Bardrief looked to the sky that was dark with it's calming color, he knew the thing that people thought Vampires were nocturnal but that was very wrong indeed but then the more fools make up things the better it was and it was founded in truth increased senses made it hurt to look into intense light causing pain but the same was for werewolves and demons and it wasn't deadly only annoying and if a human would experience the same a strange way humans fantasied about that what they never seen. Bardreif stood up and walked away from the plaza having planned enough he would surprise them and still leave his sign they would know who did it. Bardreif stepped into a bar he was a bit tired of being awake so much and a little blood would be fine for him. He didn't order anything instead he went straight to the toilet finding some drunk idiot feeding of him before leaving . Bardreif stepped out side of the bar before he could feel himself become drunk from the alcohol in the blood of his victim but he just hired a taxi and went to home to sleep his eye's began to sting from the lenses and he put them out in a quick motion before dropping on his bed sleeping soon after that.

Bardreif was a lucid dreamer meaning he knew he was asleep and used that knowledge to control the dream and he knew it would be a horrible night as the horrors began to attack him from the deepest part of his mind killing them of faster than possible. Bardrief awakened having slept for an hour at least but his need was statified and he began to train in the basement soon after waiting for the sun to rise maybe he would go to work today?

Julius turned around when he heard Rivera call. Fortunately he was just outside the door so he heard her call him. Instantly he turned around and ran back inside. Pushing people that had no gathered around her. He knelt down in front of her. His hand checked for a pulse while the other rested on her cheek. He didnt know what to do he couldnt bring her back to headquarters and he didnt know where to get her blood. He decided the best thing to do was bring her back to his apartment, get her out of the public eye while he figured something out.

Slowly he picked her up in his arms and turned around. Pushing past the people once more he ran down the stairs and through a back alley to avoid the stares of other templars, that would only get them questioning. Running as fast as he could whilst still keeping her safe was no easy task but eventually he arrived at the apartment block and went up the stairs. He managed to held her up with one hand while he got the key and pushed the door open. The room was well lit and furnished with nice furniture, a large couch in the centre of the room and a brown mahogany coffee table looked towards a television mounted against the wall. He lay her down on the couch carefully ad then ran in to the kitchen.

Rivera was running. But why? I never run from my enemy...why am I running? She didn't understand. There was a feirce burning in the back of her thoat, and she knew what it meant. She needed blood. All around her, people started to crop up, chanting Drink, drink, drink! She threw a terrified glance at all the people. No! I won't drink from a human, I'm not a vampire! I'm not a vampire! She ran faster, only to realize that she was now falling. Bu she didn't hit the ground, she landed silently on both feet. A man appeared, laying on the ground, with somone standing over him, the person's back was to Rivera. Her throat clenched when she recognized the man on the ground. Julius! The person standing turned, it was a woman. More importantly, it was herself. But with blood-red eyes, and a smal line of blood running from the corner of her mouth. Rivera roze where she stood, her dream-self smiling crueling at her, death in her eyes. Rivera began to shake, saying No...I wouldn't do this...I won't, I can't. NO!

"No!" Rivera jolted awake, both not recognizing her surroundings and instanly getting a pounding headache. Her vision had a red-edged tint to it. She needed blood. She was aware of a subtle heart beat in the apartment with her, one that was not hers. Julius... Se thought, and slowly she recognized his apartment. With effort, becuase every movement caused agaony to tear through her body, she checked her watch. 4:30 pm. She had missed her blood transfusion. "Great...now what do I do?" She muttered to herself, trying desperately to ignore the steady heartbeat and pulsing of blood she could not only hear, but feel as well, that was coming from her partner. As much as she hated to admit it, it was tempting her, as a vampire. Stop it. You're not a vampire! You're a Templar! She held her head in her hands, not knowing what to do. Without blood, she'd die. Maybe that would just be easier for everyone, if I just died... She thought, or at least, she thought that she thought it, when in reality, she'd said it out loud.

