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Angiluzza Maniscalco

"Non costringermi a ucciderti..."

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a character in “Blood which Binds”, as played by Vix


The Forebearers Enforcer



-Angel, Nina, Vani (Vah-Nee). Each are a shortening of her name.
-Enigma Simply because she is one.
-Bibiana del Rosario Her current alias - At least to the general public outside of her Coven.
-Divinia Doriano, Sabrina Chamale, Rebekah Howards. Each of these are past aliases.


December 21st, 1170 (Human Birth)
December 21st, 1190 (ReBirth)

O positive is her favorite. She hates O negative, preferring to starve until something better arrives over it.

Place of Origin
Palermo, Sicily, Italy

-Killing Fallen Vampires "They do not deserve this life."
-Being underestimated "I love the surprised look on people's faces when I exceed their expectations."
-Canines "Ah, such beautiful and loyal animals. Wolves, Foxes, Dogs...I love them all."
-Blood "Is this not a given...?"
-Singing "It...soothes me."
-Candy "I don't get cavities or toothaches..."
-Classical Music "Its beautiful and is without meaningless lyrics."
-Metallica "They seem to have a song to fit my every mood."
-Nicholas "He is my oldest friend and he gave me all that I have. He keeps me sane."
-Freerunning/Parkour "It helps me think about my problems and its a great workout."
-Martial Arts "It is graceful and powerful requiring focus and discipline. It is beautiful."
-Dancing "I had always wanted to learn how to dance. To exhibit such grace and beauty. Its a great way of silent expression and a good stress reliever."
-Studying "This life allows me to study endlessly on everything that I could ever want to. I never thought I'd be an educated woman...But here I am."
-Parties "I like to call them...buffets."
-Nature "Nature is beautiful, powerful, kind, unpredictable, and ruthless. I marvel at it."

-Helena's Coven "A 'family' of sick and twisted fucks...With a single exception. He doesn't belong with them.."
-Felines "I just don't like cats and cats don't like me. I'm very much a dog person."
-Failure "I don't like disappointing Nicholas or the others."
-Eva "I won't allow her to steal him from me."
-The letter 'F' "I just don't..."
-Not being properly fed "It makes me...a bad person with poor judgment skills. It brings out the nasty in me..."
-Not being able to splurge on real food "I'm limited to a blood-only diet. Watching humans eat a variety of things...I wish to taste a medium rare steak. Sweets are as close as it gets for me."
-Overly arrogant people "Your ego will be your downfall."
-People who insist that they are artistically inclined - But far from it "When a person claims to be a true artist in one way or another or to be a patron of the arts, I am inclined to keep them company. But when they turn out ignorant of talent and knowledge, I get irate for wasting my time for bullshit."
-Being figured out "To be figured out is to be defeated. They call me Enigma for a reason."
-Water "Anything above my waist is...not acceptable."
-Thunder "Its loud..."
-Cheap alcohol "I won't lie - I'm spoiled."
-Smelly people "I have a very sensitive nose."

-Water/Drowning "Its funny because I can't drown."
-Thunder Its so loud...I suppose it just brings up bad memories."
-Failing her Coven "Because of my failure, my first family is dead. And again, two of my coven family is dead because of my failure. I cannot fail again."
-Living the rest of eternity without being loved "Its been over eight hundred years already. My first millennium will be here before I know it..."
-Being incapable of intimacy "I've never tried. I just...I'm afraid."
-Dying a true death "Watching the world and the people inhabiting it evolve is so fascinating...I want to watch more."
-Her secrets being found out "..."

-She's addicted to the blood of potheads.
-She sometimes sits out in moonlight in the forest. Especially when it's snowing. It reminds her of when she first woke and saw her maker.
-When feeding alone, she encourages the person she's feeding on to make a run for it to satisfy her killer instinct, though she's never killed anyone during this practice.
-She forgot how to swim.

Angiluzza is a tad difficult to describe, so I'll try my best to sum her up. Enigma headstrong; never afraid of a challenge; Her greatest weakness is that even when she knows she should back down, she won't. She refuses to go down without a fight. She will always stand up for something that she is passionate about and is very protective of her Coven members, willing to risk her life for them even if it would cost her own life. She is one to take advantage of each and every opportunity presented to her, often getting frustrated with things that she can't accomplish.

When it comes to having her way if she can't get it straightforward, she will resort to mind games and if that fails, she's not afraid to use her body - Either by seduction or pure force. She's a gorgeous woman and she knows it. She does not mind in the least using manipulation and seduction to get her things that cannot be acquired through intimidation or simple request. She generally tends to be very subtle about her seduction, knowing very well that its a delicate art and that being too aggressive can send her prey scurrying away with a bad taste in their mouth. This skill is often what she uses to gain a willing donor for blood, disliking having to drink from baggies too much.

When around the Coven, she likes to keep to herself and is very subtle in her actions and words. She can often be found simply dancing around the home or in her room playing her piano. She's not the type to watch television, having lost interest in it decades ago. Every now and again, she can be seen writing in a journal that is very worn and tattered on the outside. Whenever asked what she's writing, she will simply reply with a cant of the head, a light smile, and a resounding "Hm?" before walking away. She doesn't speak much unless she truly enjoys the conversation, but even then she seems as though she's in very deep thought about something important. Adding on to her air of mystery is the way she watches people. She doesn't just watch them, she studies. Sometimes it might feel almost like she's hunting them. She's just watching their body language, learning to read them. She's listening to the way that they talk and watching the way that they act and react. She knows how to get into someone's head.

She doesn't like to let many people in on her personal life. Often times that she leaves into the forest, she won't say where she went or she'll lie about it. She does very much care for her Coven, but she grew up virtually alone and old habits die hard. She enjoys the time spent alone and has stated to those who are nosy that what she does in her spare time alone is none of their concern until it endangers the Coven - Which it never has. Whenever she can (which is quite often), she finds herself at some sort of party - Be it beach, house, or a crazy pothead party in the forest. She's always there. She may not be much for the current dance styles, but she's picked up enough of it to look cool at a party. She enjoys exhibiting her dance skills to audiences for those who are willing to watch and sees it as a free, all you can eat buffet.

She will often times speak Italian more than she does English and not bother to translate what she has said. She will often smile as if she knows something that the other does not after speaking, which has resulted in offending them. The humans, to be more precise. Though, she hasn't shown any sign of really caring. Those who have been in the Coven long enough will notice that she's often never really...around. Visibly, that is. She will often pop up unexpectedly with something to say before dancing away. This behavior has often been described as 'Fae-like'.

History (Under Construction)
Angiluzza Giuvannina Maniscalco was born in Palermo, Sicily. Her parents were not wealthy by any means. She fought for everything and toughened up at a young age. Her parents were killed during a pillaging when she was seven years old and she managed to get away, running as far as she could into the woods until she passed out in the snow. She was eventually picked up by a gang of bandits to serve them. Growing up among bandits made her tougher than she already was, enduring years of rape, beatings, and verbal abuse. She taught herself to be proficient with a dagger so that she might defend herself as well as with bow and arrow to hunt when it was demanded of her. Some months before she turned eighteen years old, she decided to stand up for herself against the leader of the bandits – She was told once that if she ever wanted to be free, she'd have to fight for it. She saw herself as ready and challenged him. She might have won if weapons would have been allowed - But she was to fight using only her body. She was malnourished and wasn't exactly a good fighter besides street brawling which consisted heavily of blind punches, biting, and stabbing. She was left for dead after her beating, not seen as worth keeping around any longer.

She didn't die – She refused. She spent three months in recovery and was soon out on her own again. She refused to live among towns, instead spent her time stealing what she could from whoever could afford it. Though she did prefer to hunt her own game. She became a proficient hunter and was far healthier than she ever had been in her life as far as she could remember, a silent and deadly killer that never missed her mark. She distinctly remembers even to this day that on her birthday, she had just killed a bear that she had been stalking when she was rendered unconscious. When she awoke, a man who later identified himself as Nicholas Garner was standing over her, welcoming her to life as something much greater than what she had been before. She eventually felt thankful rather than terrified or upset, because life as a human had been extremely hard on her. With her new Coven, she eventually would have a 'family' that would always look out for her and all she saw around her was an endless supply of easy food. After she had regained her ability to think straight, she didn't ask him to teach her to hunt. She instead tried to go on a killing spree – Her target: Her former bandit gang. He stopped her and told her that wasn't their way. She was confused, but she owed him her life so she conceded and decided to do it his way. After learning from him, she would travel with him for a while and become part of his Coven, but she was taking advantage of her forever years by doing what she never had the chance to do: Learning. Anything and everything, she would learn. As each decade passed, she acquired more and more knowledge, seeming to care a lot about music and martial arts. She would, however, always gravitate back to her family, having sworn to never abandon them.

Anything Else
Pianist and Dancer
As a child, she never had access to instruments, but she always enjoyed music in all forms. Some years after being 'reborn', she took advantage of the opportunity presented and began training. She only practiced ballet, belly dancing, and latin dances, though. She didn't have much taste for the following modern developments of dance. She spent twenty years on dance and then spent twenty more on becoming a pianist.

Martial Artist (Taekwondo and Southern Shaolin Kung Fu)
Angiluzza wanted to be an enforcer for her Coven, but knew that her brawling and Archery wouldn't do much good in fights against other Vampires. She wanted to become a Professional fighter and knew that to be among the elite, it was a must. She spent thirty-four years learning to fight, moving around to various countries to do so. Once she had deemed herself ready, she presented herself to her Coven Leader, demonstrating her combat abilities. Her second motive behind learning Martial Arts was so that she would always be able to stand at least a fighting chance in combat without use of weapons, often shuddering in remembrance of that day she had lost that fight.

When at a younger age, as mentioned, she didn't have the best of time living with the bandits that had gotten a hold of her. During her pre-teen years, she entered the typical rebellious stage and was punished accordingly. One such punishment was waterboarding. Over the months that she was exposed to that horrendous activity, she developed a deep-seated pathological fear of water. She won't go into water that goes above her waist. She eventually forgot how to swim some years after being turned.

The loud clap of thunder ignites memories of rude awakenings that would have lead to her early rise for chores and 'duties', servicing those who demanded. It also reminds her of those few months spent curled up on the floors of caves, unable to sleep during thunderstorms because she knew she would have to defend herself against any wild animal or person that came along looking for shelter. The sound of thunder will often send her into violent/depressing mood swings.

The members of her Coven are the family that she never got to have. Even the humans. The mere thought of one of them being in danger is enough to spike her temper. She rarely ever shows any hint of hostility even when sparring - But when in battle with a Fallen or defending a family member, its then that her nasty side comes out. She doesn't quite know how to handle anger, and as mentioned before she needs to burn off the energy that comes with it which results in her taking off or entering a violent, blind rage.

Slow Learner and Perfectionist
As noted above, she took up learning a few skills. But she was slow to finally master them. While it may some people five or seven years to master something, or less even, she took anywhere between ten and forty years before deeming herself perfect in her skills. When in training, she refuses to present her progress to any but her mentor(s). Though once she's got it, she's got it.

Random Facts
-She rejected Derek when she was first changed, even hauling off and throwing a knife at his head.
-She grew up with an intense hatred and distrust for men.
-Derek was the first man she trusted. Besides her father.
-She taught Annabelle to read and fight.
-She helped teach Lucan how to fight and hunt.

So begins...

Angiluzza Maniscalco's Story


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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides
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“Zitta, piccola, e piegare le mani. Il sole ha impostato, la luna è alta, il mare canta per le sabbie, e poesie di veglia sono ingannato. Per molti una ninna nanna fata. Zitto, bambino --- il mio bambino! Sogno, piccolo, e nei tuoi sogni, levitare da questo luogo umile. Galleggiante su mellow, flussi di nebbia. Per terre dove abita solitario Maria mite, e lasciare che il suo bacio la tua faccia poco. Tu bambino --- il mio bambino! Dormi, piccola, e prendi il tuo riposo. E angeli chini su di te, dormire dolcemente sul petto che Padre che il nostro caro Cristo ha riconciliato. Ma non stare lì! Torna da me! Oh, bambino --- il mio bambino!” Two miles away from the home that the Forebearers lived, deep in the forest, a soft singing voice mingled with the pit pit pat of a soft drizzle.

A woman was lying on the damp ground, blue eyes staring up into the velvety sky. The forest was so quiet and so still around her as her thick accent rolled past her lips and pierced the otherwise quiet night. Angiluzza had strayed off earlier that night and had officially been gone for three hours. Not that anyone would miss her or even know that she was gone. Nobody ever knew where she was even if she was standing in a corner right behind them. Sighing, she bit down on her bottom lip, letting her fangs extend and pierce the supple flesh. She wasn't hungry. Her fingers were itching to dance across the beautiful ebony and ivory keys of her piano. She longed to be in the darkness of her room, letting music fill her to her core. “And so it shall be.” The Sicilian muttered to herself before rising from the ground. Waves of ebony and milk chocolate tumbled down her back, down, down, down to her knees. She didn't bother dusting off as she took off towards her...home.

Home was still such a...foreign word to her.

The home came into view and she glanced up, blinking at it slowly as though she had never been there before. She walked on the tips of her pedicured toes, up the steps and to the door. It came open with the gentlest push, swinging open slowly. The lights were off and she didn't turn them on as she walked bare foot through the shadows, eyes forward. To her room she went, her body clothed only by a large t-shirt that made clear her love for the band called Metallica. Her room was just as silent as the forest, filled with the scent of apple cinnamon; it was her favorite. She was greeted by a wall of the scent causing her to pause and close her eyes, letting it consume her. It mingled with the scent of her own body and earth. The mocha colored flesh of her body was pocked with earth and leaves that hadn't dislodged during her run, causing her to smell stronger of earth than usual. But she didn't mind. She grew up on the scents of earth and rain.

She left her door open, walking past her large bookshelf, running her fingers along the spines of the thick books. Journals, they were. Memoirs of her life. There were two missing that Eva was reading at the time. If the woman remembered correctly, Eva was around year eighty-five. That was when Angiluzza had left to Mount Song in the Henan province of China to learn Shaolin Kung Fu. She smiled in remembering at how long it took her to persuade the monks to take her on as a pupil. Thirty-four years she spent there to learn. She was so proud to return home and exhibit her skill. But she still would not present herself as an Enforcer until she learned at least one another fighting style. Eva would be getting to that part next.

Finished with reminiscing, she moved over to the grand piano that was smack in the center of her massive bedroom. Manicured fingertips trailed down the keys before she took a seat. While Angel was a patron of the arts and very much a lover of classic music from the Post Romantic era and the Renaissance era, she couldn't have helped but to have gotten into some of the music from the decades past. Metallica and Avenged Sevenfold had to be her favorites since the '90s. Slowly. So slowly at first did her fingers dance across the keys, delicately playing out Nothing Else Matters. It was by far her favorite song. Well. Perhaps Orion beat that song. Or Loverman. She couldn't decide. She admired and envied the guitar skills displayed by Kirk Hammett and the vocals by James Hetfield. She played with growing passion as the music played in her head and she imagined playing alongside them. Piano, of course.


Dmitri's fingers were dancing across the strings of his guitar. Something Helena had given to him once upon a time when she was in a strangely good mood. Those moods were very disturbing to the blonde haired man. Alone in his room he sat, the lights all off. He wanted to be left alone in the dark as usual. Dmitri hated it when people came into his room. Dmitri hated it when people spoke to him. Dmitri hated it when people so much as looked at him. Dmitri hated people in general. Except for Kaleigh. His fingers stopped for a while as he thought about her. That beautiful, flawless smile. Those flowing, fiery locks. And those eyes. He got lost in them every time he looked into them. He loved Kaleigh even though he tried to make it not so obvious. He couldn't begin to imagine the terrible things that they'd do if they found out.

He shuddered at the thought. He would always pray that if Helena ever found out, Helena would have enough care for her favored pet that she would keep Kaleigh alive. Should Helena kill Kaleigh...Dmitri wouldn't be able to bare it. He would have to kill himself without fail. But that wouldn't happen. He and Kaleigh were going to run away! He didn't know when or where, but it would come to pass one day. And that day couldn't come soon enough for him. He dreamed of the day that he could run away with her. Of when they would have their own home away from any vampires. They would live happily ever after.

But what a dream it was.

When Helena's voice pierced the evening air, Dmitri cringed. She sounded like she was in a good mood. Great. He sighed and wondered what the hell she wanted him for. She never fed from him. Always from Kaleigh. She probably wanted to bitch at him again for whatever reason she could think. She did that a lot.

He let go of his guitar and rose as slowly as he possibly could, dragging his feet out of his room. He didn't want to see Helena's face. She was so beautiful, but she was so corrupt and cruel that it made his stomach turn. His hand wiped down his face as he groaned under his breath, making his way towards the living room where her voice had emanated from. He still could not figure out what the hell she wanted with him. Possibly to clean the house. He was stuck with chores a lot. Apparently vampires were far too privileged to clean up after themselves.


Adonis had a great day. He had gone out on the town and spent the whole day at the movie theater. Or at least most of the day. He got kicked out for yelling at people and then starting a fight. Pfft! The damn old geezer shouldn't have been laughing so loud. Adam Sandler wasn't even that funny. After that, he went out to eat at Olive Garden. Alone. And then he went to the arcade. Alone. He did a lot of things alone. He refused to conform to his family's night life schedule. All the good things happened during the day. So he ended up doing everything by himself unless he could persuade Eva to tag along. But that hadn't happened today.

As he walked home with hands shoved in his pockets, he wondered what she did all day. Probably stared at Derek the whole time. He shook his head as he headed down the beaten path to the luxurious cabin that they called home. For now. They moved quite a bit from place to place. He did like the lifestyle that he was living now. Fancy homes, food in his mouth whenever he wanted, hot women, and money? Fuck. Yes. He grinned to himself before skidding to a halt. He heard a twig snap and went rigid. “Wh-” He was about to ask who was there. But he figured that would be pretty stupid. Instead, he ran. His suspicions were confirmed by the sound of multiple feet pounding the ground behind him. He didn't look back at all and instead just kept going. The house was just a little bit farther. If he could just make it...He'd be home free!

There! Right there! He was almost there and all he had to do was let his family handle the people chasing him. They could use crazy vampire powers. Or whatever. He was great and almost made it to the door. Almost. He attempted to leap up all of the steps at once and tripped, falling flat on his face. It wasn't too long that the feet stopped and he felt hands all over him, dragging him down the stairs. Paranoia took over him and immediately in his mind, he was sure that the members of the gang he was previously in had found him and were going to kill him. Voices of men filled the air around him and his vision went blurry as fists and feet pounded into his body. He cried out and writhed as he felt more pain in his left arm. Great! His arm was probably broken.

