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Artemus Marinos

"Please just cut to the chase. I don't have time for the extra."

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a character in “Blood of the Covenant”, as played by veve

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"Could you say what you just said, except cut all the bullshit?"




The Basics




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Full Name: Artemus Marinos (This is not his name, but a name he picked for himself.)
Nicknames and Aliases: Over the centuries Artemus has had many aliases, but is not currently referred to as anything other than Artemus.
Gender: Male
Age: He is 1,572 years of age though he looks like he is in his late 20s.
Ethnicity/Race: Greecian
Sexual Orientation: He has no preferences.
Species: Vampire
Occupation: Head Sentry - Prelate




What's on the Outside




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Hair Color: He tends to dye his hair black or brown though he does enjoy his natural dirty blonde hair color.
Height:6 foot 1 inch
Weight: 176 lbs
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Scars: There are numerous scars on his back and chest from his past as a slave.
Description: Standing at a tall six foot one, Artemus is an incredibly handsome man. With an athletic build, stubble, and his usual short haircut, Artemus has the aura of a soldier, which he is. When he doesn’t have stubble, he will usually sport a short beard or a goatee and moustache combination. His very masculine body is one that rarely goes unnoticed by men and women alike. He normally wears a loose fitting v-neck and jeans to allow him to move easily.




What's on the Inside




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Personality:
{polite, quiet, short fuse}
Artemus is a very quiet man. He doesn’t find it all that necessary to carry on long conversations. To him, talk is a fickle thing, and actions are what defines a person.
Though he doesn’t talk much, he is not a depressing person to be around. Artemus smiles and waves a people like a normal man would do. Most of the times, he merely does this to be polite. He would be perfectly fine to have a constant blank face, but this is apparently very weird.
Artemus has an explosive temper. Though he tries to avoid stressful situations, he gets upset very quickly. When he knows he’s getting pissed, he’ll do his best to remove himself from the situation and go somewhere to blow off some steam. He finds that exercising or fighting make his temper recede the quickest.
Hobbies:
- Sparring
- Reading
- Exercising
Habits:
- Sometimes he’ll completely zone out and stare into space. This usually happens when he’s involved in a drawn out conversation.
- He fiddles when he hasn’t moved in a while. It’s very rare that he’s seen sitting still.
- Artemus loves to people watch. It’s amusing to him.
Oddities:
- He’s addicted to gum. It’s tasty, and it keeps him moving (well, his jaws at least).
- He winces every time people touch his back, that is, if they don’t catch a reflex. It’s from all the beatings he took to his back.
- He just might be addicted to athletic drinks (like Gatorade). The taste is great.
Likes/Loves:
  • Gum
  • Books
  • Gym equipment
  • Gatorade
  • Battle
Dislikes/Hates:
  • Lots of talking
  • Rude people
  • Lazy People
  • Drunk People
  • Hot dogs (How could anyone eat them?!)




What's Done Is Done




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Biography
Place Of Origin: Ancient Greece
Birth Date: unknown day in 442 AD
History:
Ikaros was born to Frona and Damon at the worst possible time. Frona had fallen ill and was on the verge of death. The stress of childbirth killed her, leaving Damon to raise the child for himself. Being a poor man, Damon didn’t have much of a choice as far as providing food for himself and his son, so he picked up any work he could like thievery and sometimes, even murder. This didn’t matter much to Damon considering he and his son were living in comfort.
Despite his the fact that his father made a living using some questionable means, Ikaros lived as a normal child and grew up into a respectable young man. He worked as a merchant and fell in love with a beautiful woman named Agape. They lived together in Athens and raised two children, Sophos and Rhea. Unfortunately, this blissful life was short-lived.
Damon got word to Ikaros that he’d gotten a request to kill a man that turned out to be a member of a clan of assassins, and he needed to take his family and leave. Heeding his father’s warning, Ikaros took his family and left, living wherever someone would take them in. They did this for months.
One night, when Ikaros and his family stopped at a shepherd’s home to stay the night, some members on the assassin’s clan came in and killed everyone except for Ikaros. They made him watch as his family and the shepherd’s family were slaughtered. Afterwards they beat him almost to death and set the house on fire.
Luckily, a nomadic vampire named Felix happened to be attracted by the smell of blood and saw the destruction. After pulling Ikaros from the fire, Felix decided not to kill him. There had to be some story that explained this, and Felix was too curious. Felix turned Ikaros after taking most of the blood he had left. After Ikaros had recovered enough, he told Felix what happened. Felix, intrigued by Ikaros, stayed with him for a few months, teaching him how to survive and teaching him a few tricks Felix had learned like attack strategies.
A year or so later, Felix and Ikaros decided to find Damon to possibly get assistance in taking down the clan. When they found him, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with destroying the clan, perfectly satisfied with running for the rest of his life. Even when Ikaros told his father what they did to his family, Damon denied helping them. In a fit of rage, Ikaros attacked is father, but was restrained by Felix. Ikaros stormed out, leaving his father in shock.
Deciding he was tired of waiting, Ikaros went to where the clan was known to be based and slaughtered many of them. By the time Felix arrived, Ikaros was kneeling in a pool of blood, breathing heavily, eyes a deep crimson color. Felix dragged Ikaros out of there cursing him for doing something so rash and child-like. They quickly left and moved to a new area.
The duo travelled together for centuries, creating their own small group of companions that were all experienced in different areas. One vampire in particular, Eira, was a Viking woman that had seen a lot of battle in her time. As they travelled, the two grew closer, first as teacher and student then as lovers. Once again, Ikaros had fallen in love, and he swore he wouldn’t lose this one.
As time continued to wear on, the group grew into a small coven and settled down in Constantinople. Two centuries later in 860 AD, the city was attacked by Vikings, and so was the coven. Unfortunately, a Viking coven was also involved in the attack.
The night of the attack, the Vikings seized control of the coven, but did not touch Eira. As it turns out, she was a double agent for the Vikings. Though everyone else in their small coven, including Felix was killed, Eira begged for Ikaros to be spared. Heeding her request, the leader of her coven spared him, but only on the condition that he was made into one of their slaves. She accepted, and Ikaros was taken along, but had to watch again as everyone he cared about was killed and burned.
Ikaros served as a slave in that coven for over three centuries, devising a way to leave, hiding the hate and contempt he held for Eira and her coven. He watched as they feasted and celebrated as they raked in the spoils from other covens they destroyed like his own. He watched as the coven grew decadent and weak. When he finally got a chance, he led a revolt with his fellow slaves against the coven. In triumph, the slaves burned the bodies of their former vampire masters and dumped their bodies into the nearest body of water.
As Ikaros looked over the water, he thought about his previous coven and Eira. As he mourned his losses, he decided he would change his name. Keeping his Greecian roots, he renamed himself Artemus Marinos (Artemus meaning “gift from Artemis” and Marinos meaning “of the sea”).
For about six centuries, Artemus traveled around the world, fighting in multiple wars honing his skills in battle. He grew to be a combat machine, finding many people willing to teach him as long as he masqueraded as a soldier. Not to mention that the consistent death around him made it easy for him to feed.
Around the year 1860, Artemus found himself in America, a country on the brink of a civil war. He found a man names Grant and vowed he’d follow him in war as long as he trained him. Every night he was trained in using their weapons, and he fought in every battle. After the end of the war, Artemus travelled to other parts of America taking jobs as a killer for hire and doing fights for money in the underground. He did this for a very long time, acquiring a sizeable fortune in the process, but he’d grown tired of his lifestyle.
A few years ago, Artemus came across Blood Bath and Caius. Now he’s Caius’s head sentry.
Happiest Memory: The birth of his two children, Sophos and Rhea.
Saddest Memory:Watching his family be slaughtered and smelling their bodies burn.