Avery rolled her eyes at Kael's typical response, but accepted his answer regardless. "Okay then, do you have a girlfriend?"
Sure, they shared an apartment with each other, as most Templar pairs did, but Kael kept his personal life to himself for the most part, much to Avery's dismay.
She couldn't help that she was nosy.

While she waited for her partner's response, she took the time to sit down, and press her fingers against her temples, trying hard to relieve at least some of the tremendous pain she was feeling. She tried to put on a brave face for Kael, even though seeing her in a state of weakness wasn't anything new to him. She took one, then two shakey breaths, and stood up again, using the pole as an anchor to pull herself up.

There was a job to be done, and Avery was going to do it.

Azael had his eyes closed tight as the train trundled through the dark and eerie tunnels. The carriage swayed side to side relentlessly. Azael hated travelling in these human contraptions, they made him uneasy and more importantly, vulnerable. Eventually he opened his eyes. Feeling uneasy he looked around the carriage. Humans everywhere, average Joe's on their way to work without a care in the world and.... Suddenly something caught his attention. A young female and a slightly older male. Somehow they looked different to everyone else. Their presence was, strange at best. He sat and thought for a while.

A few moments later it hit him, they where Templar's. They had to be, right? He wasn't sure but he didnt want to have to find out. Not here on this tiny little metal box in an equally tiny tube. He stood up and walked to other end of the carriage, next to the door. He was going to get off at the next stop just to be sure.

Rivera was running. But why? I never run from my enemy...why am I running? She didn't understand. There was a feirce burning in the back of her thoat, and she knew what it meant. She needed blood. All around her, people started to crop up, chanting Drink, drink, drink! She threw a terrified glance at all the people. No! I won't drink from a human, I'm not a vampire! I'm not a vampire! She ran faster, only to realize that she was now falling. Bu she didn't hit the ground, she landed silently on both feet. A man appeared, laying on the ground, with somone standing over him, the person's back was to Rivera. Her throat clenched when she recognized the man on the ground. Julius! The person standing turned, it was a woman. More importantly, it was herself. But with blood-red eyes, and a smal line of blood running from the corner of her mouth. Rivera roze where she stood, her dream-self smiling crueling at her, death in her eyes. Rivera began to shake, saying No...I wouldn't do this...I won't, I can't. NO!

"No!" Rivera jolted awake, both not recognizing her surroundings and instanly getting a pounding headache. Her vision had a red-edged tint to it. She needed blood. She was aware of a subtle heart beat in the apartment with her, one that was not hers. Julius... Se thought, and slowly she recognized his apartment. With effort, becuase every movement caused agaony to tear through her body, she checked her watch. 4:30 pm. She had missed her blood transfusion. "Great...now what do I do?" She muttered to herself, trying desperately to ignore the steady heartbeat and pulsing of blood she could not only hear, but feel as well, that was coming from her partner. As much as she hated to admit it, it was tempting her, as a vampire. Stop it. You're not a vampire! You're a Templar! She held her head in her hands, not knowing what to do. Without blood, she'd die. Maybe that would just be easier for everyone, if I just died... She thought, or at least, she thought that she thought it, when in reality, she'd said it out loud.

"Okay then, do you have a girlfriend?"

Kael wasn't surprised at the question. He had expected it, and even still it was hard to answer for him. Avery sat down in obvious pain still from her fall. After a moment or two, she reached for the pole and pulled herself back up. She always tried to act tough, even if it was at her own expense. He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently back down into the seat and sat down in the one next to her. He closed his eyes and sighed while he thought for a second. There was no reason to hide the past from her. "No, I don't have a girlfriend." He began. "I was engaged a few years back. We were together while I was still a recruit, and I proposed to her when I became a fully-fledged Templar. It was rocky at first, but we were happy. Up until two years ago." He took a breath while he remembered that night. It was the first time he could ever remember himself being truly scared. "We were out at dinner one night when I got marked as a Templar and we were attacked by a demon. Luckily I was able to take care of it without the help of my partner at the time and her and I got out fine. But that night showed me just how dangerous it was for her to be around me. At any moment, I could be seriously hurt or worse, she could. So, she got on a train a few days later and that was it. Haven't seen her since."

