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Ronan Grendel

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a character in “The Dark Extinction”, as played by Artifice_Blade

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F U L L N A M E
Ronan Asher Grendel

P H Y S I C A L - A G E
39

A C T U A L - A G E
392

G E N D E R
Male

S P E C I E S
Banshee

S E X U A L I T Y
H E T E R O S E X U A L

S O N G S
Where is My Mind || Maxence Cyrin

H E I G H T
6 ' 2 "

W E I G H T
180 lbs

S K I N
White

E Y E S
Black

H A I R
Brown

M A R K I N G S
S C A R S
    [color=Blue]β–² A dark circle above his heart from when the transformation happened

N O R M A L - A T T I R E
β–² Tailored black or beige suit
β–² Black loafers
β–² Dress pants
β–² White shirt


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PERSONALITY
Ronan can be described as a very simple man, with a heart of darkness. He is calm and collected. Never would he flail out in anger, as he considers anger a weakness. His decades of living have taught him strategic thinking and the best possible way to handle any situation. His reticent and observant nature have taught him to separate emotions when dealing with issues. His methodical approach to problem-solving has sparked a huge interest towards chess. He has lost his trusting nature long time ago, but he does offer sympathy and advice to his kind. His high intelligence and combat experience have earned him the title of "Sepper-Sai", which means "Death Merchant" in the ancient tongue. The last of his remaining kind is him and Lydia, Queen of The Banshees. The only one he could call a true friend is her since she have rescued him more times than he cares to admit. Ronan likes to dress up in custom tailored suits; he would never wear something that would put him on the weaker side of a conversation. He enjoys playing chess with Lydia, and listening to classical music.

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L I K E S
β–² Playing chess
β–² Reading
β–² Listening to classical music
β–² Reapers
β–² Talking to Lydia
β–² Fencing



D I S L I K E S
β–² Demons
β–² Modern life
β–² Pancakes
β–² Loud music



F E A R S
β–² Losing Lydia
β–² Not being able to kill Abbadon when the time comes to face him
β–² Getting killed before killing Abbadon
β–² Spending the rest of his days alone



W E A K N E S S E S
β–² Dark Metal
β–² Fighting multiple enemies simultaneously
β–² Ranged combat


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HISTORY/BIO
Ronan Grendel was born a lone child in the rurals of Romania in the March of 1623. He worked his father and grandfather in the family farm as soon as he was able to walk. His grandfather, Joseph, made sure that Ronan understood the value of work and its eventual payoff. Ronan lost both of his parents and grandfather to the Black Death when he was in his early 20s. It was up to Ronan and his sister, Ramona, to take care of the farm and look out for each other. He married his first love, Florina, and they had their first child in his late 30s. Ronan decided never to give his father and grandfather's land to strangers. The newlyweds decided to stay and take care of the farm. His sister, Ramona, stayed with them in the family farm and treated Florina with all the love and respect she could give her own sister.

In a moonless night, five years after Florina gave birth to their first child, Abel, Ronan came home late after selling the harvest in the town's local market. He entered the house and shouted his wife's name, but no one answered. He went upstairs to their bedroom and found the room colored with black and red. What remained of his wife and sister were only their severed heads on a wooden table, gazing in horror at whoever dares to enter this nightmare. Ronan was paralyzed in fear. He forced himself to move and check on his child. He ran to the nursery, screaming his son's name. A dark figure was standing on top of his crying child's bed. Abel stopped crying at the sight of his panting father. The figure had a worn, black leather duster with a glowing purple star on his back. The dark figure turned to face Ronan. He gave him a sinister smirk. "There you are! I was wondering when were you planning to join us. Me and Abel were starting to get restless", the dark figure said. Ronan lunged forward in an effort to grab the intruder. The dark figure's dodge was barely visible. The dark figure held up his hand and Ronan was thrown to a nearby wall, forbidding any muscle from moving.

