Terry Price's Story

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Declan wasn't paying much attention to the arguments anymore out of annoyance. They all seemed to ignore him anyways so it didn't really matter to him until Georgy screamed and ducked. Declan was confused and barely made it behind a chair when the blast happened. He got shards of dark metal in his arm, shoulder, cheek, and one lodged deep in his leg. He propped up a table where he could protect himself and used an illusion to appear invisible even though it wasn't really that strong since most of his focus was on removing as many shards of dark metal as possible.

Declan peaked over the table to see Alex leading the charge and gunning down as many of them as possible. Each blast from her shotgun looked like it was sending people flying back. She spotted a vampire and stuck the end of the barrel in it's mouth and fired before tossing the gun to the side because she ran out of shells. He pushed the table away and stood up. He ran over to Georgy to make sure she was okay only to find her on top of a hunter. Not bad...

Alex was getting closer and Luca was yelling at him to get Georgy out. He nodded and looked at Georgy. "We need to leave." He told her. "But the party just started." A familiar voice called out. Declan turned around to see Alex pointing a gun at her. Smoke began to form around them as he prepared to teleport them out of there. Alex shook her head at him with that evil smirk and tsked. "It's good to see you again, Declan..." Alex fired and they teleported except Declan didn't escape the bullet...

It managed to lodge itself into his lower abdomen forcing Declan to have to teleport to a nearby hotel. He tore off his jacket and shirt before applying pressure to the wound. He felt a surge of pain and swore under his breathe but he still managed to stand up and look overGeorgy. "Are you hurt?" He was more concerned with her well being than his own at this moment but he knew she didn't get hit with the bullet. It was still stuck inside him.

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Delia glared at the werewolf's comment mocking Zachary's. She had a perfectly good reason to hate Necromancers, a personal reason. A Necromancer was the one who made she and her friends what they were and a necromancer took her love from her. It took everything in her not to say anything but she didn't. She just took her seat as the meeting finally started. She didn't listen much, she only heard something about them having to work together to survive which was why they were called here in the first place. She chuckled at the idea of the vampires negotiating some type of citizenship for the dark creatures, which they all knew wouldn't happen. the humans hated them, there was no way the human government would allow them to live among them equally and safe.

She heard something about creating their own country, which was as idiotic at trying to live among the human without being killed. they would only wage war on the land and it would have been a waste of this meeting. Soon after those options were made bickering started, which was accepted due to how stupid the choices were. Delia, personally wasn't going to waste her breath trying to show these idiots how stupid they were. There was nothing they could do to fight the humans. They had found out their weaknesses and were using it to kill them. They were outnumbered and there was no way any of them were in any condition to fight them head on.

Without warning the door to Medusa's was kicked open and hunters flooded in shooting dark bullets in every direction. Every dark creature in the meeting either scattered, ducked or was injured. Delia barely had time to find cover under the table before she pulled Zachary down with her. "We have to get out of here! She yelled over the noise, from when she'd seen the front exit was blocked by hunters and the room was full of them. She doubted they would get out of there unharmed.

Lydia inwardly sighed, no one really seemed to listen to her and what did she expect really? She was the Queen of an endangered race, she wasn't exactly doing it right. It was then she felt something, a tug on her mind. She could feel her wails forming in her chest. "Ronan-" No sooner did she speak, chaos erupted from all around her.

Her eyes went wide.
Dark Hunters....HOw did they know? Was she being followed....No, Ronan, he made sure that wasn't the case. None of this mattered now because they were here and bullets began to fly. Lydia hit the ground, knowing without looking that Ronan wouldn't be far behind. She knew she couldn't go into spirit form, if she had, and was hit,it would kill her almost immediately. So she stayed solid and tried to hoof it.

That's when it happened, much like Lot's Wife, she turned, casting a single glance back at the destruction, and she saw him. Jason Hunt, aptly named, as he caught her gaze in the same moment. Time froze as she stared at him, and he stared at her.

And for the briefest moment, she thought he would let her go.

