Declan Cane's Story

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"Glorious smog." Luca said with disgust as he exited the taxi onto the strip in the center of Vegas. He turned to look towards his sister as he held the door open for her while she slid across the back seat and stepped out onto the sidewalk. After she exited the cab, he leaned back in to hand the driver some cash then grabbed Georgy's backpack she forgot on the floor. Once the car drove off he stepped up beside his sister that was in awe of the city. He scoffed before holding out the backpack towards her "What would you do without me?" She barely paid him any attention, pushing his hand out of her way as she stepped forward, leaning against a parking meter. What the hell is so fascinating about this place? Luca sighed in aggravation, dropping the bag at her feet, "Look Georgy I'm not your God damn pack mule!"

That was what broke her silence, causing her to spin around and look at him with a menacing grin, "Ah, come on! You don't want to change into a mule for me? If you asked nicely I'd even let you carry me around too." Luca wasn't amused, he stared at her with pursed lips and his arms crossed over his chest, "Ya done?" He nodded his head in the direction they needed to head in. He didn't wait for her while she grabbed the backpack, throwing it over her shoulder before chasing after him. "Luca!" She shouted after him, causing him to slow down slightly before she caught up. "Look I just want to get there, ok?" Georgy groaned at him, "What's your deal? This place is awesome!... Why can't we explore the city first before going down there?"

"You know I hate cities. And... People," Luca said as he glared at some woman that had the nerve to smile at him as they crossed paths. "I want to be in Romania... Not Vegas." He said the word with such disgust that it made his sister move to move in front of him, making him stop dead in his tracks, "What?" He rolled his eyes while he sighed, crossing his arms back over his chest once again, preparing himself for the unavoidable lecture that he was sure Georgy was preparing.

"Do you wanna go back to Romania? Because I mean we can. Yeah, let's go back to a country where we're no longer welcome and live out the oh..." She looked down at her wrist like she was checking the time, "5 Minutes we'd survive there!" Luca sighed, she was shouting, and once you got her going she wouldn't stop. And that's all they needed was her to let slip what they were in the middle of the city. So before she could say another word, he clenched his jaw, grabbing her by the upper arm and leading her into an alley. But once they were away from prying ears, she started back up again like un-pausing a movie, "We have no choice Luca! We barely have enough of us to make a pack anymore. Do you want to kill the rest of us off because you decided you didn't want to be in Vegas anymore?" When he didn't respond, she kept going, "This is our best chance. With the others here we might be able to turn this... war around." He still wasn't convinced. He'd trade a city that never sleeps, species he can't stand and annoying drunk Humans for the forests of Romania any day.

"Maybe it is. But we don't need to be here to grow our numbers. We're not like Vampires or Demons who can turn someone or get someone to sell their soul. We have to repopulate and wait 15-18 years for them to mature and change for the first time." Georgy placed her hand on his chest, making a joke like she always did, "Well I'm flattered. But your my brother... That's frowned upon in most societies." She followed it with a playful laugh. He just shook his head, but a slight smile tugged at his lips. After another moment of silence, she broke it once more "Look at the bright side. People die here like all the time... So you can kill until your heart's content." Luca grinned, he liked that idea. He went to follow his sister who started to head back out to the street, but stopped to turn and look at him holding up a finger, "As long as you don't attract Dark hunters."

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Georgy knew her brother had absolutely no idea where they were going. He never seemed to have a clue what was going on, just usually followed her lead because she always did. But it didn't stop him from questioning her when they reached an entrance to a subway, "So we're going from a city that smells like shit to a worse smelling subway? Seriously Georgy." She sighed with aggravation, "Shut up and come on." She turned her back to him and stepped onto the escalator. Being the clumsy person she is she nearly miss the step which would have resulted in her rolling down the very long staircase, bumping into every person on the way down. But Luca knew how she was, and without a blink of an eye, he nonchalantly extended his hand, grabbing her by the backpack to keep her from falling. "Why do I even worry that someone's going to kill you? You're just going to kill yourself."

When they reached the bottom, the entire crowd of people went to the left but Georgy lead her brother right. They made their way through a dark corridor until they came to an "Authorized Personnel Only" marked door. Neither one of them had an issue when it came to breaking the rules, but they still had to check and make sure the coast was clear. Then she pulled a key out of her pocket, wiggling it in her brother's face first in a Voila manner, before slipping it in the doorknob, twisting it and unlocking the door. They made their way down another long set of stairs, which obviously was starting to annoy Luca who piped up, "There needs to be an elevator." Once at the bottom, they were faced with another door. Grinning Georgy put her hand on the door, turning to face her brother, "Welcome to the Underworld!" She opened to the door to reveal an entire city that lived beneath Vegas. A city of 24/7 darkness. Perfect for all the supernaturals that inhabited it.

Georgy was surprised at how many others were down here. It gave her hope. Hope that maybe they had a chance to survive this. But in the grander scheme of things, this was just a small fraction of a civilization in comparison to the 7+ billion Humans above the surface. But each supernatural counted for at least 3 Humans... So that's a start right? Georgy didn't hesitate to wait around for her brother, fascinated by their new world, she wanted to explore, and maybe run into someone she knows. But contrary to what Georgy thought, Luca wasn't stupid either, "Who are we looking for?" He said in a monotone voice, not really in the I-Spy mood. "No one." She said with a mischievous grin. "Yeah... Sure." He sighed while rolling his eyes.

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Declan had spent the beginning of his day doing his job. On his way to the meeting, someone had died and Declan was the one called to collect the poor soul. Declan appeared to have teleported out of the city he'd just arrived in all the way back to the wonderfully horrendous city of New York. A man had just been shot in the city so Declan appeared before his soul and extended his hand towards him. He said only one word. "Hell." The man screamed for mercy but Declan stayed quiet. This was what usually happened and it didn't really face him any more. Some put up a fight but it was never much. Not like the fight Alex put up...

The man traveled with Declan back to hell where he dropped him off at the fiery pit to be given his punishment before leaving again to go to the meeting. But of course, Declan also had to work.

He had to collect three more souls before he finally had the chance to appear in Las Vegas. Declan could easily use his abilities to transport himself into the underground meeting area but he felt like taking a short stroll through Sin City. His demon self would have loved this place. The closest he had as a demon was getting to enjoy some of the Roman Empire before he died. But now, Declan felt indifferent towards the city. He didn't hate it but he didn't find any pleasure or amusement in it either. He walked down the streets getting many glances. Most of them were from women. Declan knew how handsome he was he also knew that walking down a street in a suit was going to give the impression that he was someone important. Being death was somewhat important.

Declan disappeared down a set of stairs that brought him into the subway. He made a face over the smell but immediately got over it since he cared more about reaching his destination than wondering how on earth this place could reek so horribly. He ducked away into a door indicated to be for 'Authorized Personnel Only'. Of course death falls under authorized personnel. Death can go anywhere they please. The thought managed to produce a faint chuckle as he made his way down a rather long flight of stairs until he reached yet another door.

He took out the key he was given and unlocked the door. As he stepped through, he was greeted by a whole city of underground creatures that needed to hide out thanks to the humans. Declan's eyes searched the crowds before he took a step forward and began to explore.

Declan had been the one to inform a few others of where the meeting was being held so it was no surprise that he was able to see a few familiar faces but none were of the face he was looking for. Declan decided his best option would be to wait near where they were all told to meet and wait until whom he was hoping to see would approach him. That was until he spotted the enchanting flower just across the crowd. The same enchanting flower he'd been hoping to have the chance to see again.

He tucked his hands into his pocket and strutted towards his new destination. He maneuvered through the crowd until he was standing just behind the flower and leaned over their shoulder and spoke in his usual soft and tender manner. "Hello, Georgeta..."

