Blood Moon: A Supernatural Apocalypse

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a part of Blood Moon: A Supernatural Apocalypse, by Sanarith.

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Jessamine Deveroux [12] "Well anything ever be how it was..?"
Darcy Millington [10] "Humans don't deserve to die"
Alyssia Grace Barakel [10] "My parents are gone...I hope to change the world for them."
Arrow Ford [10]
Albert van der Kneer [9] C-Can't we just...you know...t-talk about this?
James Wesley Davis [4] "Trying to put the needs of others ahead of your own is costly and hazardous to one's health, however , I'm compelled to do so... It's frustrating."
Eris Barakel [4] "People lie. Appearances deceive. You are about to find that out the hard way." {WIP}
Blake "Seth" Barakel [3] "My sister's a fool; why act sagely when there's all the world to ruin?" (MASSIVE WIP)
Avery Lin [1] wip.
Blake Seth Barakel [1] "My sister's a fool; why act sagely when there's all the world to ruin?" (MASSIVE WIP)

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Character Portrait: Jessamine Deveroux Character Portrait: Arrow Ford Character Portrait: Eris Barakel Character Portrait: Blake Seth Barakel Character Portrait: Alyssia Grace Barakel Character Portrait: Darcy Millington Character Portrait: Albert van der Kneer

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Fire and blood.
That's most of what Alyssia could remember from that night. The fire, the fire in her veins, the fire that consumed her home, and her parent's bodies.
The fire that raged through her siblings and took their Humanity from them.
She didn't know how it happened. It just...Did. Eris was first, she recalled. Or was it Eris? Was it Blake? Alyssia just remembered them tearing her parents' bodies apart until they lay in pools of their blood, as red as the moon that shone through the window.

It had all been so quick, too.

She remembered running from them. The taunting voices, a hallucination and something real, echoing down hallways that shone red like blood in the moonlight. Escape had become an instinct at that time. She was no longer a predatory hunter.

She was the prey of her own brother and sister.

Then she remembered the fire that spread through her veins.

It burned her. All she could remember was the feeling of the charred veins beating through her like a drum. It was the sun that saved her. It felt like she was being burned at the stake for years, imprisoned in her own home, only the sun's rays saving her. It had came up like a beacon of hope, driving away the fire with cool rays. She'd felt the relief, and the missing presence of her siblings. They were gone. And she had to get away, too.


Alyssia opened her eyes, and looked around at the people below her. Jessamine and Arrow were still asleep, by the looks of things. The boys were too. Alyssia lay there for a moment. Had she heard something snap?

It was dark, so it was the most dangerous time. She drew her dagger from her belt, and just held it in her hand for a second. The cool metal gave her relief, it was her protection now. She sat up quickly, packing her things away swiftly. She was sure there was something out there, moving. Her ears were not very good, however, well, not as good as the creatures that may be lurking out there. It was dangerous at night, and Alyssia longed for the sun. It made her feel better, happier, even more so since the Blood Moon. She was becoming more and more afraid of the dark...She had seen monstrous things in the dark, these past 5 months...There was that zombie... She was glad she had the others with her. They gave her the feeling of a purpose.

Another snap. Perhaps it was one of the zombies? Alyssia was alert, standing up now, brandishing the blade in front of her. Something was out there. She would wake her comrades only when they needed to be. Only then. For now, she would let them rest, and she would guard their sleeping selves until that time came.

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Character Portrait: Jessamine Deveroux Character Portrait: Arrow Ford Character Portrait: Alyssia Grace Barakel Character Portrait: Darcy Millington Character Portrait: Albert van der Kneer

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Darcy Millington


Darcy was leaning on a tree and watched the five humans asleep. She knew the job that waited ahead of her. And she wasn't so happy about it. But in order to help them she had to earn Seth and Lilith's trust first. Though she doubted that would ever happen.

The few other paranormals around her were moving slightly. They were frustrated, they wanted to attack already. Darcy tried to keep herself calm. ”Damnit, can't they stay quiet” she thought in her mind. However her next thought was ”In fact, the more noise they make, the more alert the humans will be. Then they might have chance to escape.” She saw a girl waking up. ”Good...Now wake up your friends and get hell out of here.”

When nothing happened, Darcy sighed quietly. She looked around her. There were six other besides her. She didn't know them very well. Only the male vampire she had seen couple of times before. Each one had one target. Well, three of them shared the same target, the girl with long, blonde hair who was now awake. Seth really had obsession with her.

Darcy's primary target, however, was the African looking girl. ”I'm going to let her escape. Probably I'll be tortured because of that. Hopefully few others will be able to escape too. That girl doesn't look like a fighter who could survive alone.”

Darcy looked at the sky and started to count in her mind. ”60, 59, 58...” They would attack soon.

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Character Portrait: Jessamine Deveroux Character Portrait: Arrow Ford Character Portrait: Alyssia Grace Barakel

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Arrow Ford

Loud music was filling the house, shaking the walls. Arrow, wanted to go home but she didn't want the argument with her brother Bow so instead here she was, dancing and drinking. At some point she went up to the attic, it had been converted into a bed room but no one but her and her friend Megan knew that at the party.

Collapsing on the bed she passed out, it wasn't until the mid afternoon when she woke up. Walking through the house she felt sick, bodies of the party goers were everywhere, Running outside she ran into a older man with tears in his eyes. He told her that the moon had changed alot of the humans caught in its path, running home Arrow didn't find her brother, she didn't even really find her grandmother, what she found was gore. No body, just ripped up meat. Gagging, Arrow ran to her room and changed her clothes. Packed a bag, and ran. She couldnt find her brother, thats when she knew he had done what he always did and came and looked for her.

She knew her Brother was gone.


Arrow was awake, her eyes were closed and she was breathing evenly but she was wide awake she was listening to the world around her. Something wasn't right, what it was she wasn't sure but there the noise was again. In the trees, multiple trees rustled but not a natural rustle but a body in the trees rustle. Eyes snapping open Arrow pulled herself into a sitting position, "Alyssia, the trees." She whispered to the only other person up, her wide eyes were moving quickly from the trees surrounding them. In her slim hands were several small knives, none more then three inches long but all were delicate and were properly weighted for throwing. Crawling on all fours to Jessamine she shook her friend and did the same with the boys. "We need to run, we have to run now." She said softly as to keep from being heard though she knew that if there were creatures in the trees then they would have heard her clearly anyways.

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Character Portrait: Jessamine Deveroux Character Portrait: Arrow Ford Character Portrait: Alyssia Grace Barakel Character Portrait: Albert van der Kneer

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Albert sat on his haunches, switching between closing his eyes tight and keeping them open. Both of them resulted in darkness, but it was really a matter of which was less dark. Ever since that day...that night....

He shuddered, palms cold. As a human he'd get sweaty palms whenever he was nervous. It was always something he was self-conscious about, but now he'd give anything to have that annoying function back.

He felt antsy. Nervous. Worried. He didn't want to be here...didn't want to stage this attack on people who were still human. He hardly remembered who his target was...well, actually, that was a lie. Even as a human he'd had a good memory. His amber eyes landed on the standing girl with hair that could blend in the moonlight. At least, the moonlight of old.

His mouth tugged into a frown, sharp canines poking over the top of his bottom lip. He really, really didn't want to do this. He didn't even know why Seth had put him out here. Perhaps it was a way to get rid of him...Albert wasn't exactly popular in their "home base".