She was very wrong. She saw the decision in his eyes and she turned to run, only to have knives shot in her direction, halting her process, then a knife lodge in to her arm, spinning her around, and another lodging in her thigh, sending her to the ground.

She whimpered at the pain-- Dark Metal blades, the very thing used to wipe out her race. She reached her good arm at her leg, blood raining down from the hole in her thigh. It was in that moment that she looked up,to see Death looming over her.

"So we meet again, Banshee."

"Please...."She whimpered. "Don't do this...We aren't hurting one..."She cried, bracing herself as much as she could but it was hard seeing as her vision was blurring, tunneling. "Please...."

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Alex cursed loudly when Declan and his girl toy disappeared until she noticed that the bullet left with them. She smirked as she started at the empty space from where the two just were. Declan put his body in front of the girl which meant that it hit him first. This meant Alex wounded him which is very useful. The weaker he is, the easier for her to finally get rid of the contract with his blood.

Since Alex was distracted over he little triumph over the most annoying reaper in the world, a vampire took the opportunity to make a jump at her and bit her neck. Bad move on her because Alex grabbed the knife strapped to her thigh and brought it back into her gut to get her off of her. She turned around and smirked at the vampire. "Tsk tsk, blood sucker..." She was too weak to move fast making it easy for Alex to over power her. She grabbed a nearby throwing knife and through it right into her heart before moving on to her next victim.

She spotted a demon that just finished off one of her fellow hunters. She didn't really care too much. That guy was obviously not string enough o now he was dead for it. The demon decided that since it just killed one hunter, it must be strong enough to take on Alex. He was so wrong...

He came charging at her and the next thing he knew, Alex had him by the throat with a knife. She pushed him back all the way to the wall and held him there firmly. She even drew a little blood. She looked him over with a smirk. "Such a shame I have to kill such a beautiful host." She leaned in close enough to where their lips almost touched. "But then again... I've seen better." She sliced his jugular and let the blood splatter across her face and clothes. She even licked her lips after in a sadistic manner before wiping off her blade and noticing Jason leaving with a banshee. She rolled her eyes when the other dark creatures followed and she followed them as well. It wasn't like she needed to stay. If they got themselves killed, it wasn't her fault.

Alex was behind them and shot the two in pursuit of Jason before catching up with him. "Do I really need to save your ass every time?" She eyed the banshee. "Trying to replace me? But I'm irreplaceable." She teased.

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[font=sansserif]Declan never said anything as she used the cloth to wipe his now blood stained lips. normally he'd have some witty response prepared for her but he just stayed silent and stared at her. Something was different. Maybe it was the dark metal making him imagine things but something did feel different. It wasn't the same flirting and teasing and antagonizing her brother. This was something real and something Declan didn't understand. Something he could never understand so long as he was a reaper. He never said his thought out loud, but that moment. That one brief moment of her wiping away his blood made him wish for a split second that he was human. That he could understand what was happening for just a split second.

The sound of Georgy clapping her hands together brought Declan back to reality. Back to his reality. "I'm going to get this out of you." Declan was about to comment when she spoke over her and grabbed a pencil. "You might want to bite onto this." She shoved the pencil between his teeth so anything he said after that was muffled. She then took the tweezers and dug them deep within his abdomen to retrieve the bullet. Declan couldn't do anything but cry out in pain and begin to sweat until she finally pulled the bullet out. Is this what humanity feels like? He thought.

It was finally out and Georgy removed the pencil from his mouth and then pushed his wet hair back so he could properly see her. "How do you feel?" Declan shrugged nonchalantly and looked down at the wound that began to heal rapidly. "Still a reaper." He smirked and looked down at her hand and then at her. He noticed something shift in her expression. Something he's only seen once before. "Don't you ever scare me like that again... You hear me," She whispered and he watched the single tear roll down her check and onto his lap. That same tear that brought him back to when they first met.