I'm going to die. That's it. I'm going to die. They found me. They've probably found Evangeline and mother, too. They probably killed them. At least I will be with them at last.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Annabelle Jefferson Character Portrait: Isaac Warren Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Jasper Roberts
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Thud, thud, thud It was amazing to think that Annabelle Jefferson had forever at her finger tips... and she found entertainment in throwing a rubber ball at the ceiling of her bedroom. It was all purely educational of course; despite the fact that the vampire had increased reactions, she was choosing to be slow and not to really pay attention. In her head, Annie was trying to work out how hard a human would need to throw the ball for it to go through the ceiling she was hitting it at. She knew that she could, if she wanted to, achieve that goal without trying, but it was much more fun to work with hypothisis you didn't plan on getting the answers to. Annie would probably ask Adonis or Jasper to complete the expierment for her... when she felt like it.

It may have seemed strange to an outsider; watching the blonde throwing a ball and catching again like a child; however Annie liked to keep busy and set herself nice, silly, little tasks to do. It stopped her from thinking about serious stuff; something she'd had far too much of her life time. Finally, the blonde caught the small rubber ball and threw it at the laundry basket, aiming with a perfect accuracy. 'And that... is why i'm a genius' She spoke aloud, smiling to herself as she stared over at her laptop. She needed to write a blog entry soon; otherwise she would lose readers. Not that she cared. She'd lived this long without worrying about her popularity, why should she start now? It wasn't like it had that many readers anyway...

It was then that the blonde heard a loud shout coming from outside; at lightening speed she stood up, staring out of her window to see what the cause of the commotion was. She saw Adonis; being surrounding by a gang of men. Before she had time to react however; Annie saw a man walk in the fray, causing all the other men to flee. Annie's knuckled clenched on the window seal; It was Isaac. That man would get himself killed one day... she didn't want that to happen. She knew that was being stupid, Isaac was a vampire after all and could look after himself, but she was just so protective of him. She'd put it down to the fact he reminded her of Mathew and the two were basically joined at the hip. But just recently, She'd felt herself grow closer to him... like there was something more. After the her past, this thought scared her. She couldn't let herself become that weak to a man again... love makes you weak. She thought to herself; shaking off her train of thought almost instantly.

Then, Annie grabbed a grey cardigan that complimented her outfit and made her way downstairs, hoping to catch Isaac before he wondered off; she found him just walking back into the building. She stood directly in front of him, blocking his path, 'You could have got yourself hurt out there you know.' She said coolly. She had chosen this approach wisely; shouting at him would have given away the fact that she had been worried sick about him for that split second he was out there alone. 'Never go into a fight with back up, especially when you don't really know who the opponent is, do you understand?' She finished fiercly. She wanted him to understand that she was stupid; she never wanted him to cotton onto the fact she was worried.


Jasper had been watching TV; there seemed something better than watching the high lights of the 20/20 world cricket series circa 2001. Oh the joys of living in a house full of vampires. That had been on Jasper's favorite seasons, he'd sat there religous blocking out everything else; including a social life just to watch. He smiled as he remember how Robyn used to nag him to get things down and instead he'd trapped her on the sofa to watch most of the game. She hadn't had as much of a passion for it as he had. She'd watch it, but Jasper got the feeling never truely understood it. He gave a small smile of sadness, oh Robyn, why aren't you here... with me? She'd have loved it here; it was the house that dreams were made of her, except the fact that there were blood sucking creatures everywhere you looked. Granted, they were nice enough people; didn't mean to see they couldn't kill you if they had the chance....

Jasper stood up and smothed down his shrt; he was hungry and it was time to eat; he knew he was the only one that used the kitchen well... used it properly. He was a self confessed god in the kitchen; even some of the vampires, namely Angel, enjoyed his cooking. She'd probably be along soon; once she'd smelt the food. She often sat and watched him cook, sometimes in complete silence. That was unnerving to the male; but he knew she was judging him, watching his every move. Quite a lot of the vampires did that; Jasper had noticed, he had gotten used to it.

It was then that Jasper's thought turned to Eva; should he make her dinner? No doubt she'd be hungry by now. He make a little more and save it for her; they had to stick together right? Sometimes she was genuinely the only thing that kept him sane. That and the thought of getting vegence on the bastard that killed Robyn...


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Annabelle Jefferson Character Portrait: Isaac Warren Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo Character Portrait: Jasper Roberts
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Dmitri glanced over at Kaleigh as they were instructed to head into the basement. He resisted pulling his face into a deep scowl. What the hell had he done now and what did it have to do with Kaleigh? He shuffled behind Kaleigh, pulling up the hood on the jacket that he usually wore and shoved his hands into his pockets. Helena was probably just on another one of her episodes. Dmitri despised it when she decided to go mental out of nowhere and then take it out on either him or Kaleigh. Though he preferred that it be taken out on him.

He took his sweet time going down the steps into the basement, keeping his head low. Without his guitar or blueprints to occupy his thoughts, he couldn't help but to keep his mind from drifting off into thoughts on how he might escape and return to kill each and every one of them as well as how he would kill them. His latest idea involved looking for a group of vampires that Lucan called the Forebearers. Helena hated it when Lucan talked about them so Dmitri didn't know too much about them. But he did know that they were different from the Fallen. In a good way.

I'll start with Roxanne. That stupid bitch will never see it coming. She's not a fighter, either. Its been a while since I've fought. But I'll train and then I'll cut her head off. Then...Then I'll kill Oliver. He's such a hypocritical bastard. I'd be doing him a favor. And then Kristof. Fucking prick – I'd make sure to kill him as brutally as I possibly can manage. Could I draw and quarter him? No. He'd probably be stronger than four horses. I'll think of something. Lock him in a room and starve him to death. And Helena...I could chop her head off and burn her body. Or starve her, too. Let Kristof's body rot a little and throw her in the same room. His rotting body will be the last thing she ever sees and my laughter the last thing she ever hears.

He smirked to himself as he imagined rather vivid images of each and every one of the deaths he had planned in fast forward. He almost missed what Helena had ordered. Glancing around at her toys, he scowled before flopping into and slouching in the chair. Roxanne thought she had an attitude about following Helena's orders. She really had nothing on Dmitri's foul attitude. Dmitri kept his gaze down until Helena's next words reached his ears. His jaw tightened as he tried his very best to re-imagine more ways to kill Helena. Things that were more fucked up than what he had already come up with. He turned his head to the side out of respect for Kaleigh, refusing to look upon her body.

Sure, he had thought about him and Kaleigh in that way before. Of course he had. But as much as he enjoyed the idea, he didn't want to see her this way. Never like this. As Kaleigh pleaded that Dmitri leave, Dmitri parted his lips for a few brief moments as though he were going to say something. But he thought better. Anything he said would only fuel Helena's little game and further embarrass Kaleigh. He had seen her body before, but only viewed it in the way that a doctor might. He had always refused himself arousal in her presence. And he would refuse now even though every part of him screamed for her.


Angiluzza's fingers skipped a few notes in her playing.

Odd. She never missed any notes.

She perked her ears some to listen for what had disturbed her from deep within her thoughts and immediately heard pounding feet. One set was Adonis. He was wearing the new shoes that she had gotten for him – Size ten Air Mac 95s. He never wore dress shoes; always wore running shoes. Probably because he was so paranoid that someone was always after him. She sighed as the sound of four more pairs of feet running right behind him. She sighed in an irritated manner, her face pulling into a light frown. He was always stirring trouble in every town they went to. He probably snuck into a club again and hit on some guy's girlfriend. Or he went to the movies and hit on someone's girlfriend there. It didn't matter because everywhere he went, he was always hitting on someone's girlfriend. Sometimes a few wives. She winced in remembering the time a Navy sailor caught him in bed with his wife. Angiluzza teased him about it for about three months – How could she not?

She didn't make a single move to go and help him. Why should she? Derek, Annie, and Isaac were all at home and Angel wasn't a fan of Adonis using her coven as his own personal body guards. And right she was – For it wasn't too long until Isaac was at the steps dealing the the trespassing males. Angiluzza sighed for it was Alessa that soon followed, checking quickly upon Adonis before leaving him with an apology. The scent of the Brazilian-Grecian's blood reached her nostrils and made her frown – She found O negative to be positively disgusting. Squinting, she moved away from her piano, now rather irritated. She hated when Adonis was fed on within her presence.

It wasn't too long until the scent of cooking food reached her nose. Her bright blue eyes lit up and she clasped her hands together. She loved it when Jasper cooked. Of course, she didn't need to eat human food. But she loved the way it tasted and Jasper was such an excellent chef. Purring to herself, she undressed herself and replaced the oversized t-shirt with a short black dress that looked like Tinkerbell's dress and slipped on little shoes that matched. Smiling, she ignored Eva's scent as she stalked down the hallway. She wondered if she would creep out people by climbing along the walls like a spider.

That would be totally ninja. Epic on a whole new level. Pleased with her thought, she continued on her merry way. She was as silent as a predator stalking prey. With that particular thought in mind, she thought that she might as well grab herself some of Jasper's food with a side of Jasper. She giggled at her own little joke just as she came into the kitchen. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the pale man standing over the stove. Her mouth watered as she zoned in on the blood thundering through his veins and the scent wafting under her nose. She tiptoed silently, focusing on him rather than the food. The only thing blocking her was the island counter. She didn't let it bother her, leaping up on it with ease.

Any human not used to her presence would have been frightened at the sight. She was crouched like a feline, clad in black, stained with dirt, and gazing upon Jasper the way a child gazed longingly into a candy shop. Angel was...strange. To say the least. She was a lot more cryptic than the other vampires she kept company with and that proved often enough to unnerve the humans living with them at times. “Jasper, dear. I'm absolutely starving. Might I have a bite?” Angel never took without asking. That was just her being nice. When denied...Well. Let's just say that it was rare that people living with her told her 'no'.


Adonis was curled into the fetal position with his ears ringing. He hadn't even noticed that Isaac had come to his rescue until he found himself seated on the steps and a strange liquid filled his mouth. Isaac left before Adonis could bring himself to reply. He frowned and swallowed what he identified as vampire blood. It didn't taste like human blood but it also didn't taste bad. But he also wasn't about to go stark raving mad when he didn't get it. It had a strange...exotic taste to it. Tangy...Spicy. It was like human blood with a dash of chile pepper.

He sighed as his arm began to slowly feel better, though he still had it laid in his lap awkwardly. Before he could get up and go inside, Alessa was standing before him. Though to many she would look frightening, he found it attractive. Then again, he found everything about her attractive. He was smitten with the vampire's beauty and the way she cared for those around her. Growing up, humans always thought that vampires were blood-sucking demons and they only lately became nothing more than a trend. Because of books like Twilight and House of Night. Ever since he moved in with his new family, he viewed things differently.

He saw vampires as simply those who were higher on the food chain. Which is why humans despised them. Because they were frightened of those with more power than themselves. That's how it always was. And it would be a cold day in hell before someone ever said anything cross about Alessa or anyone else in the Coven and wouldn't hear about it from him. He couldn't really do as much as they could. But that didn't mean that he wasn't going to still try.

“I'm alright.” He told her, offering a cracked smile as she sat down and rested on his shoulder. She never had been this close to him before and it made his heart race. He knew that he was her favorite blood type...but she would never take from him. He was hardly fed from and it was usually Isaac and Annabelle who would feed from him. Sometimes he felt as though he was just...there. He turned his head some and noticed that Alessa was leaning really close to him. For a moment, he thought that she meant to kiss him. His face turned red with color as he leaned in as well, lips puckered.

And then away she went.

She was gone from the home altogether before he could even process what happened. His anger spiked. Anger at himself. Of course she didn't want to kiss him! She was just hungry. Now he looked like a total idiot in front of her. More than usual. Shaking his head, he growled and stood, limping towards the house. With his blood no longer running and the bruises fading, he headed straight for his room in the attic, kicking the door shut behind him so that it shook the attic and caused a few photos to fall.


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Helena the Bloody

She heard Dmitri shuffling along to grudgingly obey her orders, and as he sat, she uttered her order for Kaleigh, listening as the girl slowly took off her clothes. The vampire could practically smell as comprehension dawned on her, her human mind finally grasping the concept of Helena’s game this night. Her smile grew as Dmitri’s bristling anger filled the room. Oh, yes, this was going to be fun. Then again, Helena could change her mind half way in and leave both of them tied up to do something more fun. She’d forgotten about Kaleigh a couple of times in the past, merely leaving the girl tied up in the basement, because she’d become distracted. It wasn’t really that unusual.

After a while she’d recall her little human because she’d get a little hungry and then be reminded of Kaleigh’s scent under her nose, but it could take hours. One time she’d gone hunting elsewhere and completely forgotten the little redhead in her basement for almost a day. Since no one else was allowed down there, unless she expressively told them to, no one had come to get her, and she’d been a little hungry and thirsty once Helena thought of it. She’d felt bad for a while about it, cooing at her pet, taking care of her like a mother would a babe. That was the other side to Helena. Her moods and her personality swung back and forth, not really consistent at any way, and sometimes she would get very motherly with Kaleigh.

A disturbingly amused smile grazed her lips when Kaleigh then began begging her to make Dmitri leave. Oh, this was simply joyous! She crouched down in front of the girl, her right hand moving to gently caress the young girl’s cheek, wiping away the tear. “Now, little bird,” she cooed, “what would be the fun in that?” Her smile grew as she stood and she clapped her hands in excitement, spinning around to move to Dmitri in the chair, binding him to it with heavy chains, one wrapping tightly around his neck and the chair to keep his head completely steady, and his eyes pointed towards Kaleigh.

Then she let a few nails run down his neck, almost in a caress as she purred into his ear “it’s no fun if you don’t watch. Close your eyes and I will cut off your eyelids. Hers too.” This was as much an experiment as a game to the female Fallen leader. She wanted to break Dmitri entirely, to diminish every bit of fight he had left in him, choking it out of him like sand would a flame.

She wanted to figure out just how much Kaleigh meant to Dmitri, because he was astoundingly good at withstanding pain, even when she tortured him. Sometimes it was a fun challenge, and she always won it, but at other times she got bored with him halfway through. However, if Kaleigh was who she thought to him, well, then Helena could pride herself on having found a lovely little weakness in the stubborn human. She grinned up at Kaleigh, her eerily red, unseeing eyes focused on her, even as Helena’s cheek remained against the side of Dmitri’s face, her body bended downwards slightly. She knew her touch was nauseating to Dmitri, and she loved it. She loved the effect she had on him, just as much as she loved the one she had on Kaleigh.

She straightened herself then, one finger twirling in Dmitri’s hair, the nail scraping against his scalp without breaking skin. “I believe Dmitri and I would like you to remove all of your clothes, little bird.” Helena then purred before stalking towards the small, frail thing, a hand quickly unclasping her bra then, nail slicing through the sides of her panties, effectively removing the fabric. “Hmm,” she hummed then, smiling once more as sadistic light lit up her eyes. Yes, this would be a fun game.

Derek Fleitner

The male could easily feel Eva fidgeting beneath him, and he knew she had to confused, a little hurt, and probably shocked too at how this felt as oppose to the other times he had taken her blood as his life force. He hated this. He hated that he needed to do this. Hated Alessa’s timing. Hated that he was forced to behave so unlike himself. Her whispering of his name registered, but he didn’t pay it much mind. In fact, Derek knew exactly when a human wouldn’t be able to take any more, and he had an impressive amount of self control in… well, all that he did. He felt really bad about doing this to her, though. She deserved better; most humans did, sure, but her in particular. Eva was a sweet, caring, and helpful type of girl, and generally he’d have wished her more than this life…

But, he hadn’t had much of a say in the matter. She had been insistent and though Derek had since berated Isaac on the matter, telling the kid never to make coven decisions without his or Alessa’s counsel at least, he had let Eva stay. And the taste of her blood reminded him why. It was heavenly, his senses sent into a intoxicating spiral as he sucked from her, his tongue lapping up any stray blood. He was in a hurry, but he didn’t need to be messy. He moved the hand on her hip around her when he felt her growing weaker, steadying her against the wall as he selfishly stole her blood. How was he going to make this good again? How could he possibly explain his situation to a human?

Generally, Derek wasn’t your open, talk-about-whatever kind of vampire. In fact he detested small-talk, and he despised explaining himself to anyone. He would have to with Eva, however; he knew that much. When Eva finally whispered to him that she felt sick, he pulled back simultaneously, carefully sliding his fangs out of her neck, gently licking the small puncture wounds, almost like tending to a wounded loved one in regret. “I’ll make this up to you,” he promised her quietly, moving to scoop her into his arms like you would a bride and as he cradled her, he pecked her forehead sweetly, giving her a vague smile, his fangs back in hiding at this point. He gingerly placed her on her bed and sighed, putting his small gift on her bed, next to her pillow.

It was a small thing, but it made him feel at least a little better about the whole situation. He would have said “sorry” if he were the type to. But he wasn’t. Not even when he genuinely regretted his actions, and sometimes that bugged him. He hadn’t uttered a proper apology in all of his life. The closest he got was “I apologize for…” and that was really more of a kind warning than an apology to him. He hadn’t missed the sound of Adonis, but had more or less ignored it, much like he was currently ignoring both Angel and Jasper downstairs. He gently brushed a hand through Eva’s hair, murmuring “just rest. You’ll feel better soon.” Or, in about an hour or two anyway. That was the usual coping time when he had fed on a human this way.

Then he left her room without another word, closing her door behind him, a slight sigh escaping the male. Fucking Alessa and her lack of control. It still stunned him, how you could be 1601 years old, and not have mastered the art of self control. She was worse than Lucan and Angel had been when they were new. Of course he was there for her, and he supported her, but he didn’t understand her. He couldn’t.

Soon, the tall vampire was inside Alessa’s car, riding shotgun, although he hated it, his movement nothing but a blur in the wind. He looked at her then. He had fed on Eva in only a minute’s time, total, so she hadn’t had to wait for long. He gave her a brief nod, gaze turning out the window in the next instant. “Let’s go,” he told her, saying nothing else. He was still a little upset with her timing.


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Derek pulled back immediately after her comment. Eva sighed. She didn’t know if it was relief, content or delight, but it certainly was not the near orgasm she typically felt. It was nothing like what she usually felt. For the first time, her body was rejecting him. Instinct was telling her to get away from him. She wasn’t hurt but she didn’t feel right. Eva felt loopy and she clung to him, and he to her. She felt Derek tighten his hold on her, bearing more of her weight. She shifted and her head lolled into the hollow of his throat.

“I’ll make this up to you,” Derek whispered, sincerity bleeding with his tone. It was the closest thing to a sorry he had ever given her. He seemed as unhappy as she was, but even more so. Eva ran her hands down his arms, allowing herself to grip his biceps, to feel the tension in his body, the petrified muscle hard as solid marble. Her fingers could barely ply at his skin. As he stepped away from the wall, she fell slightly but he knelt and swept her into his arms. The motion was so fast she felt her stomach churn and the loopiness in her head rapidly degenerated into a wave of vertigo. “Woah,” she said in surprise, her hands shifting to bring herself closer to his chest. What other chance did she have for him to carry her princess style? Eva gasped and inhaled sharply, looking at his face so close. Staring into his eyes, he leaning forward. Her entire body shivered in anticipation, a flush running up the length of her cheeks before fading back to the pale tone associated with her lower blood level. Her lips were parted, and she tilted her chin ever so slightly, bringing her mouth closer to him. Then he bypassed her face entirely, pressing his cold lips to her forehead, just below her hairline. Eva didn’t feel capable of hiding her disappointment. He pulled away and she turned her face into his shirt. God damnit. Does my face not scream kiss me?