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It didn't take Georgy and her brother long to reach the epicenter of supernatural leader activity in the Underworld. The place may have been big but there were definitely areas that some Darks shouldn't go to and what not. But they were in the most neutral zone. As they stood there it didn't take long for others to begin to show up. This part is what made Georgy feel so uneasy. She didn't particularly know many of these species, and the ones she did know were either by chance or because Werewolves and Shifters are close. Speaking of Werewolves her thoughts were interrupted when the brunette female vampire walked past her brother saying, "Well hello Luca?" Luca just nodded his head and replied coldly, "Hayley." She raised a brow slightly, thinking Do I not exist? Of course not. Every woman with half a brain thought Luca was hot, and she supposed his sunny disposition gave off that bad boy vibe that soooo many girls loved. She rolled her eyes while sighing softly.

It wasn't until this Hayley went and sat down that she noticed Terry was there. How could she miss him? So being awesomely weird friend she was, she waited until he looked her way then made a slightly creepy smile while waving at him. She had noticed Hayley was looking at her, it made Georgy tilt her head like a curious puppy, before using an index finger to circle her own face in the air, "Take a picture... it lasts longer." Before she got a chance to hear the girl's reaction she heard another familiar voice join the group, "Fancy seeing the pair of you here" Georgy knew the voice before even looking over, but to humor herself she did and there was Luna. It took everything in her not to make a vomit noise, but she knew she pissed of Luca who looked like he almost had the potential to smile when the blonde approached. He looked like he was about to say something to her but then turned to Terry. Georgy thought she heard him say something with "pops" in there. And all she could do was face palm and hope a fight doesn't start. "That's not what your mom called me last night." Luca said towards Terry.

Georgy bit her lip trying to fight the laughter and decided that this would be the best of time as ever to slip over towards Terry because she had no desire to talk to Luna. Once she was in front of Terry she took a seat right there on the floor, sitting Indian style, "You have to admit... that was a good one." She smiled playfully towards her friend. Georgy didn't happen to hear the part about the full moon, only thing she heard was his first statement saying, "Good news is though we haven't ran into any vampires down here yet." She twiddled her thumbs adding, "Yeah... yet. But you know those blood suckers... They'll be here." She said that as she glanced around.

Georgy wasn't paying too much attention to her surroundings apparently because she didn't even hear or see Declan join the group. So when he made his way behind her and leaned over her shoulder to speak softly in her ear, "Hello, Georgeta..." She nearly jumped out of her skin. But looking over her shoulder to see him, her face lit up and she quickly moved back to her feet, dusting her jeans off. "Dec!... I didn't know you were coming." She then sighed when she realized what he called her, putting her hands on her hips, "And how many times have I told you to call me Georgy."

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Luca was happy that Luna had came. Of course his faced said something completely different but all the same he was. Once he got his little jab in towards Terry, he turned his attention back towards the little blonde he practically towered over. "So the Necromancer came out of the shadows to join us monsters?" He smirked in a teasing manner before adding, "Good to see you Luna." He was prepared to give Luna his full attention until he saw him join the group and of course, make his way over towards Georgy. He hated how Declan looked at his sister. Luca's a man, obviously he knew the intentions behind those stares and it made his blood boil. He wanted to go over there, grab Georgy and just take her somewhere... else, didn't matter where. But he knew that he'd get the eternal wrath of his sister if he embarrassed her like that.

So being quick on his feet Luca piped up, "I don't know why in the hell we're all just standing around. But I'm going inside." With that he glanced down towards Luna, nodding his head in the direction of everyone's destination. A small pub that had looked like it had seen better days was only a few feet away from the group. The wooden sign above it was so weathered that the title, "Medusa's" was almost illegible. He made his way up the few steps to the door, pulling it open and made his way inside. He weaved his way through tables and chairs until he reached a doorway with a black felt curtain that opened up into a large conference style room. Without hesitation or waiting for the others, Luca took the closest chair, sitting down before propping his feet up on the table. At least here he'd get momentary relief from watching a Reaper flirt with his sister.

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Declan managed to form a smile across his face when Georgy turned around to greet him. "Dec!... I didn't know you were coming." Declan often enjoyed his visits. He didn't get many because of his job but he still cherished each visit equally. "Well it seems only fitting that an old man like myself would come to represent the Reapers. Why are you here? Hoping to get lucky at the casinos?". He did his best to joke around with her in a convincing manner. It was rather hard faking emotions like that sometimes. Especially when someone so enticing stirred something very ancient in you.

He watched has her hands went to her hips and her facial expression changed. Declan quickly worried he said something wrong. "And how many times have I told you to call me Georgy." Declan felt relieved. He actually thought he did something much worse than call her by her full first name. Declan made a small bow towards her truly showing how out of the times he was. "My apologies, Georgy."

Declan could feel someone staring at him and looked over Georgy's shoulder to lock eyes with her older brother, Luca. He could feel his hatred towards him through his eyes but Declan showed no emotional reaction to this. He watched Luca get the group to follow him inside a pub and Declan decided to make an attempt at cracking a joke. "You're brother isn't too found of me. Do you think it's the suit?" He grinned and adjusted his jacket. "I could've found something more appropriate and pleasing but I did just come from work."

Upon approaching the group, Luna could immediately tell that Georgy was not to fond of her being there. She was fully aware that the little shifter wasn't overly fond of her, which made it more fun to be in this meeting.
"So the Necromancer came out of the shadows to join us monsters?" Luca spoke to her in a teasing manner.
Moving her hand through her hair as she would proceed to move it from her face, she would look up towards him. A smirk evident upon her face.
" Bitch please, we both know the shadows can't hide this" Her voice full of amusement as she would gesture her hands down towards her body, giving him a small turn.
"Good to see you too, giant.." Poking her tongue out at him in turn.

Luna's eyes began to scan around her surroundings as she took in the appearance of everyone that had arrived so far. Some she knew whilst others she wasn't acquainted with. She wasn't entirely sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, not that she particularity cared. She was here for one thing, and that thing may or may save help save the rest of their species.

The sound of Luca declaring that he was making his way inside the pub bought her out of her thoughts, when he glanced down towards her and nodded his head in the direction of the pub, she followed silently behind him whilst drinking her hot chocolate.

She didn't know how but she somehow walked into multiple chairs on the way to the designated meeting room. "Stupid chairs.." She'd mumble with annoyance. Soon arriving in the room she sat herself in the chair that was directly opposite Luca, once she sat down she looked directly across to him. Upon meeting his gaze she began to look at him with disgust, although it didn't last long as she began to laugh to herself for no apparent reason.

"So.. how's the weather up there?"

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Georgy was surprised that Dec actually was smiling when she stood to face him, it was a rare sight. Nearly as rare as Luca smiling. "Well it seems only fitting that an old man like myself would come to represent the Reapers. Why are you here? Hoping to get lucky at the casinos?" She laughed so hard she snorted at the thought of her in a casino. "Yeah go convince Luca to let me go to the Casinos." She brought her hand up to scratch her head through her beanie, "We brought the whole pack... Not there are many of us anymore. But we figured if this is where all the Dark Species are gathering to try and make a stand, then we should be here... Ok, well I thought we should be here. I just made Lurch over there come," She motioned in the direction her brother disappeared, "He would have been content living out the rest of our existence in Romania, even if that meant we'd die." She shrugged her shoulders, "I'm sure my brother isn't the only stubborn one out there. I just hope they don't get themselves killed."

Georgy had to fight the urge to laugh when she saw Declan nearly freak out when she put her hands on her hips, she assumed he thought he actually did something wrong which she found funny. But in the same breath it made her wonder if he did do something and was just waiting on her to find out about it. Either way it wasn't like he was going to tell her or anything. "My apologies, Georgy." She knew he was old fashioned, she just liked teasing him about it. "You're brother isn't too found of me. Do you think it's the suit? I could've found something more appropriate and pleasing but I did just come from work." She rested her elbow on his shoulder, "I mean... Luca is pretty business casual."Dec's grin is what sealed the deal and made her double over in laughter. She didn't realize until he had said something about his suit that her and Dec looked so different. This just raised the curiosity as to why he enjoyed being around her when they looked like they came from different worlds... Wait, they did. They probably never would have even met if it wasn't for Anton.

