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Michael LeVian

"Shall we dance?"

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a character in “The Promise Made”, as played by Angel-Chii

So begins...

Michael LeVian's Story

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Lyra smiled up at Michael, he returned the grin before glancing at Isabella, "You can say that." He quirped lightly before veering his gaze back toward Selene and the hunter. Whatever she wanted from him it had to be serious. And whatever it was, she didn't want him or anyone else to hear which explained why she lead the way off for Dean to follow her. He smiled with an easy sigh, running long, elegant fingers through his hair entirely unperturbed, as he relaxed against the tree.

"Such a beautiful afternoon huh? I'm glad it's not raining anymore."

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Actually he enjoyed the nice weather. This girl was really something, he could understand why Alek adored her so much. At Isabella's questioning he offered the kindest smile he could muster, "Well Miss Isabella, I am here basically to see how things are going and for now everything is fine. Oh look Selene is back. It was nice meeting you, Miss Lyra, Miss Isabella, see you soon." Then he leaned off the tree and walked off, slipping out of their lives just as effortlessly as he entered and son he was besides Selene again, offering her a kind smile he asked her if she'd completed whatever task she had set out to accomplish with the hunter. Knowing full well that as long as she could be trusted by Alek all was okay.

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Isabella watched him curiously. Either he was just friendly or up to something- he came and went like a cool breeze. Her eyes followed his form as he joined Selene, who acknowledged him with a quick glance but never stopped moving. She seemed to be retreating toward the library, and it took all of Isabella's strength not to get up and follow her. She turned and looked toward the path that she had come from, expecting Dean to follow, but he wasn't there. Her brows furrowed and she looked back at Lyra, concern ridden on her face.

"I'll be right back, Ly," she said, leaving her belongings where she had once been seated.

She stood and swiftly began walking through the brick path that cut through a small patch of forest to get to the student parking lot. Isabella was infinitely curious as to why Dean hadn't followed after her, so she quickened her pace, disappearing into the little grove. The raven cawed, and darted so rapidly after the girl it was akin to the speed of an arrow. Isabella snapped her head toward it, startled yet again at the creature that never ceased to follow her whereabouts.

It didn't take her long to find Dean still seated in his car, but she didn't burst out of the brush just yet. Instead, she stood behind a tree and poked her head around it to observe him. She cocked her head, her inky locks falling all around her olive face, and she squinted to attempt and see through the fog that misted the windows.

"I said what I could before that damned bird appeared," Selene growled, continuing her voyage into the library. "I'm not pleased, Michael. If I wasn't forced to remain in secret, I'd stake that pureblood monster Avalon myself."

She stopped at the doors, then turned and faced the handsome young man. For the first time since she had arrived, her cold statuesque features softened dramatically - a sign she viewed as weakness that she would only show Michael. The steel in her light blue irises turned to water, and her straight rosebud lips curled considerably. She placed a small hand on Michael's cheek, stroking the outline of his bone structure and ended at his chin, where she dropped her hand.

"Oh Michael," she whispered. "You've always been the warmer one. Sometimes I envy the way you freely trust people."

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Michael stared down at her still the faint smile lingered on his lips despite her concern. He wanted to see a level of joy in anyones faces and he decided one day that if things were gonna get crappy and the world was gonna bog down in misery he was going to resist that melancholia spell. Smile and if ever that feeling to frown sneaks up, smile more. Even if he was in agony in hell, he had to smile and pretend oh for he was an expert at concealing his truest emotions. Although sometimes they would occassionally slip, especially when things got real bad. However now it was okay enough not to be wrapped up in sadness. It was't that time period, now was different, now is an instant and ever changing within seconds. Now things were not like a dark past he keeps running from. Now was here in the silence of the library with his lovely Selene.

"I trust because it has been granted to me and I hold it fondly. I expect the same from others it all depends though, being wary of you trust is key ma petite." Oops he let that one slip, but it was all he could do to resist from embracing her suddenly and drowning her in sweet kisses, kisses to force her saddness away. Her touch was a fire that left him wanting more and his eyes alit testimony to this silent desire. If only she knew.

"A crow you say? Do you suspect it's being a surrogate spy?" He asked just as softly his gaze melting as hers did, his cool facade showcasing his real weakness. Her.

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"Aww I missed the party!" Micheal said in mock upset, he appeared from behind a tree after finding Selene giving up on her arrow retrieval. He smiled brightly as he watched the hunter go off with the girl, he slipped right next to her, "So Avalon took Lombardi huh? What a shame, I wanted to meet her!"

He reached for the arrow and with a single pull, got it out -but it broke and he looked shocked for a second fearing Selene's rage and he handed it to her smiling apologetically, "Sorry ma petite, it was sure to happen, the tree does not like to get poked by these things and was gonna keep a piece of it regardless. I'll but you new ones!"

Then Michael looked after the hunter, cocking his head at him as he disappeared into the school, "You know, he isn't all he seems, that Salvatore boy... Are you sure you want to join him on his quest?"

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Lyra wondered about that boy as she continued to attend all her classes. He wasn't in any of the afternoon classes and she couldn't help but think something strange was going on. In the last class of the day, Henry Stiles and Lecille Roberts the quarter back and his cheerleader girlfriend were missing. Four seats were empty, which meant that perhaps they were all skipping the last period. She sighed as she returned her gaze to the front of the class. I hope Isabella is okay...

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It took a total of 60 minutes before the protrusion in Selene's neck completely vanished. By the light of the full moon, the glow in Selene's olive skin began to disappear, until it resembled a pale, radiating pearl, and gradually, the faint rhythm of a heartbeat could be traced. As Michael lovingly watched her and spoke soft words, she shot up without warning, a choking gasp exploding from her open mouth, which sparkled with new pointed incisors. She clutched Michael with wide eyes as she panted, her aquamarine irises slowly turning a deep scarlet, as if red paint were poisoning clear water.