Derek moved quickly then, setting her back down on her bed. “Just rest. You’ll feel better soon,” he told her vaguely. Eva laid on her side, pulling her hands under her pillow after adjusting the collar of her sweater to cover her neck. He leaned over her briefly, allowing himself to run a hand through her hair. She squeezed her eyes shut then, feeling her body respond to his touch while an odd numbness seemed to spread through her arms and legs. When she opened her eyes, Derek was closing her bedroom door. It seemed that just as fast as he had come, he was gone.

The brunette was confused. Her eyes shifted as she looked at the clock on her nightstand, past the small bright mini orchid. The small silver box containing his latest gift caught his eye. Eva didn’t want to open it for the first time. It was just so weird. She felt so…used and even a little dirty? Was this what a one night stand felt like?

Eva tried to sleep. She rolled so that her back faced the door, sliding her legs under her comforter. A chill ran up her spine, making her shiver. The sweating came shortly after and she knew immediately that her blood sugar content was probably low, meaning she needed to eat and have some juice. Just like when any person went to a blood bank, she needed her drink and cookie. Slowly she sat up. When she moved too fast the light headed feeling returned and she felt dizzy. She had walked into doors and fallen down the stairs before and didn’t want to do that today. Eva wrapped a smaller fleece blanket around her shoulders, gripping it in her hands under her chin. Conscious of where she stepped, she left her room and slowly walked down the stairs, gripping the banister for balance.

When she hit the landing she smelt Jasper’s cooking. It was comforting to know that she would likely not have to try and make something by herself. Fashion was her talent, not the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen she couldn’t help but hum her delight, moving to the fridge to open it and grab the bottle of orange juice. Using her left hand to grip it, she turned to set it on the counter only to feel her hand slip as the numbness of blood loss hit her hands. “Crap,” she gasped, trying to grab it. The plastic jug hit the floor with a thud, skidding over to Jasper by the stove. Eva tugged the blanket around her shoulders tighter to her body, clasping it with one hand while she retrieved the juice. As she stood she felt the dizziness hit her and she wavered in her position before looking at Jasper with a weak smile. “Didn’t mean to interrupt you like this,” she apologized, looking at the typically sullen man who was also a pet to the forbearers. She knew that Derek’s bite mark on her neck was likely still pink and healing. She knew that Jasper would know right away what she was dealing with. Still, she didn’t want to ask him for his help because all she wanted something to eat and some orange juice so that she could crawl back into her bed and stop feeling the way she was feeling. Maybe she did need to take a bath now. She felt a little dirty. Then she realized Angel was also present, the female vampire standing close to Jasper. She was dressed...a little oddly. Eva swallowed. "Didn't mean to interrupt you either Angel," she murmured.


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He didn't understand. He didn't understand why Annie had come down here. That was good, right? That had been what the female vampire had wanted. Not to show him how she truly felt about him. She couldn't; it would make things far too complicated. Still, there was a part of her that shriveled up a little when she saw that he gave an angrier response back. Ahe really did need to talk to someone about how she felt. She was smart, granted, but feelings? That was a whole different ball park. Maybe she'd talk to Angel about it, the female vampire was like a sister to her. Annie searched for Angel's scent, locating it not too far away. It mixed with the smell of cooking.. and Jasper. Ah, perhaps now wouldn't be the best time.

She smiled, accepting Isaac's apology; she secretly marveled in the way that she was able to make him turn around and say sorry so quickly.. She shoved the thought to the back of her mind. She didn't want the male to feel he shouldn't hurt her. She could see it in his eye every time she looked at him and she hated it. Isaac's abrupt departure left her a little shocked, had she done something wrong to upset him? Of all the people in the covern, Isaac was the one whose opinion truely mattered to her. 'Hey,' She called, a softer, more playful edge to her voice, 'Try not to get into any fights this time.' She smiled to herself as she watched the handsome vampire walk away.

It was then that she heard another slam of the front door, looking up she saw the broken form of Adonis. Annie hide herself in the shadows, not wanting to startle or frighten the human. She watched as he stumbled across the hall, obviously quite hurt. Somebody should check if he was okay. She searched the house for the scents of her covern. Only Angel, herself, Isaac and the humans. Derek and Alessa must have gone out. With the other two vampires in the house currently preoccupied, although what Isaac was up to she had no idea, the blonde decided she had better go and check on the human. After all, they were pets, not slaves; they needed looking after.

Just then, Isaac came back. He looked a little upset. What the hell had distracted him so and then made him like this? For once, the female vampire let a little concern seep into her expression as she looked at him. She came within a second of asking Isaac what was wrong, but then he spoke, asking her if she wanted to grab something to eat. 'I'll join you in a minute, i'm just going to and check on Adonis, he looked in a pretty bad way when he walked past a second ago..' She said quietly, staring into the eyes of the handsome vampire before casting her eyes downward, turning around walking away at human speed. ' Oh and Jasper's in the kitchen, making food, however I think Angel got their first.' She gave Isaac a small smile, before running at vampire speed to find Adonis.

Within seconds she was at is room. She knocked on the door firmly 'Adonis, it's Annie. Open the door please?' She spoke softly but clearly, not wanting to scare the human on the other side of it.


Jasper was making brunch. In normal human life's, this would have been dinner time, but this wasn't a normal human life. The humans didn't really sleep in the night time, they slept more in the day; much like vampires did. So the meal Jasper was making was more across between breakfast and lunch. Bacon, Eggs, sausages and beans. A hearty meal. He liked cooking it soothed them male greatly to have total concerntration on what he was cooking. Jasper espeically enjoyed cooking for others, it gave the male a great deal of satisfaction to see others enjoy something that he had created.

It was then that the male heard a thump on the desk, he stepped back from the counter, startled by the sound. It was then that he saw Angel. It was instantly apparent to the male that there was something different about the female. She was dressed in an extremely short dress that showed all her assets of..quite nicely actually. Not that Jasper cared; she looked good, just not as good as Robyn did. There was something in the female vampires eyes that was scaring him. She looked..almost manic. This meant only one thing in Jasper's head. It was feeding time for Angel.

The male was aware of somebody entering the room as Angel spoke. She told me how hungry she was; he suspected it wasn't just for the food he was cooking. Angel was regular company of his; when she wasn't feasting on his bloody was actually ok to be around; however at this moment Jasper knew he had to comply with what she said; for his sake. 'Angel' He began softly, before he was interrupted by something falling to the floor behind him. He turned to see an extremely weak looking Eva staring back at him, the two of them now standing in a pool of orange juice. He knew she'd been feed on almost instantly. There was something in the male that didn't like that. Not one little bit. He know, of course, that it was her choice to be here as much as it was his, the two of them had discussed, at length their reasons for being here. However, there was something about the weak female standing opposite him that didn't sit right with the South Africian. He almost resented the vampires for doing to her.

'That's quite alright, there's another carton in the fridge,' smiling at her as he brushed past her, opening the fridge and pouringo out another cup full for Eva. 'Go and sit over there,' He said soothingly, pointing to the sofa's not ten yards away from them, 'I'm about to dish this meal up, sit and eat it here. That way I know you've eaten.' He told her simply. Jasper was an extremely calm person, he always cared about those who were close to him. He had become quite good friends with Eva, she reminded him of his old self in a way. Well when she wasn't recovering from being feed on at the very least.

The male then turned back to Angel; the vampire was still crouched on the desktop, watching the whole scene like a hawk. 'Why yes, Angel, you may have some of my meal, please sit down and I'll bring it over.' He told her quietly, completely ignoring her obvious lust for his blood as he began to serve the meal.


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Angiluzza heard everything around her. Isaac and Annabelle in conversation, Adonis brooding in his attic, and Eva making her way downstairs. She could smell the disappointment on her. The sadness. Eva was a sweet girl, she really was. Whenever Angel was in a particularly sociable mood, she didn't mind taking the girl out or buying her gifts or even modeling some of her designs. Though, to be truly honest, if Angel had the choice to remove one of the humans, it would be Eva.

It wasn't anything personal. Okay, it was just a little bit personal. Angiluzza wasn't just a vampire. She was a woman. That made her doubly possessive and territorial. And though she hid it very well, she was never fond of the way Eva looked at Derek nor the direction her emotions went in his presence. It irked her more than Adonis' mouth.

She watched with bright blue eyes as Eva made a mess with the orange juice and lifted a brow. She watched the humans interacting, canting her head to the left a tad. She was aware of how Jasper felt about Eva's presence. Though she didn't see why it was his business. She was the one who had volunteered herself, anyways. For stupid reason, yes. But still, food was food and it was better than a Twilight fangirl. Only by a tad bit. But still better.

She moved from her spot on the island to the counter next to the stove at Jasper's words. She was definitely not in the mood for his games or his evasiveness. She shut off the burners, her face showing no emotion as she spoke in even tones, her eyes shifting to a gaze as cold as the marble floors in her music room. “Non ho tempo per i giochi, Jasper. Sarebbe saggio di voi non per testare i miei limiti.” Angiluzza wasn't fond of many things. One of these things was being tested and teased. She was no Fallen – Not by a long shot. But she did get highly irritated when either Eva or Jasper denied her sustenance. They had volunteered for the job and she felt that they didn't have the right to say no while on the job.

It was obvious that her patience was already wearing thin as she slid from the counter, approaching him with menacing steps. Her lips pulled back and her fangs slid out audibly as her hunger spiked at the scent of him. “I am going to ask you politely one more time. I suggest you come out with a smarter answer. Jasper, darling. May I. Have a bite to eat?” She really hoped that he decided to be smart because. Well. Good things never happened when she was denied.

OOC: I'll have Adonis' up later tonight or tomorrow <3! Same with Kristof and Dmitri!


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Eva quickly realized that Angel was tense and more than normal. She didn’t know how she hadn’t noticed it at first. Self concern had her ultimate goal the fridge and its contents. Having found Jasper was a bonus. Seeing Angel now, staring at her as she struggled to clean up the mess she had made only made her hands shake more than they already were. The brunette had a rather scathing stare when she was annoyed. Eva felt incredibly small and foolish the moment she looked into the vampire’s eyes. Biting down on her lip, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. The mess wasn’t as large as it could have been. The plastic of the jug had split, leaving a small puddle where it had landed and nothing more. She collected it and dropped it in the sink, eying Jasper and fidgeting. Normally she would have happily greeted Angel and tried to make her smile – likely showing her some new fashion sketch she had come up with (and there were a few upstairs in her room and on her mind). But today when she was close to a hypoglycemic reaction, she was quiet, flashing her eyes at Jasper as he smiled at her like nothing was wrong.

“That's quite alright, there's another carton in the fridge,” Jasper told her matter of factly. He did so in a way that she didn’t feel terrible. Still, with Angel so close and kneeling on the counter looking ready to pounce, Eva didn’t want to push the scenario. She smiled weakly back at her friend as he moved to collect a second carton of juice from the fridge, taking a glass out for her and filling it without so much as batting an eye. She took it in two hands, keeping her blanket high on her shoulders to cover her neck. “Thank-you,” she whispered, her voice low. A hint of her usual peppiness was present.

“Go and sit over there,” Jasper offered, extending a hand to one of the couches off to the side of a large kitchen table. Eva nodded slowly, bringing the glass to her lips and taking in several mouthfuls of juice. The glass was half gone but her head was instantly clearer. Still, she knew her body was reacting to her low blood level and likely would for the next few hours like Derek had told her. It was weird though. Normally all of the vampires were willing to return the blood favor. Even a lick of vampire blood would ease the effects of blood loss incrementally. Derek had not been so charitable today and Angel looked about ready to…do unthinkable things to one of them that Eva knew better. She could take care of herself after all. “I'm about to dish this meal up, sit and eat it here. That way I know you've eaten,” Jasper added. Eva nodded again before walking away from the tense situation to sit on the couch, hunching over and shivering from her chill, hugging the juice between her knees and trying to close her eyes. Still, she heard him speak to the other vampire tersely. She couldn’t help it and at once she was concerned.

“Why yes, Angel, you may have some of my meal, please sit down and I'll bring it over,” Jasper said to Angel. The scraping of books and the clatter of plates told Eva that he was doing just as he said he was – plating his meal and a portion for herself. “Non ho tempo per i giochi, Jasper. Sarebbe saggio di voi non per testare i miei limiti,” Angiluzza barked back at him. I don't have time for games Jasper. It would be wise of you not to test my limits. Her harsh Italian came off quickly. Eva had been around long enough to know that when Angel was speaking in rapid Italian she was hungry. Just as Derek had been earlier, she was famished and unfortunately she was eying Jasper in a less than friendly way. “But she’s a forbearer…she won’t kill him?” Eva thought lowly to herself in wonder. She could never tell with any of them. Derek had told her once to leave the coven while she could, paid off to never say anything. After she had arrived with Isaac upon being told what they were, all of them appeared weary to her. She understood the fear of an outsider but to a degree she hadn’t understood the warnings until she had experienced their thirst. All of the forbearers seemed to push themselves to a point where they were almost ravenous at times. She wished they would take a little often rather than a lot occasionally. It was easier that way, less painful, more pleasurable.

“I am going to ask you politely one more time. I suggest you come out with a smarter answer. Jasper, darling. May I. Have a bite to eat?” Eva heard Angel demand. The words were sharp and unrelenting, offering no other option for Jasper. “Has any of us ever said no?” she wondered to herself, keeping her eyes downcast and focused on her glass of juice that was already half full. She wished she could just sleep through all of this but her body had her awake and aware. Painfully aware now with the juice in her too.


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Helena the Bloody

When her vampire chuckled in response to her words of Kaleigh and Dmitri, it was a clear message that he had understood her, not that she was surprised. Kristof always understood her. Even when she hardly made sense to herself. She grinned, satisfied with his reaction. This was why Kristof had been perfect for her. Not the sex, not the good looks, nor the devotion… but the cruel, violent, unrelenting side to him. Even as a human, he had torn into his enemies with viciousness rivaled only by her own. She had loved watching him; simply looking on from the shadows as he hacked and swayed, his technique impeccable. He was the most magnificent human warrior she had ever laid eyes on.

However, as Kristof then sighed, Helena’ face whipped up, her unseeing eyes on his face instantly. It was most likely more of a habit than anything, though, because really, she could be directing them anywhere and it wouldn’t matter one bit. Well, that, or maybe she did it for Kristof’s benefit, although that would be exceptionally unselfish of her, and most wouldn’t consider her the type. Maybe Kristof was different. Well, that much was a given, but no one knew how much. Not even Helena herself. She had no clue how important the male was to her sanity and generally… life. But he was. Important, that is. More than anyone, Kristof was the thing she could not exist without.

Not anymore, anyway. He had grown too close to her, and she depended on him too much, which was probably why two days without him was like an eternity to her, which was funny, because she sorta had lived an eternity. She realized how much she needed him when he wasn’t there, but then promptly disregarded it when he was back, because hey, would never leave her. She felt secure in that belief. They were the perfect fit, always had been. Well, once he had been properly introduced into life as a vampire, as it was.

Before Helena had decided to say something, Kristof shook his head… and then his lips were on her, scorching her cool skin, his hands clasping her hard enough to break bones had she been human. She moaned into the forceful, hungry kiss as she responded instantly. This, she had longed for. This, she had missed. This… she needed. Her hails dug deeper, puncturing the skin on the back of his neck, little trickles running down the steely skin, as his mouth began nicking her, drawing blood in little doses. And Helena… well, she was mad for him already, her head thrown back against the wall as her body pushed itself as close to his as possible.

He had her pinned though, and in the throes of ecstasy, she even tended to forget she was the stronger of the two. Then his fangs were suddenly deeply buried in her neck, and Helena groaned right along with him, the pleasure almost too much after two days without him. Her blouse had bloody holes in it by now as Kristofs fangs had torn through the fabric to get to her breasts. She didn’t even care. Not for a second. As he fed, Helena’s one hand, the one in his hair, guided his teeth deeper by pushing down his head, causing another moan to escape her. It was so good.

Kristof would not draw back from her this time. She knew that, and so Helena let herself go, not caring if anyone else heard or saw. Hell, they should be used to it by now; Helena and Kristof never gave a fuck about things being public to the rest of their coven. They never had.

~~ Some time… later ~~

Helena was blissfully naked in the rubble that had once been their livingroom. Now it was… well, a mess. The walls had holes in so many places they might as well just put up new ones. All the furniture was in pieces, lying around in different places. A couple of windows had been broken, and… well, Helena herself had puncture wounds… everywhere. So did Kristof. A lot of blood had been exchanged, but that was how it worked. It was a pleasure drug, and none of them actually lost any blood, because they’d just take it back from the other after losing it in the first place. She was grinning up at Kristof, who was still on top of her. They would both be fully healed in minutes. Even the deep scratches on Kristof’s back, caused by her nails.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, guiding his face properly to hers and she licked some stray blood from his chin. “Mmm,” she murmured, satisfied after two thorough, rather rough rounds. “I will never know how the others avoid breaking their human sex toys.” She added on a thought, the splinters of the broken wood poking at her naked back as a reminder of how Kristof had thrown her around, passion ruling both of them. And just like that, she wanted another round.

However, her ears perked at the sound of the humans in the forest. They were all still alive, but finally divided. However, they were calm now, more or less, feeling like they had lost their monstrous captors. If they only knew… the hunt had yet to begin. It would take only one death to get the other two running again, but they were tired. However, the survival instinct in humans was sometimes extraordinary. That was what made them fun; their unrelenting wish to live. Helena’s hands trailed over Kristof’s broad shoulders and onto his collarbones, adding a playful “I do believe our fast food slowed down.” With that, she turned them both around in a blur, grinning as she pinned him, the spark in her eyes now also sexual. “Let’s hunt naked.”

Derek Fleitner

The forbearer protector was watching anything but his leader and sister. Instead, his thoughts were on their home, and their humans. Eva was a centerpiece at current. He pondered the ethics of even keeping humans the way that they did. Sure, their humans wanted to be with them, but what happened when they didn’t anymore? In the past, Derek had killed humans because of this purely to protect his coven. That was another part of his job. The hard tasks always fell into his lap, and so he had emotionally distanced himself. It was better that way. While the humans were there, however, Derek was civil, albeit usually rather removed and cold towards them. Eva was different though. Perhaps because he felt guilty for the emotions she harbored.

It wasn’t that he felt any actual romantic feelings towards her, but perhaps he had grown to care for her in his own way, in spite of his wish not to. Last time he had cared for one of their humans was 600 years ago, and he’d had to kill a girl he had come to view as a younger sister, because she had wanted to leave. He had warned against it; told her it would not be safe, that he would have to take steps. However, she hadn’t cared. She wanted more out of life, being a woman of only 22. And so he had ended her life. It still got to him now, but the uncertainty had been too much of a risk. How was he to know hunters wouldn’t sniff her out and torture her for information, or what was just as bad, the Fallen would?