The time was coming close. The red-haired demon looked as if she were counting down the seconds. He curled his fingers in, tense. The humans below were already starting to stir...a second had woken and was moving to wake the others. Hopefully they would all leave beforehand, but even then Al knew that would just give the others a chase. And he knew how much they loved a chase. These humans would be no match for them. Even Al, probably the weakest in this group, would be able to outrun them.

Run he urged mentally, RUN

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Character Portrait: Damien Azazel Character Portrait: Jessamine Deveroux Character Portrait: Arrow Ford Character Portrait: Alyssia Grace Barakel Character Portrait: Darcy Millington Character Portrait: Albert van der Kneer

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Jessamine stood in her small dorm, her fingers wrapped around a pencil as it etched her mind's latest child on to the pages of a recycled paper journal.

"If no evil be nigh, To thwart you out of spite," Jessamine recited.
"And if you know the very words, to cast a spell of might." She said with a gentle smile on her tawny brown lips. "you get upon the thistledown and if the breeze is right." She looked up and out the window as the sun set just under the horzion, allowing the moon to begin to rise. "You sail away to Faerieland along this track of light."

Just as the moon rose up, it was as if the gods bleed, and the white orb that was the moon was stained red.



With that Jessamine felt her body shake and she knew a panic attack was coming on but no, it was only Arrow. Jessamine took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before a panic attack did occur. That was the last thing they needed at this point. The world literally went to Hell, Demons....Actually Demon were trying to kill them, and the last thing she wanted or needed was to be stopped dead by one of her debilitating panic attacks.

"We need to run, We have to run now." Arrow urged and Jessamine nodded, she gathered her satchel and looked around herself. Trees surrounded them and apart of her felt safe but she knew the trees couldn't protect her or any of them if the demons attacks. She looked and found the boys groggily waking up, Arrow in a bit of a fright but that wouldn't last, She was probably the strongest of them, Her name was Arrow for God's sake, and Alyssia...Jessamine frowned when she didn't see her but sighed when she saw her standing guard around them.

Jessamine was grateful to them all, but she couldn't help feeling like the weak link, the one that was going to get them all killed. She was weak, Her panic attacks were going to get them killed if it happened at the wrong time. She could only hold them back for so long, her attacks, and certain things, certain triggers, like blood or a dead body would send her into a fit immediately.

It's how they found her in the first place. All alone, breathing heavily, her caramel colored face ashen, her eyes wide, clutching her chest, standing over the mutilated bodies of her roommates.

She took a breath now, just thinking about it made her antsy.

Atleast now they knew the signs. She'd get antsy, start moving around too much, if she were standing, she'd shift from foot to foot, if she were sitting, usually her legs were crossed, so she'd cross and uncross her legs. She'd tug on her clothes, grind her teeth, and start to sweat. Any of those were clear signs, that a panic attack was coming on. Thankfully, they also knew how to calm her down as well, One of them, usually one of the guys, would let her play in their hair, it was a comfort thing, as odd as it was. She used to play in her father's hair before he died. She'd twist a lock of hair between her fingers while her arms were wrapped around somone. The Guys were quick to volunteer for that job when things were calm. In bad situations -which was most of the time, she just needed someone's hand, it didn't calm her down all the way but it would be enough to keep her tethered to the situation at hand.

It was a lot to deal with for them, she felt like a burdon but she was too afraid to go off on her own. She didn't want to die alone....but she didn't want them to die with her either.

She pulled her dagger from her thigh holster, she wasn't very good with it but atleast she had one.

"What happened, Arrow?" She whispered. " What's going on?"

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Character Portrait: Eris Barakel Character Portrait: Blake "Seth" Barakel

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Blake stood within the limits of the shadows, his toes mere millimeters away from the sunlight that sprayed into the dark room, casting shadows upon light, and light upon shadows. But he was safe- none of it touched him as he stood in the dark shadows, only but his toes feeling the harsh tingle of sunlight hitting his flesh. It didn’t matter much; his flesh would regenerate quickly enough, anyways. His eyes were stuck on the setting sun in the distance, watching as the dark sky slowly swallowed up the orange radiance that he could no longer claim his. He stood there, but a straight statue, his chest barely moving as he breathed in the musky air that filled his room along with the scent of blood, flesh and death. With each inch the sun shrunk down within the horizon, Blake took another step forward, following the shadows as they slowly grew in response of the waning sun. Each step was another triumph over the eternal sun- one that he was most likely going to see for many years into the future. Even when she is gone. Blake’s eyes flickered and dimmed, more so than they had been but a few seconds ago, his pupils dilating until it was almost as if it covered his entire iris- and then it stopped. He stopped as well as the sun finally went out of view, plunging Blake into a sheer, blank darkness.

A chuckle escaped his lips as Blake turned around away from the window that he now stood right behind. The moon is out! Up, sister! His eyes flickered and a red light poured through from them, his iris flashing in the color of a pale, dark crimson. Up, up, up! His giggles echoed throughout the empty building, scaring all those that were not she whom he beckoned into shivers and fear. Walking over to his bed, Blake grabbed two bright red heels from his bedside and slipped his feet in carefully. “Beautiful.” He muttered, turning his feet left and right as he stared down at the new heels. “Thank you for the gift, darling.” He laughed again as he placed a kiss a figure’s head- one which laid on the red blankets, his hands fiddling in the red mass to pull out a white lump. “Oh my! Breakfast? You shouldn’t have!” A moan rasped through the room from the bed as Blake sat down, the red liquid staining the white shirt he had on at the hems. Immediately, he whipped his hand against the woman’s cheek, forcing her to a stop as a snap resounded throughout the silent room. “Annoying little bitch.” He snarled, his face dark as the urge to play suddenly vanished from within Blake's heart- but the look suddenly disappeared as the large smile crossed over Blake’s face once more. “Now then…Eris always loves the heart.” He surveyed the carcass that laid on his bed, naked and ravaged, bruised and cut- all his work. His grin widened as his hand snaked up the woman’s opened torso and onto her bared chest, his nails sharp and his hand stark white against the dying flesh.

“Is it…here?” Immediately, his nails dug into the woman’s left breast, the flesh moving away from his strong fingers as they forcibly crushed into the woman. Cracks filled the room as he broke open her ribcage, allowing access to the origin of life- the heart. An almost sweet look came onto Blake’s face as he gently wrapped his fingers around the motionless heart, caressing the dead muscle to fit his hand- only for him to wrench it out, cruel and heartless, and out into the air. Flinging it onto a plate on the bedside cabinet, Blake got up and licked his fingers, his other hand still clenching his own fine meal. Eris! He snapped across the school, his eyes flashing dangerously when no reply came from his sister’s side of the link. Blake sighed and walked over to a tattered wardrobe, pulling apart the old doors to reveal clean, laundered shirts and pants. Grabbing a pair of black pants, Blake shoved them on with the high heels still on and then walked back to the bed. I expect this room cleaned by someone after an hour. Blake sent the message to all that roamed the halls of the rundown school- the lesser demons would clean up the evidence of Blake’s fun last night that lay both in his bed and on the floor. Grabbing the platter, Blake made his way out of the room and past the many bodies that lined the walls, nailed in through their hands and legs with knives. A click of his fingers brightened the hallway as fires flickered on the whisks of the candles that lined the corridor, one by one as Blake moved through.

But then the scene suddenly changed. Though the sight of human bodies did persist- there no longer was the smell of musk, nor the overt BDSM displays. Rather, toys lined the hallways, dipped in blood and ruined with flesh. Blake laughed as he took another bite of the flesh, a smirk forming on his face as he walked through his sister’s masterpieces. Quickly, her door appeared in front of Blake as he knocked lightly before whisking the doors open, placing the platter on a table in the corner. “Wake up, Eris.” Blake said in a compliant voice, fires bursting alive on the candles that lined the walls of the girl’s room, along with those that hung on the chandelier, bathing the room with dim, warm light. “It’s time to play, little sister.”