"I'm afraid I didn't introduce myself. My name is Abbadon. Pleased to meet you", the dark figure gave a bow to the pinned man of the wall. As he rose back up, Abbadon's yellow eyes turned into two black orbs that covered his facial features.
"What did you do?", said the pinned Ronan.
"My life gets so boring sometimes, I have to include a plot twist every now and then", said apologetically. "This time, I decided to give my future self some fun".
Abbadon waved his hand down as if swatting a fly. Ronan collapsed on the floor. The slender Abbadon extended his shoulders sideways, beckoning Ronan to attack. "Attack me. Take revenge for your lovely wife and sister", said Abbadon while crossing his hands behind his back. Ronan stumbled to his feet and again lunged forward towards Abbadon. Arms swinging. Screaming. Every attack Ronan made was somehow dodged by Abbadon with his hands behind his back.

Ronan started panting after a while. His arms felt like bricks. He could barely stand. Not one attack landed on his enemy. With the same deadly swiftness, Abbadon dodged the last punch and put his right hand on the back Ronan's neck. "You're weak", said Abbadon right before slamming Ronan's face on the floorboards. "But you won't stay that way". Abbadon kicked Ronan on his side with his boot, launching him towards the wall with monstrous strength. The wall cabinets came crashing on Ronan's back as he was struggling for breath in the floor.

Abbadon moved slowly towards his victim, came down on one knee, and thrust his arm towards Ronan's heart, penetrating his rip cage. Ronan laid his back and screamed in pure pain at the top of his lung. Abbadon grabbed the back of his neck with his other hand and brought his victim face to face with himself.

After all those years, Ronan never forgot what Abbadon said on that horrible night. He still remembers it word for word.

"You won't die", said Abbadon. "You will walk the earth a tortured spirit, witnessing the death of everyone you everyone you know and not being able to do a damn thing about it. In time you will grow stronger, faster. When you become worthy to fight me again, I will find you, and I will rip your soul with my bare hands !!".

Abbadon's purple star sigil burst into life and covered the entire room in its glow. Ronan's scream turned into a deafening shriek that covered his entire existence and painted the path bloody for his past, present and future. Ronan's entire vision turned to dark purple and eventually blacked out.

In time, Ronan learned to control and develop his powers. During his travels, he discovered he was not the only one with this curse. He mentored his kind, giving them sage advice on how to use their powers, and most importantly, on how NOT to use their powers. "Our kind must never be discovered". Ronan trained his kind with the aid of his friend, Lydia, to use of weapons and close-quarter combat, in fear of the day that they might have to fight for their survival.

Ronan's fears came true when the first banshee was struck dead in spirit form. The creation of Dark Metal have forced the banshees to fight for their survival. Only two remain now, Ronan and Lydia.

P O W E R S
Β» Control Shadow: Ronan has the ability to bend the darkness to his will, blinding and confusing his enemies with their natural fear of the unknown.

Β» Spirit Form: A banshee can disappear into an "ethereal" form, giving him increased speed and agility and allowing him to bypass any interaction with physical objects.

Β» Wailing Scream: A banshee has the ability to conjure a horrific scream that can paralyze most enemies in fear. Ronan doesn't like to use this weapon, since it takes a huge toll on his spirit power, diminishing his other natural abilities.

Β» Death Sense: A banshee can sense when would a reaper pay the final visit to a living soul. With focus, Ronan can even see how and when a soul would draw its last breath.

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Ronan Grendel's Story

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It has been over 50 years since the Humans first found about our kind. They call us the Dark Ones or Dark Creatures, or some stupid variation of "Dark" something. Sure there were always some humans in secret that knew about our kind, and as long as we've been around there have also been hunters. But this was different, now the whole world knew. All the humans, every country and politician put aside their petty differences to focus on the "new" threat... all of us. For them, it was a great time of international peace. But the war was not over. Instead of focusing their aggression against each other, it was now turned full force towards us.

Of course us Dark Creatures, being the stubborn pains in the asses we are, we didn't think anything of it at first. We just thought hey, now I can kill and do whatever the hell I want, when I want because the world already knows about me. But it wasn't that simple. We underestimated the Humans. They're smarter than we give them credit for. They started creating academies to train hunters and would capture us... experiment on us. For 40 years we waged in a non stop battle, but we were winning. We had the upper hand. That was until they created Dark Metal.