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So begins...

Artemus Marinos's Story

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Posted on top of Blood Bath, Artemus surveyed the area like a king would his kingdom. The area had become all too familiar to him with the faint smell of industrial smoke in the air mixed with a heavy dose of exhaust. Though the air wasn’t the most pleasant, it had become comforting to him over the years. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes, letting his other senses continue to observe his surroundings. His hands rested on his knees while he was perched in the shadows on the edge of the building. His brain registered several different smells of cologne, perfume and natural bodily aromas, none that seemed unfamiliar. Pretty much an experienced crowd was here tonight.

Artemus, peered down as there was a scent he wasn’t used to. He saw a young girl, a human, wandering near the building. His body tensed up slightly with anticipation as he monitored her actions. He watched as she cautiously walked near the entrance of the club and watched as a few people came to and from the door. The girl’s actions were slightly suspicious until Artemus fully registered what was going on. Her smell and the anxious look on her face put him at ease, as well as the nervous breath she took before attempting to enter. Her actions were timid, not suspicious. She wasn’t a threat, just an unsuspecting human.

Artemus sighed and shook his head. This was certainly an abnormal occurrence, but not a threat. His body began to, involuntarily, become tense. It’d been a while since he’d even had to escort someone out the club, much less fight. There wasn’t anything interesting going on outside the club tonight. The tense feeling started to bother him, so maybe it was time for a change of scene, a minute to stretch his legs. Artemus hopped off his perch, shook out the slight stiffness in his legs, and looked at his watch. It was about time for him to make rounds anyway. He strode over to the nearest exit and went down to the next level.

As Artemus perused the rooms, he began to feel nostalgic, the rooms adorning many things he remembered from his past. He climbed down the levels, simultaneously crawling through his memories. It’s for this reason, Artemus first took a liking to Caius. He appreciated the ancient ways as well as the newer ways. He hid his current emotional state behind a polite smile as he passed by other regulars, vampire and human alike that smiled and waved at him. He didn’t bother speaking, the smile and the fact that he was still walking briskly conveyed that he was only passing through. The ones that knew him knew this much.
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Descending to the lower floors, the level of noise grew louder. The more crowded rooms tended to be the rooms dedicated to the more recent decades. In one room, he caught sight of many familiar faces, but Artemus wasn’t much in the mood of conversing. He strolled through the room, once again plastering a slight smile as he observed people. In this room, there were many more feeding vampires that’d been swept away in the influence brought on by the decade the room was themed for. Remembering that he’d have to feed soon, Artemus exited. He swiftly took a look at the remaining rooms and climbed back to one of the upper floors. Some of the more reserved blood slaves stayed there, admiring the rooms along with the vampires. Besides, he preferred to feed in the beautiful architecture from his time than the bustle of more modern rooms.

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She was being followed.

As Lyndi traversed through the rooms. One smell stayed constant, wafting about her from a distance. It was Caius' cowering little creature, tailing her from afar. One thing that those in the Coven would soon learn about her: She didn't like being followed. The viking sighed heavily as she walked mindlessly, clearly leading the girl around. She didn't bother trying to lose her in the crowds, though she seemed to have done so anyways. For no particular reason, the vampire followed the scent and made her way towards the source. She kept herself hidden, pressed against the wall as she blended with the shadows. She couldn't blame Caius for not trusting her. She wasn't an easy person to trust. Perhaps seeing and leaving his blacked out little human in a hallway would further his distrust. But, the little whelp wasn't her responsibility to care for. She stared at her for a moment and a half before retreating back to the room where she first saw Leo. He wasn't there, of course.

Shaking her head at herself, she moved to a dark corner of the room and sat down in silence with her head down, meditating. A voice familiar rung in her ears but she didn't move until Caius sat. Her head moved upward slowly until her piercing, icy blue eyes were gazing deep into his red ones. She hated talking about herself. But it wasn't as though Caius couldn't find out from Leo. That was assuming that Caius knew Leotychides was her Maker. She crinkled her nose in slight annoyance before rolling her eyes, placing her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand. Splaying her fingers across her cheek, she gave a nod. “My name is Satt Óg Samlyndi. I'd tell you my hometown but I don't have one. I was a Shield Maiden in my human life. I was a mercenary and an assassin. As I'm sure you're aware, I've carried my occupation on over into my undead life as well.”