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Character Portrait: Eris Barakel Character Portrait: Blake "Seth" Barakel

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”Come on! Faster! You can’t catch me with that speed!”

Laughter rang from the room in the center of the castle, ones of childish delight and amusement. ”Won’t you hurry up? This is getting boring!” The room was dark, but two figures lurked in the shadows, and laughter only came from one of the shadows. The small figure pounced around the large room, giggles periodically echoing through the room.
Oh don’t be such a baby, it’s but a flesh wound.”


Blood, dark red blood, splattered around the ground, over the walls, across the door, tainting the room in the lovely shade of red. A few fresh drops dripped across the tiles, leading their way toward a larger figure, his body sprawled across the ground. His legs twitched slightly, pulled into an unnatural position. A low growl echoed from his throat, sounding more animalistic than human, but no word of dissent was given from the man that attempted to move forward with his arms, his legs unable to exert any force to push himself along.

”This is tag. Stop being such a wuss, Stephen.” The small figure stood in the center of the room, the blinds were drawn against the sun, and thus only shadows loomed over her face. However, the dark red tinge in her eyes shown through the darkness, as if not acknowledging the mingled body of the man on the floor. Nothing shown through her eyes, blank against the man who was painting the ground with his blood. ”That’s it.” A small motion, barely noticeable with the human eye. Eris kicked her leg, and a rattle of chains was heard, her feet kicking at the long chain on the ground and a howling scream was ripped out of the man’s throat. ”Motivation much?” Her motion had its desired effect, for blood now pooled around the man’s leg, a piece of his flesh still lingered in the claws of the iron trap she had set around his leg. However, there was more, more of such claws spread out over the man’s body, but darkness obscured it from one’s view. The moon is out! Up, sister! Blake’s voice echoed through her mind, but she took no notice of it. ”Anymore and I would have to turn you into a puppet, you useless servant.” The man she called Stephen widened his eyes at the thought, and as if on cue, started pulling himself forward once again.

Up, up, up! The voice in her mind did not stop her Laughter from once again ringing through the castle doors, even as footsteps were heard approaching her door. No matter, for she knew who it was. No one else ever dared to barge upon her room, for whatever reason. ”Is this fun yet?” The childish laughter was so different against the pained groans that escaped the man’s lips, but Eris’ mood took no damage from the sounds, her eyes showing no signs of mercy. ”T-Tag…” It was only a second that she turned her eyes toward the door, her brother barging in. Eris! ”Wake up, Eris. It’s time to play, little sister.” ”Pity… We were just getting started.” She gave her brother an exasperated sigh, for she ignored him for a reason. Another rattle was heard, her hand making a small twist as she pulled the wires in her hand around the unsuspecting servant’s neck. ”Barbed wires makes everything so much easier.” One pull and there lingered silence. ”I wanted to make him a puppet, but he’s a little too tall for that…I actually liked him.” Her voice touched on the grounds of a pout as her eyes turned toward her brother, a smile lingered on her face. ”You always ruin my fun, Blake.” And with that, she kicked the detached, bloody head of the servant aside, not giving it a second glance as it rolled into the corner of the room.

A few more steps, and her hand pulled at the dark curtains, a swift pull forced the blinds to open against the newly set night. Darkness was always her favorite. However, the figure of the girl stood awkward to the sight in the darkness, the long red gown draped over her small figure, obviously more mature than her age allowed. A dark red crown set upon her dark hair, and the moonlight shone across it, making it gleam as if dripped with blood. ”And what have you brought me?” Her smile was genuine, delighted at the sight of her brother despite her conscious avoidance of his mental transmissions earlier. A glance at his hand and she gave a squeal of delight, the heart that dripped with blood stained her brother’s hand in a beautiful shade of red. ”You always have the most lovely gifts, Blake.” The small girl ran forward, taking the warm organ from his hand and giving him a playful kiss on the cheek. However, the touch of his skin, and her mind was immediately filled with the events that her brother had conducted just moments before. ”Blake!” She grinded her teeth, disgusted at the images that now scarred her mind, forcibly pushing them out of her head. ”Remind me never to touch you again.” At least he was discreet enough to kill her. Otherwise I might be jealous. She shook her head, and quick steps moved her out of the room, placing the red heart into one of the translucent cabinets that lined the side of the corridor. ”Perfect.” A chuckle was heard, resounding through the corridor, filled with her favorite toys, and of course, the puppets that lined the side.

The “puppets” groaned against the laughter, for the mingled bodies of the men and women had no use of anything except their mouths. Their arms and legs distorted into impossible positions, their hands and legs nailed onto the red boards. ”Shut up!! Puppets aren’t supposed to talk!” Her commanding voice resounded through the hall, but as the voice of a woman continued her weeping, Eris’ eyes narrowed. If that’s how you would like to play it. A smirk, and the red in her eyes shown brighter against the darkness, her mind pushing into the already-weakened mind of the woman.

A scream resounded through the castle, so typical of their home.

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Character Portrait: Jessamine Deveroux Character Portrait: Arrow Ford Character Portrait: Alyssia Grace Barakel Character Portrait: Darcy Millington Character Portrait: Albert van der Kneer

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Alyssia's heart was beating fast. It was fear. She was sure of it. There was a slight noise beside her, and she saw Arrow waking up. She breathed a slight sigh of relief through her lips. At least they were starting to wake up now. "Alyssia, the trees." Alyssia looked up, scanning the treeline and treetop canopy. There was something unfriendly out there. "We need to move." She muttered. "We need to get out of here now." She whispered. She tried to stay calm, but her racing heartbeat wasn't helping.

Alyssia turned to her friends and watched Arrow shaking the others awake. She watched Jessamine, who looked slightly panicked, but perhaps relieved. Alyssia felt almost sorry for Jessamine, this whole situation was not her forte, and Alyssia couldn't understand how much fear she must be feeling, if she was frightened herself. Alyssia didn't want to scare any of them, but the situation was going to get out of hand if they didn't leave right now. The boys were stirring now, too, thanks to Arrow, and Alyssia was glad for them. Perhaps, together, they'd have a chance.

The moon, silver and safe, could be seen through the canopy. It was slightly less than Full, a waning Moon. It had been the Blood Moon yesterday, the 5th one, five months of this torture had gone on. They'd hidden in a shelter somewhere yesterday, and a day of travels had led them here. It was dangerous out in the open, but they had no choice.

Alyssia scanned the treeline again. She couldn't see anything. No hint of eyes in the dark, at least, yet, anyway. She had a bad feeling in her gut, something would come out of the treeline, and soon. A small voice, Jessamine's, caught her attention. "I think..." Alyssia paused. She'd caught sight of something. There were figures just beyond the treeline. A splash of red, perhaps, that was hair, and a boy, watching them, with about 6 others around them. Her nails on her empty hand dug into her palm, a habit of hers. "Let's go. Let's go! If any get too close, you know what to do." She muttered. Alyssia knew who had sent them. She knew exactly what was going on. She was going to play dumb, though. They might not want to find out her brother and sister were Demons now...What if she'd become the same?

Alyssia shuddered slightly at the thought. They needed a plan. "Try and stick together?" She suggested to them quietly. "If you get split up, we need a place to meet up again." She suggested. "Any ideas?" Her fist, holding her dagger, closed into a tighter fist and then opened again, and repeated the motion. It was a sign of nervousness, for her, anyway. She sneezed. Oh damn. They had a werewolf with them. Then she had a crazy idea.