Georgy did however love how he liked pissing her brother off as much as she did. Although it could be trouble. Luca wouldn't do anything to her but others... She wasn't sure. But he wouldn't do anything to hurt her and he knew if he did anything to Dec, that'd definitely piss her off. For some unknown reason, maybe it was the city, uprooting her life to move here or just the fact that Declan was here; but Georgy was just in the mood to torment her brother. She raised a curious brow towards Declan, "Let's go pissed him off!" She grinned evilly while rubbing her hands together in a mad scientist sort of way. Before she could even get an answer, Georgy grabbed Dec's hand and headed into the pub. She swerved her way through the tables, tugging him along behind her as they pushed through the curtain doorway into the meeting room.

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Luna obviously followed his lead because he heard her running into every damn chair as she followed him into the conference room, taking the seat directly across from him. "So.. how's the weather up there?" It wasn't surprising to Luca that she made a joke about his height, that's what she did. But she shouldn't be shocked either when he always retaliates, "You tell me Wreck-it-Ralph. I am on your level currently." He said it in such a stoic, unemotional way which probably just made his humor that much more effective because he could keep such a straight face. All he did was raise an inquisitive brow towards her, almost asking her to fire another tall insult at him.The room began to fill up, sure enough. Some people appearing or walking in, he honestly didn't care enough to pay attention or even look to see who was in the room and who wasn't. All he did know was that Georgy wasn't.

Luca didn't have to look towards the doorway to know that his sister was coming. He knew her laughter anywhere. So once he heard the footsteps enter the room, he raised his left hand snapping and pointing to the chair beside him. The entire time he motioned for his sister to come sit beside him, his gaze was locked on Luna's. Georgy knew her brother was summoning her to come sit beside him, but what she had in store was so much better. She glanced back toward Dec with her devilish grin as she tugged him with her towards the chair. But instead of herself taking the seat, she pushed him into the chair beside her brother. She then placed her hands on the surface of the table, hoisting herself up to sit on the table indian style in front of Declan with Luca to the left of him.

Luca just merely glanced sideways at the guy that sat beside him. Of course Georgy would do this to him. And just as he was about to stand up and move to the other side of the table, Georgy made a hissing noise before pointing at him. He grunted leaning back in his chair, he knew that was her telling him to stay put. So with a sigh he obeyed. His sister then pointed at her eyes, then back at him as a I am watching you warning. Luca just merely rolled his eyes, before looking in the opposite direction of his sister's suitor.

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They arrived around midnight. It was better for Ronan and Lydia to travel through the night. Vegas was the city of death and sin. Ronan and Lydia were standing in the middle of the strip. Ronan was standing with a black three-piece suit. Lydia had time to change to her mother's royal gown. If she was going to represent her family, she had to look the part. Hookers, drug dealers, drunks, and killers were everywhere. Every walking soul had a red orb around their heart. Mortals who only had one life to live. Ronan looked at his side. Lydia's face was an expression of sheer horror. "Our kind's purpose is to warn those people of their death, so they can live out the rest of their lives in peace", she said with a tone of sorrow.

"We can't help them. This place is bound to have Hunters everywhere. One of the hunters knows who you are. These people are trained to have a good memory. If this is really the meeting place, it wouldn't surprise me if the Hunters are already here.", he said. Lydia closed her eyes and focused. "You're right. Let's move".

The subway was much quieter. White, fluorescent lights shined on the chrome and steel tracks. The train dashed through, announcing its arrival. Ronan waited until the passengers started disembarking and the place became crowded. They moved through the rushing crowd in an effort to conceal their presence. They took a right turn into an empty corridor. It didn't take them long before seeing the black and yellow door that said "Authorised Personnel Only". Ronan tried the door, it was locked. They both looked at each other, and then simultaneously turned to spirit form and went through the door as if it wasn't there.

The place was loud. Dark. Crowded with dark creatures. The skies could shower the above world with meteors and this place would be left untouched. Ronan took a second to survey the area before descending down a flight of stairs. He closed his eyes, isolated all his thoughts, all the noise, and turned on the switch. Every mortal soul carries a red orb around their heart that shows how close they are to the reaper's touch since the moment they are born. There were no red orbs in that place. Not a single mortal soul. He looked at Lydia and saw the hint of a smile. She was relieved of her inherited duty in here. This was a place where she can be her normal self again.

They proceeded towards the crowds, towards their meeting destination. Declan Cane, a reaper whom Ronan had more than one encounter with in the past, warned him about the Dark Hunters and told him about the underground city in Vegas. "There is a pub called Medusa's. We would be gathering there to discuss our little predicament", Declan told him. "Don't worry, Banshee. You'll find it. Just look for an overprotective, loud guy named Luca. He should be there with his sister. You guys share a similar history"

Medusa's was located at the end of the main street. The wooden sign had a picture of a screaming gorgon under the carved title. Lydia started towards the door, Ronan followed.

The place looked like it was built around the prohibition era. Wooden chairs. Cigarette smoke over whispered conversations. Smell of wine and cheap perfume. Ronan identified the man standing near the last table, talking to a beautiful blonde. Ronan took Lydia's hand, "Follow me, my queen". They made their way towards the last table. Declan looked over Geogeta's shoulder, "Glad you could join us, Banshee".

The flight to Vegas had been rather nice, since Augustus got there before dawn. Then his limbo drove him to an abandoned mine, one of the many entrances to Underworld. The vampire generally avoided Underworld, he usually avoided any place with a dense population of supernaturals. They only attracted hunters. No, he thought it would be better if the others spread out more. Being worried about the security, he had brought a few of his own guards just in case.

When they finally got down to the lower levels, Augustus wrinkled his nose. The stench was nearly unbearable. It reeked of sewage and wet dog. As he walked further into the the sanctuary, he noticed that it was there were more residents then his last visit. There used to be only a few dozen, now there were hundreds. After about five minutes of walking they reached the Medusa. "Two of you stay at the Medusa and the rest guard the exits." He told his guards, taking an Uzi and stuffing it into his inner jacket pocket. best safe then sorry. He would continue to the meeting alone.

Upon entering he saw the leaders. Shapeshifters and werewolves, always buddy buddy. Didn't quite care for Price, even if they had only met a handful of times. He knew a few of the others too. Then he saw the only other of his kind there, Nadia. "Nadia, I'm glad that you could make it." Augustus said cheerfully. He looked at the others. "Price, it's good to see you again." Augustus smiled, it would impolite not to greet the rivals, even if they did hate each other. "How have you been been keeping?"

"Follow Me, My Queen"
Lydia was a nervous wreck but taking Ronan's hand, made her feel better, or at least a little more stable and with not a single mortal around, she didn't have to worry about wailing. With that thought in mind, She straightened her back and took her place beside him at the end of the table.
That was when she noticed him. That Demon, she met him once before he was a demon, but every since then, she would try to warn the mortals that he killed but by then it was too late. Once, he found her wailing, clutching her chest, leaning against a brick wall, , their eyes met, only once, and he just turned away, her wailing stopped. Almost as if he decided he wasn't going to kill anyone because she was there.

"Ronan..."She whispered, leaning into his shoulder. "That's the one....the demon, the one I told you about." She said softly before she looked at him, unabashed, not bothering to hid her gaze. If anyone here was going to die, she couldn't feel it yet.

Her lips tugged at the corners, but vanished just as quickly.

It was then that Augustus Frey walked into the room. She knew his family, she'd warn him of his wife's coming demise... this was centuries ago and it never ended well. She gave him a small nod and an awkward smile.

Some Queen she was and by the Goddess was she overdressed.

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A dark limo pulled up next to the sidewalk, slowly drifting to a stop. Two doors clicked open, revealing a driver, and his passenger. The driver seemed rather irritated.