She paused a moment to wave over a waitress carrying a platter of wine and blood. She grabbed one of the smooth, wooden mugs that smelled heavily of O-negative blood and honey mead. A sip of it hit the spot and she closed her eyes, her chest growing warm as the thickish liquid poured down her throat. Setting down the large mug, she looked around. She was reminded of the Renaissance days. She couldn't help but to smile just a tad, exposing both of her fangs. “I was young when my Maker turned me. Not yet in my twentieth year. I was in a Coven of three others; A Spartan Prince, my Maker, and two brothers. One a former Roman architect and the other a former procurator. I was turned after my seven human brothers turned on me and attempted to murder me. They were my first meal.” She held a somewhat dangerous smirk on her face now, as if proud of killing her brothers. It was obvious that she held no regret for the act even after so many centuries. It was even more obvious that she did not take betrayal lightly.

“I was with my three men for many centuries. We were great friends, them and I. However, our time was cut short. Yet another betrayal by the one I trusted most. My Maker chose a piece of ass over me. And the others. He met some woman – Perhaps you'd heard of her; She had a reputation. She was the original Jezebel. Went about seducing men and getting them to kill prostitutes for her. Leo was pining so bad for some pussy that he slaughtered nearly every prostitute in London to get up her skirt. I told him to stop it. That wasn't who he was. We fought. He put hands on me. I left. The Domitianus brothers had left before me but I found out that they later went back after Leo to try and reason with him. They underestimated Jezebel's age and power. All three were killed. Or... I assumed that.”

Her expression was sharper now, eyes narrowed dangerously as she leaned over the table. “But it seems like my Maker is under your employment. Otherwise, there's no way you would have found me.” If anyone could track her with relative ease, it would be Leo. Her gaze softened as she leaned back some. “He betrayed me. He hurt me. He let me believe for nearly an entire century and a half that he had been dead. Our former Doyen and Regent are dead because of him. He's known where I was. Knowing him, he's been stalking me. I hope you realize that I have every reason in the fucking world to turn you down and laugh in your face.” Her well arched brows perked slightly as she gave a soft chuckle, nonchalant in tone. She truly did have every reason to say no. She knew that her Maker was certainly in a position of power here. It'd be an insult to him if he wasn't. The idea of working for him was both comforting and repulsing.

“But... I will admit that this is a unique opportunity. Your Coven is quite revered, as is yourself. Though your Regent is so highly spoken of as yourself.” She gave a small giggle at this. Caius' progeny didn't much carry a good reputation around with him. She knew already from what she had heard and seen herself that she didn't like him. She'd make no promises of respecting him. Nor would she make any such promise that she wasn't going to, at some point, kick his sniveling little ass. He deserved it and he hadn't even spoken to her yet. “You've certainly got a nice collection of vampires here. Your humans, however, leave something to be desired. I understand a desire to attract customers of many kinds, but don't you think that it's safe to leave the trash outside, where it belongs?” She adopted a more casual stance and tone now, leaning back in her chair and sipping on her drink as she prepared to lay out her terms.

“Whatever you've got prepared for me, I must reiterate that I will not take orders from babies. Considering that your Regent is still a child himself in nearly every sense of the word, I fear what sort of irresponsible fucks you've placed as your Prelates.” She gave a shudder that was half mocking and half serious. “By babies, I do mean anyone who's younger than a thousand and five hundred years in age. Nor will I take orders from your Regent. If I don't like your Prelates, I won't take orders from them. I would instead take orders directly from you. I cannot and will not guarantee that I won't hit people. Hard. I do not tolerate disrespect, especially from humans and fledglings. Any disrespect will be met swiftly with punishment. ... And. The next time you want to know something about me, just ask. Don't send your human puppies to follow me.”





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The Prince watched as Leandra moved towards the clothes, turning his head eventually even though she was hidden behind a partition. He could hear her heart pounding from the nerves, bringing the slightest of smirks to his face. However, her reappearance in the beautiful dress had his expression fall into one of awe. His mouth was left agape and his eyes vitreous as memories of older, better times flooded into his mind. For a few moments, in his eyes, Leandra had transformed into Lyndi and he could not help the wide smile from spreading across his face. His fangs were near to sliding out until her voice broke through his oneirism and brought him back to reality,

“Hmm? Oh, Giselle, eh? That's quite a classic.” A classic it was. Again, he couldn't help but to adopt an expression of reverie. The Moirai were toying with him, those witches. Bringing to him this woman that was almost a doppelganger of his Lyndi; They shared platinum locks and angelic visage, they lived to perform, and they were both met by him as young and wonder-eyed women who had yet to see the true colors of the world. Giselle, he remembered fondly. It was among Lyndi's favorite ballets. She had choreographed the original, his talented little vixen. Carlotta Grisi had been intended for the role but Lyndi wasn't going to have that. After all the work she had put into the original production, staying up even into the hours of daylight to guide the amateurs involved to help create her first masterpiece.

Lyndi broke Carlotta's legs to keep her from performing and need only to glare at the understudy. It was the last time he and his progeny had truly gotten along. Jezebel walked into his life a mere forty and some-odd years later. He hadn't noticed the darkening of his expression at first but eventually felt that his brow had begun to furrow. The charismatic liaison gave a nod of approval as he stood. “No worries – We have an entire room, much larger than all the others, dedicated to ballets. I'm sure that our maestro can play whatever your heart desires. Simply let him know what piece.” He moved towards the door at the back, passing through and maneuvering his way through the narrow passages. There were many doors on either side and eventually a staircase. The doors all had either the letters “A”, “B”, “C”, or “D” on them, marking them as either dressing rooms, feeding rooms, backstage, or entries to the main rooms.

After traversing up a set of stairs to the second floor and another set to the third floor, he lead his ward to a door marked with “D – Atticus”, indicating that it lead to the backstage area for the designated Elegant Room. The Elegant Room was the strictest room of all, almost a club within the club. It had its own dress code and emulated a concert hall. The folks that attended the performances there were of the sophisticated type and could be quite harsh critics. Most of them, like Lyndi and so many other vampires, were responsible for quite a few of the performances given and music played. Some thought it quite vain for the masters to want to witness their work over and over again. Leo could understand it. It was their intangible progeny, their art. He had confidence that Leandra would bring justice to her performance and please the crowd.