Her stomach twisted into knots, but she stepped forward, away from her friends. "You might as well show yourselves, we know you're here!" She said, pretty sure they could hear her. Whether they'd do it was up to them, but she hoped they would. She could see what they were if they did step forwards, which might give them a slight more of a chance. She looked at her friends, her only hope.

"Get ready to run."

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Character Portrait: Jessamine Deveroux Character Portrait: Arrow Ford Character Portrait: Alyssia Grace Barakel Character Portrait: Darcy Millington Character Portrait: Albert van der Kneer

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Albert's eyes widened as the girl, his target, stepped towards them, addressing this group that wanted to kill her. Go away, go away! he mentally shouted at her, his face taking on a strained, pleading expression that he was unaware of. He knew her invitation would stay ignored, that now the more aggressive ones would wait even longer, just until the humans relaxed before barreling out of the trees.

Albert wanted none of this. Not only did he fear that he might get trampled, but he didn't even know what he would do if he managed to get his target. Of course, these were all excuses, hiding his true motive. Standing up, he grabbed a branch and pulled himself up, making sure to match his movements with the sound of the breeze, avoiding the rays of the moon as he climbed higher up the tree. He was, to human ears, noiseless...though he was certain the werewolf below found him unbearably loud.

Crouched on the branch, he looked down at the humans, eyes refocusing on the girl with hair like the moon. A shudder ran up his spine as he imagined the hair red, and his thoughts returned to yesterday night, the unbearable pain, and the terrible thirst. He'd almost...almost...the poor girl, no doubt one of the demonic siblings' play thing, looked as if she might faint when he approached her, his golden eyes flashing menacingly. Yet, there was something unsettling about her eyes...the submissive look...as if she'd welcome him...as if his teeth were a better alternative to...to...

He pinched his eyes shut, trying to get the image out of his head. He'd seen, once, on accident, the terrible things those siblings did with their 'food'...just the thought made him want to throw up, and he nearly lost his balance.

Recovering, he remembered why he was up in the tree in the first place. Inching across the slimming branch, he clutched the branch above him. If he could just crack it off loudly, fling it below, maybe that would spook the humans into running. The others would just blame his clumsiness, and maybe Seth would think twice before sending him out on a mission like this. Of course, Albert would have to stay out of sight at the mansion, but that was something he was already used to.

While the branch did accommodate Albert's weight, he tugged on the branch above too firmly, and subsequently forgot to grab hold of one that was secure. Time seemed to stop as he felt himself topple past his balancing point, and the paused seconds rushed up to slam into him as he fell from the tree, landing on his side, extra momentum rolling him from the treeline. When his head stopped spinning he opened his eyes and found himself just meters away from the girl...his target.

A million different thoughts swarmed his head. He'd blown their cover all right...but who was to say the others wouldn't burst out now? What if they would wait it out, see what these humans would do to him? Could they do anything to him? Not if he convinced them he wasn't bad, not like the others, but then his secret...the others knew he was different, but they didn't know how...it would be exposed now. If the humans didn't kill him, the others would for sure. But what if the humans ran? Why weren't they running now? And what...what was that smell?

Something in his stomach tightened as the night wind tossed the scent about, filling his nose and tingling his spine. His head grew hazy, and a hidden desire started to rear its head until he realized with horror what exactly it was: blood.

"Go" he urged the human hoarsely. He knew this scent would drive the others crazy. He himself had dug rows in the dirt with his fingers, uprooted grass and wildflowers crumpled in his fists which had clenched shut as he had resisted. "Get out of here"

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Darcy Millington


”45, 44, 43...” Darcy noticed that the other humans started to wake up. ”Good. And now...Run!” She tried not to shout it aloud which was hard for her. She watched the African girl and saw a dagger in her hand. ”Hopefully she can use it...”

The tense in the air around her grew. She acted like she wouldn't care what was going to happen, leisurely leaning towards the tree, but others were literally here for blood. Well except one. Darcy glanced over at vampire with golden eyes. He seemed to be nervous. It confused her. Vampires needed human blood to survive, right? Shouldn't this be a feast to him?

She looked back to humans again. How they could survive? Even if they could fight, they were weaker and slower. Darcy sighed in her mind and closed her eyes. "You might as well show yourselves, we know you're here!" she suddenly heard the shout. Darcy froze but luckily no one of the paranormals dashed forward.

She relaxed again, knowing the humans would now have more time to escape but her relief last only a second. ”31, 30, 29...” And then she heard the crash. The same vampire Darcy had observed earlier had fallen off from the tree, right next to the humans.

She slowly rose her left hand asking everyone to wait. She had no idea what to do. If the other decided to go after they prey she couldn't stop them. Only thing Darcy knew for sure was that she would be in trouble.

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I told you not to make a sound. The screams rang through the castle, but Eris' voice filled the mind of the woman that dangled from the wooden boards. Have you ever heard of a puppet that speaks? A slight narrowing of her eyes, and another scream ripped through the woman's throat, sounding as if she was choking on something, something that was not there. A mental surge was sent through the air, pressing into the minds of all those that roamed the castle. Defy her, and face the consequences. All, of course, feared the mental message that was forcibly pressed on their minds, cowering with fear- or however much they could. Blake only smiled as he heard his sister vent through her mind, even laughing a bit as more screams joined the one woman's screaming voice, resuming the symphony that always played in their abode. "My, my, young sister." Blake said with a silky voice, fluttering his eyelids a bit at a man who crouched in a corner, large gashes on his chest, naked but for a piece of cloth that barely covered his crotch area. "It would seem to be that you are having much too nice of a time here, are you not?" He laughed, intentionally brushing her soft cheek with his fingers, knowing that she would be irritated by the touch.

A small touch. One that was given by the familiar hand was enough to light the small spark of irritation that was beginning to fester in the young girl's chest. Blake! She absolutely abhorred being touched, and his movement forced her eyes to narrow, a push at the mental barriers of her brother and the scream was forced into his mind. Even if he was her brother, she did not tolerate anyone touching her. A blink of her eyes, and her large, blood red eyes refocused, tilting her head as a curious smirk formed in the corner of her lips. "Oops, did I harm you, brother?" Her voice was returned to that sickly sweet tone. Blake snorted, the intrusion into his mind but irritating him slightly- but that did not mean that his anger would lay low. The flames of the candles on the candelebra that hung right above their heads flared, burning the ceiling of the room, filling the room with a sickly smell of chemicals and burnt substances. "Absolutely not, dearest Eris." He leaned on his other foot, the heels glinting a deadly red in the bright flare of the flames, as he looked around at his sister's masterpieces once more. They were much unlike his- Blake never did leave his humans for display. Use and throw away. He thought, making an unamused glance at the bodies that were nailed to the wall. At least they are artistic, Eris. He would give her that much.

Walking over to the man Blake had seen earlier, he rubbed his fingers over the man's head, as if petting a puppy. "What plans do we have today, Eris?" He asked as the fires sowly dimmed. Blake's hand was now lightly scratching the man's scalp, his sharp nails teasing the man's skin lightly, matching the small smile on his face. However, an annoyed glance was forming inside the gleam of Eris' eyes against the flames of the candle, raising her eyebrow against her brother's teasing motions toward the man in the corner. "Showing him much attention, I see." Her voice touched on a tone of jealousy and her expression formed into a pout. Unlike her brother, she preferred direct pain next to teasing, her mind itching to push past the barriers of the man's consciousness and deliver to him what her brother would not. However, snapping out of it, she shook her head, turning her gaze away from the two. "Won't you get me more toys, brother dearest?" A smile formed on her lips at the words, "I kept on accidentally killing them all. It's no fun when they die."