"Michael?" she cried between desperate breaths for air. "Michael...? I'm...?"

She released him from her grasp and felt her neck, which was smooth, as though it had never been touched. She shut her eyes tight as the agony of her throbbing gums overwhelmed her, then she groaned. She clutched at her mouth, then at her head, and finally she began to tear her jacket from her body and heaving. She became hot to the touch, and it was clear the pain was unbearable. She cried out again, convulsing on the floor like a violently ill mental patient, her eyes still shut and her teeth bared.

"Oh god... Michael... Michael kill me!" she yelled through gritted jaws. She was writhing on the floor like a contortionist, as though the pure blood of the royal vampire and the blood of a hunter were having some kind of chaotic reaction to each other.

At the same moment, Isabella stepped out of her house and appeared, bewildered at the sight of wounded Selene and her lover. She screamed and instinctively ran over to where they were, dropping to her knees beside the huntress, who pushed her away.

"Isabella... Get away..." Selene snarled, her eyes turning an even more wicked shade of crimson.

"My God, Selene, let me help you," Isabella said rapidly, panicking. Then she looked up at Michael, who seemed to agree with Selene and tried to shop her away too. "Michael get help! I'll bring her inside!"

Despite Selene's protest, Isabella lifted her to her feet, and slung her arm over her shoulder. Before she could even take a step, Selene hissed something evil, and she pummeled Isabella to the ground. It all happened in one swift, lightspeed motion: she pinned her to the ground and sank her new fangs deep into her throat. Isabella shrieked, though it was muffled, and attempted to wrestle the girl off; but now that she was sired from the blood of an original royal and completed her transformation with the blood of the Lombardi virgin, her strength was too much for the human to bear.

From the trees exploded a huge black shadow, which tackled Selene to the ground with a snarl. In the moonlight, the forms of the enormous wounded wolf and beautiful new vampire Selene could be seen. The wolf tossed her up against the neighbor's house, crushing a bit of the brick with the force. The wolf then stood between Selene and Isabella, who was cowering beside Michael. The wolf roared, and as if something had cued Selene, the crimson of her eyes vanished, replaced by her brilliant aquamarine irises. Humanity returned to her features, immediately contorting with horror and remorse.

"Oh, my God... Isabella..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'm... I'm... So sorry..."


She looked tearfully at Michael.

"I'm so sorry, my love..."

Then she turned and vanished into the forest, the black wolf following closely behind her.

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Isabella stirred from her sleep. Her brows became furrowed and a gentle moan escaped her lips. She began writhing around on her bedsheets, which were tangling themselves around her small frame. Her head tossed from side to side, and her mouth seemed to be forming words and incomprehensible sentences. The bite marks on her throat began to disappear, and once they were completely gone, she jerked awake with a frightened cry. Sweat dripped from her forehead and she looked utterly terrified.

When she searched around her room, she saw Dean seated at her windowsill, staring out into the dark forestry that encased her home. Confused, she called out to him, sitting up and throwing her legs over the side of the bed.

"Dean?" she murmured quizzically. "What...what are you doing here?"

She brought a tiny hand to her throat as if she were searching for a wound, her face contorted with confusion when she felt nothing but smooth, undefiled flesh. Her breaths were even, but her heart was still racing from the nightmare that seemed all too real. She looked down at her form, clothed in her night dress, and grew even more puzzled.

"What happened?"

In the distance, Selene could feel Avalon's daunting presence approaching. She knew her impending doom, but she wasn't necessarily prepared to face it, especially after listening to Michael's plea. She could read his emotions as if they were written on paper, and she knew part of him was glad that they could now be immortal together forever. She sighed, looking back at the wolf whose icy detainment was beginning to melt.

"Honestly, I don't know," she responded when Michael questioned his loyalty to her. "But I know he's Isabella's. He's the only thing that stopped me from tearing her throat out..."

She seemed to have thought of something as her voice trailed away.

"I...I thought he was the threat," she continued, breaking one of his massive paws from the ice. "But now I see that he is not. I've never failed a hunt, and now look at me..."

The beast broke free, a low rumble in his throat becoming audible as he circled around Selene to stand in between her and Michael. Its icy eyes observed him challengingly, and by its posture, it was apparent the creature was ready to strike at any given moment. A snap of twigs alerted the wolf, then it turned and bounded into the overgrowth, leaving them be.

The clang of metal snapped Selene's attention toward the source. The scent of pureblood filled the area like a bitter odor, masking the musky scent of Michael's blood, which was becoming increasingly more irresistible to her. The aquamarine color of her eyes once again became defiled by the primal crimson, the veins branching out from her lids until they resembled a ghastly looking mask. She felt her incisors bud from her gums, and she inhaled, closing her eyes as he touched her face.

In trusting Michael, she looked at him almost desperately, then finally allowed herself to sink into his chest. With the rhythm of his heartbeat, his earthy aroma became overwhelming, and she lifted her head so that her lips pressed into the crook of his neck. She could almost hear his blood flowing, and that proved too much; so she wrapped her arms around him, and with a shameful cry, she sank her teeth into his flesh.

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Lifting a hand to rest it upon the crown if his beloved, Michael sighed softly letting his head fall back to ease her blood intake. This was both a relief to him, that she'd complied and finally agreed to feed from him as was his wish, and a concern at the same time. In allowing her to do so, she would be not only drinking his blood but exposed to everything within his very soul. She'd see his memories, hopes and dreams, everything that was truth would be revealed to her eyes raw, unfiltered. Frankly she was seeing his all, just by simply biting into his neck and feeding from him. What Michael had lived through was no twilight fairy tale and his dark past was one he liked to keep hidden behind a bright smile. Now, it would all be futile for him to continue feigning a fake emotion. Despite the smiles and blissful exuberance he so easily displayed for all to see, inside, his world was hell. He feared her reaction when she saw the truth in his mind, in his heart, he feared that s may no longer hold any affection for him, because this was a part of him he hadn't ever desired for anyone to see. And now it was too late. She would see it all and much more.