However, he soon had to depart. As soon as they were backstage he informed her that she would have to wait for the current dancer to finish her solo before going on. “Give it five minutes before going on. Give the crowd time to warm down from Swan Lake, catch your breath, and let the maestro know what you'll be performing. If you're as good as I hope then you just might make it into next month's productions; We do a new one every three nights. I'll be watching from the crowd.” He placed a kiss on her forehead for luck before disappearing after indicating to her where she should enter from. However, he had other plans that involved more than simply watching. As he made his way towards the patrons he noticed that most of the ones that could be viewed from the stage had already finished feeding and were simply enjoying the performance now. He offered a nod before pulling out his cell phone and texted the other Prelate, his friend and fellow Greecian, Artemus. **D-Atticus. Front row. And bring a snack with you.**





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Artemus reached one of his favorite rooms on the entire club. It was themed to remind its visitors of ancient Greece, adorned with intricate friezes in the walls along with sculptures and majestic columns. He took in a deep breath and sighed. He felt that if he were to relax anywhere besides his place, it would be here, where he felt most like himself. Deciding to take a short break, Artemus sat on the floor and leaned his head back. Slowly, his fangs elongated as he relaxed and closed his eyes. Small memories began to float through his mind, but he removed himself from this frame of mind before he got swept away by the ghosts of his past.

Once again opening his eyes, Artemus scanned the room. He took notice of many familiar faces giving them small nods of acknowledgement as they smiled and greeted him. None suck around for conversation though; most of these vamps knew enough about Artemus to know that he wasn’t a man for conversation.

Before long a human woman came and sat in front of him, gazing at his face. She was a blood slave that had often been his meal for the day, and she’d grown to know him. The human, Naomi, was a tall, dark haired woman that looked as if she’d belonged in Greece in a previous life. This was the main reason Artemus chose her when he needed to feed, and besides, her blood was incredibly delicious. Artemus’s eyes reddened as he thought about biting and finally feeding.

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Noticing his eyes, Naomi moved to his side and ran her, somewhat long, fingernails over his stubble, beckoning him. Artemus stared at her neck, watching her veins jump rhythmically with the beat of her heart. He could smell her blood, feel it going down his throat. Gripping the back of her neck, he pulled her closer to him. Artemus inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. As he exhaled, his fangs brushed over her skin, causing her to shiver. He opened his mouth and prepared to sink his fangs in her when his phone suddenly vibrated.

He sighed as he retracted his fangs. The unexpected interruption forced him to give it his attention,so he let go of Naomi and pulled the phone out his back pocket. The screen illuminated with a “New Message” notification. I hope this is important. Artemus opened the message. Leotychides, a fellow prelate, Greccian, and one of the few people Artemus considered a friend, had sent him a text message. **D-Atticus. Front row. And bring a snack with you.** Artemus smiled slightly. This room was another room Artemus enjoyed. Though he was no performer, he did enjoy a good show. He stood up, offering a hand to the slightly confused Naomi. As he pulled her up he quickly responded to the text, On my way. He looked to Naomi, who still looked at him with questioning eyes. “Accompany me to a show?” Naomi nodded, though Artemus had already begun leading her to the room.

Upon arriving, Artemus found many vamps and blood slaves awaiting the show, admiring the room. The room was, essentially an elegant theatre for dance performances, namely ballet. Gliding past the crowd, Artemus reached the front row. He gestured to a seat for Naomi and sat in the one beside it. He crossed his legs, and offered Naomi his arm. She gently took it, leaning slightly on him while she watched the others in the room. Artemus however watched the stage awaiting what was sure to be a great performance.

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Leandra smiled at Leo's words. "Hmm? Oh, Giselle, eh? That's quite a classic." She knew that her choice was considered classical - a vast majority of the ballets she had danced were. Giselle was the story of a young girl named Giselle who falls in love with a man who is already betrothed to someone else. He finds himself in a point where he realizes he only has a short while to basically have any fun with other women, and meets Giselle. She falls so in love with him. At the end of Act 1, it is revelaed that he is to be married to someone else, and the poor girl dies of a broken heart. Regardless of the morbidity, it was a fun ballet to dance in. A large amount of the ballets she had danced were morbid, but this - in her mind, at least - was the one that was less morbid than most.

Leandra watched as Leo's expression became dark, only briefly. But before she really had a chance to register it in her head, he was standing, speaking as he did so. "No worries – We have an entire room, much larger than all the others, dedicated to ballets. I'm sure that our maestro can play whatever your heart desires. Simply let him know what piece." Leandra followed him through the door behind the couch, as they wound their way through back halls and up various staircases. Her mind was wandering as they made their way to their final destination.

'I wonder if just one variation from Act 1 will do...' she thought. She was a bit nervous that maybe it wouldn't be enough, but she figured she could do more if the need arose. There were plenty of parts available that were not normally danced as variations.

Eventually, they came to a door that lead through to a mid-sized backstage area of a much larger and grand stage. Leandra was immediately met by the sounds of Swan Lake, and her nerves evaporated almost entirely. She immediately felt back in her element, backstage at a show, waiting to go on. She was dying to get a feel for this crowd. But just as quickly as they had arrived backstage, Leo was announcing his departure.

"Give it five minutes before going on. Give the crowd time to warm down from Swan Lake, catch your breath, and let the maestro know what you'll be performing. If you're as good as I hope then you just might make it into next month's productions; We do a new one every three nights. I'll be watching from the crowd."

He kissed her forehead lightly, before disappearing out a side door. Leandra had little time to react to the gesture, but smiled at his words. He seemed to believe in her, and she figured that was half of the battle. The young woman made her way to the stage right legs, where Leo had previously indicated she should enter from. Her fingers absentmindedly made their way to her labaret piercing, twisting the small silver ball around one time. She rolled her shoulders back, and took in some air.

The sound of the roar of applause from the audience broke her from her slight daze. The ballerina on stage had just finished her solo, and was taking her curtsy. The young woman fluttered off the stage, and Leandra offered her a word of congratulations. The other girl only silently smiled, before disappearing to a changing room backstage.

Leandra's attention was turned back toward the stage. She could see some of the front row from where she stood. Her stage director at Juilliard had always told her that if she could see anyone in the audience, than they could see her. She couldn't bring herself to care too much at that moment, though. Her eyes were searching for one person in particular, and when she found him, she smiled. Leo was sitting in the front row, and was soon joined by a man and a woman who appeared to be together.