The man was shivering under Blake's soft motions, knowing that the brother was as ruthless as the sister. "Well, I must apologize, Eris; I killed the last of mine yesterday due to...over-exercise." He smiled, as his hands slowly started to apply more pressure to the man's head, his nails like claws as they dragged over the man's scalp. "I am sure you do not wish to know what was happening...but, I believe I sent many mental images already?" Blake laughed, his face twisted into a dark smirk as he looked at his sister, his eyes emotionless. Did the images disgust you, sister? I sent them specifically for everyone in this building. He grinned as he let his hand drop to his side. Slowly, he sat down on the man's lap, and then entwined his long legs together, allowing the red heels to click against one another. Slithering a hand up, he allowed one of his nails drag along the man's cheek, revealing that his nails were also painted a blood-red. "Mm...I am glad you did not kill this one, Eris. He does fit my..." Blake licked his red lips as he turned his head to look at the shivering man, hunger etched across his face, "...taste." He placed a peck on the man's cheek, leaving a perfect red kissmark where he had placed the kiss.

Perhaps her brother did not notice the trembling in the young girl's figure, nor the narrowing of her eyes as the scene unfolded before her. The images of the day before mingling with the current scene, sending waves of disgust and... Jealousy? Rest assured, Blake. I did see. Her thoughts lost that tinge of humor and amusement, her eyes traveling down toward the red heels that did not seem to have existed yesterday. A clench of her teeth when Blake licked his lips, and a teasing smile formed on her face. "He's mine. Brother." And with that, her mind surged forward with a force, enough to send an agonized scream, ripped from the man's throat, into the air. More. She knew exactly what she was doing, for this was no longer going to be an unintentional kill. The man's eyes rolled backwards, the whites of his eyes matching the utter white terror that seemed to wreck his body. The force of the scream matched her rising anger. However, with each scream, the young girl took one step back from her brother. It all ended with one last scream, the man immediately grabbing the piece of glass that lied beside him before a flash of red was seen. Blood dripped down the man's chest, the gaping hole formed by his own hand. Another stab, then another. An amused grin was reflected in Eris' eyes as she watched the man conduct his own destruction. Oops. And with that, her chilling laughter was heard as the quick footsteps rang down the stairs.

Seth rolled his eyes; his hands had already roved downwards towards the man's crotch, intent on having his own fun- but Eris had ruined it within a second. He sighed and took the glass shard out of the man's chest, observing it in the flaring lights before looking back at the man's terrified gaze. "Oh, poor baby..." Blake muttered, guiding the bloody glass shard across the man's forehead before stabbing it in. A wide grin crossed Blake's face as he started to move his body up and down, pleasure gliding up his body. Taking the glass shard out again, Blake made another parallel gash on the man's head, his hips still working incessantly, allowing blood to once again splash out, this time soiling Blake's white shirt. "Mm..." He unconsciously smacked his lips as he leaned in and licked the blood off of the man's forehead, ignoring the fact that Eris had long since left the room. I'll... Blake started to pant, his eyes gleaming with delight. I'll be there in a second, dearest baby Eris... The glass shard went into the dead man's forehead two more times, leaving a bloodied square in the center of his head. With his fingers, Blake pulled the skin and bone off, slowly munching at it, allowing the man's severed pieces of brain to slowly tumble out, falling onto Blake's exposed censored, suddenly causing rivets of pleasure to ride up his back and into his center. He closed his eyes, allowing the feeling to ride over, before taking another bite of his little snack. "Poo." He said, looking down at his pants and shirt. "My clothes are ruined." Quickly, the sound of sharp heels followed after the lighter footsteps in the hallways, allowing with a low, deep chuckle.

Blake. The flashes of her brother's name was sent toward the room, her hands wrapped around her head as the mental thoughts and images her brother held at the moment pushed into her mind, despite her willingness to receive them. Blake! Her red eyes flashed a new tinge, one that held more anger than their usual sadistic amusement. The mental scream was sent to her brother's mind, as if warning him that the boundary was not to be crossed. However, just like Blake always does, the boundary was crossed by far. Blake ignored his sister's screams as he took his time following her, his heels clicking on the cold stone floor. "BLAKE!" This time her shrieking voice echoed through the castle. It wasn't often that one heard Eris scream, but nearly every time, it was Blake's fault. The scream was followed by a mental pulse that spread through every corner of the castle, as if searching for its target, but also targetted everything in its way. Her eyes did not waver even the slightest as the mental pulse was directed toward her brother.

As if batting off a fly, Blake waved his hands as an irritated look crossed his face. Though the mental pulse did not bother him much, it still put the demon on edge. Stop, Eris Barakel! He sent back, his eyes narrowing. Blake knew that Eris would pick up his message- she was the child prodigy in terms of telepathy, after all. "You should develop some patience, baby sister." He said, coming to a stop right behind Eris. Crossing his arms, Blake smiled again as he leaned against the bloodied wall, right on a demon woman he had pinned there a week before as fun. Now, he licked the perspiration on her body off with his tongue, slightly ignoring his sister once more- as usual. However, Eris' eyes reflected no humor in the situation. Her brother's commanding voice made the young girl flinch at its force, but she nonetheless stood against his anger. Don't make me kill her, Blake. The glint in her eyes showed that the small girl was not joking, and a step was taken forward despite the scene that sickened her to no end before her. A slight push at the mental barriers of the woman, and Eris gave her brother the usual smile of innocent she often used, as if whatever that was about to happen was going to be accidental. A slight squirm was seen from the woman, but the girl did not pause.

Blake turned quickly, glaring at the younger girl as his hand whipped out and harshly slapped against Eris's cheek. "Stop." He commanded, his voice cold and silent as he towered over Eris, the flickering lights of the candles lining the hallway dimming. The young girl's head snapped sideways and the sudden surge of force was cut off from its source. Silence accompanied Blake's words and Eris did not turn her head back. But as quick as Blake had acted, a smile suddenly formed on his face as he pulled Eris into a close hug, his eyes wide with mad laughter which shook throughout the whole building. "Oh, Eris! How I do so love you!" His words were returned with a glance from the blood-red eyes of Eris, whose glances of anger suddenly died down and renewed with ones of hope. Truly, the young girl simply wanted his attention. Blake let her go and then pulled off his shoes, taking one in each hand. Walking over to the female demon, Blake shook his head slowly, an apologetic look on his face. "I must apologize, dearest. I had fun planned for you- but your Mistress would not allow it. So, adieu to you!" The impaled demon opened her mouth in fear- but it was too late. Each heel punctured her straight through the eyes, causing her screams to fill the halls once more. "Ah! I knew you were a talented one- just like those whom are so enchanted with our beloved sister!" His smile twisted into a frustrated look as he started to punch the woman repeatedly, each hit accompanied with a grunt and the sound of bones breaking. "Our- fucking- human- sister!" Blake did not even perceive the moment the female demon died, but stopped when he had managed to control his anger, his fists twitching as did. Pulling the stilletoes out of the female demon's eye sockets, Blake put them on once more and walked towards Eris.