"Any reason I had to drive you all the way here from Maine?"

"Yes, of course there was a reason."

"Care to share it?"

The passenger, a woman in a plum-colored Victorian-esque outfit, reached over and patted her driver on his head.

"You look much better in the hat."

Erik ripped the hat from his head, throwing it to the ground. His freshly uncovered hair was dark for now, but was due to change almost any moment. He was dark of the face, giving him an oddly official yet carefree look about him, that just didn't quite match his style. Leaving the limo alone, he stepped over to stand beside Elise, surveying the surrounding city. Whistling, he asked his protege, "Is there a reason we're in this hell-hole of a city?"

"We're here precisely because this city is a hell-hole. There is a collection of dark creatures amassing below the streets.", she paused, pursing her lips while scanning the city, "And, right about now,"She found a clock above a small reflective pool, "every leader of anything creepy or crawly is meeting up right here. Beneath our feet." She tapped a shoe on the pavement.

"Alrighty then, lead the way, Mistress." Erik spoke the last word, dripping with poison.

Elise took it nonetheless, rocketing off in the direction of an 'adult party store' with almost reckless abandon. She reached a back door, producing a small, black key and unlocking the door, almost as if she was revealing a grand prize. Elise grew giddy, stepping into the dimly lit passage she revealed. Following close behind, Erik's appearance shifted, switching to a slightly taller, more manicured man. Still dressed in a button-up shirt, covered by a sleek black vest. His face was thin and narrow, and his stubble he had grown during the long drive all but disappeared, replaced by a thin, sinister smile. By the time either of their eyes had adjusted to the light, his transformation was done. Cast in shadow, both of them took the change in stride, used to Erik's fluid appearance. His 'new' look, would certainly disturb someone at the meeting.

They continued down the passage, reaching a staircase, leading downwards further into the darkness. As the depth increased, so did the pitch, until they finally reached a point where they could hardly see their own feet, much less the stairs. This hardly slowed Elise, who continued down into the depths, humming a tune. Finally reaching a door, Elise thew it open, revealing a large dark city. The city was left in perpetual darkness, much to the relief of most of the nocturnal inhabitants.

They located the bar immediately, a dingy old place set in a horrible state of disrepair, with an ancient title that neither of them bothered to read. They saw a few patrons loitering outside, before heading inside with happy looks plastered on their faces."It seems we're late." Erik said, pulling out a pair of glasses from a vest pocket.

"And who's fault would that be?" Elise responded, dropping into a sour mood, and giving Erik a poor-spirited look.

Erik fell silent, and followed her inside, through the bar, and into the private back room. Erik exchanged a few pleasantries, while Elise went about securing a nice pot of tea. Once they had both had a moment to sit however, they focused on the other guests around them. Elise, saw their faces, and knew them all immediately, where as Erik hardly knew any of them. They both took a seat near the back of the room, away from the small central light in the ceiling. Erik pulled himself further towards the center of the table, while Elise slunk backwards, recoiling into the shadows, content on just listening in for the time being.

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"You tell me Wreck-it-Ralph. I am on your level currently." Luca replied to her with his usual stonic expression on his face. It made it much that much more of a challenge getting him to smile was something that Luna had tried to do for years. Only once had she ever accomplished it but she was pretty sure she dreamnt the whole thing as it when she blinked his face remained emotionless so since then she has constantly tried to get him to smile whenever she saw him.

"Please wreck-it-Ralph hasn't got amazing fashion sense like me." Her usual cocky smirk plastered across her face.
"Plus I'm to fabulous, you'll never reach my level" She'd wink at him as she played with the ends of her hair by twisting them around her finger.
"Hey Luca? "In your hurry to grow, did your brain develop properly? She asked seriously, but it didn't last long as she started to giggle.

Soon after her little joke, many people began to enter the room. Eamon being one of them, she knew him mainly due to her summoning him a few times. Not for any specific reasons she just thought he was a cool demon and she liked to give him some work every now and then, nodding to him in acknowledgement as she let her eyes wander around the room taking in her surroundings and everyone in them.

Turning her gaze back to Luca she noticed that while he was more or less commending his sister to sit beside him, his gaze remained on Luna. Luna wasn't one that felt uncomfortable with usually being stared at but something about Luca always made her nervous around him, especially when he looked at her. So before her cheeks would become more pink than they were all ready she looked away from him.

Looking at the other supernatural she couldn't help but shift in her seat. It seemed that many of the leaders had come in pairs, and it seemed that her fellow leader Jordan hadn't turned up yet. Not that it surprised her or anything he was known for usually being late or not particularly interested in anything that resulted in team work.
"It seem's my fellow necromancer is late as usual.. But is this everyone?"She questioned no one in particular

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"Do you really have to go out again?" Cadence asks, watching Jordan don his usual going out attire; Black jacket, hole-y jeans, and a shirt thats obviously been through the wringer. He glances at her from the corner of his eye, frowning a bit."Yes I do, and by the way what happened to doing your homework?" Her eyes go wide, pursing her lips into a scowl. "Its so boring!" She complains, the same old argument shes been using forever now. Jordan rolls his eyes and stoops to lace up his shoes.

"Just go do it," he says through clenched teeth. Managing his temper, knowing it will only do more harm than good to yell at her about it. They've been doing this dance since she started school, and its entirely too exhausting to focus on...No, he has more important things to do right now.

"Whatever," She huffs and stands. Seconds later her arms wrapping around Jordan "Love you, come back soon okay?" He returns the hug, freezing at a feeling of breath on his neck. He doesn't have to look in the mirror to know that nobody is actually there, just a long forgotten memory. A memory that makes gasping, choking noises next to his ear.'You let her parents die Jordan, you don't deserve her love.' It whispers, cackling wildly just a moment after. Ice cold power surges through him for just a moment, ready to explode outward but he combats it, digging his fingernails into his skin to distract himself.

"I will," he replies tightly, loosening his grip on her quickly. After composing himself, and doing his best to ignore the memory thats standing just over Cadence, looking smug as it runs ghostly fingers through her brunette hair.
"Be good, while I'm gone." He says, promptly shooing her away, turning towards the mirror one last time to glance at his reflection. The memory is still standing there, grinning wide to show off bloodstained teeth. He doesn't recognize this one, though he knows there are plenty of people who have died by his hands that he doesn't remember. She is likely among the ones slaughtered during his infamous killing spree several years back.

He's already late - or so he suspects, so he doesn't bother hurrying along with things. Stopping off to acquire a pack of cigarettes from a corner store, before finally making his way towards the one place that doesn't require him to hide away in the shadows.
As he continues on his path the ache of guilt begins to surface in his gut. Another round of self doubt arising in the wake of his near outburst earlier. He looks around wildly, simply waiting for the appearance of more 'memories,' their dull whisper-y voices already bouncing around the inside of his head. However in the time it takes him to arrive to his destination only the one from before continues to hang around, always seen just out of the corner of his eyes. Everything about it is annoying, but he has very little choice but to endure it.

"Ostende mihi viam." He whispers, feeling the trickle of power begin to race through him. He glances around, watching the world around him turn into a jumble of colors and symbols. Hidden signs directing him to the place he needs to go. He follows the path, noticing immediately a red lit up doorway, something he wouldn't have noticed were he not using his abilities. He pushes past a door labeled "Authorized Personnel Only," descending into the darkness quickly. A grin spreads slowly on his face, taking in the sights and sounds for a moment. Its dark, but his eyes adjust quickly and he can see the throng of people here. He stops he usage of his abilities,

'Filthy creatures,' whispers the memory over his shoulder, 'all of you should be eradicated. He ignores it, knowing that hes the only one that can see it. He catches sight of a few familiar faces, but doesn't take the time to stop and chat as he heads towards the meeting place. He enters quietly, content with keeping silent for the moment. Well, that is until he hears Luna speaking "It seem's my fellow necromancer is late as usual.. But is this everyone?"