No, the risks had been too great. He was pulled out of his own world, when he felt Alessa’s eyes on him and her voice traveled towards his head. He glanced at her, granting her a curt nod, his eyes traveling to the wheel she was clenching. “Don’t break the wheel.” He merely noted, seeing no reason to make a comment towards her apology. Not that he particularly cared, since he would merely have it fixed, but his nod had told her he accepted it, and that was simply that. Derek merely had to simmer a bit more and he’d get over it. Guilt was a powerful thing, however. Especially to a man like Derek.

Soon, Alessa pulled into the parking lot of one of her regular hunting grounds, and Derek merely watched as she armed herself. She motioned for him to take his pick, but he merely snorted and shut the thing, glancing at her revolver with disdain. He shook his head, getting out of the car. The protector hated guns. He always had, and he probably always would. They weren’t honorable, nor did they take any particular amount of skill to handle. They were easy, and too… human. Way too human. Especially since a bullet wouldn’t do shit to a vampire, so what was the point? It wasn’t like he was worried about the humans.

As for the other weapons, Alessa should simply know better. Derek always carried throwing stars, knives and various other little trinkets; things that could actually hurt a vampire if thrown hard enough. And Derek definitely threw hard enough. He followed her in silently, though. This was Derek when he was irked about something; he got a little moody, and he didn’t bother hiding it from Alessa. She would know he merely needed a little time to figure out how he wanted to deal with the situation before he could officially move on.

The protector took a quick, but thorough look of their surroundings, all of his senses helping him register every blind angle, every unclear patch. Nothing was unknown to him once Alessa spoke to him. He sighed in reply, shaking his head. Firstly, none of the women appealed to him in any way. Probably because he had just fed on the most amazing blood, and he didn’t like gorging on blood. Ever. He never fed even twice in a day. Well, unless he had lost blood in battle or the like, but on a normal day, Derek didn’t drink much. Not compared to his fellow coven-members. For some reason everyone seemed to need more blood than he.

“Ally, I just fed. And ruthlessly so. I’m not really in the mood for... slutty humans.” He told her quietly, using the nickname only he had ever called her to show her he wasn’t angry with her. He knew she was offering because she felt guilty about him feeling guilty. Geez, they were a nice pair, eh? He rubbed his neck, sending a vague smile her way. She needed to feed... now. He could practically feel her hunger. “Just get it over with, please.” For some reason, the male wanted to get home and be with Angel.

It was just one of those times where Derek felt like being sociable, and unlike most others, Angel was perfectly comfortable with his silence. He'd leave explaining things to Eva, up to Alessa. Hell, she'd offered, and he was more than happy to accept if it meant he'd get out of it.


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Kaleigh Ann

Kaleigh knew better to struggle against the chains so she kept perfectly still, or at least as best she could as Helena strapped her down. "Helena please," she cried as the little spikes piers her skin. Warm trickles of blood flowed down her arms and legs. It was a familiar sensation. The little rivers were there, comforting her, and screaming to her about her pain, all at the same time. Her trembling only sent the spikes deeper in, and caused them to move around uncomfortably. After a minute or two, Kaleigh grew accustomed to the spikes, enough so that she didn't want to cry out in pain. Despite regularly being tortured, she never got used to the pain, only enough to help her not to scream. Just as soon as she thought Helena might change her mind, the human felt a knife cut the tender skin of her stomach. She cringed, only causing more pain to course through her body.

"Helena!" she screamed. Helena had done something like this before, but on Kaleigh's arm, with a razor blade. the blade cut through her skin a lot easier than this knife, and the pain was easier to handle. After a few minutes of Kaleigh begin Helena to stop, Kal gave up. She knew that the vampire wouldn't. She resorted to just laying there, sobbing. She refused to look at what Helena was doing to her stomach and chest, although from what she could feel, she guessed Helena was about to skin her. Kal imagined Helena drawing out shapes like a puzzle, and one by one, she would pull the skin away from her body. The thought caused Kaleigh to jerk in pain, and the knife stabbed a bit deeper into her stomach. “Kaleigh...” Dmitri said. At the sound of his voice, Kal let her tears fall. Helena didn't seem to notice. of course she noticed, but she didn't care. Finally, the woman was distracted, and she disappeared upstairs.

“Dmitri,” Kal whispered. She could hardly hear her own voice. Dmitri spoke again and his voice was heart breaking.

“I...I'm sorry, Kal... This is my fault. I never meant for this to happen to you...God. Please forgive me,” he said. She looked over at him as much as she could. He was staring into her tear filled eyes with his own.

“No, it’s not your fault,” she said. “It’s not your fault,” she said again. The girl didn’t know what else to say.

[b] “If she kills me. Promise me that you won't do anything stupid. “Just promise me”
he asked her, wanting her promise. Kaleigh took a deep breath, absorbing his words and the pain being caused to her.

“I promise I won’t do anything stupid, but just know living without you will be the stupidest thing I could ever do,” she whispered. She hoped he understood without him she was as good as dead. “You are the only reason I am still alive. You promise me you won’t leave me,” she demanded. She knew it would only be to make her feel better. Neither of them could promise their lives. That would end the very next day. Kal only wondered when Helena would be back. She assumed Kristof was back. A dull thought crossed her mind and she hoped she wouldn’t be forgotten down here for a day again.

Isaac Warren

Isaac was once again lost in his own world. Annie didn’t want to get food with him. She went to check on Adonis instead. The young vampire would have said something to her about him healing the pet, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. He wandered into the kitchen. He listened to only a little of Jasper and Angel’s conversation before leaving and going to his room once more.

Being in his room was much better than being with the others. Here he felt safe. He felt safe to be with Marie. He began doodling in one of his many journals, drawing pictures of Marie and himself. He sighed and looked at his empty walls. Maybe he would put up a picture. He hung his newly drawn picture on the wall with a tack and admired his work. The black and white drawing was a stark contrast to his red walls. He smiled as he got an idea. He went to the basement and was back up in his room in a flash with tools for painting. He pained a mural on one side after moving his bed across the room. Of course, it wasn’t the most beautiful.. well it wasn’t really anything actually. Just shapes, and lines. That’s what everyone else would see. Of course, Isaac could clearly see his life story. There was his real mother’s name, and what he imagined she might look like. Then there was Marie, and her tragic death. Finally, there was Anabelle. The part of his other was fuzzy and the paint was blurred. With Marie, it was violent and angry. Annie’s was beautiful strokes of black paint. Isaac admired his work for a while before cleaning up his room again.


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Derek Fleitner

Derek didn’t even bother answering Alessa when she asked him to stay close. Instead he regarded her with an almost dignified look, as if to say “when have I ever not been close?” but no words came out of his mouth. He then watched as she made it over to a group of males, and he himself walked to the bar, taking a seat that gave him perfect view of everything Alessa was doing. Then he ordered a whiskey and merely listened, his eyes straying to the group unnoticeably once in a while.

When his sister met up with the only one of them who seemed to ever look himself in the mirror, Derek was aware, and he snorted at the guy’s “Italian” accent. It was so fake, the male vampire had to force himself not to roll his eyes. Seriously? What the hell was even up with that? If men had to resort to cheap little tricks like that, they probably weren’t the types you should hang with. They were never good company. Why were so many humans so unbelievably stupid? It was completely beyond Derek’s substantial comprehension. Besides, just… the words he spoke made Derek want to get up, stalk over there, and rip the guy’s head from his neck.

It was just so obvious that he was no fucking Italian, and Derek was almost embarrassed that Ally bought it. But then, she had this odd tendency to be rather… naïve, considering she was his age. All of a sudden, “Luca” was telling his goons to leave him alone with Alessa, which made Derek pay more attention. Something was up. He took a sip of his Whiskey; however, seeming like nothing at all was going on in his mind. He paid attention to their exchange even as a blonde woman made her way over to him, seating herself next to him. He barely spared her a glance, not at all interested.

Apparently that only made her more interested though, and she leaned over, her generous breasts only just kept in by her shamelessly revealing red dress. Again, he wished himself home. Angel would make better company.
“Hey there,” she began, Georgia accent gently rolling off of her tongue as she let her eyes dance up his body. Derek couldn’t help a wry smile. Women of this time had this tendency to go for the guys who were the least interested. Why was that, exactly? In reply, Derek took a swig of his whiskey and calmly said “hello to you too.” He had no intentions of letting her think he was the least bit interested.

“I’m Ariadne,” she then added, smiling at him, doing the whole eyelash bashing move and everything. “But ya’ll can call me Ade. What’s your name, darlin’?” He couldn’t help but think her slightly amusing, but still, he longed for home. He really wasn’t in the mood for these… frankly, slutty humans. He gave a brief nod, emptying his whiskey as “Luca” began carrying “Kikki” towards the door behind the bar. He’d have to get up and go with, for Ally’s sake.
“Name’s Derek,” he told her coolly, smoothly sliding into a standing position as he regarded little Ade with a polite smile.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” he trailed off with at that and promptly left her, sliding into the shadows as he stalked Alessa and her prey. He moved into the hall, but turned around a corner, watching the pair out of the corner of his eye, out of sight himself. He watched the happenings, hands clenched into fists. What the hell was she waiting for here? He was a fucking human. Well, now he was a dead human, granted. It might be that Alessa could easily overpower the guy, but no one touched a member of his family like this. Derek was officially tempted to hand him over to Helena, just because he knew the female vampire would either change or kill him. A change would take away his guilt of killing a human. The kill, well, it’d be well deserved.

When the human slung the woman Derek considered a close sister over his shoulder, the vampire growled under his breath, the instinct to protect those dear to him, forever ringing clearly. He was about to moved when Alessa finally took charge of the situation. About fucking time, if you asked this vampire protector. When she latched onto his neck, Derek moved out of the shadows and watched her silently, knowing he would have to pull her off of this one. She had been too hungry, too desperate, and too pissed at the human… which were all pretty good reasons for her to lose control. Which she would. Derek didn’t doubt that one second.

After a little while of her sucking furiously, the male’s heartbeat slowed too much for it to be healthy anymore, and ignoring the guy’s murmured comment, he took a single step, bringing himself closer to Alessa, and he crouched down, one hand placed at her jaw to force it open, another at the back of her neck, as he powerfully pulled her head, and thereby her teeth, from the human. “Ally,” he murmured soothingly, turning her head to look into her eyes. “No more. You’re taking too much.”

The human was whimpering, scared and weak as he remained horizontal on the ground. Derek was focused on Ally right now, however, and his eyes bored into hers until the bloodrush had calmed and then he leaned in, kissing her forehead. “Did you have enough, or are you still hungry? You were starving when we arrived. You really need to stop pushing yourself so far.” He shook his head, sighing before finally glancing at “Luca”, still trying to decide ultimately what to do with the guy. He wanted to kill him, so badly, but he knew it could potentially be dangerous. Many had seen him go back there with Alessa.

Helena the Bloody

When Kristof asked her whether she was sure she wanted to start now, she wasn’t quite certain what he meant. Hadn’t she just told him that she wanted to hunt now? Naked, too. Did he need more than that? She’d stated what she wanted. However, then Kristof’d hands were wandering on her body, caressing her in all the right places, and just as expected, Helena purred in pleasure, her body softening in his hands, her own palms wandering up his chiseled chest. Her nails scraped gently against the hardened skin, his muscles flexing beneath her.

He really was the most delicious thing she had ever touched. Then he pulled her down onto him completely, and she giggled, one hand moving into his hair, the other coming to rest on his muscular shoulder. She wanted him. Again, and again, and again. Apparently Helena really didn’t take well to being away from Kristof for days. When she had been younger, before changing Kristof, she had been lonely, but not desperate like this. Why it was different with this male, she didn’t ponder, mostly because she hadn’t really thought to ponder it. It wasn’t important to her brain why she apparently couldn’t be without this vampire, only the fact that itself.

Besides, she could feel him wanting her too… again. A shiver went down her body at the thought of him taking her once more. “You feel so good,” se purred softly, her slender body curving to his wants as always. Just like that, she was distracted from the hunt. One would think sex ought to have gotten boring between them after all this time, but with a man like Kristof, one didn’t simply grow bored. It was too amazing, and in fact, it had only gotten better over the years. They knew exactly what the other liked, and doing those things had become instinctual.

Kristof was about to penetrate her once more, starting another round, which she was anticipating with glee, but then he paused and she responded with a pout, her lips trailing kisses up his neck, until his words caused her to stop instantly. She sat up, her blind eyes narrowed, fangs immediately bared as she hissed. There would be no touching of Helena’s man. None. Her nails dug into his chest as her body tensed, ready to burst into the forest at any point. She would die painfully for this. Helena saw red, and red alone, anger coursing through her at an alarming rate, her possessiveness causing her reaction to be rather exaggerated by normal standards. “I’ll tear her apart, limb by limb,” she half sneered half purred.

Kristof was hers and hers alone. No one else was to touch him. The word mine kept drumming in her head and she subconsciously dug her nails even deeper, a low growl emanating from her the more she thought about it, but Kristof still had his hands on her. When he got up though, and put her down, she was bristling with fury and she set off after him, however heading in a different direction. She quickly picked up speed, bypassing Kristof in seconds as she ran, no clothes to hinder her speed in any way, and so Helena let go of inhibitions. Oh yes, she was filled with the need fro vengeance. The human had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

The second Helena reached the girl, she burst through the brush, hand shooting out to grab the girl’s throat, slamming her into the nearest tree, which bended back, groaning in spite of its great size, the whole thing hardly even a blur to the human, and so she blinked, confused. It didn’t take her that long to register that Helena’s fangs were bared in a soundless sneer as her red eyes glared into the girl. And so, panic spiked, Adrenaline kicking in. Helena didn’t care. Fear had stopped being the point. Now pain was all she wanted this girl to experience. So. Much. Fucking. Pain.

“Mine,” she growled, nails digging into the girl’s throat. She didn’t pay attention to the whimpers and she sobs. She wanted screams, and begging and thrashing. Helena was mad with anger now that she was far from Kristof too, every sense of logic taken over by her fury. “You will suffer,” she then added in ancient Greek, the language smooth and almost sexual, if it hadn’t been for her deadly expression. She was too far gone to recognize any other language, or the fact that the girl wouldn’t understand a word.

She threw the girl down onto the ground, which wrenched a scream from her, and Helena grinned, a cold, angry grin. No amusement. Not really. This was strictly revenge.
“P-please,” the redhead stuttered, tears already running down her cheeks as she tried to scramble away from Helena, “d-don’t hurt me… p-please.” Helena laughed, the sound so filled with cruel anger, it made cold sweat break on the girl’s orangey skin. She was still laughing when she told her “no one touches Kristof,” in ancient Greek once more. Which the girl of course didn’t understand.

Helena grabbed a hold of the girl’s ankle when she tried to move without the vampire noticing, which was of course impossible in all. And then she twisted, the ankle breaking with a loud crunching sound. The human screamed, throwing her head back onto the bed of leaves behind her. Helena’s cold smile became satisfied as she broke the other ankle too. “No more running, little lamb,” she told the human in a sing song voice, the Greek still being her choice of language. But of course, the girl’s loud scream and subsequent whimpering sort of drowned the words.


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Annabelle knew all too well what she had let herself in for as she stood at the door to Adonis's room. He was a hard one to control, she would never deny that, but she found him interesting; ironcially enough like the rest of the men in the covern. Of course, the whole process was purely objective and scientific; Annabelle wasn't curious because she wanted them. Well in most case at least. After observing Adonis for a while, the blonde vampire had concluded that the person he put on to most people, was in fact, an act. But what was he like inside and what was he trying to hide?

She stood with a hand on her hip, a dismayed looked on her face as Adonis opened the door; only letting a single eyeball show as he asked what she wanted in her business was in Portuguese. She raised an eyebrow; he'd never be that forward with Alessa, why to her? The boy needed learn a little respect for the people he lived with. 'I came,' She began coldly, ' To check how you were. That was quite some chase you had in the woods earlier. Oh and please don't speak in Portuguese to me, I much prefer Spanish.' The blonde smiled as she fondly remembered the little experiment she had conducted a few hundred years ago. Ah Oiliver, what a lovely reunion that would be.

Annie was also acutely aware that she had probably just offended Adonis; but eh what did she care? The male seemed to have no appreciation for the fact she'd come to check on him. She sighed, 'Look, there's food in the kitchen, I believe Jasper's making something... I'll see you later.' She ended the brief encounter; fully satisfied that the male was healthy enough. Annie didn't show a lot of compassion, when she did it only came out as anger; like with Isaac earlier. Right now the blonde wished she stayed with the brown haired male rather than and find Adonis.

Turning on her heel, Annie searched for Isaac's scent. Traces of it still lingered in the hallway and it the basement for some reason. However, it was strongest in his bedroom. Annie gathered her thoughts for a second. She had done an awful lot of tracking him down lately. What if that came across as desperate? She snorted at herself inwardly. What was this? A seven hundred and nine year old vampire weak at the knee's of what, in vampire terms, was a boy. This could be dangerous for her, she needed to talk to Derek or Angel; most probably Derek, just because the conversation would be a more sane level, even if it was on a more objective and cold one.

For now though, Annie traveled to Isaac's room. He was the best company the blonde had expierenced for a long time. She loved her covern, of course she did and she was grateful for everything they had done. But never had she felt so comfortable around anyone as she did Isaac. Of course, she loved Angel like a sister, but there was just something about Isaac that turned her world upside down and made her feel safe at the same time. Quickly, she knocked on Isaac's Door;

'So, the rude little so and so didn't need my help... Can we go for a run before I self conbust' She said plainly.


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Derek Fleitner

Derek watched intently as his sister for all intents and purposes took several deep breaths. For some reason, the human habit had always had an oddly calming effect on her. He supposed it was because it was so far from vampiric that it had come to be a sort of reminder that she wasn’t a monster. He didn’t miss the slight hesitation before she replied to him though, and Derek, being the man he was, didn’t doubt for one second that she wasn’t being entirely truthful when she spoke.

He sighed, looking her over. She had definitely quelled the bloodlust, but he knew she would feel much better if she had a bit more. Hmmm. He would force her to drink a bloodbag or two when they got home. Which reminded him that they were low on stock. He sighed, taking out his blasted phone. He hated these devices, but he couldn’t deny that they were useful, and he’d definitely gotten used to them. He typed in a text to Isaac, the forbearer procurer:
To: Isaac
“How’s the O negative stock? I’m taking Alessa home and she’s having two. I hope you made sure we have enough.”

Derek was always rather strict with always having O negative in the house. The bloodbags weren’t exactly delicious, but they did what they were supposed to, and they were important to have when they were really in dire emergency. Alessa’s control had a tendency to slip. It was a good thing he cared as much as he did, because a lesser man would’ve probably taken over. He could do it. He was only a little younger than her, far superior in every fighting class, and he had control in bunches. Fact of the matter was, Derek loved his sister and he would never let her fall. Besides, he didn’t actually want the position as leader.