Dark Metal is a synthetic alloy engineered by a group of hand picked scientists from across the globe. This metal has properties in it that makes it capable to harm, injure and even kill any and all Dark Creatures. It was the new age of technology they called it. A way to finally end the war. Well... It worked. In no time with the newly trained masses of hunters and Dark Metal, our numbers began to shrink rapidly. Within the last decade our numbers have decreased to a fraction of their glory. And with no choice, the leaders of every surviving species decided to consolidate their numbers for their best chance at survival.

So here we are, Las Vegas... Sin city. The home of the lowest of the low. What better place to try and rebuild the darkness then where the darkness thrives in everyone.





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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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Character Portrait: Hayley Rose Brian Character Portrait: Luca Vladmir Ardelean Character Portrait: Georgeta Livia Ardelean Character Portrait: Dezember Ortega Character Portrait: Terry Price Character Portrait: Declan Cane Character Portrait: Lydia Pearce Character Portrait: Ronan Grendel
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Hexcode
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Outfit
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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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Lydia was in a near panic. She couldn't believe the mistake she may have made. Warning a human was bad enough, but it was the particular human that made things that much worse.
"Oh god..." She said, running her hand over her face as she stopped her mad walk toward Ronan's room. Dressed in a red top, black jacket, jeans and pumps, she took a breath.
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She had to tell Ronan, and he was a good man, but he would be furious. This went against everything she taught him but she had to tell him and to make matters worse, there was a council meeting with all of the leaders....She happened to be one of them. Not that it really matter, she and Ronan were the only two left in the world, at least as far as they knew. If the others were smart, they would stay hidden...if they could. Most Banshee's learned to control their wailing young, but not the Pearces, they wanted to warn mortals, let them live their finite existence a little longer, so they never bothered to learn and after centuries of doing so, they adapted, so that it was impossible to stop it. Luckily for Ronan, he was made - a story, that was quite hard for her to believe, at first, but Ronan was an honest man- this made it possible for him to control it when death was near. Not for the Pearces, because of this, all of her family was dead. She was Queen by default and she felt it, every time, every time one of them fell, she felt it, and all she could do was cry, but these were real tears, wet, salty and full of pain. If it weren't for Ronan, she'd probably would have ended her own life but she was Queen now, for all the good that was, if anything she had to make her presence known.

Which was exactly her problem....she felt it, the person connected to a dying girl crossing her path . She had to warn him, tell him, otherwise, he would have put a bullet in her head, if only to shut her up. she couldn't stop her wailing, not unless she spoke found him.
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"You have a choice to make...you can kill me, or save her, you have the time for one of them, but you can't do both."

Thankfully, for the both of them, he went after his family member instead.

That was a day ago, and she had meant to tell Ronan, but then he sprang the meeting on her.

"Vegas?! Vegas! Ronan, do you know how many mortals die in Vegas....I can't control it like you can, you know that!" She went on and on, about it, but he managed to convince her the import of the meeting.

They were dying, they needed to do something about it.
"There'll be reapers there....and Demons, Oh God, Demons....They'll get us caught for their violence!" she'd said and in all of that panic she hadn't gotten to tell him what it is was she meant to tell him. She would do it now though.

She made her way toward the place they were staying, They made it to Vegas, but she was on egde, she didn't know if he would be following her, so she made it so that they had separated rooms in one of the Underworld's many havens hotels, but still, it did nothing for her shattered nerves. and before looking both ways, she phased through the door.

"Ronan, I hope your decent, we have to talk...." She said and made her way toward him. "I made a mistake. A terrible mistake." She told him.
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"The other day, when I got that feeling, you know....and I went to find the family....Well....I warned him...I shouldn't have, but I had to, and now I don't know what's going to happen...." She said, tossing her hands.
"I...." She paused and looked at him. She knew she was Queen and he looked up to her, but he was basically King, being the only one besides her and she looked young, like a teenager while he looked like he could have run a Fortune 500 company. Her heart raced.