A tap on her shoulder startled her slightly, and she turned to see who had touched her. The male behind her offered her an apologetic look, before speaking. "Which variation will you be performing?" She answered him, and then hummed the beginning part of the tune for reference.

He spoke into the headset that he wore, asking "Did you get that?" He paused only a moment before offering her a thumbs up. "What name should they introduce you by?"

"Leandra Gates."

And with that, the male disappeared back off to the main wings where he had come from. Leandra turned back to the stage as a baritone voice rang out over the speakers. The murmur from the audience died down as he spoke.

"A special performance, aside from our regularly scheduled repertoire. Leandra Gates, performing a variation from Act 1 of Giselle." The audience was quiet, house lights having been dimmed. They were waiting, and she could feel the electricity that seemed to sit heavy in the air.

Breath in. Breath out. The stage lights came up, and the violins began to play.

Almost as if on their own, her feet began to move. She entered the stage, a rush of adrenaline behind her ever move. She aimed for the center of the stage for her opening curtsy, as the violins began to taper slightly, indicating their approach to the next section. She planted her first arabesque, full of strength masked in grace, before making her way to upstage left.

Her feet had a mind of their own, going through the motions of the dance as if by some outside force. In reality, it was the many times she had performed all making their way out through her. A majority of the dances she had been in were second nature to her. This was no different.

Confidence bled from the young woman, her smile bright and playful. Her expression seemed to hide a bit of mischievous intention, something to almost tease the audience with. Her movement was strong - the suggestion of power lay in every move she made. But the traditional grace of ballet - a watery, airy, light movement - was at the forefront. Always.

'Arabesque. Penché.' She sang the steps out in her head to the tune of the song. 'Piqué. Piroutté in attitude.' The dance progressed, and she made her way back to upstage left, taking hold of the sides of her skirt as the music began to change slightly. She began her balloné en pointe as the tune hopped along with her. She gestured with her hands, indicating the obvious ease to her movement - and yet the movement was anything but easy, something any seasoned ballet audience member would know. The mischievous glint in her eye was back again, hidden behind the smile she so outwardly offered the audience. If she were to lead them on, she was going to do it well. She wanted them around her finger. She needed them to love this.

And just as the movement came to an end, she was already prepping for the finale to this variation. She prepped herself for a moment, and began her turn sequence, around the stage in a circle of whirling skirts - one, two, three, four, five, six, up through twelve - before ending right where she started, linking everything together with a few quick chaînés, before her final deep curtsy.

She stood gracefully a moment or two after her final movement, her skirts finally settling themselves. The audience was applauding, and she offered them an arm movement, a gesture of gratitude, before exiting.

She stood a moment backstage, her back to the place she had just come from, a huge smile on her face. The audience was still clapping, and she turned back to the stage, letting out air she didn't realize she had been holding in, before gliding back on stage for her rèvèrence. She offered a deep curtsy to the maestro, who nodded his head back to her in acceptance. And then she turned to the audience, gesturing to all of them, before offering a long, deep curtsy.

Leandra's eyes turned up to them as she began her curtsy, searching the audience for facial expressions, something she had always liked to cherish after a performance. She found the seat Leo had been seated in, and she glanced between him and his companions quickly. Her eyes met with Leo's, searching almost as if for approval. She wanted to see how he had reacted. She needed to know. Her rèvèrence finished, and she turned to exit the stage, stopping just before the threshold, turning to look back at Leo and his companions.

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Artemus closed his eyes concentrating on setting his hunger aside. He could feel his fangs attempt to elongate, but he quickly held them in place as a voice came over the speakers.

"A special performance, aside from our regularly scheduled repertoire. Leandra Gates, performing a variation from Act 1 of Giselle."

He smiled at the name of the familiar piece. Through the years, Artemus had seen Giselle performed many times and had enjoyed all of them. His eyelids slowly opened as the lighting changed and the light sounds of violins began to play. Leandra, as the announcer had introduced her, fluttered onto the stage. Immediately, he recognized her as the lost young lady he’d seen outside the club. So this is why she came?

Artemus shrugged off the thought; it didn’t matter. She danced gracefully across the stage, taking slow, light steps as she bent and twirled. Her dress seemed to make her look more and more like a beautiful flower, dancing in the wind during springtime. It fluttered along with her as she spun and spun. The show was amazing and he couldn’t take his eyes away. She mesmerized him along with everyone else in the room, seducing them with her graceful movements.

Finally she stopped and curtsied deeply. The entire room erupted in cheers and applause, rewarding her for the majestic spectacle she’d provided. Artemus smiled and cheered, but he slowly became aware of his hunger once again. As she appeared once again he continued clapping, but his eyes darted to her neck. Even from here he could feel her heartbeat. His thirst flared up fiercely, driving him to look away.

Naomi rubbed her hands along his back, which was now turned away from her. She read his actions and was offering him a meal again. Quickly he turned back, facing the stage to see the woman looking at Leo, the friend that initially invited him. When she looked away, Artemus directed his eyes back to Naomi, surprised to see that she’d moved her hair away from her neck again.

He eyed her smooth skin, feeling her heartbeat. His fangs quickly elongated, prepared for the meal to come. Grasping the side of her neck, Artemus pulled her close and sunk his fangs into her. She gasped as her blood rushed out, filling his mouth. He drank from her long and deep, feeling himself calm down and his thirst begin to recede. She placed her arms around his shoulders for support as a bit of wooziness crept upon her. Noting her actions, he placed a hand on the small of her back to keep her in place.

Once he was sated, he retracted his fangs and licked up the blood from the wound. Naomi gazed at him with glassy eyes and leaned on him, weak from the feeding. “Sorry.” Artemus really hated that he needed so much blood to just be sated enough not to be starving. It took a toll on the people he fed from, which is why he rarely fed from only one person. Between two people, it’d be much less of a burden, but Naomi could take it.

Artemus sat back and looked towards Leo, thinking back to the text. Bring a snack. What need was there for him to bring someone here with him? It was strange to say the least.

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Leandra felt her chest move as she deeply exhaled, all the pent up stress finally free, off to some other place to dissolve. She had paused at the threshold to the edge of the stage, the sound of the audience clapping slowly fading into the back of her mind. She had looked over her shoulder, her breath almost bated - for what, she didn't know.