That's why drinking from another vampire wasn't taken lightly, it was a very intimate act --and the great pleasure that was shared in the action itself. It's no secret that drinking from a vampire was the equivalent to sex, the bond shared between drinker and giver was powerful and permanent. Like the sire bond both shared now. It was the reason he hadn't ever wanted her to be attacked by vampires at all, and of course, why he had joined her on this mission. He wanted to protect her humanity, her soul, her view of him as a care free, fun, joyous man. That wall crumbled entirely in this single night.

After all, being a pureblood vampire wasn't as easy as it seemed to be. The memories Selene would see just may be as twisted and confusing as Michael felt. Currently, streaming into her mind in broken fragments like glass shards, each one holding an image of the past; his early childhood friendship with Aleksei, (the boy had literally saved him from loosing it when his own parents decided they had no need for him and abandoned him one Christmas Eve in the woods. [Though they were forced to in order to protect him from getting killed by the Council. that wanted to control all the Purebloods since there are so little of them left in the entire world. They were killed by the council when they found out so no, there was never a family reunion to clear out the confusion of that incident.] And far worse when the council discovered where there precious pureblood child was hiding they not only abducted him, but also abused him terribly in attempt to take control over him.

Finally, Aleksei intercepted along with some help and were able to save Michael again. So Michael was in huge debt to the other and paid him back by helping him out when he asked him for a favor.)

His agreement to sign the peace treaty, his promise to assist the older pureblood in keeping a tight leash on the other vampires that would join the school for the sole purpose of protecting Isabella if the need arises. His involvement in taking down the corrupted Vampire Council, his own worried over Selene's extra curricular activities (being a hunter), and his will to protect her life --but also failing to, and now this. He was still reeling at the very idea of his huntress forced so terribly against her will to become such a horrible monster. Though he would tell her ither wise he wished she's never been changed. He wanted to live a good human free life, now she was bound to lust for blood as long as she lived. Unless that is, he changed her back himself for the price of his very life.

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A film reel of Michael's memories spun at lightning speed through Selene's mind the moment she took her first swallow of his blood. Confused, she continued to drink, attempting to block out the images that were becoming increasingly more violent and disturbing. All she could decipher of his recollection was carnage- his entire life revolved around bloodspill- and after a few gulps, she retreated in terror. Her wide aquamarine eyes search the span of the earth beneath them before settling upon Michael, who watched her sadly.

"What... What the...?" she stammered, wiping the crimson honey that dripped from her lips.

At the same moment, she heard a rustling in the brush behind her, accompanied by the telltale scent of a pureblood she already recognized as Aleksei. When she turned around to face him, immediately she sensed the odor of burning flesh, which belonged to his skeletal hand that gripped the blade furiously. She instantly knew that the weapon was designed specifically for a hunter, and that it would kill any vampire its merciless blade struck, and it could only be handled by a human being. Her heart sank, suddenly realizing that she could no longer wield her beloved bow and arrows.

"Avalon," she said, her voice as cold and unwavering as it had always been.

If he were going to kill her, he would have to fight her now. She knew that Isabella needed Selene as much as she needed Aleksei and Dean; whatever forces were coming after her would certainly not relent until she was in their grasp. Her dark hair swayed gently with the breeze as her iron eyes watched him expectantly, half hoping that Mina would come to their defense. She was undoubtably certain that Michael would intervene should Aleksei attempt to strike, and she was also aware that the only person who could sway his anger was currently sleeping inside her home.

Isabella jolted awake when Dean burst through her front door. Her golden eyes quickly scanned around her room, catching sight of a revolting little demon giggling impishly at the foot of her bed. She cried out softly before she sat upright and began to retreat into her headboard. It began crawling up onto her mattress, slithering like a serpent into her bedsheets. She screamed, tumbling out of her bed and scrambling in a panic toward her bedroom door, which slammed shut. She began to pound on the wood, calling for Dean whom she was certain was on the other side. When she turned back around, the demon plopped onto the floor, standing on its hind legs and approaching her with a malignant smirk on its features.

"DEAN!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, closing her eyes as she was backed into a corner.

A sudden gust of wind entered her small room through the window, and in a flash, the demon was sent flying across the ground. Materialized before her was Lorenzo, who wielded a very long, Roman style saber. He looked behind his shoulder at her and offered her a grin before lunging at the creature and striking it down with a single blow. It dispersed into a cloud of smoke, leaving Isabella hyperventilating with fear. Lorenzo then knelt down beside her, his smile deepening and increasingly more sincere.

"Do not be afraid, bellizzima," he whispered tenderly. "You have many protectors that have sworn to guard your life. Do consider that trip to Italy, though, beloved."

And with a wink, he disappeared from her window just as Dean burst into the room. With tears in her eyes, Isabella rose to her feet and leapt into Dean's chest, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. A choked sob escaped her lips, but then she was silent, trembling against him as the sirens wailed in the near distance.

"Please don't go," she murmured tearfully. "I'm scared, Dean."

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Character Portrait: Dean Salvatore Character Portrait: Aleksei Avalon Character Portrait: Isabella Lombardi Character Portrait: Michael LeVian Character Portrait: Selene Morrigan Character Portrait: Veratos H.
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At first, Isabella sat in the passenger seat of Dean's car quietly. Silent tears streaked her cheeks as she gazed through the window at her house and the damaged forestry around it. She could only worry further that her father might come home and be attacked, and Isabella wouldn't be there to help. She trembled and shook, her eyes glossed over ass she stared blankly into her surroundings, until she heard Dean's voice singing along to the cheesiest song in American history. Her tension quickly began to evaporate, her shoulders relaxing a bit as she settled against the headrest.