He felt comfortable where he was. Well, except when he was forced to feed on Eva like he had today. The thought still made him inwardly cringe. Regardless, Derek spoke to Alessa. “Are you sure?” His voice was skeptical, and she followed it by explaining that the human couldn’t give her anymore. He shook his head, seeing the guilt painted on her face. “Ally, please don’t feel guilty about this. He’s a spineless bastard who preys on innocent women.” His voice was cold at the next sentence and he subconsciously flexed his fists, recalling a male many years ago.

He had been human too, this man. But instead of Alessa, he had been trying his luck with the newly changed Angel. She had been not even a day old – as a vampire – when he had walked into the room Derek had rented for her. Derek himself had been away to buy her clothing, and had only just walked in when she was about to kill the man. He had pulled her off, yes, but he had wanted to rip the man’s head off himself. Well… once he’d found out why his presence caused his new fledgling to break down entirely. He had held her in his arms as she sobbed, and the memory still made him livid.

As Derek returned to the present, Alessa was leaning on the wall, and asking him what they should do with the human. He almost smirked. Almost. Why would he want to be leader? She already looked to him on most things. He didn’t like how she was fighting to keep the bastard alive though. Derek himself wanted to leave him dead in the streets. Of course he couldn’t, but he wanted to. Next time he tried this with a woman, she might be human, and she would have no way of escaping. Hell, how many women had he already mistreated? Maybe even killed? His protective instincts were demanding he kill the male.

And he was going to. Oh yes, he was going to. Point in case was that Derek did not like uncertainties. Leaving this man alive, they could not know whether or not he would remember anything, and Derek didn’t need him leaving descriptions around as he rambled. Some hunter might pick up on it, and then his family would be in danger. No, none of that. He couldn’t have that. See, that was the reason he always grabbed his prey from behind. Ever careful, Derek never let the victims see his face.

That way, he could leave them alive, and they would ramble about vampire, maybe, but they wouldn’t even have a scar to prove it, because the male always fed them a little of his blood afterwards and they’d heel right up. This, however, had been messy and complicated, and he didn’t like it. And so, Derek shook his head at all of Alessa’s suggestions and straightened, looking down at the human with determined eyes. “I don’t like the doubts – there are no guarantees any of it will work.” He told Alessa, although his eyes were on the human. “Let’s just kill the bastard.”

It was rather unlike Derek to be so callous about the life of a human, but he was nothing if not determined to protect his coven, and this scum could potentially jeopardize them. He continued, his plan spilling forth in calm, collected tones. “We’ll knock him out, place him out back, and then wait until someone comes out and sees him asleep. We will be cleared of any suspicions as he was now last seen alone. Then we’ll snatch him up and kill him. We’re moving soon in any case.”


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As Jasper heard Angel's meanicing threat in Italian; it made his inside's run cold. He was aware that he was running on borrowed time. He, of all people, knew that the vampire wasn't a very patient person. He seemed to be a particular favorite of his. What could be more wonderful, being the flavor of the month with a psychotic vampire? Jasper rolled his eyes; was this price he was paying for the one he loved? He supposed it wasn't all bad, Eva made it slightly more bareable as did some of the others in the covern. However, when they were hungry, there was no stopping them.

After he had dished up the food he had just prepared, the male looked up at Angel as she spoke. She was actually quite attractive. Then agian, Jasper supposed that was part of the lore. She was meant to be beautiful. Her repeated question was venous and caused the man to do something out of character for just a split second; he let fear fill his eyes. He was scared, he annoyed Angel by playing games. Now, the male wasn't sure whether he was going to enjoy this experience or not.

Almost as soon as he let his fear show in his eyes, Jasper turned away from her to look at the fellow human in the room. Now there was a sign of true beauty. Eva was beautiful, Jasper had no denying that; even when she was recovering from being bitten. He was still a little angry about that, as he always was when he saw her in that state. However, he knew the whole thing was completely pointless. She was totally... enthralled by Derek, she was more than willing for him to take from her, as was the dark haired male standing in the kitchen. He blinked and shook his head, aware that he hadn't spoken for quite some period of time. 'Eva, your meal's on the side here.' He began, giving a small smile. He didn't want to be fed on here. Not in front of Eva. The poor girl had expierenced enough without watching that sort of event. 'Will you excuse us for a few minutes?' He asked Eva before gesturing to Angel. 'After you my dear.' They'd probably go to her bedroom, she may even do it in the corrider if she was that desperate. Jasper gulped. He was genuinely scared.


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The vampire was not at all pleased with her treatment. She wasn't at all in possession of a large ego, but she did believe her well being came before theirs. She slid from her perch and was literally at Jasper's throat in mere milliseconds. Her hand was around his throat as she slammed him as gently as was possible; just enough to jar his fragile body without dislocating or breaking anything. She placed her face dangerously close to his and bared her fangs with a low growl that she had perfected over the centuries. "I think you've forgotten a couple things, so let me remind you. One is that you are here for one reason and one reason alone. And that is to provide us with sustenance. Eva, Adonis, and any other.human that is procured is not your concern. We are top priority. Two is I do not tolerate rudeness. I was here first and I asked rather politely. I will not be disrespected again, especially not in my own home and certainly not by a pet."

"Don't forget why you are here again. Because I won't hesitate to break each and every one of your limbs. I can not drain humans, but I hold no guilty conscious about killing them through other means." Though she was rather famished before, she was feeling rather irate and disrespected at the moment. She slid her fangs back into hiding and released her would-be meal. "We ask only for one thing from you lot and you can't even do that. Maybe you'd learn better manners after a thorough beating." She mused, walking away. Angel wasn't really a bully. She was really sweet...just not when you happened to have a heartbeat. She didn't hate humans. She just could no longer see them as anything but a meal and pets and was inclined to treat them as such. She was nice to them when they were good and punished them accordingly. It was how things worked in her mind; she had moved up on the food chain. She was a predator now. And it would be a cold day in Hell before she would let her prey, or a man get away with disrespecting her.

She was growling as she prowled through the shadows down the halls and up the stairs. She was tense, wanting to drive her fists into something. To claw something and just scream! But she settled for retreating to her room, slamming the door behind her. To the wall if candy! The entire wall on the left side of her room looked like she robbed a candy store. Jars upon jars of delicious, glorious, sugary treats! They always made her feel better. She was quick to open a jar and snatch out thirteen mini Crunch bars, taking them to her piano. With one already opened and stuffed in her mouth, she went back to work on her tribute to Metallica. Her fingers began to dance furiously across the ebony and ivory keys but gradually softened as she devoured the chocolates. But, that still didn't stave the hunger - But she still wasn't in the mood to feed from Jasper. She really did feel that she would kill him if she tried.


He smirked, catching her as the tree fell over, toppling him as well. His arms were wrapped around her again and his mouth was occupied taking care of hers. He knew that she wasn't exactly happy about the human girl having touched him, and he was glad of it. He loved to rile her up. He didn't ask the girl to touch him - Hell no! But what sort of lover would he be to withhold such information from his one (and only) lady? A terrible, horrendous lover. That's what kind. Pleased with his work, he roughly flipped Helena onto her back, tearing his lips from hers as he looked down at her. Each and every day spent with her was heaven, especially moments like this. He dipped his head down and lapped up the plethora of blood from her body, dipping inside of her.

Some one hour later...

He was standing over her, covered in blood, sweat, mud, twigs, and leaves. Every muscle was tense as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Why don't we go get us a new toy?" A smirk creeped across his lips as he caught the scent of the last female and took off towards her. He knew she would be hiding now, all out of energy and praying for a cellular signal that would never come. Oh, no. It wouldn't in this thick forest. That was his favorite part of living so deeply into the woods everywhere they went. Nobody to hear the tormented screams, nobody ever came to search for the bodies here. Hell, the wolves took care of the bodies before the investigation got anywhere near their property.

The wind somewhat set straight his hair that had been unsettled by Helena's fervent tugging. Just the fresh memory kept his body aroused as he let out a cry of pent up emotion - In a good way. He just needed to yell! But he soon went silent as he came upon the girl, immediately leaping into a tree seven feet away. He hunkered down like a lion ready to pounce. He had completely switched into the mindset of hunting, placing his thoughts of Helena at the back of his mind for now. The girl was clinging to the tree with a paring knife, her cheeks stained with tears as she choked back dry sobs. He gave a soft Tsk, tsk, tsk.

"Poor child. Are you lost?" He leapt down next to her, smirking as she squealed and scrambled away, cutting herself against the bark. She clung to the knife for dear life with both hands, stabbing the air between them. "You stay away from me, you creep!" The blonde cried before slashing at him. "What the Hell are you? You freak! You reel in girls with your little Twilight act and rape them and kill them and, and, and..." She ran out of steam and crumpled to the ground, sobbing. "Please don't kill me. I left my car at the bar. My cat will starve to death. It's not even my car. It's my mom's. I'm not twenty-two. I'm seventeen. I just have really big boobs and eyeliner." Kristof lifted a brow as she sputtered everything. "I'm not going to kill you." She looked up at those words, wiping tears from her eyes. She was scooting backwards some. "W...w...what're you gonna do to me...?"


Dmitri smiled through the drying tears at Kaleigh, doing his best to stay strong during this time. He hated that he had shed even a single tear in front of her, though those tears were for her. He had never shed a tear for her, only cursing Helena and making more trouble for himself. But never had he witnessed the things Helena had done to Kal. It was monstrous and deranged - Not unlike the undead red-head. He still kept his eyes on Kaleigh as she mouthed the words. He tightened his jaw and gave a terse nod. "I know. I've been working on it." He did the same as she, mouthing the words slowly and repeating them a couple of times.

It would be hard, of course. Helena wasn't just going to let them go and it seemed like the only one who cared about them, or him, rather, was Lucan. Would Lucan help them run? Hell, he might run with them. Dmitri had gotten to know the man enough to know that he wasn't fully comfortable with his Covenmates. But it would still be two humans and one vampire against four vampires. They had no-one else in the world that could even stand a chance against them. Hell, they had no-one. If they could make it to a police station...Dmitri knew that they were listed as missing persons. They could say they were kidnapped. It was true, but they wouldn't say anything about them being vampires. They'd be committed to an asylum.

But it would draw attention to the Coven. Unwanted attention. Dmitri figured that they could move far, far away. Lucan had told him many times about Forebearers...They were what he called honorable vampires. Dmitri was...entranced by the idea of them and figured that with one of those Covens would be the safest place for them.


He was barely listening to Annabelle, promptly slamming the door behind her. She was a wierdo; like Angiluzza. Just...not as frightening. She was nice enough when she wanted to be, but then again, so were the rest of them. He heard his stomach growling at him, realizing that all he had eaten that day was nachos at the theater. The chips had been stale and the cheese was cold. Frowning, he sighed heavily and dramatically before trudging slowly out of his room, leaving the door ajar before making his way to the hatch and lowering the ladder.

He had turned around the corner just in time to catch the scene between Angiluzza and Jasper. He shrunk into the shadows of the dimly lit home as she breezed past, knowing that she knew he was there anyways. After hearing her door shut, he shrugged and shoved his hands into the pockets of the baggy, whitewashed jeans he wore and made his way into the kitchen. "You still got a lot to learn, newbie." He chuckled with a smirk as he moved past Jasper. He never called Jasper or Eva by their names. He didn't feel like he could relate to either of them so he didn't bother getting too close. Eva was like a little sister to him, of course. But...he didn't get as close to her as she would like to think.

It was all an act.

He removed his hands from his pockets and reached up into the cabinet above the sink, fishing out a pack of Maruchan Ramen Beef noodles. Since arriving in the US, he didn't get to eat his native foods as much as he would have liked. For so long, he lived off of Ramen noodles, saltine crackers, and leftovers from the trash. Sometimes he got lucky enough to eat a microwave dinner. But that was a while ago. Since living with the Forebearers, he never went without a warm meal. He was grateful for the days when Alessa took him out for authentic Brazilian food, though he hated feeling as though there was no way that he could ever repay her. She would never drink from him and he couldn't really protect her. He felt a bit emasculated by the fact, but he made up for it by getting her little trinkets. They were from quarter machines, but it was the thought that counted. Right?

He opened the bag of Ramen and began to break off chunks and eating them. "Lesson number one: Don't deny them food. Not even for a minute." Angiluzza had broken his nose and arm once before when she found out that he had denied Annabelle feeding because he wasn't in the mood. That was during his first month and it never happened again. After he stopped resisting, he learned life was a lot easier with them.


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Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Jasper Roberts
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The couch was comfortable, almost too much so. Eva hunched forward, tapping her nails along the glass in short rhythms. Her fingers alternated through the pattern until the noise because too dizzying. She paused to sigh, bringing the glass to her lips with both hands to down the remainder of it. Shakily she set the empty glass on a stack of milk crates serving as a side table. She leaned forward, watching Jasper move throughout the kitchen unconcerned with Angel’s leering glare and animalistic posture. She flinched as he froze when the vampire leaned in and threatened him. Biting her tongue, she closed her eyes to try and ignore the virtual action thriller emerging in their kitchen. She had had enough of their feeding today. Derek had never been so aggressive. What had changed? She rubbed at her eyes and sighed, looking over towards Jasper again to see him portioning his cooking of the day. He looked over his shoulder at her, smiling weakly. Eva smiled back, trying to convey that she was worried for him, that she cared for him. They had become close since she had joined the coven as a pet. He had taught her so much. Now she wished she could help him, defend him, tell Angel off. But they had no right. This was what they had signed up for after all. But Angel was always the most imposing. The more Eva spent time around her, the more she felt like the Italian vampire was the most…vindictive. Then again, they all could be that way. Derek had certainly shown her that today.

“Eva, your meal's on the side here,” Jasper explained. Eva shook her head before nodding, her cloudy mind tuning into his words. She saw the plate he had left for her and she smiled wider, licking her lips. “Thank-you,” she smiled. “Will you excuse us for a few minutes?” he asked gently. Eva shrugged and looked away then, knowing he was being polite but recognizing that he was also heading to a separate room with Angel alone. It was unsettling today to know that. She couldn’t say why. She had never thought of it in that way before. Her lack of comment had Jasper gesturing to Angel for them to head for their bedrooms, his endearing nature continuing. Eva sincerely hoped his pleasantries would buy him a more favorable experience.

Eva stood up clumsily, tucking the blanket around her shoulders tighter, and walked back into the kitchen as the two exited. She could hear the hum of Angel’s verbal licking as the two proceeded to private room and she continued to feel unnerved as she claimed her dinner, a fork, and the remainder of the jug of orange juice from the fridge. She didn’t want to be out in the open. She felt exposed. So slowly she moved to the stairs and taking them slowly she managed to make her way back up stairs. In thought she verbalized her every motion to keep herself focused and her hearing focused on the mental sound of her voice and not the noises of anyone else.

When she got to her door she was thankful and when she closed it behind her she felt relieved. The sight of all of Derek’s gifts again was somewhat overwhelming and she set the juice and her dinner on her bed, taking the time to clear a spot on her nightstand and to set his most recent unopened gift aside. She moved around her room slowly still, turning on an old TV set on a nightstand on the opposite side of her bed and booting up an old DVD player. She pulled out a digital copy of one of her favorite black and white films – the 1964 version of My Fair Lady. Eva had always been a sucker for classic films but for some reason the story called to her. As she hit play she moved back to her bed, propping herself up against the wall with her dinner in her lap to eat and watch, keeping the volume loud enough to drown anything she didn’t want to hear without being so loud that Adonis could hear it word for word – something he had complained about on occasion. She had to wonder absently where everyone was as the opening credits rolled, and moreover what mood they were in.


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Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Scarlett Wilsten Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Roxanne Tataeu Character Portrait: Lucan Norvel
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Lucan leaned his head back, running his fingers through his hair. Where was Rox?! Humans were good for some sex, but they just weren't sturdy enough for him to reach his peak. He frowned and threw himself onto his bed, closing his eyes. His mind wandered as he thought about the time when he was a Forbearer. If he had such a chance to 'rise'...He would. They weren't just his Coven; They were a family. Dysfunctional, but a family nonetheless. He would never be able to shake from his mind the look on Nicholas' face when he was thrown out by him.

That disappointing gaze haunted his dreams.

He rolled over as another equally hurt face entered his thoughts; Angiluzza. She had helped teach him everything he knew about surviving as a vampire. She wasn't chatty, but she played the most beautiful music he ever heard. She was the older sister he never had. He was a shameless man, but the guilt of disappointing them was one he couldn't shake. He sighed and opened his eyes before sitting up. Why was he even thinking about them right now? He should be thinking about destroying Rox as soon as she came home.

He licked his lips hungrily and made his way out of his room and...where was he going? His wolf pups followed behind him curiously as he simply wandered the house aimlessly with a blank mind.


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Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Annabelle Jefferson Character Portrait: Isaac Warren Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo Character Portrait: Jasper Roberts
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Adonis watched as Jasper merely glared before walking away. He never did really like the guy anyways. He was stupid, that's why. Eva was stupid, too. He was the only smart human here. He was the only one who took the entire situation as seriously as it needed to be – He knew that he could die any day either by the hand of the Coven members or the hands of others. He didn't fantasize that he was completely safe with them – Except for Alessa. He knew he'd be safe around her, always. Even though he was a total dick and often teased everyone...minus Derek and Angiluzza. The boy shrugged and simply made his way back to his room, not bothering to stop and ask Angel if she wanted a bite; She found his blood type revolting. Which he was kind of glad for. No, he simply went back to his attic room and locked it up for the night.

Angiluzza had stopped pounding the the piano keys shortly after. Her instincts were going off wildly, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She eased up from her seat and slid quietly out of her room and down the hall. She could hear...Adonis cursing himself upstairs...Jasper mumbling about what he had gotten himself into...Eva's movie; My Fair Lady was a good choice but Eliza's damn voice was so annoying. But...There was something else. Running. It wasn't Derek and Alessa...They took the car. Annie and Isaac were talking about the house.

Angiluzza's fangs immediately slid out with an audible click as she pulled her lips over her teeth and hissed. Who the fuck was coming, then? And with Alessa and Derek both gone...Angiluzza wasn't very happy about it. “Annie...Isaac...Come here, now.” She spoke evenly, though not shouting. She knew they'd hear anyways. As she reached the front door, they were by her side in an instant. “What's wrong, Nina?” Annie tilted her head quizzically, as did Isaac until they heard what Angel had heard. They both bared their fangs in response as the running became walking...up the the door.

And then the doorbell rang.

They were knocked back by the strong scent of fresh blood, almost overwhelming them. And another scent. Six, to be exact. Three of them were highly familiar. “Knockity knockity.” came a condescending voice that was the deep baritone of Paul Johnson. A woman's giggle followed; Morganna del Rio. Silence was heard on Gaspard's end while three more female giggles were heard. Angiluzza opened up the door with a yank, hissing lowly. Paul laughed with a sneer and attempted to push past the three at the door. “Now, now. Is that any way to treat old friends?” He gave a tut tut as Annie stepped forward. “Old friends my ass.” She hissed at him. Angel held her back with a single hand, her face placid.