"Well, I believe I just finished our last playtoy, Eris. It seems like it is time to find more." A roll of her eyes, and Eris raised her head, her hand on her cheek as the burning sensation faded away. However, despite her silence, she was not yet ready to forgive her brother for his actions. He chose her over me. The anger she had built up toward the woman was overwhelming, but the smile in her expression showed no hints of it. "Of course, dearest brother," She had the perfect idea in mind, and a few quick steps forward allowed her to jump up, her arms wrapping around her brother's neck as she pulled herself upwards onto his back, her hand touching his neck. I have the perfect target in mind. The images she sent toward him were strange, filled with the smiling images of their human sister. Eris no longer held love for her sister, nor even attachment. However, her brother still seemed to, given his obvious anger. The images flew by faster, the pure looks of her sister were forced into Blake's mind, one after another, not even giving him a moment to take a breath. How about it, Blake?

Blake snarled as the images filled his mind, his eyes glazing over with anger- and something else that was almost immediately smothered. You want...that piece of filth? He asked, wrapping his arms around Eris's tiny frame. A curious glance was given to the momentary change in Blake's mind, but before she could recognize what it was, it has already faded away. However, the curiosity was quickly replaced by a tiny smirk, her eyes shining with playfulness. Wouldn't you? Her little taunt did not seem to have much effect, but her hand left his neck, giving him a satisfied smile. Blake shrugged, shifting his younger sister around in his hands now that he supported her full weight. If you wish. We could go and find her other companions as extras as well. You know I never take one human only every night. The twisted smirk once again appeared on Blake's face. "Well, then. I believe you must contact our pets- I believe they are following our sister."

The red glint in her eyes flashed under the candlelight. Oh how lovely. A sadistic smile formed at her brother's suggestion, and Eris gave him a playful grin. Of course, brother dearest. It never hurt to have more playtoys. This time, a mental pulse was sent, but one that was much stronger than the rest. It pulsed through the castle, into its bloody gardens, and out toward the land beyond. Whoever was within the proximity she determined would be able to hear it.

Sister dearest. I know you're out there. Beware. We're coming for your little friends as well.

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James kept his breathing regular... in.... and out... in... and out. He had been awake near a half hour now. 'There is at least 2 of them...maybe 3... ' He rolled over in his "sleep" and unfastened the clasp on his knife that was under his backpack, which he had been using as a pillow.

He heard the girls talking, they sounded worried , he shifted once more , rolling over on his back ready to spring up in a moments notice. He wished his bow hand been strung, he could take out at least two of whatever was in the dark with a well placed arrow or two, but taking on a monster with a knife didn't lend him any favors, that was to be sure.

He clutched the hilt of the blade, knowing it would be drawn in a reverse forward grip. His mind played it out a few times. Depending on what happened , he'd have to get close, really close.

The sickening memory of the zombie he had killed a while back flared through his mind. The feeling of flesh clutching the knife as he had tried to pull it free of the wretched ghoul made his skin crawl all over again, even more sickening was trying to pull the knife from the bone he had hit during his next stab. He relaxed his hold on the knife a little pushing that thought from his mind.

' Relax... focus on the sounds...' He continued to play asleep. That's when he heard the crash. 'it's happening!' his mind raced but for some reason he remained 'asleep' , he simply inhaled a little more and shifted again , a little more ready to pounce. He strained his whole being to listen.

He finally heard something 'Go."and " Get ---here" He assumed it was 'Go, get out of here'. That raised a large number of questions. He forced down the urge to see what had happened, and who was talking. 'play the easy target... lure them in... unsuspecting..' He focused on keeping calm, keeping the adrenaline from surging through his body and getting lost in that black and red haze it can cause. He waited for the sound of the attack that might not come.

Peace washed over him as he laid there, knife in hand, poised to strike. Tonight was going to be a long night, like every other one for the last 5 months had been...

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Jessamine watched in horror as Alyissa called out to whoever was watching them.

Brow creased in fear, Jessamine's grip on her dagger tightened.

Behind her, she could hear James tossing and turning. "James." She whispered softly -which in retrospect was counter productive but it didn't matter.

How could he possibly still be asleep?

Jessamine then allowed herself reason. He wasn't asleep, he was waiting, like a cobra, ready to strike out at any moment.

Suddenly, a branch snapped causing Jessamine to squeal thinnly in surprise.

A pale boy had fallen right in front of Alyissa.

What were they to do?

"Go, Get out of here!" The pale boy said and Jessamine frowned.

What-Did he just...?

He was with them....those things-demons that constantly chased them.

Why was he telling them to go?

Jessamine took a few steps back, to where she was laying, right beside James, per usual.

James was her guardian angel, where it not for him, she would have been mauled by a zombie ages ago.
Thankfully, he was there, He's always there.

"We need to go...now," She urged them, her eyes floating around the canopy of trees that blocked the moon rays.

She didn't want to know why he told them to run, but he did and that was enough for her.

She felt herself become ansty as she began shifting from foot to foot.


'Great...' Jessamine thought.

A panic attack was on it's way.

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Silence. Great. Apparently the Changed weren't as stupid as Alyssia thought.

Alyssia didn't want to turn her back to the trees, so instead she listened to Jessamine waking James up. She looked over at Avery and walked over to him, keeping her back to them. She nudged him with her foot. "Wake up. Quick, come on." She walked away from him again, gripping the dagger tightly in her hand. She had little in the way of time left. She could feel it.

Suddenly, as she walked over to where she was stood before, a crack was heard in the treetops. She watched as something came tumbling down along with the branch. It was a... boy. About her age. He was pale, though, too pale, his pallor looking sickly and unnatural. He had bronze hair, and when he looked at her, amber eyes that pierced her own blue ones with longing as he whispered his words to her. "Go. Get out of here." His words had urgency, and his fingers clawed the ground. She took a step back, her own eyes wide with curiosity and awe. "Y-You remember, don't you?" She whispered to him, sure he would hear her. He was Changed. She knew it. A vampire, from the looks of his pale skin. She took a step back before her mind was pierced by a strong pain and she had to clasp her hands over her ears to keep from tearing her own hair out.

"Sister dearest. I know you're out there. Beware. We're coming for your little friends as well."

Her sister's voice echoed in her mind like a bad dream. Her mind felt like a ribbon, one that was being played with, one that was having it's candle wax picked off and the edges becoming unraveled. She was trembling, shaking like a leaf. They had to get out of here now. There was no question about it. She couldn't let her friends find out - even if they could hear her. Maybe it was just her. The others didn't seem to hear what she could. She righted herself again, as she had doubled over, and licked her lips. She tasted blood. She had bitten her lip, apparently, and her hand has squeezed the dagger in her other hand, and a thin line of red was slowly dripping onto the green beneath her feet in a rhythmic beat.

It wasn't a good thing. Not at all.

She backed off slowly, watching the boy's amber eyes the entire time. When she reached the group, however, her eyes flicked up to the treeline. Other Changed had edged into the glade, and Alyssia could spot the werewolf, and a few other vampires. She pushed the group with her uninjured hand. "Run." She urged, pushing Jessamine slightly. "Run!" She urged them, her own fight or flight instincts kicking in. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, like the fire did, like the fire would if she ever heard that voice in person again. She took off for the trees, her legs trembling still, making it difficult to keep running continuously. She hit the treeline before the werewolf had even realized she had run. Oh great. He was chasing her.

The trees were a maze of black and dark green. She could hardly see a thing, and she knew that other Changed could lurk here, too, but she had her dagger, and to her, that was at least a glimmer of hope. The moon lit her way, most of the time. She could hear footsteps behind her, but that just pushed her even more. Ahead of her, a young woman vampire suddenly stepped out of the treeline, and made a wild grab at her, fangs bared. Alyssia ducked and slashed out wildly, not hitting her, but surprising her enough that she jumped from her path. She just continued to run, and run, and run.