When Dean hit an awkward note, she couldn't help but giggle, and soon found herself watching him amusedly. For a moment she had forgotten that she was running away from her home, and that she had been attacked by God knows what in the comfort of her own bedroom; all that she knew of life and reality was fastly becoming a mystical blur of her favorite storybooks and supernatural folklore. She couldn't shake the thought that the demon looked at her with recognition; like it knew who she was, and that was the reason it attacked her. And then she remembered how Lorenzo came to her rescue in the blink of an eye.

"Dean...?" she began tentatively, her brows furrowed. "What is going on? There are gaps in my memory it feels like, and... And that thing in my room..."

Before Selene could think, Michael had whisked her into the air to dodge an attack. Aleksei watched them with the silent intensity of a wolf stalking its prey, and as Selene landed back onto her feet, she shared the same icy gaze. She was no longer afraid of the pureblood- she never had been, even as a human, anyway -and she would face him bravely. The heels of her boots sank into the earth which had become slightly damp from the morning dew. As the first rays of the sun poked from behind the horizon, Selene grew increasingly apprehensive. Suddenly, everything started to get a little hotter and uncomfortable.

Then Veratos appeared behind her, much too close for comfort. Selene stepped away, eyeing the girl cautiously, before she mentioned Salvatore and his request for her backup. She turned and looked at Aleksei, frowning.

"We both know Isabella needs all the protection she can get," she began fiercely. "Killing me or Michael won't help the problem we're currently facing. Since, you know, you can't even manage to keep her safe for long either. And we all know you can't resist getting inside her head, Avalon; so let me help you protect her. I promise I won't harm her."

And then she disappeared with Veratos.

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Dean knew this would all be just another blow to her, would she be able to handle? Perhaps he didn't have to worry too much, he had to give her credit, she was dealing fine in his eyes, most people would have gone nuts, completely lost it in a situation like this, but as he'd thought before, Isabella was something different. He lowered the volume of the music at the sign of her cooling off, having achieved what he'd set out by this act he no longer felt the need to continue and then when she spoke, he listened and without hesitation he answered quite seriously,

"You can thank Aleksei for the holes in your memories, too bad you're never getting them back... damn thief. As for what's going on, my guess is that you're not as normal as you'd think. Spirits often target people with psychic tendencies, evil spirits especially like to loom near desperate people to try to lure them out of their minds and join their ranks so to speak. Your inborn psychic energies must be very powerful to attract so many spirits. That demon in your room was a minion, something else was pulling the strings, it wanted to kill you in order to absorb your spiritual energy. They all do, every single one of those supernatural creatures lust for power and every life they kill, they get stronger. Humans are nothing more but walking pools of energies to them, most aren't even aware of it, and some often have more psychic energies than others. Like you for instance, you're a damn magnet to them, like a beacon of light in the darkness,"

Dean glanced at her for a second, trying to read her expression before he returned his gaze to the road and continued, "I don't know how I could remember that, some things are coming to me. Just like you I've been mind screwed, my memories aren't intact. Hmm, I still don't understand how those demons could break into your room when I had put up a barrier on your house, maybe I missed a spot or something." He fished his pocket to take out his cell and handed it over to her, "Call your folks and tell them not to go home tonight, scratch that, tell them to rent a room in a hotel, your house has already been visited by evil forces, it might become a hot spot for sure. You don't want mom and dad walking into a demon party now do you?" He smirked at her and winked, then lead the car down another street before pulling up into a car repair shop called Jenkin's Auto Shop. It belonged to Billie, a very trusted friend, another father to the hunter.

"Well, this is the place, you'll have to stick around here for a while. I'm off to find the Hell Gate and close it, might take all day. Let's go I'll explain everything inside, I wanna eat something before I leave."

Dean killed the engine, pulled the keys out and opened the door to get out, then he walked around to get her out as well, offering her a reassuring half smile, he also reached in to grab the Rebelus sword, couldn't be too careless on such a powerful weapon now. Walking her to the door, he again told her she'd be okay here while he was away. Walking in, he was met with a grouchy middle aged man who was none too pleased at seeing his "son" stroll on in as if it were just an ordinary morning. For one, it was just about 5 a.m. and two, does he not know how to use a cell phone when he was called? The man was beyond angry, but at seeing the girl, namely Isabella, he let out a breath and tried to keep his cool, he'd get back at the teen later.

"I've found what you've been looking for Dean, and you're right, this Lombardi girl is much more than she seems. You've got something special on your hands." Billie explained, shooting Dean a grave look, this was not a good time for taking it "easy" at all. He seemed to have known more than he was letting on, maybe this intel was something he wanted to discuss in private, he feared how Isabella would react if she'd known the truth of her ancestry. It wasn't a pretty one, nor was it normal by any standards.

Dean introduced Billie to Isabella, then went straight for the fridge and raided it, "You want anything?" He offered her as he started pulling out cold cuts and bread and beer and other stuff to eat.

Finally the trio settled into the living room, the place was small, having been divided into both a work place and home for Jenkins it wasn't exactly maintained for a normal family, he tried, but with all the work he had piling up, keeping things tidy was impossible. He served as both a parental figure for Dean and a info keeper. Namely the man was entitled to do the research for the boy when things were out of hand for him, he was more knowledgeable when it came to the world of the supernatural than anyone of the planet --well according to Dean he was. So it was no wonder that Dean always crawled right back to this place at the end of the day, having no one else to turn to or trust really. They were both hunters and they were both intuitively keen on each other in that level, well, like father and son. If only he could do something more to help him though, he did try his best to assist him in any way he can, but there were times when he thought he wasn't doing enough for him.