“What do you want? Derek and I have already said no. And the answer is still the same.”

A few centuries ago, Paul and his troupe had come knocking on the Coven's door, offering Derek and Angiluzza a place in their Coven. But, they were Fallen and of course the pair was far from interested, engaging battle with them – But the slippery fucks had used pawns to make their escape. Angel couldn't stand them. Isaac was staring hard at them, his face contorted into a look of pure hatred.

“Well, we don't take kindly to rejections. Surely you didn't think we were just going to let you go, eh? Plus you did kill off Renata, Kiko, and Leann. I really did like those three.” Paul faux-pouted before snickering. Angiluzza didn't give them a chance to strike first, her fist flying out and meeting Paul's jaw, sending him half way across the yard. Her hit was immediately responded to by Morganna and Gaspard tackling her into the house while Annie and Isaac engaged the three 'groupies' at the front door still. Angiluzza didn't like being pinned down, flashbacks hitting her one after one as she clawed, kicked, and bit the two on top of her.

She didn't take long to get a grip, grabbing them both by the neck and tossing them away from her as though they were rag dolls. Well, there went the kitchen. Isaac had just been put through the living room wall, smashing into the television. The groupies had just stopped when they noticed the sound coming from Eva's room and the screaming coming from Adonis' attic and ditched their fight immediately, heading towards the stairs. Angiluzza might have paused to go and stop them...

Might have.

But she had her own to handle. She could hear Adonis on the phone in the attic, frantically screaming for Derek and Alessa to hurry. No doubt that it was Alessa he had called; He was too scared to ask for Angel's or Derek's. Angel was blindsided by Gaspard who punched her in the back of the head, Morganna following suit by delivering a kick to Angel's chest, sending her into a wall. Paul was about to join the fight...Until he caught sight of a scared shitless Jasper. Angel didn't have time to move for him in defense because Gaspard and Morganna were now trying to tear her in half. Angel wanted to scream out as the human that she had thought about killing earlier was killed right before her eyes.

Isaac and Annabelle had grabbed the two women heading up the stairs by the backs of their necks and yanked them down, throwing them into a wall behind them. The pair were quick to dodge the bits of rubble thrown at them, moving ever closer with each dodge until they were within five feet. They jumped onto the two girls and hacked away at their necks with their fangs, clinging to the young vampires with every bit of strength that they had. They could not let these two upstairs because Eva would be the first to go. And then they would bust down Adonis' attic door. They had already lost Jasper - They couldn't lose their other two! It didn't take too long from the gnashing teeth and tugging hands for their heads to detach from the women's bodies. Feeling victorious and strong, they headed to take on Paul now.

Angel roared in pain as she pulled her arms together, causing her two targets to slam into each other. She saw red now, everything moving being a target. She bit deeply into Morganna's neck, ripping off her flesh and clawing her. Formal training went out the window as primal survival instincts took over. She was literally growling as she fought, intent on ripping them limb from limb. She could hear Paul's taunts as he took on Annie and Isaac in the background, seeming to be enraged underneath by the fact that his groupies were killed off so easily. Paul glanced over at Annie, dodging an incoming punch with ease, grabbing her arm and offering another 'tut tut tut' as he slammed her into poor Isaac.

Angiluzza heard a rip as Gaspard's head came off, watching as Morganna broke down into tears. Using the redhead's moment of weakness, Angel leapt onto her and twisted her head clean around and pulled until it came off. The sound of her head coming off was followed suit immediately by two more of the kind...What was that? She looked over to see Annabelle and Jasper without heads and a whole new kind of rage filled her body. She ran to Paul and leapt up, landing on his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his neck tightly and beginning to pull up from his jaw and the back of his head. She felt his hands grab her waist as he slammed her down, putting a hole in the floor. She wondered where Eva was. Was she still in her room? And Adonis...? Wait - She could hear Adonis still screaming into the phone. She focused solely on her fight now - she refused to let go until Paul's head came off. She was slammed repeatedly into the floor and into the wall as her nails dug into his flesh, one of them breaking off; acrylic.

Finally, she heard the sound that she wanted to hear and she fell off of him as he fell down, his head in her hands. Angiluzza was lying on top of Annabelle and Isaac, soaking in their blood as she entered a daze. They were gone. Both of them. She didn't give a shit about Jasper's death - He was getting on her last nerve, anyways. But her sister and little brother died...It was six against three and only one survived...

You know...Nicholas and Alessa will blame you for these deaths. You were the eldest here. Two food sources gone, an Enforcer, and the only Procurer. That leaves us down to three Vampires and only two humans.

We were outnumbered! Isaac was so young! Gaspard and Morganna and Paul were all just barely younger than me.

Aww. Too hard? You sound like a whiny little brat trying to make excuses. There is no excuse and everyone knows it. This. Is. All. Your. Fault.

We'll be fine with just Adonis and Eva and we can always get replacements!

You'll be fine with just Eva and Adonis...? Is that so? You realize that nobody but Nicholas feeds from Eva? Alessa fears to feed from Adonis. And you find both of their blood types absolutely revolting. The only human here with a use is Eva and the only person benefiting from her use is Nicholas. You and Alessa are shit out of luck because Adonis is pretty much useless. But you're fine right...? You fucked up, Angiluzza. You fucked up.

Angiluzza curled up in the pool of blood, seeming to nestle against the bodies as she sobbed. She could hear Adonis still frantically screaming into the phone. "Alessa! Apresse casa! Não está lutando! Eu não sei quem está aqui, mas Jasper estava gritando e Angel é louca e eu não sei onde é Eva e Annabelle e Isaac não posso ouvi-los! Depressa, por favor! Eu não posso ouvir mais nada!"


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Helena the Bloody

Helena tilted her head rather slowly as she listened, her face expressionless for once safe for the slightly widened, blood-red eyes she sported at all times. She could feel him at her side, could sense the second he let his fangs slide out. She knew the sound so very well. After all, she had heard it countless times, both as he bit into her, but also when he bit into others. It was a sound which never failed to make her reach out, a hand landing on his upper arm, just to feel him physically since she could not see him. The contact was enough of a substitute.

Then, however, the human spoke and Helena’s own fangs slid forth in irritation as a soft growl escaped her, one which could only be heard by Kristof as the female vampire took a few steps away, closing her red eyes to focus her energy. Fortunately Kristof was there. If he hadn’t been, this would be around the time Helena tore out the irritating human’s throat. The mere sound of her voice now irked the redhead. While it was slightly amusing, Helena much preferred the fear. It was not supposed to disappear this easily!

Helena could feel the human’s eyes on her, but she did not move. Instead the coven leader remained perfectly still, her hands at her sides, eyes closed as she listened, her posture relaxed but alert. Then Kristof spoke again and Helena noted the moment the girl let her silly little metal thing fall to the forest floor. But still she did not react. She stood quiet, still as a statue even as she sensed both of them turning to move towards her, Kristof of course reaching her first. She already knew what came next. Kristof had told her once that he did not wish to sire vampires, so of course he would use her blood to change the human girl. Helena forced back her irritation, part of her grounded enough to know that Kristof wanted this one.

Besides, Helena felt fairly certain she would not find another human like… like Kaleigh. Oh, Kaleigh! Her poor little pet was still chained to the table, wasn’t she? The thought made a sadistic grin curve her full, red lips as Kristof brushed her hair to the side, her neck now presented to him without a second obstacle. She felt his hand in her hair and she let him tilt her head back, the grin still remaining as she moaned lowly with his bite. The hand remained, keeping her head in place as he moved back, and soon Helena felt a stranger’s tongue licking her pale, smooth skin. She remained in place, knowing very well that the dominance as well as the display turned Kristof on.

The girl’s tongue and lips barely caused any reaction from Helena. Kristof’s hand in her hair, however, had her humming with contentment, her lids still covering the red of her eyes. Next Helena heard Kristof move and then a crack as he snapped the head of the human while she was distracted. From the puncture wounds Kristof had made on her neck, blood trickled down slowly, undisturbed. As he spoke, Helena hummed softly, adding drily “Let’s hope she comes back less irritating.” With that, Kristof’s teeth were back inside her neck, and she moaned, her hands finally moving to clasp him to her, keeping her body meshed with his.

Everything else escaped her mind when Kristof pinned her against another tree and let her soar once more. She did however notice when he merely kicked the human out of the way and the cruel disregarded forced a giggle from her, even as a moan attempted to escape at the same time. All too soon the pleasure ended, however, and just as the human stopped screaming, Kristof pulled away. Helena easily moved onto her feet once more. She was swimming in the bliss of her orgasm – in the tranquil clarity, but still she let the red of her eyes land on Kristof as he spoke. His words made her giggle.

She put a hand up as though in class before she spoke up. “We might also just do it for fun,” she added, not caring that the girl might end up scared. Which she didn’t. What was wrong with her? The irritation was back, doubling only when Kristof moved to help her up. She growled deep in her throat, eyes narrowing slightly, but the girl’s words made Helena’s mind go in a whole other direction. Kaleeeiiigh! Helena grinned suddenly. “Oh, I know!” She spoke, knowing Kristof would understand that it meant she had a solution to that particular problem. “Let’s go make little Dee Dee very sad,” she chirped, already speeding off to the basement. She was there in no time, bursting through the door very abruptly.

It smelled like… tears. And blood. But they were both still in their places. Keeping Kaleigh alive anymore was only going to make Dmitri think he’d won something, and it was going to make him want to escape more… for her, no matter how futile. Now, she could kill Dmitri, but really… what was the fun in that? He’d only be freed from his misery, and she’d never have truly broken him. This… however, just might do the trick. A gleeful grin spread on her face she turned to Dmitri. “Have you ever wondered,” she began as she waited for the others to join her, approaching him slowly, “what it would feel like to have the one thing you love… die in front of you?” Her grin widened, completely ignoring the now frantic sobbing from Kaleigh.

Derek Fleitner

Derek couldn’t help chuckling when Alessa fought to get onto the roof of the building. She looked clumsy for a vampire, really, but then, Alessa had never really achieved the grace he had. It was odd really, since she was the same age, but nope… she’d always been different like that. Or maybe he was different. But nah, it was probably just Alessa. Even Angel was more graceful than their beloved coven leader. Alessa’s strengths were not physical in any way. No, her strength was in her inspiration. As a leader, Alessa left most of what would normally befall her, to him. Not because she was lazy, but because she wanted the best possible to take care of important jobs.

So he was charged with them, and really, Alessa was a genius when it came to figuring out another’s strengths. She had everyone do what they did best and perhaps that was why, in spite of her lack of… well, control, everyone in the coven accepted her. She did not lead because she was the best – she led because she did so without dominance. Honestly Derek wouldn’t do too well under the hand of someone who tried to domineer him every step of the way. He’d been there, he’d done that, and he’d gone his own ways regardless. Luckily so, because if he hadn’t he would’ve been quite fallen by now. She’d certainly done her best to convince him, his maker.

When she settled next to him, he glanced at her quietly before his eyes landed on the dead human in the alley. Then she spoke, and he smiled wryly. “You did indeed,” he agreed lowly, still not looking at her. He was eager for this hunt to end. Not because he wanted away from Alessa, but because he simply got restless when the two of them were away from the house for long simultaneously, leaving vampires half their age to defend if something was to happen. He let a sigh pass his lips. He was patient, but the world around him waited for no one, and if something happened while the two leaders were away, it would be on Derek’s shoulders. He was the protector.

Her quote made him quirk an eyebrow, gaze searching the streets beneath them. “A Midsummer Night’s Dream, if I recall correctly. Act 3, scene 2.” He glanced at her with a playful smirk at that. “If you’re going to quote Shakespeare, at least make it challenging,” he told her teasingly. He didn’t really care to battle her on it, but back in the days of Shakespeare himself, much of Derek’s circle had been rather wealthy, and quite prone to the works of the man. In simple turns, he had watched many a play. He had even had a few interesting conversations with the man and Alessa had chosen one of the most well-known quotes from one of the most well-known plays.

The sound of Alessa’s phone ringing then, caused Derek to frown lightly, wondering who would be calling her now. The others usually didn’t call either of them when they were out hunting. When his pseudo sister picked up, Derek watched her carefully, considering every intake of breath, and every frantic word on the other end. It was Adonis, and of course he was speaking Portuguese, one of the few languages Derek hadn’t bothered learning. He did know Spanish, though, along with Italian and French, and so most of it made some kind of sense. Someone was there and he needed them to hurry home.

Derek stood immediately, jumping off the roof to hit the ground on all fours. Then he immediately straightened, looking up at Alessa. “I don’t know exactly what he said, but I know we need to hurry, so come on. We’ll leave the human and skip town. Our DNA isn’t in any database, so we should be fine.” He looked back at forth, his body brimming with what to humans would work much like adrenaline. In vampires it was the instinct… to kill, to protect. If anything had happened to his coven – anyone in his coven, Derek was sure to seek revenge. He was impatient now more than ever and he needed Alessa to get the hell down. When she finally did, he hurried to the car and slid into the driver’s side. This may be her car, but they needed to hurry, so he was driving.

Fortunately it didn’t take them long to reach the house, but they did, the air was permeated with the scent of blood and Derek stepped forward slowly. No strangers were alive present at current – he could tell as much, so that meant he could do nothing, but three scents were much too familiar. He sped up, bursting through the door only to freeze briefly at the sight, his eyes scanning the scene.

Angel was huddled in a pool of blood, hulking and sobbing uncontrollably. The room was littered with dead bodies, three of which belonged to members of his coven. Annabelle, Jasper, Isaac… Derek stood there for a moment, staring at the bloodshed. He didn’t doubt who had done this; the perpetrators were dead at his feet as well. “Angel,” he breathed suddenly as he came back to himself, and he hurried forward, not caring that he soaked himself in blood as he sank to his knees next to her. She was the only one he could help right now. The others were… beyond him, and so he chose to focus his energy on her. Alessa could deal with their remaining humans; a vampire who was completely out of it was a danger to everyone, and so he simply needed to prioritize.

Derek moved a hand to Angel’s cheek, wiping tears from it as he watched her. Then suddenly he leaned forward and pulled her into his embrace, holding her like a little girl as he more or less cradled her in his arms. He’d not seen her like this in centuries, and it still did not sit right with him in any way. It just… felt wrong. “Shh,” he added softly as he held her, trying to make her calm down.


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#, as written by Vix

Angiluzza was damn near completely unaware of her current surroundings. Everywhere that she looked, all she saw was the deaths of Jasper and her 'siblings' on repeat. She just couldn't get it out of her mind...She could feel her body back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. She soon felt arms around her and began to struggle against the arms, feeling immediately threatened again as she cried out. “No! Get off of me!” Her cry became more of a roar until she felt Derek's fingers wiping the tears from her face, smearing some of the blood. But the blood smearing didn't matter to her because Derek was holding her. She practically crumbled in his arms, leaning into him as he lulled her with a soft 'shh'. “I'm so sorry,” she whispered softly, closing her eyes shut and cringing against him.

“I tried to protect them! I did...But it-” She choked up and broke down into more sobs as her body went limp. How could they have fended them off on their own? They hadn't gotten to their 'breakfast' yet and it was...unexpected. No! There was no excuse at all! Derek had trained her and she had trained as formally as it got with her Senseis for over three decades! How in the hell could she have been so defenseless against them?! She berated herself mentally over and over again. She would have been slamming her head into a wall except she was limp, tired, and there weren't that many walls nearby suitable for that sort of beating.

Instead, she looked up weakly, sniffling. “ fault. And I'm so sorry. Please don't make me go...Don't let me go.” Her voice was as soft of a whisper as it could possibly be. She lowered her head back down, resting it against his chest as she fought back the hysteric fit threatening to overwhelm her. She was reflexively breathing as though hyperventilating, finding the feeling of not being really out of breath so strange and frightening; it had been a while since she breathed. She imagined that was what it felt like to drown, driving her further down the road to hysterics. Her body went from limp to rigid as though she were physically bracing herself for hysteria to slam into her.


Kristof chuckled as Helena remarked that they just might kill the girl off simply because they felt like it. He almost sneered as the girl cowered as soon as his beloved left. “Come on.” Kristof didn't trust the girl as far as he could thro- Well. Considering his strength, that particular phrase was somewhat useless. The point is that he didn't trust the girl enough to let her run off on her own nor to follow him. He motioned for her to come with him, though on a second thought he grabbed her wrist. As they ran, he did his best to move at the pace that was her peak so he didn't just end up dragging her along like dead weight.

He knew exactly what Helena had in her twisted little mind, which did make his lips curl into a devious smirk. To break Dmitri...Now that was something that he would like to see. It had been ten years – Ten years was longer than any human had ever survived with them. At least as far as the slaves went. He couldn't deny that the human intrigued him. But not enough to really care for him; The only person that he cared about was Helena. Though he was positive that little Kelsey was already scheming on how to seduce her way into the black hole that his heart used to exist within.

As she grunted for him to wait, he ignored the request as they had only just come up to the house. He released her hand but kept going, causing her to stumble and fall; how ungraceful. He sighed and breezed on in, finding Lucan pacing and Scarlet cleaning. He smirked “You missed a spot.” His fist went through the nearest wall. “Clean it up.” He spit on the floor nearby before heading down into the basement, Kelsey in tow right behind him, her eyes looking about in wonder. “What happened here?” Her mouth hung open and her eyes got wide. “Great sex.” Kristof chuckled, a chill going down his spine as he remembered just how much he had enjoyed it.

He was at Helena's side soon enough, wrapping his arms about her waist and pressing his face into her hair, inhaling slowly. “You're such a bitch sometimes,” He whispered softly, moving his face down to her neck, kissing her ivory flesh softly. “but its so God damned sexy.” He bared his fangs, though he didn't bite her as he looked over at poor little Kaleigh. “Well. Aren't you just a broken little bluebird?” Kaleigh cried out, pleading to be let go. But Kristof knew it wasn't going to work. It seemed as though Helena's need to break Dmitri was now priority over Kaleigh's wellbeing. Poor little thing – Kristof can't say he cared too much about her. She had no spirit. No fight in her. She was boring.


Dmitri had spent as much time as his voice would allow whispering to Kaleigh, trying to cheer her up in such a dismal situation. He told her about the time he accidentally glued his dad's hand to the doghouse and the time he replaced his cousin's refried beans with cat food. The soft smiles and light giggles warmed his heart – Did he truly love this girl that was nearly eight years his senior? Of course he did! How could he even question it? How could he not? She was so...Kaleigh. A sweet, innocent thing. And she loved him. One could not express in words how it made his heart soar to know it,

It had been silent for a while and he could hear pacing upstairs along with the sweeping of broken glass; Lucan and Scarlet? Probably. He sighed and slumped a little more until the sound of Helena's voice caused him to stir. His immediate reaction was to spit at her feet, but he caught himself before doing so, remembering that Kaleigh was at stake for his actions. He ground his teeth and looked away from her. That is, until Helena spoke a phrase that he had only heard in his frequent nightmares. She was soon joined by Kristof and a blonde...Great. A new vampire.