"I know it was dangerous,." She spat out. "He could have followed me...I don't know, he could have told someone else, but the man I told..." She told him, sighing, before she closed her eyes.

"His name is Jason Hunt..." She bit her lip and took a breath for the real kicker. "A Dark Hunter...."

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The man on the park bench had a glowing red orb, right in the center of his heart, radiating in a wide circle covering his entire upper body. That's usually how it looked like, at least to Ronan. It used to be barely noticeable, like a red dot from a pointed laser. In time, it became second nature to him. It was like a switch that he can turn on and off at will. It was always tougher on Lydia, Ronan thought. It was not because she was weaker, on the contrary, she had pure blood running in her veins, but she had a very gentle soul. The ability to see everyone's final hour, and not able to do anything about it was overwhelming for her.

He took a deep breath. Felt his lungs expand. Held the air-conditioned air for a while, and slowly let go. He was facing the window overlooking the park. He had on a double-breasted three-piece suit. Gray tweed jacket. White shirt. Marone tie. Standing from the 5th floor window under the glow of the moon, he looked like a businessman from the oil days.

The man with the expanding red orb was in his fourties. Short. Overweight. He had on a white shirt. Cornflower blue tie. Brown khakis, and a pair of cheap canvas shoes. Looked like an accountant. He had an expanding tumor in his frontal cortex. He would die in the next two hours. There would be no way of knowing he had it from where he is sitting. He would die in his sleep with no pain and no suffering. A gentle way to die, Ronan thought.

Ronan's focus was interrupted by the gasping voice of Lydia. "Ronan, I hope you're decent. We have to talk". She was panting. Out of breath. She had used her spirit form to enter the room. Something wasn't right. Ronan approached her, hands held up in an effort to calm her. "Lydia. Calm down. Tell me what's wrong".

Lydia told her story. She had willingly met with a Dark Hunter in an effort to save a mortal. "You made a very dangerous move, Lydia. That meeting could've gone either ways".
"I know", she said in a terrified voice. "I just couldn't stand to see her die like that. I was gonna go insane". Ronan put his hand on her shoulders and met her face to face. "Calm down. We can't change what happened. I'm glad you're not hurt". There was a faint noise outside. Kids were throwing bottles on the street. The noise startled Ronan. He looked at the window. "We have to get out of here. We have to get to Las Vegas. We are not safe here. They know your face. There will be others with him now".

Lydia hesitantly agreed. She knew that was the right move to do. They packed their bags and head to Las Vegas. To the Underworld.

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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".

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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?"

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"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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Jason's hands griped around the steering wheel of the truck, his knuckles beginning to whiten. The memories of yesterday still replaying through his mind. He was in the middle of a hunt when the bloody banshee practically tackled him to the ground, warning him of his younger sisters death. He didn't know what to believe, he knew he should of killed the girl. But he felt like the girl was telling him the truth and he couldn't risk the life of his younger sister. So against his better judgement he let the girl go. And right now he was regretting it, though his sister did live. He felt like he completely failed in his job as a hunter. But he also questioned if all the supernatural were bad.

Sighing to himself as he followed behind the two girls, making sure to run his hand through his dirty blonde hair before entering the building. Upon entering the building he let Alex and Blake do what they wanted to the Vampire, torturing wasn't his fortay. His was beating the soulless bastards to near death and then begging for mercy. Not that he would ever show any mercy, not unless something was in it for him.

As Alex placed a hand upon his chest, he looked towards he with a knowing smirk placed upon his face. Turning back to the other two he nodded to the pair. Not before going to his pocket to retrieve a certain item.
"Here. We can use this to track his movement" He spoke barely audible to Jezebel and Blake whilst throwing the small tracking device to Blake. "Just put it somewhere well hidden and make sure you search him as well." And with that Jason left the pair to deal with the leech.

Following after Alex, he sighed as the cold hair hit against him. Looking over towards the girl he couldn't help but smile at her.
"So what can I do for you boss?"He asked jokingly making sure to salute her.