"I can't offer you anything more than what I got here kid, sorry, I also did not expect any visits. So, Dean wants you to stay here while he takes care of some business out there." Billie was addressing Isabella, then he'd switched his gaze to glare sternly at Dean who was drinking his head off, he even stood from the lumpy red old couch to snatch the beer from him. "Hey you gotta stay sharp, this is serious boy, you're still on duty! There's already sightings of the demons attacking civilians outside, Dean you better hurry up and get to the matter of this."

Dean frowned at him, "It's only one come on, lighten up. At least tell me, do you know where the massive energy flux is coming from? I'd felt something like this earlier, but I couldn't make sense of one from the other..." Then he noticed Isabella and the confusion she just may be having at this talk. Taking out his gun he showed it to her, the pistol brimmed with suppressed energies, that emanated from the weapon in wisps of shadowy, crimson hues. "This is the Silver Moon, I use it to shoot my targets, and when it comes down to melee attacks, I use the Rebelus. I'm a hunter, and these are some of the many arms I posses to take out the monsters that go bump in the night." There was a hint of amusement in his serious tone, like it was starting to become more enjoyable to him, killing the sonuvabitches that only wanted to kill innocent lives, what a nuisance, and in a sense he could say it was exciting. Would he admit it? Probably not to Isabella.

Billie clarified for her, "Basically this is just an everyday norm for him, although his first time riding the front seat, I can't say I'm not surprised you've managed well for a novice. He's a few of the hunters scattered across this world, there aren't many of them as you can see, their jobs are a tough one, they're entitled to rid the world of spirits or other malignant entities that defile the natural order or balance of the world. Trust me, it's not a career path most sane people would follow. You gotta have guts for this and a whole lot of will power to keep trekking forward and do what you do best. As I've said before, just waking up in the morning to put yourself out there and do work that puts your soul at risk is a beautiful thing, call me crazy but I think that's what it means to be alive... At least I always believed this, but I can't say I'm alive anymore huh, I quit, I'm just sitting on the sidelines, watching this one take the guns and ride the hot seat. Makes me proud of him, what he's grown up to be." Billie sighed, almost longingly, but it only made sense for him to retire and lay down the gun, things weren't like they used to be, the fiends now were not the types they used to be, and he didn't have the strength needed to handle it. The pressures and agony that came with this business, not to mention the losses. Some meetings were destined for heartbreak and he expected that this was an aspect of the hunter's life Dean had yet to experience. "And no Dean, I don't know where that build up of supernatural aura is coming from, what am I a freakin supernatural GPS?" Then he explained what they were talking about to Isabella to keep her up to speed, "What he means is that, somewhere in the town, a Hell Gate's been brought up, someone must have found a way to create a portal from this world and the demon world, or underworld or hell, whatever you want to nick name it, and evil spirits are both pooling out of that door and gathering around the place, even more attracted to it if its already filled with bad vibes, which would in turn make it more powerful, attracting more evil spirits, a hot spot of terrible you don't want to find yourself in unarmed. That's why he brought you here, to keep you safe obviously."

Dean crossed his arms, "Alright I guess I'll have to find it by searching, but at this rate I doubt it wouldn't be too difficult, and don't speak so highly of me yet if I haven't even gotten to bigger game or done anything worth being proud of, when I'm done with this, you better have a pie waiting for me here. And keep and eye on her, she can get a little slippery. Make random visits to the cemetery. " Dean warned the old timer who wasn't at all as useless as he thought he was, and this was a topic that he'd bring up later, right now he needed the man to keep it together and use some hunting know-how to keep her safe. He was all Dean had left, and he wasn't about to accept defeat. Not from anyone, and as he stood he instructed Isabella to learn some defensive techniques, especially how to handle a gun. "You have guts and I know all this seems like utter crap to you but you have to trust me, you are NOT safe outside that door, if you don't want me going crazy worrying about you please listen to me, and wait for me here. Will you do that for me Isabella?" He gave her a serious look, laced with deep concern and a fiery passion in his eyes that could draw in even the coldest of hearts. He liked her, and he wanted a chance to know her a bit even if he'd never see her again when all this was over. She was a friend? Not too sure what to call it, he was at a loss, never had he been interested in forming something akin to friendship with anyone outside the family.

A surprising first it was. Maybe even something he may come to soon regret, because as his father once told him, "Once you become a hunter, your life is never the same, guys like us, we don't have a home, we don't get a family, and all our friends that stick around most end up dying. It's best to keep on walking forward, alone. That way you won't hesitate in action, get the job done without the casualties of friends trailing behind you."

That memory was all too fresh in his mind and he averted his gaze with a heavy heart, would she be in greater danger because she was with him instead of Lorenzo who was undoubtedly another vampire tethered to her? Maybe, yet he was the only one that stood between her and a horde of ravenous demons waiting in line to eat her up. So for now he'd take his chances and do his best to protect her as best as he could. Another death was undesirable to him and as long as he was alive and kicking, he wasn't gonna let anyone hurt her anymore. What Selene did to her was a wake-up call, a very cruel one at most and a lesson to take this more seriously.


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"So the little fox escaped, that's no problem I can deal with you then. Tell me, LeVian, why didn't you keep her under control, has she become a liability to you?" Aleksei asked striking Micheal in a heart beat, having no concern in trying to track the girl whom he knew all along was on his team from the get go. He had heard his love when he'd left and she was clear on her words, she would never forgive him if he killed her friends, and that was not a wrath he wanted to face. So he resorted to keeping his mind off the anger he felt toward the woman that dared to harm his other love so brutally. Take it out on Michael whom was already familiar with his quirks and habits and may even be already realizing what was transpiring before him. They were very close friends and his only confidante, so killing the man was an act he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do anyways.