“Ohhh. He's cute! Can I have him?” She eyed him like the food that he was, inching closer. Dmitri kept quiet, his head held high and proud. He knew that he wasn't today's lunch...It was Kaleigh. The drastic measure he never thought Helena would take. How could she be so cruel?! It was true – She really had no heart. And Kristof wasn't any better. He looked over at the crying Kaleigh and his lips quivered as he fought another stream of tears. “You've already done that. Remember?” He hissed at her, remembering the day that he walked in ten years ago to see his then-future husband taking his last breath in Helena's arms.


Lucan glanced as Helena breezed in followed by Kristof and a new girl. Oh joy – A newborn. From the generation of the whores. He sighed but said nothing, for it wasn't his place. Typically, at least in the Forebearers' Coven, before a human was turned and joined the Coven, the whole Coven must agree first upon it. But Helena and Kristof generally just didn't give a fuck what the others wanted within the Coven or who they wanted. They did whatever pleased them. But he didn't mind so long as he had company and a home. And Rox...


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#, as written by Korrye

Eva had dozed off. Sitting still in her bed, her empty plate in her lap, the brunette had finally given into the tired weight of her body. Normally she was a light sleeper, so the knocks on the doors and noises from downstairs didn’t rouse her. She was captivated instead by a dream of Derek (but really, when wasn’t she dreaming about him?)

She was in her room, but not the current one she had made for herself in their house. No, she was in her home in Easton, the big house the one she had so desperately wanted to escape to New York from. The walls were painted a pale yellow, the color her mother had chose for her nursery when she hadn’t known the gender of her only child. It had never been a color Eva had admired and as she’d grown more drawn into fashion and theater and the stories of New York and Paris and London and Milan, her walls had gradually become plastered with posters and sketches and drawings. All of it remained. In the corner were a pair of dress forms and beside them a desk littered with fabric scraps and sewing paraphernalia. Tacked up along a bay window were fairy lights, which were turned on as the rest of the lights were shut off. A hundred candles were also lit and scattered across the room, all adding to the ambience, taking away from the cluttered walls.

Laid across her double bed was Eva herself, as she was currently, twenty one years old, her hair long, dark and curly. She was dressed in a black lace corset and stockings, kitten heels on her feet as she displayed herself for the man who stood in the center of the room. Derek smiled at her, unbuttoning a fitted white collar shirt that he wore. He strode across the room, eyes glued to her. As he approached the bed Eva rolled onto her back, pressing her hands to his shoulders without the hesitation she felt every day around him. No, she wanted him. She couldn’t deny how much she wanted to give herself over to him. Instead, however, he sat down on the edge of her bed instead of crawling over her. Derek sighed, stopping with undoing the buttons of his shirt. Immediately Eva sat up, drawing her hands over his left shoulder and under his right to clasp across his chest. She rested her chin on his shoulder. “Please,” she begged. He leaned his head into hers and she saw him smile. It was always a game. Suddenly he was whirling her back onto the bed, shifting with vampire speed to pin her hands and press her back into the numerous pillows. He hovered over top of her, his eyes taking in her frame. He leaned in, the tension building. Eva’s eyes fluttered and she closed them, inhaling deeply, wanting him to kiss her.

A loud crash forced her to open her eyes. Eva took in the surroundings of the house and the screams from downstairs, her plate sliding off her thighs and onto her bed. Her heart was immediately racing in her chest as she stumbled, her weak legs buckling as she moved to her bedroom door. She landed in a heap by it instead, pressing her face up to it to listen. She swallowed, hearing noises she didn’t think possible. Screeches, animalistic cries and shrieks. It didn’t last long as suddenly it was ended by the most wretched tearing noises and cries. Her heart lept into her throat then, as silence fell. Eva opened the door to her room and stood on the landing then, looking down wearily, so confused, so dazed. She could see Adonis, a phone in his hands, his voice frantic but his words beyond her. Instead she heard the most frantic and hysterical of cries coming from Angel.

"Alessa! Apresse casa! Não está lutando! Eu não sei quem está aqui, mas Jasper estava gritando e Angel é louca e eu não sei onde é Eva e Annabelle e Isaac não posso ouvi-los! Depressa, por favor! Eu não posso ouvir mais nada!
" It went on and on, building, the weeping growing. Eva’s eyes widened as she moved down the steps one at a time. As she turned the corner she was met with a blood bath that took the breath right out of her. She fell, her feet losing their grip. She bounced down three steps before her hands flew out to grip herself on the banister and wall. Her fingers slid through a spray of someone’s blood and she gaped, so stunned that for several minutes she didn’t know what to think. Angel’s hysterics were the only noise in the dead silent room that she could hear. Eva felt herself begin to hyperventilate as she took in the Italian vampire on her hands in knees, surrounded by the heads of strangers. “Oh..oh,” Eva gasped, her face knitting into uncontrolled sadness as she suddenly became aware that three of the bodies were not strangers as well. Isaac. Jasper. Oh dear Jasper. And Annabelle, blessed woman. They were all torn to shreds with the strangers, their heads and limbs so strewn about like someone had thought it a funny game. Fear caught her chest tightly but for some reason she was too stunned to cry.

The main door to the house flew open suddenly and Derek stepped in, his eyes going immediately to Angulizza. Eva leaned back into the stairs, her lips trembling as she saw Alessa behind him. Derek didn’t hesitate, he went straight to his hysterical companion on the floor, fighting her as she wept and pushed him away.

“Angel,” he whispered, sinking to his knees to bring her into his lap. “No! Get off of me!” she yelled. Eva watched the exchange continue, how Derek suddenly moved to caress the Italian’s cheek. Her cheek. Not Eva’s. No. He was coddling the threatening bitch who had an hour before wanted Jasper’s head for disobedience. Well she had it now didn’t she? Her friend was in the pile of bodies. Isaac too, the very man to whom she had grown close to. And Anna, the wise voice of them all. Eva felt her eyes burn then, not with sadness but hurt unaltered jealousy and fear.

“Shh,” he cooed. Eva gasped like she had been stabbed. How many times had he done that to her after feeding on her? It was no longer some special thing. She had convinced herself that he only treated her the way he did but it was so clear then that that wasn't the case. “I'm so sorry,” Angel apologized. “I tried to protect them! I did...But it-”

Eva’s eyes knitted, her lips twitching as she sucked in air so rapidly. Protect them? She had actively participated in all of it! For all Eva knew she had shredded their coven members in her ‘defensive’ rage.

“ fault. And I'm so sorry. Please don't make me go...Don't let me go,” she sniffed. Eva forced herself to get up then, her knees shaking as she suddenly forced herself down the stairs. She couldn’t see this. She didn’t want to see this. Derek was with her. It was so clear now. The dreams, everything had made it seem so real. She loved him, so loved him so much but months of this, months of merely being fed on and pleasing him, that’s all it was. This display, this coddling and whispering and consolation was so much a display of affection to Angel. It was so much more than she had gotten in months. What did that say about how he felt about her? She knew she had to leave. She had to get out of this horrific house, away from them all.

She threw herself through the open door and started to run.


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Alessa laughed at Derek’s response. It was a greatly well-known quote. Perhaps she would have to do some more reading; make the quotes more challenging to guess. Then again, Derek most likely read any book she could pick up, as he wasn’t much younger than she.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she quickly pulled it out. Who would call them while out hunting? If anyone needed anything, they knew where it was. They knew that they shouldn’t be contacting others while out hunting; unless something was wrong. Looking at the phone, she saw who called. Adonis. She pressed the phone up to her ear, listening to the human speak in frantic Portuguese. He shouted over the ruckus. Why was there ruckus? Alessa asked the question, speaking very fast. Maybe too fast. She took a deep breath and spoke slower, slow enough thcat Adonis could understand. Derek, she knew, didn’t know perfect Portuguese, but knew enough to understand that they had to go. Now.

He leapt off the roof, waiting for Alessa. She jumped, barely hearing him talk about leaving the human. What human? Nothing else mattered besides her family at home. The two were in the car and driving home in no time, the speed of the Lamborghini coming in handy. She begged, demanded Adonis to stay on the phone, not wanting to be cut off from the only connection she had. She asked about Eva; where was she? The vampires could handle themselves, but the humans were virtually defenseless.

A miles from the house, Alessa heard growls. Being 1601 years old, her hearing was extremely acute. The closer they got, the quieter things became, and the more anxious and terrified Alessa became. Derek paid no mind to reassigns, driving as fast as the car could go, seeming a blur to passing pedestrians and other vehicles.
hey came to a halt in front of the house, and neither of them though to be rational. Alessa ripped through her seatbelt, nearly unhinging the door from the rest of the car. The door was gone. More terror. Inside, Alessa gasped at the sight of blood. The new home was drenched in red, covered in bodies. Oh, no. Who was missing?! Adonis was in his room; she memorized his breathing pattern along with Eva’s, who was nearby. Derek immediately consoled a mourning and frantic Angiluzza on the ground, and, looking closer, the remains of the rest of the coven and blood pet was on the ground. If she hadn’t fed, Alessa would be frantic, but, if she hadn’t left to feed, this wouldn’t have happened.

Suddenly, Eva burst from the room. Adonis was alive, Angiluzza was in Derek’s hands. Eva needed help. She sprinted to catch up to her, standing in her path to catch her and embrace her in a hug. She held her tight, murmuring how everything was alright. But was it really? Sitting on a rock, Alessa sat Eva next to her, telling the human to talk. Alessa would talk next.


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Helena the Bloody

Before Helena even registered much of a reply from Dmitri, Kristof was behind her, his arms wrapping around her slender form, pulling her naked skin closer to his. She let herself be yanked up against him, enjoying the feeling of him. They might have been rather… active, during today. But it still had not made up for the extensive absence. But it was mostly her mind which had suffered from the distance between them. Not that her body hadn’t missed him, because it certainly had. She arched her back just slightly, pushing forth her breasts and giving his lips easier access to her neck. She could feel his mouth so very near the flesh he enjoyed drinking from. Then, as he finished speaking, a tender kiss was placed where his teeth most often bit into her.

The words caused the ancient vampire to grin, her eyes closed while she leaned into him, the humans and their newborn temporarily completely forgotten. Oftentimes the term “out of sight, out of mind” was quite true for Helena, since her attentions shifted so very easily. Not that she really saw much of anything. “I should send someone else next time…” she hummed daintily, both her hands reaching up behind him to rest in his hair, keeping his face near her neck.

As Kristof’s attention shifted to comment on Kaleigh however, Helena’s mind zoned out to actually pay any regard to her surroundings and their fledgling entered finally. So slow, so very slow. Tsk. The young were such drags. But then… at least they were better than humans. But she wouldn’t be able to do much of anything against anyone from Alessa’s coven. Especially not with that attitude of hers. Derek would tear her head off without blinking. She probably wouldn’t even have the sense to try to run for it. Not that it would help any.

Most likely little Angel would be doing her sweet master’s bidding. Mmm… right there was someone Helena would like to hear scream. Annoying little Italian, wasn’t she? Not that Helena minded Italians, but she really did prefer them back when they were Romans. Like her Kristof. So brutal. Even the memories of those bloodbaths could cause her to grow all kinds of fervent with desire. Now, those had been the times. That was back when it was easy to walk away unnoticed after slaughtering an entire village. Like she and Kristof had done when she’d turned him. His first feeding had been one of the most hungry, consuming ones she’d ever seen, and she’d been so very proud.

Helena had been lost in memories when what’s-her-name spoke up, causing the oldest vampire in the room to bare her fangs in a sneer, the white of her teeth clear through the dank darkness of the basement they were in. Kaleigh was in pain, lying limply on the metal table, while Dmitri sat there… most likely either glaring at her, or trying to look dignified. For very valid reasons, Helena couldn’t entirely tell. The redhead twirled herself out of Kristof’s hands to inch closer to the newborn. The girl’s expression changed to one of surprise at the sneer on Helena’s face, and she took a few steps back.

Then Helena sped up and in no time, the fledgling was pushed up against the wall, Helena’s one hand around her throat, the other playing casually with her prey’s hair. Then, as though the sneer on her face had never been, it turned into a kind smile, and she leaned in, letting her fangs dance up the girl’s trembling throat before she casually said “Now, darling, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Then Helena let go and twirled elegantly towards the metal table currently hosting the small human she had taken as her own pet. The fledgling sunk a lump of fear, taking a second before she hesitantly crept forwards. The scent of her fear made Helena smirk. Ah, finally – something that made sense.

Then it hit her! Dmitri had said something, hadn’t he? A memory stirred briefly and she lit up, twirling around to face him, as though she was a child who had just found out she could pick her own candy for the weekend. Yes, it was true; she had indeed killed his boyfriend, had she not? She grinned happily, red eyes oddly focused on him as she eagerly said “Oh, no, no, no… Dee Dee… this will be much different, I promise you. Repetitions are so awfully tedious, are they not?” She clapped her hands together just once and turned to face Kaleigh. Then she gestured for the fledgling to step closer, which the thing did.

Then Helena sent her a wide, sadistic grin before leaning down to kiss Kaleigh’s cheek, murmuring sweetly “Now, little Bird, scream for me” while she slowly began tearing off one patch of the skin she had carved a pattern into on the young girl’s stomach just before Kristof had come home. Blood flowed instantly while Kaleigh’s screams of pain filled her ears. Then she grabbed the newborn’s hair and forced her head down. The second Helena heard her drinking from the blood, she let go and reached up to tip the overhead mirror, so that Dmitri could properly watch everything being done to his little girlfriend.

“Kristof, darling,” she subsequently trailed, her voice a suggestive purr, “would you make sure our little Dee Dee keeps watching?” With that, she tore off another patch of skin, and another painfilled scream, loud but hoarse by now, filled the room.

Derek Fleitner

Derek had simply forced Angel to stay in his arms, recognizing the fact that she hadn’t yet registered that it was him holding her, and not an enemy. He knew his state of mind in her. It had been a long while, yes, but he’d seen it before. Actually quite a bit. Even young as she’d been when he changed her, Angel had been through a lot, and she’d had quite the past to deal with. She’d had quite the reasons to exact revenge on a whole bunch of people. While she had been a natural at vampirism, her mental instability had proven a challenge at first. Well… until she settled down and got over the power-rush. She had been helpless in the hands of men for so long, suddenly being the strong one had been exceptionally… reviving. Freeing, perhaps. As though she could finally see herself with her future.

She’d been such a funny creature back then, hadn’t she? And now here they were, her mind having regressed to that girl he’d changed all those years ago, curling up in his arms, seeking comfort in his strong embrace. He sighed when she apologized and shook his head slowly, sadly. As she babbled about having tried to protect them, Derek merely held her close and let his gaze roam their home. Well, former home it was now. They couldn’t stay here. Not with the human at that bar, and now with this blood bath. So many heads and bodies, three of which should still be with them. Alive.

When Angel choked on her words, Derek looking down at her calmly, his own grief and frustrations hidden away in a box in his mind for now, because that was what a good Protector did; but his coven before himself. She blamed herself. He hated that she did, because it wasn’t her fault. He was the Protector. He should have been there. He and Alessa both. If anyone carried the blame in this matter, it was the two leaders who had both left… simply because Alessa couldn’t control herself. He closed his eyes briefly to wrap that part of his feeling up as well and instead opened them back up just as Angel looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks, grief, shame and need in her pretty eyes.

And fear. “Angel,” he said quietly, trying to pause her in the middle of her sentence, but she was too out of it, and once she finally finished speaking, she lowered her eyes again and Derek was left with a sigh he couldn’t quite describe as anything other than just… sad. And he tightened his grip on her. He was about to speak, when he registered Eva… bursting out the door. Ah, hell. Not now. He really couldn’t deal with two upset women at a time. One was plenty. He glanced at Alessa briefly, but she was already on her way after the human, and Derek could turn back to Angel, but he could already feel her grow rigid in his arms.

Okay, that wouldn’t do. She couldn’t flip out more than she already was. Angel didn’t make smart decisions when she was in that state of mind. Derek thought it over briefly before reaching out his wrist for her, the pulse turned upwards as he held it close to her mouth. “You need blood, Angel” he simply explained, his tone calm and controlled – almost soft. Their fridge had been broken in the fight and it looked like the few bloodbags they’d had left, had all managed to break. He wasn’t going to subject Adonis or Eva to Angel’s feeding right now (she would probably kill them), and Alessa couldn’t go without being full because if she did, she’d lose control in all this blood.

And he couldn’t take her out. So that left him. He could give her enough to steady her both mentally and physically. Now, Derek had only let another vampire drink from him once before, and he was more than aware of the effect it had on both parties involved, but he really didn’t see another way out right now. Blood was the only way to calm Angel right now, and she looked like she hadn’t fed in much to long. Now, that combined with the recent fight, was a baaad combination. He also needed to speak with Eva, but he couldn’t leave Angel, and right now Alessa could manage a potential disaster.

Eva would respond better to him though, but he’d deal with that once Alessa had her back. Because she couldn’t leave. No human could. Derek didn’t trust any of them enough to keep the secret once they actually left. Even if Eva loved him, he couldn’t trust that she would forever.


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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Scarlett Wilsten Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius Character Portrait: Annabelle Jefferson Character Portrait: Oliver Alexander Character Portrait: Isaac Warren Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo Character Portrait: Jasper Roberts Character Portrait: Lucan Norvel
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Angiluzza had stopped breathing.

Not that it was a bad thing, but it freaked her out; like she had just died. Completely died. All she saw was darkness – nothingness. She whined and her body trembled as he held her tighter. She slowly found herself trying to grasp some sort of sanity or anything close to it. She blinked until she could see again, watching Eva run by almost as though it were in slow motion. And then Alessa off after her. Her head lolled a few times almost as though it were made of lead and she couldn't bear to hold it up on her own strength. She whined again as Derek mentioned that she needed blood. Where was she going to get it from? “I can't go out like this.” she whispered to him. She also did not plan on feeding from either Adonis or Eva – Adonis had disgusting blood and Eva...She would kill the girl and not entirely on accident, either. She looked around, catching sight of a dead Jasper – Poor Jasper. She wasn't particularly fond of him, or at least not all the time, like only twenty minutes ago. But that didn't mean she wanted the poor boy dead. Roughed up for his attitude, yeah. But not dead – He was pleasant company most days.

They had a love/hate companionship.

Her lips quivered in a pout and she returned to another bought of tears. Some Enforcer she was! But it was her family! She had taught Annabelle to read and write and fight with Nicholas. She had spent many a star-filled night sipping a glass of Jasper's blood on the roof while talking about the centuries past with Isaac. They were both beautiful souls and she wasn't ready for them to have gone already! She knew that it was possible that they would die defending themselves – Such was the life of living in a Coven. Their lives weren't a guarantee – Not by any means, was it. But she had lived so comfortably, so happy with her family that it was so hard to remember how dangerous it was to even walk outside of her home. Sure, she knew there were Nomads and Fallen Covens and Vampire Hunters to worry about, but it wasn't like they ran into them that often. It was easy for her to notice how amazing her life was and appreciate it. There had only three deaths prior to theirs in the whole time she had been with the Coven.