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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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Eamon was leaning against the wall still playing with his knife when she walked in. Of course she was on the arm of the older banshee. That was what Eamon called him, that or the other banshee or the annoying banshee, or, you get it. Though he knew the guys name was Ronan, he found that out when he was trying to find out her name, Lydia. She had tried to warn him about his sister's death, back in his human life. Of course he'd ignored her and his sister had died.

Eamon in reaction to seeing her immediately wiped the few drop of blood that were still on his hand. He didn't know why he felt compelled to, but he didn't know how the banshee thing works, and for some reason he didn't want to make her cry, especially not in the gathering. Most of them would rip the small girl to shreds at any sign of weakness.

She looked over at him, catching his eye, whispering something to the other banshee. Then right before she looked away her mouth kind of smiled just the tiniest bit. Which kind of shocked him, why would she smile at him? He only ever really brought death and pain to her. He gave a small smile back, his kind of 'I know you' acknowledgement. Then he looked away crossing his arms like he didn't care.

Then Roslyn arrived. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. Finally a chance to return to his more gruesome and heartless self. Him and Roslyn weren't the make plans to catch up over coffee types, and they weren't team players, but any time spent with Roslyn was always fun. She enjoyed killing as much as him, and was a lot of fun between the sheets too. Eamon had to say out of the demons still left, she was definitely his favorite. He walked over to her, which coincidentally brought him close to where Lydia was sitting, he couldn't help that could he?

"Man, am I glad someone someone here actually got the dress code right," He said sarcastically looking over her blood stained clothes with a grin. "So, where you been, and who are you wearing?" He asked. Though whilst waiting for a reply he couldn't help glancing back over his shoulder at Lydia who was sitting right by him, he paused in thought for a minute before saying to her simply, "Hey."

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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, β€œIt’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 protΓ©gΓ©, 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."

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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.

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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.
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"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.
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"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.

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Eamon settled in as the more leader-y and outspoken members of the current group began talking. Though he stopped listening after the first word. Sure the demons were dying off slowly, but demons were in nature solitary creatures, all demons worried about was their own survival. They didn't care about any of the other species' problems. So he took out his knife again, and started balancing it on his index finger again. Of course his minor telekinesis powers helped him balance the blade perfectly.

He leaned forward to whisper in Roslyn's ear as she was sitting next to him. "So how long do we have to listen to this crap before we can leave?" he asked, the tone of his voice giving away his smile without her even having to turn around and see him smile.

He had to admit that he did sneak a few glances at Lydia next to him. It was just weird, he'd seen her around a lot, but not from so close. Or when she wasn't crying. She was usually always crying around him. Of course when he wondered what it would feel like to snap the neck of the blonde shifter that was talking he remembered why she was always crying around him. Of course, then Eamon caught the glance of the angry Banshee watching over Lydia like a loyal hound. Eamon smirked, the guy should have been turned into a werewolf not a banshee.

Then when Ronan stepped forward giving Eamon a non-verbal warning. Eamon just sent him a mocking smile. He felt his eyes turn black. A girl he used to know said Eamon looked his most souless what his eyes turned into black orbs. Of course he did eventually killed her when she no longer interested him. Standing up slowly and deliberately, he slide his knife down the table to Roslyn. Eamon didn't really care if he interrupted the meeting, but he couldn't let some guy challenge him like that. He stepped towards the guy getting into his comfort zone. Then he just smiled cryptically. "You got a problem?" He asked before extending his hand to rest of the banshee's shoulder.

Though before his hand found the guy's shoulder, it was violently twisted and Eamon was shoved against the wall, a blade following quickly to pin him there. "Don't touch her", he said in glaring at Eamon, though Eamon thought it was difficult to pull off the calm and collected vibe when you had a knife to someone else. "You are poison"

Eamon grinned lowering his voice so it would only be heard by him and the banshee. "Most girl like it when I touch them," he replied with a wink, though before the brute of a man could cut his throat, Eamon disappeared. Then a few moments later he re-materialized across the room leaning casually against the wall. He felt it this time, that little act messed up his stomach inside but he refused to let it show. Only Roslyn would have been able to see it. Instead he grinned playfully, waving a little at Ronan when he caught the guys eye.