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"So you're his new lackey huh? Salvatore's taken an interest in you, having me fetch for you even though you're a vampire now. He's sure changed, let's hope you're good at what you do, or I just may be giving you the vote off the island." Veratos expressed as she sprinted through the woods with the huntress following after. As they passed the streets, Veratos picked up the malignant auras increasingly thickening in the atmosphere, coming from the direction of the school. Most undeniably the source of all that evil energies, a massive psychic feedback loop of more evil spirits gathering toward the hot spot. She knew well that bad vibes always had an outside source. One that needed to be put down pronto.

"This is gonna be one hell of a mission for him, let's hope he doesn't screw up. Are you game Morrigan? This isn't an odd job for a simple hunter, now that you're a vampire I think you know what that means."

They continued to Jenkin's auto shop where they were to meet up with Dean, shortly after they were to jump on this case, the quicker they got to it, the sooner she could have some alone time with the amnesiac hunter. She was beginning to wonder if there were a possible way to jog his memories, and have them come to him faster. Having to wait was annoying and no fun.

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"Yup, but as I'd said before, never had the interest to look into it. So I may not have all the deets on all the sketchy stuff they've been up to. All I know is that they can't be trusted, and whatever they're up to now, well, I know it'll get ugly."

Veratos let out as she zoomed in on the school, something was there, something powerful, and it really did needed to be stopped before this bomb of dark energy erupted in the small town. It was a possibility that the power just may wipe out the town itself off the map -that was just a hunch of hers for she had no way to tell. Nearing the school she reached for both of her blades, pulling them out in a swift motion ready to strike it through a demon's head. At Selene's quirp she chuckled, "I think that lunatic inbred is up to something, I'm pretty sure he's aware of the situation but has decided that we're enough to handle it, which would explain why he isn't jumping in to join us on this field trip! But hey why complain? More for us to slay and for that I have no problem dealing with, even if were just me against them. Don't think, just do and go with it!" The woman soared above the morning sky, landing upon the roof, just below she'd noticed Lyra, hesitating before the school entrance, probably gripped by fear. That was normal, for a human, however what most people would feel as fear, she felt an adrenaline rush, similar to riding a roller coaster. This was something she looked forward to almost everyday, her and Dean taking out the demons or other monsters. Keeping the balance.

"Good Holmes, you cover the top, I'll clear out the bottom," Dean said as he zipped to the ground level, alighting to the ground, he swung Rebellus out, it's supernatural energies pouring out in a thick crimson and ebony light as he raced passed the frozen medium with her ghost companion. "Hey don't just stand there, if you wanna get paid you gotta do something." He addressed her briefly, snapping her out of her trance. Glancing up to the still air born Selene he called out to her, "You take the upper floors, make sure you get them all, and if you find the Hell Gate let me know if you can! And whatever you do, don't die!"

With that said, he sent a powerful kick at the double doors, bursting them off its hinges before blasting in with a swing at a bunch of demons that quickly sprang toward him upon his entrance.

"This place reeks with suppressed energy, hard to -breathe." He noted as he whipped the blade around to slice through a group of them trying to catch him from behind. Then he continued down the corridor, aiming Silver Moon at his targets he shot a bunch of bullets, many of them burst into black, foggy smoke as they perished, but others he realized with alarming horror were going after the weaker ones and devouring them absorbing their energy and increasing their strength! Awesome. Another thing he noticed were that the demons had a difficult time leaving the school, was a barrier put up? By who?

"Ah, the son of Adacio has graced us with his presence, it was about damn time." Said Calanthe Calisen, the chair lady of Rosen Hale. She was decked out in a leather coat, looking like a Matrix chick herself, sexy. She held a giant machine gun, and a devilish smirk on her face. "So far the others have kept the groups of 'em at bay, but with the morning coming on I doubt they'll be able to keep up at it. The portal was set up in the Gymnasium by a student, who is surely not graduating. Not from my school. I got this here, Salvatore, go and get rid of that portal now!"

"I'm on it!" Dean said, not taking any more seconds to ask her how she knew that about him, he hadn't even know that about himself, in any case he knew that he would find out the truth soon enough. He knew his father's name was James Salvatore, who was this Adacio guy? Breaking the locked Gym doors down he was met with a wall of concentrated spiritual pressure that made it difficult to push in and walk through the doors, and yet, at the same time he felt every cell in his body attracted to the source. How freaky? The blade in his hand pulsed like crazy, its glow brightening at sensing the high spirit energies. Gritting his teeth, Dean stepped forward, forcing himself further, keep going, don't give up now, keep walking!

"I will destroy this world and everyone in it!" A deep and scratchy voice announced by the demon straining to force all this power into the human body it was possessing, behind the student, there was the giant Hell Gate he's been searching for, in it was the opening that connected the physical world to Hell basically. And in order for Dean to close it, he had to tango with the culprit that sprung it ope, send it right back in for it to close entirely.

"Damn, you snuck in disguised as a human, that's just sick!"Dean yelled, pointing the edge of his blade at the freshman student that looked like he was a nerd, the glasses and bow tie was a big give away. The kid was floating up in the air, his body reeled and writhed in spasms and his eyes were lurid an ugly black tinge that engulfed his eyes, even the white parts. The boy glanced down at the presence of a powerful spiritual energy below, a familiar one. "So, the Adacio legacy lives on through you, I smell his blood in you, the way you hold that sword confirms it. I've been waiting for the time we were to cross again! Now I don't have to hold back!" The boy lurched forwards, his back tearing as the real demon's form broke away from its shell, roaring loudly.

Dean smirked at the monster, "Hah, so this is what you really look like!" He was aware that the monster knew about his past too, would he be open for a little chat before they began fighting?