And she felt in a moment as if her eyes had betrayed her. She had looked at Leo, searched his eyes for something. But instead her gaze was drawn instinctively away from his face toward where his companion sat. The male and the female.

Something wasn't right.

It was as if in that instant a hard kick hit her from the inside. Her breath sucked in rapidly, pupils dilated.

Something wasn't right.

The couples position together was uncomfortable, awkward. And yet there was this familiarity about it. But the girl seemed faint. Support was offered to her.

Something wasn't right.

The gesture of the couple together would have seemed obscene at first, if there wasn't something obviously off about it. But what was it? And then the question was answered before it could even have the chance to be voiced. The male pulled away. Blood. Teeth.

Something wasn't right.

And it was as if the answer were already there. Unspoken. Hanging about her like a fly to a lantern. Her movement took her off stage, but not before her eyes could betray her. Not before she gave one last look to Leo.

Her hand raised to her mouth as she half-stumbled into the backstage area, alone - another dancer was making her way across the stage to the other side of the backstage opposite of her via the backstage runner. Her dance would start, and Leandra would be unable to pay it any attention. Her mind was racing.

What exactly was going on? She couldn't seem to come to any sort of sane answer. There were little pieces that didn't seem to fit this situation? She felt like she knew the answer, but couldn't bring herself to admit to anything.

She couldn't say the word, or else it would mean that it was real. That she wasn't imagining things. That her mind, and every bit of reality she assumed existed, had been a lie this whole time. Her whole life... Everything. What else didn't she know?

She tried almost to deny the scene in her head, but it played back with more ferocity each time. A sound she had never heard herself make before seemed to bubble up from inside of the depths of her being. She bit down on one of her knuckles, to deny the sound exit and existence.

What was she going to do?

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Artemus walked out the building taking a deep breath, allowing the cool evening air caress his lungs. He loved simple things like this, the smell of the air right after sunset. After all, appreciating the little things was how one got past living for so long. Make everything special and appreciate that you can indulge in them.

Dressed in an Under Armor long-sleeved shirt and athletic pants with a duffle bag on his back, he jogged across the street to a tree and climbed it. Perching himself on a branch near the top, Artemus though back to the events of the previous day. The look on that poor girl’s face came to mind. She couldn’t have been aware of what was going on, and he was the sight that broke her into this world. He felt a tiny bit bad about it. She was so unprepared.

Shaking off the thought and resolving to make amends to her when he encountered her, Artemus jumped from tree to rooftop, running, leaping, and climbing until he’d reached the club. However, instead of immediately going in, he hung back. There were two humans scouting the club. He snuck as close as he could without alarming them. He wouldn’t get too close. Just enough to watch them.

He kept watching as darkness spread and they approached the building. Artemus bounded to the roof, changed into some more suitable clothing, and continued to track the duo.

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Scotty seemed nice but tense. He looked like the kind of person who was having a hard time in life. Claudia knowing how life was she knew that she had a hard time also. But she wasn't wanting to think about herself. The chewing seemed to stop and she was sure damn grateful for that. "Do you feel like someone is watching us?" She asked not in a worried tone but just in a question-like-conversation-question.

Claudia had an irky feeling and she did not appreciate it one bit. She thought it was creepy but as they were walking someone said something to Scotty and it made her a tad angry that she was so rude. She decided to say something since it was making her cranky. "Why don't you move FUCKFACE!!!" She was a tad angry and heard the response from Scotty. "Good one! That was not nice of her at all."

Claudia walked around looking at people as they walked past or people were busy with someone or other. Claudia was a very good listener and listened as people spoke about this girl or this person it was all very interesting. She turned to Scotty who now said something which she missed. "Pardon?" Claudia listened as he seemed to say something else. "Sure why not?" Claudia began to walk and looked through the crowds she sort of walked through not saying excuse me or anything it wasn't in her type of character to say or do something like that. "Who should we talk to?"

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Artemus made a sweep of the room, continuing to track the pair as well as taking in all of the current activities that continued in his presence. He took in account every vampire and human in the room, blending into the crowd. As the duo moved Artemus observed them from afar, patiently waiting for them to see the simple truth laid out before them.

When Ada barreled through the crowd, Artemus had to restrain himself, making sure he did not draw attention to himself. With Leo in the room, he was assured she wouldn’t get very far. There was no way he’d accept her being insolent tonight, especially with all the things he had on his plate. A second later Ada was subdued, as he expected. Glancing toward the bar, Artemus was slightly surprised to see James only watching Ada being handled by Leo. He thought that he’d at east try to get Leo to ease his grip, but he stayed in his place. Artemus knew he forced himself to stay put, but what was holding James back? Soon enough his question was answered.

The new vampire, whose name he couldn’t remember, took the stage. She sang so beautifully, and her presence was immense. She had to be an older vampire like himself to give off that kind of vibe. He smiled to himself as it was not a common sight to see an older vampire in this setting. Nonetheless, he listened to the song, taking note of Leo’s hasty retreat. As it ended, he lapped along with all the other patrons.

Once again, Artemus watched the duo. He stood, floating closer to them. Since the show was over, a few vamps began to feed after they’d waited for the show to end. He watched as the man, witnessed a pair of women flirt, kiss, and eventually feed from each other. The look that crossed his face instantly let Artemus know that it was time to intervene.

Ada attempted to distract the two from the ongoing feasts surrounding them. He had to move quickly. Even more commotion seemed to stir as female vamp savagely dug into a human. Damn it. Artemus coolly walked up to the duo, attempting to distract the female while Ada grabbed the man. In the back of his mind, Artemus knew he'd have to wipe their memories, so why not have a bit of fun first?

“Yes why don’t we have a few drinks, after all,” Artemus lightly gave the woman’s hand a kiss, allowing his accent to wrap around her, and continued, “it would be a crime for me not to offer a lady as gorgeous as you a drink.”

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James winced slightly at the small nip Lyndi had made. He watched as she tasted his blood, licking up the bead of blood. Only once before had anyone else tasted his blood, and that was Kiera. Memories flooded back with several images of intimate encounters and lots of biting on her part, but James forced the images out of his mind. Those were for another time.