Even when Alyssia could no longer breathe, she ran. She had to run if she wanted to live. She couldn't stop because she got tired! Unfortunately, she felt her slowing down needlessly, as she weaved in and out of the trees. She didn't look behind her, but she sneezed, and that was all the werewolf needed to tackle her to the floor.

She screamed relentlessly as she kicked and struggled backwards, but the 'wolf held onto her foot tirelessly and she fought and struggled, a smirk plastered all over his face. He thought he had her. she screamed again, struggling backwards, as the female vampire came into view, right by her ear. Alyssia lashed out blindly, and aimed upwards. Her dagger cut into the vampire's throat with ease, and the red blood splattered her like warm milk. She shuddered as the vampire fell against the tree, muttered a 'thank you' and said no more. The werewolf looked over at her for a second, and then lunged for the dagger.

Both of his hands clasped around her small wrist, and she tried to pull away, viciously, for control of the dagger. She kicked at him, doing anything to get away. She could see the crazed look in the wolf's eye, he could smell the blood, and it drove him crazy. No doubt other Changed would know where she was now, and would be coming for her. Just like everything in this blasted world! The werewolf suddenly let go of her wrist with one hand, crushing it with the other, trying to make her let go of the knife. She tried to hold on to it, but screamed as she felt her bones cracking under the pressure, breaking in his grip. Using her free hand, that she had been pushing his chest with, she poked him in the eye, and he withdrew, for a good second. He got angry then, his fingertips extending into claws, his hands growing furry. His teeth also got longer, and wolfish. Alyssia trembled in fear, and pushed out at him again, while his grip crushed her other wrist.

She dropped the blade.

"That's a good girl." He growled at her, using his free hand to touch her hair. She flinched, before kicking out at his crotch area, hitting her target. He pulled back, roaring in pain and anger, letting go of her wrist in the process. She didn't even realize her broken, crushed wrist was there, but she grabbed the dagger with her free hand and plunged the dagger into the werewolf's chest, until only the hilt showed. She pulled it out, a spray of blood splattering down around her as the 'wolf died. She cried out, in pain and fear, fear at what she had done to the two people, and of what her wrist - her broken, mangled wrist - would stop her from doing. She crawled away, backwards, on her hands and knees, hair mixing with the moonlight. She leaned against a tree, lost and alone, no idea where any of her friends were. So she called out in a small voice.

"Leave my friends alone, and take me. It's past time I became acquainted with the new Eris and Blake Barakel."

She knew somebody would hear her. There were always Changed nearby, they could hear, they heard everything. Night watches were the most dangerous, and that was the reason why.

Alyssia held her wrist in her empty hand, after dropping the dagger on the ground, in the dirt, bleached white by the moonlight. It was okay in this light, the moon wouldn't Change her unless it was Red. She was shivering, and her eyesight were blurry as she cried out in pain as she tried to remove the sleeve of her jacket. Her head swam with pain, remembering her dearest little sister's voice picking at the seams of her brain. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she met with them again... And yet, she would. She was asking to. She wished to, in place of her friends. As long as they were safe. Ragged breaths were all she took, as blood from her hand dripped onto the mud. She felt dizzy, sick, alone. There was no hope for her. She'd accepted that. If her friends were okay... Then that was her job done. Maybe she could stop Blake and Eris from harming them and give them a chance... She thought of Jessamine and James, Arrow and Avery... They were her last hope, and they were gone. She hoped. She didn't want them following her. Her brother and sister didn't need her friends. They just wanted her. Like they always had.

Like they always would.

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Darcy, Jessamine & James
(part 1)


Darcy saw a werewolf dashing forward and it didn't take long until other paranormals followed him, attacking on their target. She looked towards Jessamine and James. Tall male vampire was approaching them. "That sleeping guy has to be his target." She caught up with him and nodded. Now she should convince the vampire that she was on their side and the humans that she wanted to help them. Darcy had no idea how to do it yet. "It's acting time..."


Jessamine stumbled backward as they all started to swarm in and Alyssia shoved her on.
"James!" She cried as her path was blocked by two paranormals, Vampires by the looks of them.
Jessamine held her dagger tight. Eying the two.
Her breathing quickening, her body shaking, She was well on her way to a violent panic attack but now was not the time.
Not that it matter....it was going to happen, whether she liked it or not.


James jumped to his feet, sling his backpack over his shoulder and drawing his knife in one fuild motion when Jessamine called his name.
"Jessamine!" He interposed himself betwen the paranormals and her " Run!" He shouted , fliping the knife in his hand , so it was blade down and forward, and readied him self.
His heart rated climbed as things happned. He could feel his heart beat in his ears as he watched the two paranormals. Fear had crept into him, fear that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, his pupiles dialate.
But it also excited him. His hand trembled not with fear , but shear anticipation. Even though killing left a bad taste in his mouth he couldn't denie the rush fighting gave him. "I said run! " he shouted again digging his feet in place ready to dodge or lunge.
'As long as I can by her some time...' He pushed the thought from his mind before it could take root and distract him.


"I leave him to you" Darcy said to vampire. As a sign vampire decided to forget waiting and he attacked on James. Darcy was now behind the vampire and immediately realized that there was a chance to her to let humans know she's on their side. She glanced around her, checking if other paranormals were near. When she was sure only humans could see her, she looked at Jessamine and when their eyes met, without saying a word, only moving her lips, she said "Run". She took a knife in her hand slowly approaching Jessamine.


Jessamine felt a rush of wind as James pushed in front of her.
"Run!" He said as he eyed the two vampires.
"James...I--"Jessamine could feel her throat closing, breathing was becoming difficult.
"I said run!" He ordered and suddenly, the male vampire attacked him, leaving the female to her.
Shaking, Jessamine gripped her dagger, slowly moving back her foot to run.
The two of their eyes locked and the vampire mouthed something...Something that looked like
"Run."

Jessamine could hardly think straight as it was, she just knew she read that wrong.
The vampiress had a knife. she must be wrong.
Her eyes flickered over to James.
She was not about to leave him, he was her only connection to what once was. If she lost him....
Holding her breath, Jessamine darted forward, and barreled into the vampiress, hoping to knock her off her balance so she could atleast get to James.
She refused to live knowing she let him risk his life for her.


Darcy surprised when her target suddenly attacked on her. The attack coming out of no where got her lost her balance and she fell to the ground.
"Oh crap, this is not going as planned..." she tought in her mind.


Jessamine didn't even expect to get the vampiress to even blink much fall to the ground.
Unprepared, she fell on top of the vampiress, scraping her arm against a jagged rock. Wincing, a bit, she clamoured to her feet, stumbling to get her footing, before dashing toward her real target; James' Attacker.
She needed James with her, so long as that was possible, she'd survive. She found herself plunging her dagger right into the Vampire's back, only to get a grunt and a backhand as a reply.
Evidently, she either missed the heart or the mythes weren't true. Either way, she just managed to piss him off.
Her head was snapped to the right, lights dancing madly in her eyes as her body fell hard to the ground.

That did it, Crumpled on the ground, a vicious panic attack had begun.
Gasping for air, she held her hand to her throat, as if an invisible hand was throttling her while she trembled violently.
With tears streaking her face, she tried to calm down but it never worked, she was too afraid...too useless to do anything but be murdered in front of her best friend by two very pissed off vampires.
"I'm sorry, James..." She thought grimly.