"Precisely, now I will end your pitiful life and eat your heart!" The big boss yelled, shooting at the hunter burst of electric-ish balls of energy that burned away at whatever it camein contact with, Dean saw it hit the wood floor and melt it away, revealing the earth underneath. Deep shit. That was a warning, not to get hit by them, so he dodged each blow as he closed in the space in between them and swung Rebelus "Haaaaaaa!" He yelled as he attacked the beast.


"Why. Don't. You. All. Disappear.Already?!"

Veratos shouted with each kill by her twin katanas, she'd managed to take out an entire army of the cretins collecting on the roof top, but she quickly realized that even if she killed them, more and more would come. That barn door needed to be closed or this little free-for-all were going to be too much for the barrier to take, it might even shatter. She knew it was the only thing up keeping most of the weaker demons inside. While the other stronger ones tried to break out, she went after them in quick precision, she wondered if Selene was holding up her own. She was just a vampire hunter, this kind of vanquishing must be an even wilder chase for her. "Hell I shouldn't be worrying, she got herself into this crap,I'm positive she'll get herself out. Dean, you better get this bastard, even if you don't remember being the Ace killer, somethings gotta give!" She brought the blades down on one of the more powerful demons, slicing in an X fashion, they disintegrated to smoke.


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"Aleksei, you mean the pureblood? Who knows... You're not thinking of going out there on a man hunt now are you? Dean told you to stay here, I can't have you strolling around out there alone, you know why." Billie explained, he was back at his desk that was facing the open kitchen concept, there weren't many rooms in the place to begin with so, "What does the letter say girl? Did it reveal something useful, anything that matches my research?" He watched her warily, what if she suddenly got up and ran out? How would he be able to catch up to her then? Was leaving her here a good idea after all?

Aleksei squinted against the sunlight hiking up the sky, both him and Michael were a little breathless, him more worn out than the other, he wasn't the one wielding a weapon that hurt to touch, much less ate away at the flesh of his hand.

"There's some disturbance out there, I can feel it, like a head ache, only more annoying." He said, taking a moment to break out of the battle and notice the danger outside this. He had yet to realize Michael taking this chance to strike at him...

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Selene, however confused she may have been at the sight of the onslaught of demons, was handling them quite expertly for not having seen one before. As she held her weapon expertly in her hands, she came to realize that Veratos was right about it being difficult at first, and then- it seemed to become an extension of her body, one that she controlled with expertise and precision. She aimed and fired, impaling each target through the head, though they evaporates into smog and left her to retrieve her abandoned arrows.

As she bolted through the halls, her senses pointing her in the direction of the gymnasium, she noticed a particularly voracious looking demon heading toward helpless Lyra. Upon instinct, Selene dove toward the girl and shoved her out of the way of the demon just as its powerful jaws came crashing down to the tile. She then whirled back around, aimed and let another arrow fly.

"Get out of here, medium," hissed Selene. "Unless you know of a way to seal the gate."

Then she abandoned the girl altogether, racing after Dean once she was sure the east wing was secure. Upon seeing the sunrise beaming overhead, she grew increasingly more apprehensive, all before she spotted the creature spitting fireballs at Dean. The huntress screwed her face up in horror, before taking another arrow and retrieving a small sack of blue powder from her belt. She then dipped the silver arrowhead into the powder, spit upon it, and listened for the telltale crackle and the scent of sulfur and myrr intermixing. She anchored the arrow against her cheek, aimed for the head of the beast, and let it fly.

Isabella watched Billie expectantly. She was young, he was not; older humans could not do without rest like adolescents can. Soon enough he would fall asleep, and that is when Isabella would run like hell to find this Aleksei man who splats Ty has been doing alot more than just trying to protect her. She held the paper in her fingers for a few moments when Billie inquired about it, then slid it toward him to read for himself.

"It's pretty vague," she explained. "But she mentions something about me being a reincarnation of someone and that 'the empires'-" her little fingers gestured air quotation marks as she spoke. "-have learned of my existence. There's this key, and she wants me to travel to Italy."

She held up the little gold skeleton key eye level for the man to observe. It was immaculate, as if it had never been used before. Then she furrowed her brows and tucked it away into her satchel. A sigh left her lips, feeling utterly helpless as the entire situation unfurled all around her, though she knew nothing of it.

"You know, for me being special or whatever," she continued, huffing exasperatedly. "I really don't like being left in the dark about things. I think I deserve some answers."

Her golden eyes watched him, though their expression was unreadable. Isabella had always been the curious one, and the moment Billie dozed off on the couch, she snuck out quietly. She was greeted almost immediately by Lorenzo, who shook his head as he looked over his shoulder at the automotive shop. Then he clicked his tongue, eying the satchel that hung at her hip.

"Sneaking out is not the brightest idea, amore mio," he purred, moving to block her every time she tried to pass. "Although... I can take you directly to where you want to go, at this very moment, if you wish. You need only ask."

Isabella thought it over for a moment, silently praying that Aleksei would hear her thoughts and come running to her rescue, since she couldn't even recall what his face looked like. Her dark hair waved softly around her pretty features, which had grown tired and weary from the night's events and lack of sleep.

"Can you take me to Aleksei?" she asked, noticing the man's demeanor drop considerably. Apparently, not very many people liked this guy.

"If that is what you so desire," he responded, though bitterly.

Isabella caught a glimpse of the iridescent, purplish glow that tainted the golden horizon in the direction of the school. She only hoped that her friends were safe- especially Dean, whom she still had so many questions for. Without warning, Lorenzo took Isabella by the hand, yanking her at lightspeed over treetops and buildings. She screamed with surprise, before realizing that she was soaring over Sable while draped in this very attractive man's strong arms.

"Where are you taking me?" Isabella demanded.

"You said you wanted to see Avalon," said Lorenzo impassively, dropping quickly back to earth to the girl's terror. "Your wish is my command."

