it. Shoving his hands into the leather pockets of said jacket he casually made his way into the building, walking down a large hallway, stopping at Caprice's office door. He hesitated, but only momentarily before giving a quick knock. However, like always, Chan did not wait for her to call for him to come inside, he simply did, slipping into the toasty room and shutting the heavy door behind himself.

"Caprice," he greeted in his deep, laid-back voice. His face was free of expression, he did not let any emotion show; it was like his brother had never died. He slowly walked towards her desk, gazing her over only once. Chandler had always found his leader attractive, but never let it show. Almost all men found her attractive. "You said you have the file on who killed my brother?" he asked, tone having a hint of acid this time. He gazed at her desk, crossing his thick arms over his wide chest. He just needed one glimpse of the bloodsucker, where they were staying, then it was game on.




Keira sighed softly when her question was ignored, she was use to it though, she was only a "pet," a guard dog. Yet, she listened eagerly as the others' questions were answered, leaning forward, pressing her chest against her long legs. Her stomach clenched uncomfortably when each and every thought in the room was confirmed. Aurora had found Charlise, but not in the way they or Keira herself wanted her to. She hung her head, biting her lower lip. Charlise was dead. As Aurora went on explaining the hybrid lifted her head slowly. If she was in her wolf form her ears would have pricked forward instantly. She expected Charlise was killed by a werewolf, yet when the coven leader spoke of a common man doing so it sent her thoughts spiraling out of control.

"I killed him in blind rage. He'd dropped a little figurine. Of a huntress. I'm not sure what it means, but I know it's a symbol for something."
Keira swallowed hard, digging the tips of her fingernails fiercely into the soft material of her sweatpants. She leaned forward some more, urging her coven master to continue, yet doing so she went a little too far. Tipping head first Keira went tumbling to the floor. For a minute she laid there awkwardly, staring up at the ceiling. She didn't mind she had just made a fool of herself, she done so regularly. What she couldn't understand was what the coven leader said. A little figurine? Of a..Huntress?
The hybrid quirked a brow, sitting up. Her thick, chestnut hair was in a silky disray upon her head, but she ignored it, standing and plopping back down into the velvety chair. She pulled her legs back up against her chest as Aurora went on, glancing at Alphonse when she spoke to him.

"If you don't want this, have it your way. Find yourself a new coven."
Keira shuddered at the mere thought of that. Who would accept a hybrid? Neither werewolf nor vampire? No one. She hugging herself as to prevent herself from visibly shaking. This was a lot to take in in one night. Casting a glance in Aurora's direction, slight sympathy smoldered in her, now, strangely emerald green eyes. She knew how very close Charlise was to Aurora, to everyone.. It was a heavy lose. Once again, Keira pressed her soft lips into a straight line to keep from whimpering.

However, when a knock sounded at the door the hybrid's head snapped in the direction, a dangerous growl emitting from deep within her chest. Humans, clearly. Keira went to stand, but stopped herself. She glanced at Aurora, pupils dialating like they done when she shifted. Yet, once she caught the actual scent of the humans the irises of her eyes swirled, melting into a liquid silver. She gripped the armrests of her chair, slightly barring her teeth as the terribly annoying knocking grew louder.

"All right all right. Shut the hell up!"
Watching Aurora vanish, the hairs on the back of the hybrid's neck stood on neck. She was tingling from her head to the tips of her toes as she tried resisting the shift that was instinct. She stood absentmindedly, turning in the direction of the door. Grasping the hem of her long sleeved, purple shirt she began wringling it in her hands; nervous energy.
"...looks like someone comes here to be our meal willingly...I wonder who that is...they sure are stupid..."
Keira glanced at Al tentatively, brows furrowing as she conciously kept her fangs from enlongating. Finally, after listening to the muted voices behind the door, she turned to look at it once again. Slowly, carefully, she made her way towards said door, pausing at the large window. She pressed her slim hands against the cool glass surface, peering out at the two humans. Her head tilted to the right, warm silver eyes swimming with curiosity. A male and female.
Aurora had to know them. If not, she would have killed them where they stood. Unless, she was toying with them some. She was known to do that.

"God dammit Gabe, you really couldn't have picked a worse time."
The hybrid blinked a couple times when Aurora spoke, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. Yes, she knew that human, knew him well, apparently, since she knew his name..
Keira glanced back at the rest of the coven in the living room before her gaze fell back outside, studying the humans. Why were they here? Did they have a death wish?

Dead The word echoed over and over in Julien's mind. Charlise... dead. The two just didn't seem to go together. When she went missing, of course that they all suspected... but Julien hadn't realized until that moment how much he didn't want to admit it. He hated the look in Aurora's eyes, the crack in the ice. Julien sat up, shoving his hand roughly through his hair. Of course, Fox reacted to that, scooting closer to him and draping her arm around his shoulders. He snarled at her and she slid backwards faster than a human eye could see, her own lips curled back over her teeth. He didn't want to be touched right now. "Just fuck off for a minute, Fox," he snapped. He scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to gather himself. He just about had it together when the pounding began on the door. "...looks like someone comes here to be our meal willingly...I wonder who that is...they sure are stupid..." Al said happily. Julien gave a half-hearted smirk.

"You just refuse to play the game. If you would spend some time playing with your food before you went for the kill, you would have dinner pounding down your door." He winked at Belle, who liked to seduce her victims like Julien. The two of them went hunting together sometimes in the city. "Right, Belle?" He was just starting to get himself back under control, when Cassie jumped up and flew outside. Julien jumped to his feet, but by the time he was up, she was already out the door. "Cassie, where are you going?" He headed after her, his emotions caught somewhere between annoyance and panic. He heard her barge through the group, telling Aurora that she was going for a walk. Julien swore and went to go after her, but he paused with his hand on the door because he heard his name.

"Not even Julian knows about you..." He stood there, stunned, listening through the door to their conversation. Woodenly, he pulled the door open and stepped through. The humans were nothing special. Thin and panicked. Julien didn't care. He didn't acknowledge them as he leaned in close to Aurora to whisper in her ear. "I don't like it when you keep secrets from me, Aurora," he whispered, "especially when you know all of mine." He paused to let that sink in. "I'm going to get Cassie, she doesn't need to be out alone. I hope that when we get back, you'll talk to me. Keep them out of the house if you want to keep them. Al's mouth is already watering." He stalked away then, running down into the forest. It didn't take long for him to catch up with his sister. He took hold of her arm.

"What the hell are you doing, you little dummy," he snapped without any real heat. Without much of a prelude, he pulled his sister into a tight hug. Charlise just died, Cassie. Could you please just spare my nerves not go out alone for a while? he thought, because he was sure he couldn't say it. He stepped out of the hug just as abruptly as he hand initiated it. "If you want to go hunt, I'll go with you," he said casually, though his voice was a bit rough.

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Fox didn't particularly care that Charlise was dead. She was a pretty girl, but then, Belle was prettier and more fun, so at the end of the day it didn't really mean much. Still, the news made Julien draw away. She tried to follow him, but he snarled. She snarled back, annoyed at his behavior, first with the little tramp and now this. She humphed at him and then vanished, reappearing a moment later just behind Keira. She pressed her hands to the glass on either side of the hybrid girl's. She liked Keira. She was refreshingly timid in a house full of people as arrogant as vampires.

"Is little Lassie coming, too? Will you play nicely with the other puppies?" she asked. She question wasn't really meant to be answered. "Are you eavesdropping, Lassie?" She cocked her head to see past Keira's mane of hair and through the glass. The two humans on the step were still alive, which meant that Aurora had some sort of purpose for them. "Mistress won't be happy," she said quietly in a singsong voice.