She couldn't imagine just shrugging off their deaths as 'just part of life'. She knew that it was, but so was grieving. Having spent so much time with the only made it worse when you finally lost them. She shivered as their still-open eyes stared back at her. “I'm sorry.” she whispered again, this time talking to them. She couldn't take back what had happened – But what could she have done differently to save them? Maybe acting faster. She overestimated herself; that's what it was. After tonight, after they moved, she would train again. This time, it wouldn't be like the past couple of centuries. No four hour sessions with Nicholas – No, she was going to isolate herself and her nights would be only training and pausing to eat. Until the crack of dawn. No parties, no reading, no candy.

That's all she could think of before snapping back into the present. He was right – She did need blood. She hesitated before thinking again of what he would possibly be thinking of – He knew that she would not feed from either of the remaining humans. She knew that he knew that. They both also knew that there was virtually no blood left in the destroyed refrigerator. That left...Him. She looked up at him as his wrist was placed near her lips. Her mind wandered back to that day when he had become her best friend, her father, her brother, her savior; her everything.

“Family...What do you mean family? Where are they? I don't suppose the rumor about sleeping in coffins during the day is true? Or that I must always carry with me dirt from my home? Do I bleed, still? Do other vampires? Can vampires drink each others' blood? Or is that cannibalism?” She felt like a fool for asking, but she felt she needed to know. Her eyes lit up as a thought entered her mind. “I can go to school...?” Nicholas had chuckled softly, taking a moment to answer all of her questions as soon as she had answered them. She talked really fast, seeming to take advantage of not needing to take a breath and she was extremely curious. She was burning with hunger, but had requested her simple questions be answered before given food; what a strange girl indeed. “Let's start from the beginning, shall we? First of all, what I mean by family, is coven. It's not unlike a family. I will return to the subject of specifics. Currently they're some way from here, but not too far. You will meet them soon enough. But no, we don't sleep in coffins. Honestly, a bed is much more comfortable, but we do sleep during the day, and the sun is hurtful. Not fatally so, but it stings an awful lot. It takes a little while to get used to.” He smiled at her, trying to recall what her next question had been, before suddenly going “ah, yes, we move around a lot, so I'd say it would be a little difficult for us to carry dirt around from every one of them.” He chuckled, “so no dirt. But you do still bleed, yes, red just like humans. We do, however, heal rapidly. And... we can drink each others' blood. It's not cannibalism. In fact, blood-sharing is considered an intimate thing between two vampires. Some do it during sex, because it heightens the senses, and intensifies the experience. You can sustain yourself on the blood of a fellow vampire, but it's not as good nor as nourishing as the blood of a human....”

She had never tasted his blood, nor the blood of any other vampire. She was glad that her face was stained cherry with blood because she could feel them urn red and grow just a tad bit warm as she blushed. She tried not to think about that centuries old conversation, though it wasn't exactly easy. “I...I can't. I'll choke down some of Adonis'...This is a bad idea...” She really was suffering from temporary insanity. How long had she craved sinking her fangs into him? Over five centuries. And now he offered it to her freely and she turned it down. She imagined this moment would have been a bit...more when it had come along. Not with them surrounded in the dead bodies of their companions, soaking in their blood with her own self in a hysteric fit. But she really didn't have a choice did she? O negative made her gag and put her in a foul mood. Once she was in her right mind, her in a foul mood was just as bad as her in a fit of insanity.

She had no choice in the matter.

Her fangs slid out with an audible click and she leaned her head forward just a bit, enough to sink them into his cold flesh. Her lips quivered as his blood touched upon her tongue and a shiver went down her spine as she practically sank into him. She was quick to pull his free arm, wrapping it around herself while she bit deeper into his wrist. She tried her best for this to be a good experience and it wasn't hard. Her entire body simply...relaxed. Every care she ever had simply washed away and for that time, it was just her. And him. As it had been for the first little while of her rebirth. His blood was much thicker and much sweeter than she imagined it to be – Not exactly O positive...but she wouldn't mind it some time again.

As soon as the blood trickled its way down her throat, it was as though a supernova went off in her head. She entered a state of euphoria, her eyelids fluttering as though she were about to have a seizure. She saw him standing in the middle of a meadow under the night sky...though why was he wearing a buckskin loincloth? She watched in silence, seemingly invisible to the scene as her own self seemed to glide across the long, green grass straight into his arms, her body draped in a short dress of white cotton. Uh...Were they about to have sex?! She thought she might faint – She watched as they held each other with the faintest of smiles, simply standing there like statues; Not that she'd mind standing in his arms for all of eternity. Hell, wasn't she already? Not completely, but it was close enough for her. It was entrancing to watch the two beautiful creatures interact with one another; she envied her vision-self as he ran his fingers through her hair and traced his fingertips along her scars. She looked so proud to bare them, not using makeup to cover them. It wasn't that Angel was uncomfortable in her battle scars...they just tended to be the main attraction of her body when they were out and it made her short when people stared. But her vision-self...she didn't care. Vision Nicky didn't care either. He marveled at her as though she were some priceless piece of artwork.

She tried to concentrate while watching, but someone was groaning. Dammit, who interrupting her vision? She growled in an irate manner before watching as Alessa and Adonis came out, dressed same as Nicholas and Angiluzza. The four of them laughed together, each pair holding their own. Jasper followed with his wife - Angel had seen pictures - And Annabelle soon after with Isaac. They were all smiling and happy, dressed in matching loincloths and cotton dresses. Everyone looked so beautiful and Angel couldn't imagine a better family portrait.

And then Eva came...Timid and shy, crossing the clearing in a green cotton dress. Angel's utopia was shattered as her vision-self slid out her fangs and hissed under her breath. “Mine.” Vision Eva was startled, stopping dead in her tracks, fear filling her eyes. Angel didn't care. She should be terrified! Nicholas was hers! He had always been hers even though he didn't know it yet! This pet wasn't going to ruin over eight hundred years of closeness! Not now and not ever would she. Angel moved to attack, but she was restrained by him and the others. She turned and looked into his face. His soft smile was replaced by a light frown, his head shaking as he pulled her away and motioned for her to go. Angel was rigid as he moved past her and onto Eva, everyone else bearing the same frowns and shaking heads as they went with him. He smiled, embracing the frail human. Angel watched as Eva smirked from over his shoulder, her lips forming one word: Mine.

Her thoughts were vivid right now and the only thing she could think about him and his blood and how sad and angry she was. How long had she been feeding? Surely not that long! Her eyes had been closed the whole time – She couldn't think with all that groaning and growling in her ear! Who the fuck?!

Her eyes flew open and she realized that it was her.

Her back was against his chest while she took delight in devouring his blood – She was practically making out with his wrist, though her jaw had tightened as her anger bubbled, she was biting down into him as though she were trying to eat him alive...or dead. As soon as she realized where the groaning was coming from, she didn't take even a moment to wonder whether Nicholas had enjoyed himself or not, nor did she take time to notice his current position other than what she immediately felt. She flitted out of his grasp, standing on her own as her mind became semi-unclouded. Enough for her to realize the situation once more. She choked down a sob and brought her hand over her mouth. “Annie...Isaac...Jasper.” She whispered softly before glancing over to Nicholas. “I'll clean this up...I'm sorry.” Her temporary moment on cloud nine was gone.

They were dead. Not happy and alive dressed matchingly in clothes that looked like they were all Tarzan and Jane couples.

She had never...dreamed or daydreamed anything like that! Had she said 'Mine' out loud? She probably had, considering that she was groaning and growling out loud. Maybe he wouldn't have noticed – Last thing she needed right now was for him to distance himself because she was acting stranger than usual. She cleared her throat and licked her lips before sliding her fangs back in. “And...Thank you. I'm sorry that I didn't leave you with any other choice.” She muttered before nodding towards the door. “You should probably go check on your...On Eva. Make sure she doesn't run. She'll listen – You're all she cares about. Would be a shame to have to put her down.” She had returned to her usual, blunt self. Though she didn't really mean it – That it would be a shame to put Eva down. It wouldn't be hard to pick up a new human; It never was. She was growing increasingly weary of the girl's presence and that would not do. But, Eva was not hers to dismiss in any way and for now, she would simply have to pray that the girl would stop being stupid and try to run for it or ask for death or she would simply avoid too much interaction with her for the girl's own safety. She moved towards him and leaned over, kissing the top of his head before flitting off to the kitchen in search of something to clean up the blood.


Adonis was silent. His eyes were closed as he took a few moments to think...He hadn't seen anything nor did he bother to go downstairs and check what was happening. His first reaction had been to find his damn phone and call Alessa – The only number in his phone. Sure, he got other girls' numbers; But he never bothered to save them in his phone. He didn't want to go downstairs – Why would he try to get himself killed? He imagined that Alessa would grieve – Direly hoping that she would if anything happened to him. He didn't know for sure, but just in case she would, he didn't want to hurt himself and bring hurt to her heart. Selfish? His reasons, yes. But, had he gone downstairs, the Coven would have been assed out of another food source for home. Not that anyone used him much. Adonis often wondered why the hell he was even around if he was just an emergency food supply – Rare was it that there was need of him. Not that he was complaining.

He got up slowly, blinking a little before unlocking his door and releasing the steps that lead down to the rest of the house. He was jumpy as he made his way down the steps and then around a few corners before down the stairs to the first level of the home. His sight was assaulted with a vision of red. Blood was spattered all over the walls, heads were lying around away from their proper bodies, and Angel and Derek were sitting in the mess of it all, soaking in the blood. Did his eyes deceive him or was Angel feeding from their Protector? Nope – He was seeing right. And hearing right as well: The woman...well. She was in heaven. He took a step forward, though jumped back when she started growling, the word 'Mine' escaping her lips.

He held up his hands and shook his head. “Yo, chica. Don't want him. Keep 'im. I don't swing that way.” He was quick to dodge past them, his bare feet sliding in the blood and almost tripping him. He caught himself and continued on outside. He took a few deep breaths before sitting on the steps. Who were those people? And why did they attack his family? He suddenly felt a giant weight on his chest like he couldn't breathe. He bent over and the nasty taste of upchucked Ramen came flowing through his mouth, spattering on the stone steps. He did this a few times, his throat burning and his eyes as well. Though, his eyes were burning from the tears that were falling. He had been so mean to them and all they had done was give him a home and everything that went with it.

He recalled all the times he told Annabelle that she was nosy and stupid, the times he told Isaac that he was a drooling retard. He hadn't meant any of it...But. He hadn't had the chance to apologize or make it up to them...and...Fuck! They were dead. For good. They weren't coming back. He wasn't sobbing, but there were tears streaming down his face that he quickly wiped away before wiping his mouth of any remaining vomit. Which proved useless because he only vomited again. He had never seen so much blood in his life...even being part of a gang had not given him such experience around death.

Kristof and Dmitri

Kristof watched as Helena finally got the reaction out of Kelsey that she wanted; fear. Kelsey was terrified of the mad woman who was seeming to take delight in what looked more like a dungeon than a basement. She started to wonder what she got herself into...Until her face was pushed into Kaleigh's stomach and subsequently her blood. She was like a dehydrated dog lapping up the last few drops of a puddle – Though, in this case, there was an entire human for her to drink. Kristof was impressed – He wasn't even allowed to drink from Kaleigh. Surely he was right in his previous assessment; His beloved's need to break Dmitri was now even greater than her need to keep Kaleigh alive. It seemed as though he would soon have to hunt and find her another pet. And it would be him this time – He didn't like other people giving Helena humans as gifts. It was his job to provide for her needs and protect her. Honestly, even as a Protector, he didn't really care too much about protecting the others as he did Helena.

He moved towards Dmitri with a smirk as he was ordered, grasping the man's head with a strong hold – He was trying not to crush his head like a sparrow's egg while also trying not to snap his neck. It was a little difficult for him to contain his strength when he was so riled up; And Helena knew it. He could Dmitri grunting under the sheer force that Kristof was applying as he was forced to watch his love be skinned alive and lapped up like she was a snack...But then again; that's exactly what she was to them. Nothing more than a snack and he had been a fool to forget it. He could feel his eyes well up with tears. Kristof could only smile as Helena's newest progeny lapped up blood like she would never get a drop again.

Kristof was a puzzling man; on one hand, he wasn't very abusive when it came to women. He tried to be as merciful as possibly, limiting their pain by making their death a quick one. But on the other hand, he could not help but to take pleasure in watching Helena torture young women. She often told him that he needn't be such a gentleman or even to try with them, but his father's ways stuck with him. Still, he watched while holding Dmitri still as Kaleigh was skinned, his tongue running over his lips, watching the sweet blood trickle everywhere. Helena's naked body looming over Kaleigh's while a third lapped up everything – Paradise.

Dmitri tried to look away, but Kristof yanked his head back into position, using his fingertips to force his eyelids to stay open; There was no way out of it. Kristof smirked as Dmitri's salty tears ran down his face, placing his head next to the blonde's. “Its a beautiful sight, no? This is true nature. Cold. Unforgiving. Its survival of the fittest – She never stood a chance.” He practically cooed to him before finding himself being headbutted from the side – Dmitri didn't have a lot of space to move his head, but Kristof was close enough to get just a little in. Kristof responded only with a laugh – Dmitri would pay for that later.

Kelsey, meanwhile, was having the time of her life as she tried as hard as possible to make sure no drop was wasted, her tongue running along every inch of exposed flesh, her pale face red and smeared with blood. She ignored Kaleigh's cries; Hey, it wasn't her problem. She felt better than Kaleigh – They could have killed her like they did her buddies. Or they could have made her a snackpack like they did with Kaleigh. But, no. She was chosen to be one of them! An elite being! Sure, she was just their sex toy. But she was still one of them. Still better than being just a snack. But even as she licked on...She paused to think. Was this normal? That she so willingly accepted death and was so eager to lick up the blood of a girl being killed right before her? Part of her wanted to stop and run away and kill herself. But the blood...It was calling her name. She didn't really have much humanity to begin with.


The Irishman was still pacing around the home, seemingly ignorant to everything around him. He disregarded the pained screams coming from the basement because it really wasn't anything new to him. His mind was on Roxanne - Where was she? He hadn't seen her all night and usually, she was banging on his bedroom door at this time of night. He really couldn't help tbut to worry - She was so young. At least compared to him, she was. Even if only by half his age. He shook his head and glanced around until he saw Scarlett cleaning up Helena and Kristof's mess. Putting on his most charming smile, he sauntered over and leaned against the most stable wall that he could find.

“Ah, poor thing. Cleaning up all by your lonesome. Don't suppose that you'd like a bit of help...” He eyed the hole in a nearby wall that could only have come from a fist and he immediately assumed it to be of Kristof's. Weird for that man. He wasn't in a particularly foul mood as far as Lucan could tell and the man didn't seem to harbor any special dislike for Scarlett. Maybe Kristof's mind was going as well. Or maybe it was just something erratic for no reason. Lucan didn't dwell too much on it because it wasn't really his business.

“Perhaps after we've finished up a bit of cleaning we could go an' have a wee bit of fun?” It really wasn't that much of a question because he knew she wasn't going to say no. He and Scar had quite a few good times and she was quite delectable. Her blood type wasn't really his favorite, but she was still alright. Maybe it was because he frequently fed from her that made her blood so delicious to him? But having the same thing nearly all the time would make one sick of it eventually, right? Not really for him. He would be content to have a pet of his own to drink from whenever he pleased...Or maybe two or three. A blonde, a brunette, a red head, a Brazilian, an Aussie, a British. Ah! The beautiful women he only dreamed that would surround him and surrender themselves to him.

He had found himself lost in thought, damn near drooling on himself as he daydreamed. And then he realized that Scar was still there. “My apologies, lovely. Anywho – About those offers? They're one time only, so choose wisely.” He did his best to waggle his eyebrows at her, though he was never really good at it, he understood that his attempts were found to be quite...cute. That's what Rox would say. He wasn't fond of being identified as cute or adorable, but with his current body state, he would take whatever would get him in a woman's pants. Such was the life of a sexual deviant.


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“Please! Please let me go! Please! No, no no!” The sound of Eva’s shrieks crushed Alessa’s frozen heart. Having the human locked in her arms felt wrong, but it was the only way to stop her. From doing what, Alessa wasn’t sure.

After placing her on a flat stone, Alessa kept her arms around the girl like iron vices. Eva’s skin felt like flames under Alessa’s cool hands, but it did not faze her. She was used to the feel. Considering moving her hands, she shook away the idea. Eva would take the chance to run, and Alessa couldn’t stand chasing the frightened girl again.

Again, Alessa felt an imagined pang in her chest as Eva burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. Blood soaked the human’s clothes, skin. The weather was warming, and soon the girl’s hair was slick with sweat. Sighing, Alessa placed a hand on the girl’s forehead to cool her down, not at all worried that she would flee.

“Don’t make me go back. Don’t make me go in there to look at them again, their faces, their heads,” Eva sobbed. Alessa listened quietly, waiting until Eva was finished to begin talking. Though, she wasn’t entirely sure the human would be able to listen. She cried that Derek was showing affection towards Angel, and Alessa didn't know how to answer.

She deliberated quietly in her head before answering. What to say to a love-struck human?"Now," Alessa said quietly. "If you truly want to leave, I can arrange it. Easily I can buy a home for you and set up a bank account that will help you until you can find a job if you wish; you don't need to find one if you don't like. I can get you away from here, but I can't guarantee that you will live for longer than a year. The Fallen is out there, and will hunt you down." How she hated scaring the poor girl, but it was the only way to get her to understand.

Alessa stood up, letting her hands fall to her sides. “You can decide what you wish; take your time. We’re leaving soon, to get away from what’s happened. Please decide before then, and carefully weigh your options.” She hesitated before leaving. “You know I love you, you’re a sister to me.”

She was at the house quickly, and didn’t bother announcing her presence. She began speaking right away, hoping the remnants of her coven would be able to listen. “We need to leave as soon as possible, that is obvious. Please do not feel that I’m not grieving over our loss; I am. Now is just not the time to grieve for me. I need to get our bearings and arrange another residence.” She pause, taking an unnecessary deep breath. “I think it’s the best decision that we add to our coven. We have only three vampires now; we are severely outnumbered to the Fallen. Finding other vampires could take a while. I was thinking of changing one of ours.”

She stepped through the blood, wincing and holding back the convulsing that comes with crying; she was no longer able to produce tears. “Eva will not be changing. This is a decision of my own, hers, and I feel she is greatly needed towards the thirst of our coven. Adonis, though, I believe is our best bet. He is not fed on here, and I think is ready to take on the challenge of changing rather than being thrown out into the real world and hands of the Fallen.”

She left her speech at that, waiting for the feedback of her coven.