Then Lydia spoke up addressing the group. She tried to smooth over what had happened here, but Eamon thought her talking about how they helped mortals was doing her kind more harm than good in this group. Though he did recall the time she had tried to help him. Then he saw her cry though, he felt he had to do something. He sighed stepping forward, hating the weak person her tears made him into.

"Oh that?" He said trying to casually get the groups focus on him. "We weren't fighting, not really. We were just demonstrating why this plan-" He paused looking directly at the shifter, "whilst a lovely idea," he said as if he were visiting her house and complimenting her on having a lovely home. "is never going to work. Right?" He said raising his eyebrows at Ronan. A sarcastic glint in his eye.

"Plus, I've thought about killing most of you at least twice, and I don't even know half of your guys' names, and that is only one of the demon's in this room" he added on more quietly so only the people closer to him would have heard. Hey, nothing he just said was untrue, and if it got a change of subject away from the banshee queen in tears, then that was something.

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Social standard would have him shake hands with the statue vampire. Point as he made about the feud with no real reason, and how it'd be easier to put their differences aside and just work together. Indeed, humans were gaining ground on the dark creatures and posing a threat to all. If Terry would ever claim truce with a species he didn't like, now would be the most appropriate time. He was sure it sounded like a complete dream deal to most. But Hayley and the pretty vampire who was unable to help herself on comments of the wet dog smell they apparently gave off, was just a preview of the bumps to come.

Terry was glad to have Luca by his side at this point of time, just as feeling of reassurance, even as opinionated and hot-headed as he was. Eventually Terry sighed out, looking at the vampires hand. "I can't promise that on all werewolves behalf," he admitted. Terry actually felt half bad for refusing a word of truce, but he didn't know how honorable vampires were, Augustus, highly likely with his age and embedded manners, but Terry knew, there'd be that odd one that just out spite and rebellion, that would seek the opposite species for a fight. Best not to lead on false hope and announce their own war later when the truce fell apart.

"It's just gonna work for the better that we hold off," he said. After all, for the moment they weren't culling each others type, or causing any physical harm anyway. Not wanting to stay in the one spot after rejecting a truce, Terry pat Luca's back as a "thanks for being here" type of gesture and headed into Medusa's.

Catching a brief glance of the Gorgon and Necromancers in which she exchanged cold glances too, Terry smirked. "You'd think with everything going on the gorgons and necromancers would get over themselves," he mimicked. He moved to his own little area in time to catch Georgy's unison speech.

Suddenly, his attention shifted to sudden drama between, banshee and demon, and it made Terry feel kinda good. He and the vampires weren't the first to break into a fight like he so dreadfully anticipated.

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She couldn't believe Nadia. Who did she think she was? Duh a blood sucker. But Hayley knew it was better to bite her tongue but then Maya broke in. She smiled at Maya and carefully looked at Terry who was speaking with Luca. "Thanks Maya but I had told about you that in the past. When I talk sneerful. I like to keep that with just me." She said smiling.

Then she listened as the speech began to go on. She understood that things were happening like that and she felt that it was terrible we were going extent. But she wasn't one to have any ideas. She watched as then some drama went down. It wouldn't be the supernatural without drama.

She felt that she was piling it on thick for once. And it looked exactly like that. "Well not to break up drama. Because I love it. But what do you expect we do? We don't have many but do we plan to attack? Or do we plan to go forth and multiple. Just what is it exactly you want to do. Because I think a lot of us would like to be filled in." She said smiling. She knew that this definitely did not look good for her that she was actually concerned but hey she might as well try to go out with a bang.

She glanced at them wondering what they were going to say next. And maybe answer her question she had shouted.

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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!"

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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."

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Declan began to grow very annoyed by everyone in that room. Firstly, they began fighting amongst themselves right after Georgy and Declan made a point about coming together. If they kept this up, the humans would surely win. He also grew annoyed with the vampire that made talking to the president seemed easy. Like no lives would be lost and everything would be okay even though he was completely wrong. Things have gone way past the point of being able to just have a discussion about what's happening to their species and all can be forgiven. They were dying and at this point, they needed to fight back or they'd all go extinct.