"You taste divine."

James snapped back just in time to hear Lyndi's comment. He flashed his smile at her as she kissed his hand. She's good. He followed her gaze to see Artemus and Ada getting a hold of two humans that obviously didn't belong. Their demeanor suggested that they were either spies or law enforcement, most likely the latter. As Lyndi took a sip of her drink, James held her hand. So many questions were burning inside him, but he knew he had to take care of this tactfully. No one likes to be asked loads of questions at once; it makes people feel like they're being interrogated.

"Your voice was incredible, chérie. And the song was beautiful as well, but I must ask, why that one?"

“Mmm. Because I wrote that song many years ago. It was never supposed to hit circuit but... Things happened.” She heaved a sigh as she reminisced about the eighties, a faint smile on her face. There was once upon a time when she would take a break from working for anyone and she would instead submerge herself into the music and art culture, scouting talent to influence. It was her goal for centuries to leave her legacy behind in forms art. She didn't care if nobody ever knew her name -- Though she knew plenty enough Vampires were aware of her talent and the treasures she had given the world. “If I told you how many songs I've written, how many classics I've choreographed, how many paintings I've got hanging about... It'd surprise you.”

She set down her drink and tilted her head to the side before glancing to Ada and then back to James. “You seem rather... Torn. I could make myself scarce if you're still hung up on your human. I can see the worry for her in your eyes...” There was a genuinely innocent, almost hurt, tone to her voice as she shrugged but still held onto his hand, her thumb absently stroking the top of his hand gently.

James sighed looking over at Ada. He definitely needed to talk some things over with her, but he hadn't come up with the words he needed to say. He knew he cared deeply for her, but he also knew his presence wasn't exactly the best for her. Having a boyfriend who could easily outlive you and even kill you at a whim didn't seem like a smart option to choose. She'd probably curse at him, telling him he had no idea what was best for her and tell him how dumb his thoughts were. He chuckled lightly at the thought...however, he did know what loving a vamp could do to a human. It hurt to think about it.

James gazed at Lyndi, and put his other hand on top of hers. He didn't have any intention of letting Lyndi go easily, but it seemed that he wasn't the only one torn. He thought back to the way she looked at the Indian man that was now dancing in a way that could almost be described as frantic not too far off. "I do worry for her, but I know she is a strong woman. I will have to take some time to figure out what she needs, but I don't intend to let you leave me when you're in the same boat as me. What about him, your large friend over there?" James looked behind her towards her companion. "You seem to have a human attachment as well that's even more deeply rooted than my own, ange."

She gave what would easily be pegged as a condescending smirk with a roll of her eyes. “Oh, elskan mín... You're in a one-man ship.” There was a soft laugh bubbling past her lips as she glanced at Cheveyo. “Your attachment to your blood-bag is one formed out of love.” She seemed to almost vomit out the word, showing the typical repulsion that Vampires so often do with the thought of loving a human. “Cheveyo... hmm. Well.” She turned her gaze to meet his, a dubious gleam in her eyes. “Have you ever tried to take away the favored toy of a pit bull?” Her brow lifted just a tad. “He might be human, but he's proved that he will die for me. He is a rather dear friend and possibly my first progeny... But I don't love people.”

She was scowling a bit now, gripping her glass a bit harder until it was near shattering. Her gaze became a glare as she narrowed her eyes. “I especially don't love humans. It ends well for no one. They're only a weakness. You're young... But the lesson is inevitably learned over and over again. There is no room for love in this sort of afterlife.”

James sighed pulling the glass from her grasp. if she broke it, the glass would be in her hands, and that would be pretty bad. He then gathered both her hands in his lifting them to his lips."Oh Lyndi...you've been hurt haven't you? That kind of reaction only comes from a heart that has been betrayed many times over and has become accustomed to sadness. I know that loving humans may be a mistake, but I can accept that. I think that love is worth some failures. Besides, forever without love seems pretty lonely. It'd be nice to have a light in all the darkness, cheré."

“For someone to hurt me, I'd have to care about them. After I was Changed, I stopped giving a shit about anyone.” She gave a shrug and pulled her hands from his as it became obvious from the tone of her voice that James was treading into dangerous waters. She was certainly in perfect control of her emotions, the true calmness of her inside not even coming close to matching the feigned irritation and hidden hurt in her expression. “That's what flashlights and fire are for. Love is not worth betrayal and it's not worth heartbreak. Why take the chance of loving someone that will hurt you? Short-term gain, long-term loss... I don't do that bullshit.” She scoffed softly as she stood from her seat and shook her head. “You don't need love to not be lonely. Look at me -- I've got no love for anyone and no one has love for me. And I've been living it up since before your time.”

James looked at her, obviously sad with her response. He knew that he'd crossed a line, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Silently cursing at himself, he looked down at his hands. Now it was beyond obvious how hardened Lyndi was, and there was so much behind her that he yearned to know.

"You do love. You do have a light in all your darkness. It's the art, personified love." He sat up running his hand through his hair. "I know you think it's worthless, the love, the heartbreak. I can promise you though, it is worth it. Being there for someone...knowing that you are their light is worth anything the world can throw at you. You should ask your friend. I'm sure he knows."

She turned her back to him now, a bored expression on her face as she withheld a sigh. She hated 'love' speeches. They weren't the least bit entertaining. However, she quickly resumed her sad look, tears welling up in her eyes as she turned her head. “That's thinking that gets you killed in this world. We are the darkness. We have no room for light.” A shrug of her shoulders as she looked out at Cheveyo brought along a sad smile as well. “I know how he feels. And he knows that it's unrequited. I told you -- I don't love anyone. My capacity for love died when I did.”

"Maybe I can make you think differently one day."

James knew that she'd already withdrawn herself, but that was fine. Eventually, he'd change her mind, but lectures weren't going to do the trick. Actions speak louder than words to someone like her. So back to the fun stuff. He jumped over the counter, leaving the other bartender to the rest of the customers and faced Lyndi. "Until then..." James wrapped an arm around her waist. "We still have this week, don't we ange? I promised to make it as entertaining for you as possible, and I intend to keep it." James took her hands, kissing both of them. He now understood what he was working with and knew he couldn't get to her with the tiny amount of knowledge he had now. He needed another perspective for someone with as many years as she had. Maybe Artemus would be up for a tiny chat sometime, though he knew he would be the one talking.