"Oh Luna, you know me, always the last to arrive, always the first to leave." He smirks, sliding into a seat.

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Late as usual, Roslyn scoffs as she checks the time, not in the least worried about showing up late to an impromptu meeting. One that she has no interest in whatsoever beyond the need to hear the latest gossip. Sure, she cares that those damn hunters are out there weeding out her kind at an alarming pace, but she could care less about many of the others. However, she consoles herself with the knowledge that if anything she will get to see her fellow leader there. It isn't every week that their paths cross after all.

The sound of muffled screams draws her attention. She glances down, as if having forgotten completely what she had been doing before. Her hands placed on either side of a human mans face, his eyes nearly completely rolled back into his head. She smiles, "Oh dear, I almost forgot about you."

Crack! A single twist and the man goes limp, dead. She removes herself from his lap, where she had been perched before. She leaves the body, a little present for whoever manages to find him. It had taken her quite a long time to carve his body up, and she was proud of the work she had done.

"Hmmm, not exactly meeting ready." She takes note of the blood, practically soaked into her formerly white button up. Splatters of it everywhere. Not that its any of her problem, the clean up is always the least fun part of it all. "It'll have to do." She says to herself.

Teleporting - though extremely rough on the gut most days - is pretty simple this time around. She makes sure to get as close to the underground entrance as possible, not wanting to risk a sighting by Hunters. Thats the last thing she needs, to get caught up in some fight with those idiots. She walks the short distance to the door, descending quickly into the darkness. She is briefly reminded of a silly horror movie she watched recently, well, sort of watched while plotting the demise of her "date."
Roslyn doesn't bother announcing her presence, simply casts her sights about the room to take stock of its inhabitants. She knows a few of them, here and there, but overall her lack of need to associate with other creatures leaves her unable to place most of the faces. She does notice Eamon, and the Necromancers of course.

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Declan didn't really have much of a say in going into the pub seeing as Georgy already grabbed and dragged him inside. Declan easily could over power her or simply just teleport away if he so wanted but he knew that would only make her angry and he knew better than to upset Georgy. He also worried that upsetting her would ruin and possibly terminate whatever it was they had right now. Declan couldn't risk jeopardizing that.

Declan felt a bit odd with her hand wrapped around his and was too busy staring to really pay attention to the fact that she was dragging him towards Luca. It wasn't still she shoved him into the seat next to the man that hated him more than his own brother, that he fully processed what was going on. Declan stared forward and only focused on Georgy as he felt Luca's eyes on him. Declan wasn't really intimidated by Luca but he also didn't like the threats or the way Luca liked to glare into his nonexistent soul.

He wasn't really sure what to say. Normally he'd have a witty joke he'd crack to make Georgy laugh. Oh how he adored that laugh. But it felt weird with Luca right beside him with the girl he'd been courting. That girl was a necromancer and of course Declan had never met her before. Necromancers annoyingly made themselves immortal and avoided him.

He leaned forward in his seat towards Georgy. "So you want me to continue courting you in front of your brother?" Declan had no idea why he said that aloud and immediately regretted it. Not only did it make him sound extremely old, he probably just made Luca hate him more. He hoped that it would at least make Georgy laugh and she'd get the alpha male to stand down for a bit.

Declan noticed Dezember walk into the pub and look around for him. He quickly motioned her to come over to them. Anything to make this situation less awkward. "Dezember, come sit with us." He said to her as he grabbed and empty seat and placed it on the right side of him. They'd also been joined by another necromancer that seemed to know the girl Luca was obviously interested in.

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Luna definitely had Luca's attention whenever they were together. It intrigued him to find someone who actually wasn't intimidated or scared of him other than his sister. Most walked on eggshells around him to avoid making him angry. He didn't blame them, he knew he had a nasty temper. But sometimes it was honestly just a show to keep up the visage of being such an angry person all the time. He liked keeping people at an extreme distance. But none of that worked on Luna. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. And he'd never admit it out loud, but he kind of enjoyed it.

After his Wreck-it-Ralph comment, she began to go on some tangent about how she was more fabulous or something along those lines. Luca just shook his head while rolling his eyes at the comments. He was a guy, his knowledge or care for fashion extended as far as Old Navy and some jeans. "Hey Luca? "In your hurry to grow, did your brain develop properly?" He glanced up slightly while raised a brow, then responded, "Why should I worry about my brain when everything else is more than developed." He concluded his remark with a sly smirk. If she didn't know what he meant then she wasn't as smart as he thought. He was however thankful that Georgy hadn't been inside at the time to here his less then proper talk. After a moment of silence, he also added, "Plus... Why do I need a brain when Georgy does all my thinking for me?"

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As Georgy sat there Indian style on the table she watched as more and more people filed into the room. She didn't realize how many different species were still alive. That's a good thing. But unfortunately, they're are also a lot that have now become extinct because of the Dark Hunters. Georgy wasn't the one who really had that big of a problem with any of the species, she didn't see the point in holding a grudge against someone who can't control what they are. Unlike her brother. But she generally kept that to herself. She was surprised at how many faces she didn't know. Her and Luca had always seemed to know a good handful of Darks just because they traveled a lot. But the majority of the people in the room were new faces.

As Georgy's gaze shifted over to Declan as he began to lean in towards her, "So you want me to continue courting you in front of your brother?" Her gaze quickly widened, as it shot back and forth between Dec and her brother. She brought her hands up to cup her mouth as she spoke quietly, "Oh Declan... no." She knew he meant nothing by it. Dec was so old fashioned about a lot of things that for people like that "courting" is anything beyond a friendships. Georgy would define it as a flirt-ship or something along those lines. But either way he said it... out loud... in front of her brother.

Luca's more content facial expression shifted to anger. His brows furrowed while he clenched his jaw and began to stand up out of his chair. Georgy quickly slid off the table onto her feet, standing between Declan and her brother. Luca could more than easily over power his sister, she was a whole foot shorter than him and didn't have much to her. He would never do that, but it was probably a sight seeing such a small woman stand up to him. "Luca... Brother please." She placed her hands against his chest, while her eyes pleaded up at him. Not many people understood why Luca was so over protective of her, which probably made this whole exchange rather odd to observe. He just couldn't trust anyone after what happened to their brother and he didn't know what he'd do without his sister. Luca looked between Georgy and Declan, and with a dissatisfied grunt he walked away from them and headed through the door.

Georgy stood there for a long minute, staring down at her feet before she slowly moved over to take the seat her brother once sat in. She slunk down in the chair, bringing her feet up to rest on the edge of the seat so her knees blocked her face from a majority of the people in the room. She was embarrassed. Embarrassed by what Declan said in front of her brother but even more embarrassed about how he acted. She yanked off her beanie, tossing it onto the table, then ran a hand back through her long blonde hair. She tilted her head back to rest on the back of the chair. She must not have noticed whenever Declan invited Dezember over, it probably was while she was confronting Luca. But as she rested her head on the back of the chair, then reopened her eyes she saw Dez. Georgy tried to fake a halfway decent smile towards her friend, "Hey Dez... Sorry didn't see ya."

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Luca didn't expect Georgy to come after him as he left the conference room. She knew better. He wasn't surprised that someone had taking a liking to his sister. It's happened before. And he isn't a huge fan of her dating just because it always complicates everything. He's trying so hard just to keep her safe, he promised Anton he would. It always worried him with her ever growing pool of friends or suitors that one of them could bring more harm than good. He could understand why guys would like her. But what he didn't understand is how she could even contemplate being with someone like Declan... Someone without a soul. That's exactly the type of person he wanted Georgy to steer clear of.