"Georgy..." He whispered back softly. She was just inches away rom him now. He could feel her breathe against his. He looked down at her lips and back into her eyes unsure of what to do next until she began to pull away. He knew this was his only chance so he leaned in faster than she could leaned back. Declan did this until their lips finally collided and he felt absolutely weightless in time. Declan actually felt something. He cupped his hands around her face and just held her there with him in that moment.

In that moment until they heard a knock on the door to pull them out of whatever that was. Declan groaned for he knew exactly who it was and had to pull away from Georgy. He got up and walked to the door much better than he would've a couple minutes ago. Of course things would be even better if she waited a little longer to pop a visit... Declan opened the door and looked down upon his fellow reaper. "Well if it isn't my favorite companion... Who also has horrible timing." He buttoned up his bloody shirt still determined to look amazing even when covered in blood. "How are you, Dezember?"

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Things had started to happen pretty quickly. Hunters ruined the big plan of action or more so debate with dark frags flying, barged through the door and heads rolled and blood tainted the set-up the creatures had for themselves all in one. Terry didn't even have a good chance to gather his thoughts, things moved that quickly. Though one hunter in particular demanded his attention. "Hey, you overgrown, mongrel. You want a chew toy? Come get it." Terry's eyes glimpsed his mean machete but if the idiot insisted, Terry would be happy to provide. Before either opponent could move much, a reaper got involved. Not just any but one he had a history with and the fact that she aided him...it was hard to bare.
Once Blake kicked back at Dezember, Terry growled and stalked towards him , coping a nice painful burning cut on his arm as Maya took him out as sheer defense.

Different species and hunters started clearing out of the space dragging Terry away from his fellow wolves and somewhere along the line Maya got loose. He was thankful but only momentarily so, trying to peek over her shoulder to Blake as he had more of a clearing with less species present and most of the big hunters left with the banshee. He didn't like the hopeful look in Maya's eyes or the pool that gathered there either. Her morals and need for good aggravated him especially when the hunters lunged an attack on them. "Go on then." He brushed her wrist off him. Maya could do what she pleased. Besides there was something deeper burning in him then the pain along his arm.

He marched right up to Blake, occupied in slashing some demon's minions and ran right into him, using his shoulder as force, hoping to knock the sturdy hunter back. "Asshole!" He wanted so badly to throw his foot repeatedly into the hot-headed hunter that needed to be knocked down and know his place among the wolves and shape-shifters, but particularly Terry himself. Instead, he clenched his fist fuming, rolling his neck trying not to shift. He kicked out at a hell hound instead to release some anger. "Just this once," he warned back to Blake, every muscle in him still tense.
Maya didn't have a scratch on her, which probably meant the talented asshole spared her so he'd do the same.Once. If Blake pursued him or any he cared about, his deal would quickly expire and a rematch would be due.

Terry quickly fled above ground, back to raw Vegas with busy people and streets. All to an irritating extent as he covered the cut on his arm. If it were dark metal, it wouldn't be a burning sensation but a constant heaving ache. So that was one thing to be grateful for.

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An explosion ignited in the middle of the room and his ears immediately ringed. Hunters were swarming Underworld, killing swaths of his kin. Augustus pulled out his Uzi, unloading it at a few hunters that were shooting at him. His bullets killed two and wounded the others. In turn he was hit in the side with a silver bullet. He bolted out of the room to his bodyguards just outside the doors, who in turn were fighting off hunters as well.

"Give me your knife!" He told one. He dug the knife into his side, dragging the bullet out. With the silver out, his body healed rather quickly. Augustus' clan had been consuming human blood created in labs from stem cells and tissues, so they were just as powerful as before the war. It's definitely made avoiding hunters easier.

Once he and his guards were safely outside in his limo, he contacted his clansmen in a group call. "It looks like Underworld, our last bastion of hope, is compromised. There are no longer any options, we need to send a stronger message. Assemble as many of your soldiers as possible and equip them to the fullest. Gather as many bombs as you can. In twenty four hours I'll tell you what we're going to destroy." Augustus said, hanging up. If the hunters wouldn't let up, perhaps it was time for war. Since the leaders didn't agree on how to fight, he would take the first step.