“...” Lyndi watched him with careful eyes, allowing him to hold her close, giving the air a vulnerable woman trying to be strong. With Ada so near it made her way to break into tears and hold James close just to rub it in the breather's face. However, that wasn't her angle. Instead, she shrugged softly. “Fólk sem elskar mig á endanum dauður.” The language rolled from her tongue in a soft, near-whisper as she turned and walked away from him, Cheveyo's eyes following her as she disappeared into the crowd.

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He realized after he'd spoken how absolutely stupid he probably appeared to her. Scotty seemed to fall back a peg mentally, suddenly becoming far more calm and a bit more self conscious than he liked being. "No, I just..." he began, hoping he'd be able to explain himself, be able to convince her that he actually wasn't as crazy as he sometimes made himself out to be. Deep down, however, he knew there was nothing he could say or do to convince her otherwise, for if the girl who believed in vampires didn't believe him, he had a bit of a problem.

"...just my eyes playing tricks on me. He spoke softly, defeat in his voice. No, they couldn't quit then. It would go against everything he knew, everything he had been taught. Even if some crazy, vampire-wannabes owned this club, he had an obligation. Scotty started to turn away then, hoping to resume their search, but then he heard a voice behind him. He had assumed at first that she was speaking to someone else, not him. But there she was -- inches away and smiling in his direction. The girl.

"O-oh..." he started, following her without protest as she grabbed his wrist and tugged. Scotty looked for just a moment over his shoulder to see Claudia being spoken to by a well-built man. He took a seat at the bar without protest, trying to push the events that had just transpired from his mind. "Hey, look, um...what happened earlier? Not, like, when you pushed into me or anything. I mean afterwards. With that guy."

Ada had no chance to reply, for then Scotty's attention was caught by the massacre only a few yards away. When the attacker looked up with blood on her face, he almost fainted. Not because blood made him uneasy, but because he simply couldn't deal with all of this tonight. But at least now Claudia couldn't call him insane. He had to get out. But something about the man with Claudia unnerved him. He turned to look at the bartender, and he was met with the hard gaze of two hungry-looking, red eyes. More and more people seemed to watch him, and in that moment, he seemed to realize that he couldn't just leave either.

"I...I have to use the bathroom," he said softly. "I'm feeling pretty nauseous...have to clear my head." Before she could argue, he was up, and he nearly tripped over his barstool. Twice, Nevertheless, he managed to half-run, half-walk to the bathroom where he flipped out his dinosaur of a flip-phone and began to write a text to the headquarters.

Look into club at edge of town. Weird things. Assault. Vampires??

It didn't have to be a complete thought. It was enough to have them dispatch a few agents or at least enough to come pick up Claudia and Scotty and see the blood bath for themselves. He didn't get to send it. In that moment, another man walked into the bathroom, obviously of Scandinavian descent.

"You shouldn't be here," Eret snarled, moving towards Scotty as the human shoved his cell phone into his pocket. Scotty opened his mouth to speak, raising his hands in self defense. Everything went black before Scotty could even throw a punch.




Jacob was already on alert when Artemus brought the girl back towards the bar he was working. A drink was already 'roofied' and set on the bar when Artemus either led or dragged the woman over. If she didn't order a drink herself, either vampire would be completely capable of shoving the pre-made drink down her throat. Either way, she had to be removed from the club, and unconsciously seemed to be the best route.

The Southerner simply looked on as she passed out soon after the man left the room, Eret in pursuit. What a shame, he mused sarcastically to himself. It would have been nice to have a change in diet.




They would wake on the sidewalk, dazed and unable to remember what had occurred the previous night. Stripped of quite a few belongings by the scum of the streets, Scotty would search frantically for his flip phone, and he would find it. No one even wanted to steal a flip phone it would seem.

Eret had thought to check all messages in his inbox and outbox, but the message in question would still be in Scotty's drafts. The agent will look through his messages for some hint towards the events of the night before, but he will only find the enigmatic draft and a pair of small, circular cuts on his neck, crusted with dried blood.

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Claudia looked at him. The guy was a bit crazy.But then again she was also. She smiled at him. Hoping to get the tension gone. But then it was never gone. Ever. This was crazy. She believed in vampires and this guy here, now believed too. And she was telling him that they weren't. Wait. That's not what she was saying. She looked at him and watched him carefully. He spoke and she decided to interrupt. "Wait, Listen, I shouldn't have said what I said." She normally didn't say she was sorry. And she wasn't saying that now. She was just simply. Telling him.

"Let's go come on." She was about to leave when she saw a girl pull him to the bar. She waved at him and smiled. Suddenly a man walked over to her. He was flirty with her most definetly. She let her hand fall to her leather pants that had a gun in a gun holder. She let her grip go and smiled at him.

She had a feeling he was a vampire but she might as well have some fun with him. "Sure I would love, to have a drink." She went with him to the bar and sat down watching as Scotty went to the bathroom. She ordered a drink with the man and smiled. "I will have whatever you are having. So where's the accent from." She watched the door from the corner of her eye where she hadn't seen her friend return yet.

"Exscuse me I am going to go find my friend." She left the building after noticing what had happened. She walked outside to see Scotty on the street. It looked like he was unconcious. She didn't see anyone around so she quickly dragged him to the car that was down the street.

She pulled him to the car and put him in the back. "Scotty wake up." She looked on his neck and saw the bite marks on his neck. "I KNEW IT!" She smiled big and then knew what that meant. She searched him and saw that he must have lost his keys. She grabbed a bobby pin out of her hair and picked the engine.

She drove out of there quickly and parked near a store. She locked all the doors from the inside after climbing out and ran into the store. Went to the bathroom grabbed some paper towels. Damped it with water and ran back to the car. Grabbed the bent bobby pin and unlocked the front door. Locking it again. She sat back on the floor beside him and damped his neck and his head.

She hoped he would wake up. She leaned down to hear his heart. And she could hear it thumping luckily. She was really worried about him because even though they didn't know each other well she still wanted them to be friends.