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Darcy, Jessamine and James
(part 2)


Jame's heart fell into his boots when he realized what happened. Jessamine had rushed the vampire. She had knocked one down and stabbed the other, only to be backhanded away. James bolted on the male vampire when he was recovering.
With knife in hand his fist crashed against the Vampires face, it was like punching a wall that wasn't built very well. Caught off guard by james the vampire lept back from his attacker , but james was right there with him.
Swinging upwards the tip of the knight caught the vampire in the thigh and raced upward over the groain. Shocked, he tried to evade again , but James second blow was already coming down and there wasn't enough time for him to move.
The knife slid between the callor bones, sinking down into the chest cavity, James had severed the main nerve colum in the vampires left arm and only by sheer luck missed the beings heart.
The vampire recovered his footing and landed a fist in james gut sent him sprawling. Gasping for air james rose to his feet to catch a glimps as the vampire landed another blow. James tried to deflect it but wasn't fast enough and took the brunt of the blow with his face. 'fuck!' he stayed on his feet but his eyes were blury. The vampire struck at him again, going for the throat, but james could see it comming and moved in. The point of the knife found it's way between the vampires ribs before either of them had any real idea of what was happening. The vampires momentum had carried them both to the ground. James was under the corsps panting trying to calm down. He rolled the body off of him the pulling the knife from the wretch's chest. The body convulsed a few times but otherwise didn't move. James didn't either for a second.


It took a while before Darcy even realized what happened. First the woman had attacked on her and next she was on top of her. After that she had attacked on the vampire failing miserably and now she was crying. Darcy come up with the new plan quickly. If they stayed there, the woman would get killed by the vampire. She couldn't help the male human now, she trusted he was good fighter enough to survive on his own. She walked next to the her target and while this was unarmed, Darcy lift her up and walked towards the forest half carrying, half dragging the girl. It wouldn't matter if she tried to escape. That would just seem more believable in case the vampire was one to survive. Besides as a demon Darcy had enough strength to hold one girl back.

When she was away from the vampire and the guy fighting with him, Darcy placed Jessamine to the ground offering her knife to her. "Now stab me as hard as you can and then run for your life."


His mind snapped back into place. 'Jessamine!' He looked around but she wasn't there. Neither was the female demon. "Jessamine!" He shouted. He strung his bow quickly and knocked an arrow seeing two silhouette in the darkness, they were back lit from the little moon light there was. "Jessamine!" He shouted again running twords her. He wouldn't loose her. He wouldn't be the one idle while the one person in this world who made sense was taken away from him.


"Now stab me as hard as you can and run for your life."
Jessamine's eyes were already wide, still gasping, she couldn't verbalize her confusion but it didn't matter. She snatched the knife, stabbed the knife through the girl's arm and stumbed ahead, only to be stopped dead by an arrow that narrowly missed her throat. Dropping to the ground, she gripped the grass and dirt under her.
Get it together.... She repeated to herself, trying as hard as she could but failing.
"Jessamine!
That was enough to get her moving "Ja-" She gasped between shuttered breaths.
She darted for him, collapsed against a tree. Her breathing was labored, her heart racing at an unnatural speed, her shaking grew worse as she slide down the tree and lay in the dirt.


Darcy gritted her teeth as the woman stabbed her arm getting ready for the pain. She watched as her target had troubles to run away. Next thing she realized was an arrow hitting on her left shoulder. "Aarg!" she fell down, gasping from pain. She wouldn't be able to use her left hand for a while. She reached the arrow and pulled it of gritting her teeth again, trying not to shout. "Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!" The arrow was now in her right hand and for a second, she just stayed there, sitting on the group, trying to calm down a bit.

"Jessamine!" The male was shouting, looking for his friend. "So, he did survive, good" Darcy thought in her mind. She rose up and held her bleeding arm, walking slowly towards the girl. "Listen," she said quietly. "I'm not here to kill you. I'm sorry for the rough act" she kneeled next to the girl. "Try to calm down. Look, your friend is still alive and if I was going to kill you I would have done it already." she said in relaxed tone.


Jessamine lay there, she barely heard the girl but it didn't matter, she was will into her panic attack and all she could to ride it out until James arrived.

Tears streamed down Jessamine's face, cleaning her dirt and blood covered skin as it traveled down her temple and into her hair.
"....Not....Kill....Done....Already." Only a few words broke through the panic but all she could do was lie there, rational thought was far from her at this point, as she stared at the girl, with wide panic filled eyes and all she wanted-needed was James.


James halted seeing Jessamine on the ground. " Jess!" He readied his bow and took aim at the female demon who was kneeing beside his love. " Back off!" He loosed an arrow that would strike the demon in the chest if she didn't do something fast.
When Darcy heard the shout she quickly moved further away from Jessamine, avoiding the arrow just in time. ”I'm not going to kill her.”
"Last time I heard that I nearly got killed my self." he knocked another arrow deftly and took aim again, this time aiming where she might jump rather than directly at her.
Darcy walked slowly further away. "I have no reason to kill her. I just had to act a bit. I don't want to be killed myself. And Seth would kill me if he ever hears about this."
"Give me one reason I should even consider trusting you?" He said. ' if I can get her talking maybe she won't be so quick on the jump...'
"I want to help you. I...I still remember my past. I know humans aren't prey...We all were just like you" Darcy answered quietly.
that caught him off guard..."Not helping your case." He said, his arm was getting tired of holding the arrow back.
"Wouldn't it be good to have someone inside? I work for Seth and Lillith. I can try to find out their plans. I want to help you." she was determined. This was why she was here.
He let his arm relax a little , lowering the tip of the arrow. " I'm listening..." He said keeping the arrow only a hairs breath away from his target.
He had delt with enough people in his life to know that when someone offered something to good to be true , it usually was. Though he had no idea who Seth or Lillith were.
She sighed quietly for relief when she saw the arrow going at least a little lower. "As I said I remember my past. I want to help you to survive. It's why I'm here. Humans don't deserve to die. I want to earn your trust. This might not be the best way to do it, but it was only way to get close to you."
"Because waking someone up is always the best way to get someone to listen... let alone how you woke us up. " He said moving closer to Jessamine, She was still having issues. 'just breath Jess...' he willed calmness to her. He knew it wasn't going to help, but he had other things to worry about that posed a much more imminent issues to deal with. " Why us and not some other group ?" He prodded, taking a knee beside Jess.
Darcy sat down on the ground. "You can kill me, if you don't believe me. My life doesn't mean anything to me. And answer to your question...You're only group I have heard of."


Jessamine's heard James' voice and her eyes went wide. She scurried to her feet and behind him.
"He's here, everything's alright." She told herself, as her shaking subsided.
"She-She...I think....she's...telling the truth." Jessamine managed, between ragged breaths. "She....could have....ki- but she didn't...She told me to run. I think she is trying to help."


He lowered his bow the rest of the way. He trusted Jess, even though the hair on the back of his neck stated otherwise sometimes: this being one of those times, he tried to relax a little.
" Fine , I guess we can figure this out later...we have to get the others someplace safe before we can talk again. You deal with your people and I'll deal with mine, fair?" He asked feeling exposed , out in the open like this. 'I'll make sure to keep something to kill you with on hand...' He made that mental note as his eyes bore holes into hers, not in a mean way, just a ' I'm watching you...closely.' way.


Darcy nodded. "We can do this your way. Maybe that helps you to trust me at least slightly."

Suddenly she collapsed to the ground. She had seen it. Darcy was gasping, her whole body was shaking. ”Why? Why now? I'm not asleep.” She had seen one of those dreams of hers. Dreams that were too realistic to be just dreams. She had seen the blonde girl running away and then....”She surrendered?”

She looked at the humans. ”F-find...your...fr-friend...” She could barely talk. Then everything went black. She went unconscious.