Luca walked past Hayley and Maya on his way out of Medusa's. Not trying to seem like a total dick, he nodded his head in their direction which was more of a greeting than he gave most. As he came back outside he noticed Terry talking to another male. Luca, taking in the new comers scent quickly realized it was a vampire, just by the smell. He slowly stepped down the stairs that lead up to the entrance, moving to stand beside the Wolf. Terry and Luca had a sort of love hate relationship. They enjoyed pissing each other off, but also respected each other and had one another's back. And this was such an occasion. Luca placed his hand on Terry's shoulder, "Everything cool?" He asked while motioning his head towards the walking corpse.

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Luca hadn't be outside with Terry and the Vamps for more than a minute before the hostile Nadia chimed in at his question, “It’s as if we are in a zoo with all these animals.” He leaned forward slightly to glance around Terry's head to look at the feisty brunette vampire, "Well then you should feel right at home." He smirked while raising a brow at her. Luca quickly began to feel like everyone was showing up at the same time, because not shortly after the witty banter with Nadia, 2 more women showed up at the Medusa. One saying very loudly for all of them to hear, "You'd think with everything going on the wolves and vampires and whatever would get over themselves." Being the smart ass he is, Luca glanced over his shoulder towards the female, "Hey, this whatever is a Shapeshifter." He pointed at himself when he said "whatever" and then gave a thumbs up at the end of his statement.

Luca shifted his attention back towards the elder male vampire before him, that addressed Terry about the very evident Elephant in the room. "Since I know it's going to be brought up in the meeting, I want to discuss it now. As far as I'm concerned, there's no good reason that there should be beef between us. I've been on this earth for two thousand years and I still don't know what this feud is about. While I'm sure that many of my kind would like to continue this pissing contest that we've been competing over, we unfortunately have bigger troubles on our hands. I suggest he have a truce. Together we have a much better chance of survival than separate." When the male concluded, he extended his right hand out towards Terry in offering of a truce. Luca was slightly impressed by the blatant openness of the vampire, but he still didn't like the idea of the truce. How long could it honestly last? But this wasn't his decision, it was Terry's.

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Georgy grew impatient in her chair, bringing her left hand up to push back the sleeve of her jacket on her right arm. Glancing down at her watch, she saw the time, and with an aggravated groan she stood up, pushing her chair backwards. Weaving through chairs and people, she made her way to the curtain door, walking through it nearly bumping into a woman with blue hair. "Oh... sorry." She offered an apologetic smile, while holding open the curtain door for the female and her friend. Once they were through she headed towards the entrance of the bar, pushing chairs out of her way, not really having the patience to weave through them. Reaching the door, she pushed it open, "Sorry for the interruption," crossing her arms over her chest while propping the door open with her right foot. "Luca! You can be pissed at me all you want... I don't care. But please take your sulking ass back inside." She motioned her hands in a circle, pointing them towards the inside of the bar, "I'd appreciate having my giant, brute of a brother backing me up."

Georgy waited a moment in the doorway, flashing everyone else around a smile. She didn't like coming off as a bitch but her brother was ridiculous. Luca, still not moving, she sighed heavily while tapping her foot loud enough so he would hear it. "Jesus Georgy I'm coming!" He practically growled. "Thank you," Satisfied, Georgy smiled happily as she spun around to go back inside. "I saw that," She didn't have to look back at her brother to know that he rolled his eyes at her as he followed after her.

Upon reentering the increasingly over crowded room, Georgy made her way to head of the table while Luca maneuvered through people, taking a seat beside Luna. Standing at the epicenter of the room, Georgy cleared her throat nervously before speaking towards everyone, "Hello everyone. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for coming. I know it's a lot to ask, and many of us don't quite see eye to eye." She shot a glare towards her brother before continuing, "We all know why we're here. And I, as much as the next person, wish that we didn't have to go to such extremes but... I fear we have no other choices at our disposal." As she continued to talk, she noticed she was gaining more and more of the rooms attention. And as more eyes settled on her, she began to grow more and more nervous. She hated being the center of attention and her brother gave no support, sitting there watching her like everyone else. The nerves began to make her hands shake, and to avoid looking weak or scared to everyone else, she placed her hands down on the table leaning against them.

"Our numbers, as a whole, are a fraction of what they used to be... And within the last decade at least 5 other species of Supers have gone extinct." Georgy swallowed hard while glancing over towards Declan and Dezember, hoping to get reassuring smiles or something from her friends before looking back out towards the group. "So we need to figure out how we all are going to turn the odds in our favor!... And as much as we hate it, we all need to work together."

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Declan didn't react at all to Luca getting upset with him. In a way, he was embarrassed by what he said considering that was Luca's sister but he overall looked rather smug about the whole situation. He actually ignored the siblings and gave his attention to his protégé, Dezember. "Any exciting tales to tell about work? I actually brought a man to hell today and it was rather intriguing. He was a large fellow with a huge gut and the most ridiculously stereotypical redneck hair do you could imagine. It turned out that man not only raped women..." He paused for dramatic effect. "He murdered their families if they tried to talk. How peculiar?"

He gave her a moment to react when his attention was drawn back onto Georgy who took center stage in the run down pub to make any announcement. He turned his chair to face her better and sat up straight but leaned enough to make it seem like he was truly engaged in every word she had to say. "Hello everyone. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for coming. I know it's a lot to ask, and many of us don't quite see eye to eye." Declan watched her shoot a glare towards Luca which only made Declan look even more smug than before.

"We all know why we're here. And I, as much as the next person, wish that we didn't have to go to such extremes but... I fear we have no other choices at our disposal." The room slowly became more silent as more people began to pay attention. Declan could easily sense that she was getting nervous. He prepared himself to stand up and support her by fixing his suit. He was only going up there if he looked most presentable.

"Our numbers, as a whole, are a fraction of what they used to be... And within the last decade at least 5 other species of Supers have gone extinct." Georgy glanced towards him and Dezember and he made sure to give his most convincing smile to help put her nerves at ease. "So we need to figure out how we all are going to turn the odds in our favor!... And as much as we hate it, we all need to work together." Declan took the moment of silence to stand up next to her. He stood rather close and he had an expression like he was asking for a challenge but not from Luca. He was there to keep the others from daring to question Georgy.

"Georgeta is right." He spoke formally. "These foolish quarrels that we have with each other or what's diminishing our once great numbers." He was addressing the werewolves and vampires mostly. "But more importantly, we are allowing pride and ignorance to blind our judgement on noticing the real threat." He put one hand in his pocket. "It's not just the dark metal or Dark Hunters we need to worry about anymore... It's mankind."

Ronan was standing behind Lydia's left shoulder. She was seated at the end of the conference table. It was Ronan's idea to position themselves at the end of the room in case they need to make a hasty exit through the walls in spirit form. He observed the oncoming crowd. Ronan never had a problem with mortals since their skills were not on par with his, but the game is different here. In here, everyone is a nightmare of unknown levels.

"Our numbers, as a whole, are a fraction of what they used to be... And within the last decade at least 5 other species of Supers have gone extinct", the blonde female shapeshifer named Georgeta spoke with confidence. She acted like an underworld celebrity. Her relationship with her brother was very strong. A man like that would never allow someone to touch his little sister. The reaper, Declan, said that they share a similar history with Ronan. Ronan understood that they both hail from Romania.

Eamon Duke was sitting on the left side of the conference table, four chairs away from the Banshees. He was balancing a switchblade on his index finger. Razor-sharp. 2-inch long. The demon seemed to be completely bored with Georgeta's speech. He kept looking at Lydia. His eyes penetrating her body, violating her in his mind. Ronan fixated his sight on the demon, turning his body slightly in his direction, challenging him, sending him a message to back off or else. Eamon responded by flashing a sardonic grin and shifting his eyes to pitch-black orbs, accepting his challenge.

Ronan knew this meeting would be cut short. He knew something like this was going to happen from the start. The demon got up from the wooden chair, creating a very slow and very loud friction with the rusted wooden floor that went over female shapeshifter's voice. Eamon left his knife of the table and started towards Ronan, eyes emitting a demonic pitch black.