Declan grabbed the chair in front of him and gripped firmly at the top. Next, he rose it up and dropped it down hard onto the ground to make the room echo with a 'boom'. The chair didn't break but it was filled with many large cracks now. "Enough!" His voice echoed just as loudly. He went from sounding tender and calm, to loud and dominant. The room fell silent and all eyes turned to face him. He seemed angry but he was actually still quite calm. Just slightly annoyed. "I have been around longer than all of you combined." Declan spoke the truth. He'd only been a reaper for over 2,000 years but he was a demon for much longer than that. Declan was ancient.

"This is not some political agenda we can solve in a few years after meeting with the president who doesn't even have enough power to do anything." His eyes scanned through room of each person in a threatening manner when really he was making sure he had their attention. "When a group is being mistreated, what do they do? Do they sit down for tea with the president and try to work out a deal that could easily be betrayed? What did the Americans do? The French?" He asked them rhetorically. "They revolted when they were being oppressed. They fought for their freedom and gained it and that's exactly what we need to do. Things have gone to far without fighting back and if we don't fight back now, I'll have the luxury of escorting each of you to the fiery abyss once mankind rids us from our home."

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After Augustus mentioned a truce, Nadia rolled her eyes and walked into the meeting room. She was in no mood for a truce, she just wanted the werewolves gone about as bad as the hunters did. Although that would have to wait until after they dealt with other issues.

Taking a seat she listened in on everyone’s 10 cents and chime ins. It was an argument between starting a war and trying to negotiate peace. Nadia wasn’t sure what she wanted but she was sure she didn’t want any of those options. It was semi interesting to watch people bicker but she also liked the physical fight that broke out.

Finally in a lapse of silence Nadia spoke up, β€œOkay heres the thing,” she began to try to talk some sense into these idiots head. β€œUs,” she motioned to her and Augustus, β€œas in the vampires have been slurping on animal blood because of the toxic crap in human blood,” she said pausing for a second to see if anyone was understanding what she was saying. β€œI’m so weak I can barely rip off the head of an ant, let alone a human. Ten seconds out in the open and I, along with everyone other vampire will be dead. We're immortal not indestructible.” Throwing her hands up in the air she looked around the room. β€œAlso let’s not mention all the draw backs the rest of you now have because of the hunters, they know our species better than we know our species. So war equals not a option.”

Than looking at Augustus she rolled her eyes and exasperated, β€œAnd there is no way in hell we are starting a new country unless all of these supernaturals would like to be my walking blood bags!” She needed humans to survive, she couldn't live in a country without them, that's like humans without water. Nadia was starting to wonder if anyone had even a halfway decent idea around here, although she doubted it.

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"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?" Dezember couldn't believe what she was hearing. Yeah she may have ended up in Hell herself, which lead up to her becoming a reaper but she could never find herself doing something as horrible as that man had done. Yes she killed in her past, but never could imagine raping someone. In her opinion rape was much worse than death.

Before Dez had the time to say anything back to Declan, her attention was brought to Georgy who was standing at the center of the room beginning the meeting. Ever word she was saying was true. When she looked to her and Declan she gave a reassuring smile. Georgy knew what she was doing and if she needed the reassurance to calm her nerves a bit she would help if she needed it. When Declan stepped up and began speaking, her attention switched over to her fellow reaper.

Dezember was more than shocked when she noticed how hostile her ex was becoming over Eamon. She kept herself in the chair in silence watching as everything was unfolding. Dezember didn't want to get in the middle of things unless she had to. Finally Dezember stood to her feet as she cleared her throat, she had to say something. "Look everyone. I know a lot of us don't get along but we need to set our differences aside so we can all make sure that we stay alive. I know many of you don't care about anyone else but your own kind. Don't think of it as protecting the rest of us from the humans, think of it as keeping your race alive. But in order to do this we all need to come together," she paused for a moment and looked over at Declan and Georgy. "If we don't, ALL of us will be extinct."