It felt odd talking about it out loud. He kept his personal life to himself as much as possible. He sat there silent for a minute to let it all sink in. The past was the past, and today they had a job to do. They were almost to Manhattan.

Bardreif looked to the building that was surprisingly close to his home. A jumped on the roof in complete silence walking to a window in the roof opening it letting down a rope before using it to climb down. He stepped slowly and alert just avoiding a camera, he sprinted into the large chamber starting up the computer to read the orders before he went over the box's that would be sent to the memorial. His hand went over the the machines inside pulling one out putting the small bomb inside and connecting the fuse to the electricity needed to function as soon as they would start it then they would go of this he repeated three times before leaving the factory just as he come. His feet toughed the ground outside the factory and he began to sprint picking up the list for his job. The apartment wasn't to far and he hired a taxi to come there more quickly. He opened the door with the key that was covered in blood it was late the guy didn't wake up from it. Bardreif set a step inside and a alarm went of not to loud but enough to wake them up it seemed the floor was trapped but it didn't hinder his job. He threw the knife killing the male before he turned around dodging a shot and then another one. He pulled his own gun and fired hitting her as she couldn't really move yet still drowsy but it seemed he hit her in the shoulder and another bullet buried it self into Bardrief hand that thankfully didn't bring up any blood. He shot forward's picking her up on the neck and slamming her against the wall three times before he finally felt no movement. A little zip of blood but he didn't need it the real reason why he had did this was simply to terrorize and so he left a a note that was written on the computer he didn't have any interest in being discovered as he went back to his home being sure the Templars would swarm the place soon. The note was put on the wall with gloves of course and it brought it message in a calming black grace full letter type.

What prey kills it's predators?
Which hunted kills it's hunters?
When does the rabbit eat the fox's?
Rest assure dear predator as that doesn't exist?
Never sleep I'm watching you?
Yes Rivira your next's have a good last moment?
As they will be the last stop the prey from
killing the one that the people prefer
Sincerely D

Avery didn't protest when Kael pushed her back down. It would be for the best anyways. They were almost to Manhatten, and whatever pressure she could keep off her soon-to-be-aching feet, the better.
She politely listened to the story of Kael's past love, and shook her head a few times. She could never imaging giving up anyone she loved.
Well...she was exaggerating a little. If it was Kael, and he was going to be hurt because of her, she'd let him go without protest.
"I'm sorry, Kael..." She said, squeezing her eyes shut tight, to block out the overhead lights that were only adding to her suffering.
She tried to change the subject quickly, and looked around the subway after opening her eyes. She passed over the people until she stopped at one. A man, who walked across the floor to the subway door, lowering his eyes and looking anywhere but them. He gave off an odd aura. One that caused Avery to nudge Kael in the ribs, and cocking her head towards the man.
"Kael...are you sensing anything...strange about him?"

Kael could see Avery was still in obvious pain and was looking around the subway car at everyone around, probably trying to distract herself.

"Kael...are you sensing anything...strange about him?"

He knew who she was talking about. The man had been sitting a few seats down from them for most of the story. Kael's eyes had been sweeping around the people in the subway car since they had got on. It was an old habit, but with Avery the way she was right now, he felt as if he had to stay alert for her sake. At the first mention of the word Templar in his story, the man's eyes had immediately dropped and his mood changed. He seemed pretty eager to get away from the two of them now too. The next stop was theirs anyway. Avery was still throwing the man sidelong glances. He couldn't personally sense anything from the man, but he trusted Avery's senses. More importantly, he trusted her. She wouldn't have brought it up if she didn't actually feel something wrong.

Kael leaned close to Avery and spoke quietly so the man couldn't hear, "Our stop's up next, we can tail him 'til we find our targets if you're up for it. If not, we should head back now. Don't worry about the council, I'll take responsibility and we'll finish this up tomorrow or later tonight if you're feeling better." He stood up and extended his hand out for her.