Ronan remained at his place, hands crossed behind his back, standing behind Lydia's left shoulder. The demon closed in on him until he reached the chair closest to her's. He stood there for a second, piercing him with his gaze, right before he put his hand on Ronan's shoulder. "You got a problem??".

Ronan had to wait until the last possible second to make his move. Anything before that would make him look hostile, and reflect badly on the Banshees' status. He grabbed the demon's overstretched arm with his left hand, twisting his hand and crossing it across his body to give him leverage. His right hand produced a hidden black-steel blade from his side. He throw the demon towards the wall and held the blade to his neck. The edge of the knife was held by a dent on the wooden wall with the blade held on the demon's neck, trapping him in place.

"Don't touch her", he said in a calm and collected sound. "You are poison".
The entire room's attention suddenly shifted towards the escalating situation at the end of the conference table. A small trickle of blood made its way across the blade. Ronan was ready to slice the demon's neck if he so much as made one wrong move.

Lydia felt a small rush when the demon's eyes met hers. He gave a small smirk, almost acknowledging her existence but then crossed his arms as if he didn't care. She tried and failed to look away and soon the demon rose up and took a seat beside her. She was glad Ronan was standing beside her. She almost felt like a Queen but she did feel safer for it. Ronan was a fighter, she was most certainly not.

"Hey" the Demon said and Lydia gave another small, barely visible smile, like one would give a stranger who granted them a smile after they bumped you in the street. "Hi." She said softly. It was then that the Shapeshifter began to address the group and Lydia listened on.

"Since I know it's going to be brought up in the meeting, I want to discuss it now. As far as I'm concerned, there's no good reason that there should be beef between us. I've been on this earth for two thousand years and I still don't know what this feud is about. While I'm sure that many of my kind would like to continue this pissing contest that we've been competing over, we unfortunately have bigger troubles on our hands. I suggest he have a truce. Together we have a much better chance of survival than separate." He said addressing the werewolf, but Lydia was glad to see it. It was then that an impatient yet pretty blonde woman spoke addressing them all.

"Hello everyone. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for coming. I know it's a lot to ask, and many of us don't quite see eye to eye." She glared dangerously at the man that spoke. She wished she knew their names but Banshees were reclusive by nature. Most days. "We all know why we're here. And I, as much as the next person, wish that we didn't have to go to such extremes but... I fear we have no other choices at our disposal."She went on, and set her hands on the table with more confidence.
"Our numbers, as a whole, are a fraction of what they used to be... And within the last decade at least 5 other species of Supers have gone extinct." She said and Lydia took a breath. She and Ronan were the only ones. Her entire family was gone, her species, endangered, more so then the others "So we need to figure out how we all are going to turn the odds in our favor!... And as much as we hate it, we all need to work together." She said and Lydia smiled hopefully.

"Georgeta is right." said the dashing vampire from the table. She noted the blonde shapeshifter's name. "These foolish quarrels that we have with each other or what's diminishing our once great numbers." He said "But more importantly, we are allowing pride and ignorance to blind our judgement on noticing the real threat." He slipped a hand in his pocket and went on. "It's not just the dark metal or Dark Hunters we need to worry about anymore... It's mankind."

He said, and no sooner did he say that, did Ronan suddenly reach out and snatch the demon from the chair beside her and shoved him against the wall with a knife to his throat.
"Don't touch her", She heard Ronan said, in that calm way that scared the hell out of her. "You are poison".

"Ronan!" Lydia gasped. "What the hell are you doing? Let him go!" She shouted, taking Ronan's arm and pulling at him, the demon had teleported across the room,catching Lydia's attention for a moment. She didn't see the demon reach for her nor did she care what he did at the moment.

"Are you insane? This is a meeting of peace, Ronan!" She shouted then cleared her throat, lowering her voice some. "and you are going against that." She said, an then held up a hand, should he talk, clearly not wanting to hear anything from him.

"I am...so sorry everyone. Forgive my Queensguard Ronan, Our kind, the bean sidhe.... or more commonly Banshee, we are the last two of our kind, it makes us....jumpy." She said cutting her eyes at Ronan.

"I am Lydia Pearce, Queen of the Banshee, for eons, my people have been reclusive, we don't really socialize, and we've helped mortal continue their lives, unmolested, we warn them of the coming demise but in that, in recent years, we put ourselves in the line of fire and that is why Ronan and I are the only ones left." She said, tears glossing her eyes. Real tears. Not the sticky black tears of a Banshee's tears

"Contrary to what was just displayed here, We don't fight, we never have, not until recently, but we can... and we will, but against the mortals that we once protected. We will do all that we can." She said and took a breath and turned to take a seat. "We'll talk later..." She said, clearly not pleased with him.

Augustus sighed as Price had declined the truce. What possible reason was there to not accept? He wondered what exactly Price had in mind for the survival of his pack. A war may not exist as of the moment, but he knew that it could come at any time and when it did it would be a blood math. Then the hunters would pick up the pieces.

Augustus listened to the concerns quietly until he voiced his concerns. "I believe if we continued this war, we would lose regardless of our strategy. We can't fight them head on, we're outnumbered, we're outgunned, and we don't have the means to expand. Which leaves only two other options. Either we create an independent nation far from the others, which is unlikely, or we integrate ourselves into society."

"I have a plan should we choose the latter. The vampire clans can back a reparation payment to the United States government for...the atrocities that we've caused. In exchange the president will sign an executive order stating that we are now applicable for citizenship and it will be the responsibility of the states on how to handle us. We can then influence the southwest into becoming friendly to our kind, even if is just through the government. As for the hunters, in the supernatural friendly states, they would probably be integrated into the police and those that continue on their missions would be marked as terrorists"

Augustus took a metal canteen filled with blood from his jacket. After taking a swig he let out another sigh before the proposal continued. "If we did that the war would end in these areas at least, allowing us to get back on our feet and recover a portion of our numbers. There would still be violence from the hunters, but at least they would be fewer in number and we would have some support."

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Luca shifted in his seat uneasily as his sister's speech, for lack of a better term was interrupted by the Demon and Banshee. He didn't really know the reason for the tussle or cared. On a regular day he'd let the disagreement continue and probably kick back with some popcorn and enjoy it. But even if he didn't like the idea of working together, he still had little patience for those rude enough to show up to the meeting and fight before it could really get under way. So with an agitated sigh, Luca stood up, kicking his chair backwards before making his way over to the men. Reaching them just as the Demon disappeared, then re-appeared on the other side of the room. He sighed, running his hands over his face before speaking towards Ronan, "Look, whatever reason you have for wanting to kick a Demon's ass is probably worth while... But, if we could either wait until after my sister is done or take it outside, I'd be very appreciative." Luca made sure he only spoke loud enough for the man to hear. As much as he loved fights and whatever else, he wasn't try to cause any farther arguments. He had no issue with the Banshee. Just wanted his sister to get the attention she deserved because he knew she was terrified of public speaking.

Luca turned his attention towards Hayley as she asked the questions he knew were inevitably going to be asked of his sister but before Georgy had a time to reply, the male vampire chimed in with his 2 cents. He talked about some stupid bullshit about creating a new nation or trying to blend into society and get citizenship. Maya then began to agree with the male Vampire. Luca shook his head slightly while laughing before saying, "So you're saying you think we should either try to become our nation which would stop absolutely nothing... We'd just be our own country, that's if we could find land and hope that would stop the war. But it wouldn't, they'd just have a nation to target and a more direct idea about our location. And last I checked the only land that didn't really have a claim on it already was Antartica. You may be cold blooded because you're dead, but some of us can still die of hypothermia."