After speaking up she sat back down in her chair and listened as everyone began discussing this plan. Apparently she wasn't the only one thinking it wouldn't work but the more Augustus went on about it, she believed it may work. But then again there was a problem. If they happened to get their own nation, war would still be against them. They would just know where all of the dark creatures were, make things easier on them. "I believe Augustus's plan may work. But there is a problem with it as well. Even if in the end we get our own nation I'm sure the humans wouldn't give us enough time to get our number back up. The president could probably end up playing along with this plan just to turn against us the moment everything is settled and send in armies. What would we do then?"

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Georgy quickly lost that confidence she had when everything she said was being rebutted by others in the room. It took so much for her to gather everyone there and get up in front of them. And now everything was crumbling apart. One vampire wanted to involve the government, another complained about how they had no energy, others wanting action now or whatever else. How could so many people with the same problem have such varying opinions on how to solve it. They couldn't wait or take a long route to solve this... They needed to act now.

She was trying to build of the courage to talk once again, when her thoughts were interrupted by a loud BOOM. The sound made Georgy jump from being startled, with a gasp. "Enough!" She looked over at Declan, surprised. He was such a timid man, at least as much as she knew over the past decade. And now he was standing there dominant and proud, backing her up with every word. She found herself slightly mesmerized by this new side of him. It definitely made him more attractive in her eyes but also intimidated her as well.

Georgy brought her hand up to clear her throat. This time when she spoke, she was more timid. Not because she was scared of the group but more scared of the facts. "Guys... We won't survive another decade like this." She was silent for a long while, letting that sink in. "We... We don't have the luxury of waiting around and hoping that black mailing or bribing politicians will pay off. That takes time. Precious time that we don't have and can't afford." She allowed her gaze to follow to her twiddling fingers, "If I'm going to die... I still want to be me." With a sigh, she looks up to address the room. "I'd rather die fighting for my freedom and my right to live, than die conforming to their ideas of what is acceptable."

With that the fire slowly died out of her. She had no energy to fight or argue. Georgy turned around, having her back to the room as she tried to compose herself. She allowed her gaze to slowly shift over to Declan as she whispered only loud enough for him to hear, "I can't do this... I shouldn't have called this meeting together." She ran a hand through her long blonde hair, "We'll never all agree on anything... We're too different."




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Luca brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck as he began to pace around the room. This was going swimmingly. He told Georgy that this would never work, he knew that they were all too different to ever come at this from the same direction. He grabbed the chair that was beside Luna, turning it around. With the chair backwards, he straddled the seat, crossing his arms over the backrest. With a sigh, he brought a hand up to rub his head while laughing weakly with sarcasm at Nadia's comments. He waited until there was a lull in the conversation, and seeing as how his sister was fading in the spot light, he decided to turn it on himself, addressing Nadia's comments. "Look here Madame Leech... You're not feeding from any of us no matter what the circumstances are. And since you've clearly stated how weak you are," He leaned forward slightly, while whispering with a smirk, "I guarantee it."

"As for your 'claim' that they know our species better than we know it... Well that's bull shit." He shook his head. "Yes... They know our species. But you mean to tell me that they know you better than you? It has taken them centuries to wrap their naive little minds around the concept of our existence. But we're also forgetting that we know just as much about them... If not more, than they know about us." He took a deep breath, looking over at Luna then his sister before adding, "We're not saying we are going to run through the streets, guns blazing, balls to the wall. We have to be stealthy, and tactical. The best offense is a good defense."

Luca then looked across the table towards Dezember, "I also agree with Dez. Even if we were to get political help, who's to say it's not a trap to make us lower our guard... Make us vulnerable." He put out his hand as if offering a suggestion, "And let's put it this way. If there were any humans that believe we were being wrongly treated, we'd know. They're good at all their rallying bullshit." He said in a dismissive manner, "They'd be rioting or something." He waved his hand, brushing off the idea because he knew that no one was fighting for them. Only they have the power to make a difference.