He looked over towards his sister before glancing back towards the room, counting the second option on his fingers as if listing off the possibilities, "Or we let Dracula and his band of blood suckers petition the government?" Luca was literally laughing at such a naive idea. "This is beyond governments and politics. I, for one, would never put my life and trust in the hands of the Vampires to discuss executive order and citizenship. You want us to conform to society... blend in. Some, such as the Vampires, can and have blended in with humans easily for centuries. But what about those that can't? I don't want to have to change who I am to fit into a society ran by egotistical humans that believe they are the end all be all. Laws and citizenships don't end wars and murder. We will STILL be hunted mercilessly regardless of whatever the 'government' says. Plus, let us not forget the simple fact that the President was one of those who thought turning their efforts against us was a good idea? We did not ask for these lives. But they are OUR LIVES and we have a right to fight for them."

"And although Maya and Augustus make good points. I don't think that'll be enough. We'll still be hunted. Politicians... Media... They've all made us out to be these enemies when we lived in hidden silence for years. They act as if we kill more than the rapists and serial killers that plague the streets of every city. We're an easy target to aim their hatred at. It's easier to point fingers at us than accept their own flaws and short comings. And as much 'having our own nation, city or whatever' sounds appealing, we'd have to assume that humans are accepting. Which they aren't... hell they alienated people of darker skin color and made them slaves just because they looked different. Imagine how much worse it'd be since we actually are different."

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Georgy shouldn't have been shocked when they were together barely 15 minutes and there were already people starting to fight. She brought her hand up to scratch her head nervously. She hated public speaking. How was she supposed to make all these very different people come together to try and just survive. She desperately wanted to reach out and take Declan's hand because just that small amount of contact would help give her the strength and confidence she needed. But as if timed perfectly, Maya made her way up front, taking her hand whispering something about picturing them naked. Georgy couldn't help but chuckle at the comment. Thankfully Luca could see the disruption made her lose her train of thought and shift about nervously. So he went over to the one Banshee male, saying something inaudible but by the looks of it her brother was actually trying to be a decent person. But what he did next really took her by surprise. He actually spoke up. That wasn't something Luca did very often.

Knowing that she now had the full support of her brother, Georgy was able to continue, "To answer your question Hayley... No I don't have a clear answer on how to solve all of our problems. But I do know that it needs to start here, in this room." She pointed down at the ground as she spoke, slowly gaining more confidence as she spoke. "Everyone that is left looks towards us for guidance. And we're still quarreling about petty feuds that are centuries old. What good does it do? We are putting all our effort towards battles that haven't been resolved for hundreds of years when we have a clear and more precedent danger right at our door step. We could go back to living on our own but we will die that way. They'll be able to hunt us and expect our tactics because each species is predictable. Kill vampires during the day when they can't travel, attract Reapers by causing death... It's not difficult to end us when we are isolated and separated. But when we are together... We're unpredictable. We can balance each others' weaknesses with another's strengths. Moves and counter moves."

"I'm not saying this will be easy... Because it won't be. But if we all continue to be stubborn and allow our egos to get the better of us we won't be getting anywhere. If you're out numbered 1000 to 1, who is going to want to come help you when you're a dick towards the only people that have the ability to help you.... You may not care about the lives of the others in this room or in your species, but you care about your own life enough to keep fighting and to be here. If you think that being on your own is the best option for your survival then by all means go." Georgy motioned towards the door. Her nerves were completely gone. She may have been small, but she was emanating strength and hope. Something they all needed.

"And you might win for awhile. Kill the hunters that come your way. But one day there WILL be too many and there will be no one there to help you. But I agree with Luca. Humans... they think they are better than us. Superior. When they haven't accepted the facts. We are the evolution of mankind. We are stronger, faster, BETTER. We are the new age of life. They can't accept that they aren't on top of the food chain anymore. It scares them. And that is one thing that is more powerful than all of us in this room... Their fear! We need to show them why we are the monsters their children fear at night. We need to show them that we may be few in number, but we out power them ten fold. We need to show them... That we are going NO WHERE!"

Although the younger werewolf agreed with most of the idea, the young shape shifters who spoke up thought differently. One was displaying the utter hopelessness of of the situation and the other, well the other suggested using fear of all things to fight.

"Pray tell child, how many times has this worked in history?." Augustus said, annoyed. "Us going into hiding is nothing new, no we've been losing this competition for ages. Humans are not the weaker species. They are the apex predator. They always have been. We don't evolve the way they do, we don't multiply as fast, and most importantly, we don't have the drive they do. As for fear, well fear turns to hate awful quick. That hate derived from fear is the greatest drive one can have to fight. I've seen it happen hundreds of time with even the pettiest of things. So if we were to incite the fear that we would dominate the planet, it would only deepen their resolve to kills us and take even more extreme measures. Augustus relaxed a bit. It annoyed him when the new and inexperienced lectured their elders on their own new ideas. Every vampire has had that same thought process and every time they either grew out of it with age as they realized the reality or get killed by a mob of angry men.

"As for the president, he wasn't the start of this, that goes back before he was elected. During his last election, some colleagues and I supported one of his super pacts. Well worth it after he slashed the corporate taxes. I'm sure I can get an audience with him if I threaten to reveal he was funded by a vampire. As for their agreement...." Augustus rubbed his face. "My clans will sell their assets and provide their funds to settle the United State's debt. All of it. What president, in their right mind, would pass up an exchange like that?" He really didn't like the payment part. After thousands of years, with all his saving and gathering of power, he would be reduced to a fraction of his former funds.

"Understand, we won't be going into this without any guns. My clans can hire an army to protect us and we can limit production offshore to keep the government in line. This new city would work as a territory and we'd be responsible for the defense. Imagine a well equipped supernatural army with the newest technology. Even an air force. We can funnel money into our defenses. We don't have the same needs or even the same mindset as humans, so our spending would be more essential. This city could be a Mecca to our kind across the world. One that can prosper and protect. It would need a massive amount of work and I feel that we could meet that if we band together. Not to tear down this world, but to build it up."

Luna couldn't help but roll her eyes at her fellow necromancer, Jordan. He wasn't one for company nor was he usually the type to take anything seriously. "Yes and that's usually why there's not point in you attending these."

Turning back to Luca she couldn't help but notice him spacing out. Luca was the guy she loved to annoy, something about him made it enjoyable for her. She liked that he put up a hard front and tried to keep Luna out, but this just intrigued her more. And she was most definitely not afraid of him like many others. It also helped that he was pretty attractive. Not that she would ever admit it.
"Why should I worry about my brain when everything else is more than developed." His sly smirk evident on his face. Luna couldn't help but start to blush, she couldn't believe he had just said that. But two can play at that game.
"Oh really? Maybe you could show me sometime?" Licking her lips slightly as she spoke.

She couldn't help but giggle slightly about his remark of Georgy being his brain. Before she could even comprehend what was going on around her, Luca and Georgy seemed to have some kind of miniature argument, resulting in Luca leaving the room and Georgy appearing to be a little embarrassed if Luna was correct. It was safe to say Luna was more than less confused about what was going on so she just looked to her partner.

"So how've you been lately?" She asked Jordan with a hint of curiosity laced into her voice. Before he was even able to respond to her question Luna felt a prickling sensation in the back of her neck, as if she was being watched or glared at. Right opposite her sat a gorgon, one in which she had never met. So she wasn't exactly sure why the girl was glaring daggers into the back of her head. But she sure as hell was going to find out.

"Can I help you with anything?" Annoyance and a slight bit of anger in the tone of her voice, soon after she spoke, she felt the chair beside her being pulled out to then find Luca sitting beside her. Smiling to him slightly as she began to listen in on the meeting that soon began.

"Your not suggesting we go to war with them right? It's not entirely the governments fault though. It's the bloody Hunters. How are we meant to go up against something that can kill us by just touching us? These people were trained to hunt us, to kill us. They know our species weaknesses. The amount of lingering souls about nowadays is through the roof! And your suggesting building up, that could take years! We need something that would work now." Luna couldn't believe she was getting so vexed, but it seemed the emotions of everyone in the room were beginning to effect her, she could even feel the burning sensation on inside of her wrist. "Just ignore what I said.. I got carried away" She mumbled.