A little distance away, Aleksei and Michael were tucked into the foliage, probably still quarreling about nonsense. She listened to their voices, one she could distinctly recognize as Michael's, and turned to look back at Lorenzo, whom had disappeared. She swallowed nervously before following after the sounds, hoping that she would be greeted with welcome arms, or perhaps with an open mind ready to answer her many questions.

"Aleksei?" she called out into the trees, receiving nothing but a rustling in the brush ahead of her. She took a step toward the movement, again hoping for the best, though feeling absolutely naked with nothing to defend herself should she run into trouble.

"Dean is going to hate me for this..." she muttered. "Aleksei!"

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Michael took the opening and shot after the pureblood, aiming directly for the blade he held in his hand, freezing the now skeletal bones that was left of this hand, knocking the blade up into the air.

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Damn. Michael knew it would also leave an opening for him, and at the sight of Aleksei's blood weapon, he grabbed for it as the man plunged it into his gut. Ouch. He glared into the pureblood's eyes, "You're attacking me, but it was Selene who harmed Isabella, she fled and you had no intention of following her." He noticed, touching the man's shoulder, sending ice spreading across the vampire's body.

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"So it's me you're after, what I don't get is why." Michael managed to say, despite the terrible pain he felt, he wasn't about to express it. He pushed Aleksei back, trying to gain some distance.Gripping at his side, he sent another ball of ice toward Aleksei. His eyes glowed bright blue and the skies filled up with dark ominous clouds blocking out the sunlight, snowflakes started falling from the sky and whatever it touched, became a flower of ice. Needless to say, the snowflakes that landed on Aleksei would immidiately turn to ice, spreading all over him until he was an ice sculpture. "You've picked the wrong opponent mate, but if it's a spar you want, then it's a spar you'll get!"

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Michael braced himself, sensing the vampire's shifting energy behind him, he jumped out of the way just as the man swung down at him, his jacket got shredded. "You missed," Michael said, watching him warily. Did his friend lose it?

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[Happy New Year everyone! @St. Valentine I read your rendition of the role-play, I loved how you depicted Lyra, right on the nail! Are you writing anymore? I would like to know how Isabella suddenly awakens like that, it was like watching a television show so exciting.]



Michael rushed through the forest, through the awakening town and directly toward the school. Isabella was with Aleksei and another vampire, Michael wondered if he had ever felt this man's aura, it felt almost familiar, perhaps in one of the many council meetings before. Reaching the school property he saw Lyra, she was standing her guard, her hands held up before her, a white barrier protected the school its light faint and pulsing. It kept the evil things within from coming out, but he wondered if he could step through it without getting harmed, so he paused close to the girl.

"Selene is inside Michael, where have you been? There's a giant source of evil auras coming from in there, please help them, I don't know how long I can support the barrier!" She glanced back momentarily to see him, "I'll leave an opening for you, be quick!"

Michael nodded confirming, he gently patted the girl atop her head, smiling rather brightly, "Good job Lyra, keep it strong there, this will be over soon." Then he slipped away like a breeze, his hands ready with water and ice enveloping them as he burst through the doors. He saw the other night class students wrestling with a few stray demons and he helped getting rid of them.

"The culprit is at the gym, but the hunters are taking care of it," Amy, a vampire informed the pureblood when he asked for a report, smiling at her, thanking her for the imput he continued on to the gym, catching Veratos as she finished off her own demons before leaving a wreck behind her. When the smoke cleared he ran to the doors and slammed them open in time to see the hunter slice at the monstrous hell beast.

"Go after her, help her out, remember where you stand..." Aleksei's voice echoed in his mind as he though back at the fight they had before, he wasn't certain what the pureblood was planning out now, but he knew for sure that his Selene was now more involved in it than ever before. He shook his head slightly as he walked passed the ashes left behind by the huntress. He saw Selene in action, sending arrows dipped in a blue powdery substance at the giant thing. He looked up to her, "Mind if I join in?"

Outside Lyra closed her eyes, her cheeks rosy, wow, a handsome man had cheered her on to keep going, stay strong, it was enough to boost her confidence. Wait until Isabella found out about this! Speaking of, she could faintly "feel" her, she was a bit away from the school, along with her were two others that had much stronger, darker auras about them and it made her a little scared.

"It's alright Lyra, Isabella is with Aleksei, he only wants to protect her. Keep your focus dear." Katerina whispered, pulling the girl back to her task.

"Who's Aleksei?" Lyra questioned her, returning her focus on holding the barrier up, she was having some difficulty in it, takes a lot of mojo to cover up an entire school, also while keeping her mind clear for it all to work.

"A vampire, apparently he's been behind Isabella her entire life, however with this new fellow, he doesn't bode well in the mix, what he brings with him and takes away it's all so sad." Katerina expressed, she had remained long enough to know what was going on, having disappeared soon after Aleksei had explained what he could to Isabella. She'd returned to her niece to help her, and also, let her know what was going on.

Lyra frowned, "Oh so she has a guardian who's always been there for her sooo romantic -wait- did you say he was a vampire? That's unbelievable, but then again, I'm holding up a huge cage to keep the demons inside so I guess... I still can't believe it."

"Lyra focus!" Katerine urged her.

"Sorry!"

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(Happy New Year my loves! I'm so happy to have met you both, and that we have all stuck together through what has it been? Two, three years now? Very safe and cheerful celebrations to you and your families! Also, thank you Angel, I tried my best to capture their unique personalities. I am writing more, and will send you both the newest edition soon. Thank you again guys! Love y'all! n_n)

Isabella wrapped her arms around Aleksei's neck as he carried her, the tears still falling, her despair ever present; yet, like all the other tender moments she had just shared with Aleksei, this particular gesture, as he held her close to his heart, again she could almost remember the same occurrence as a child. She breathed in his scent, the smell of earth on his hair and cold skin, and nuzzled her skull into the crook of his neck. Everything she had ever known was suddenly crashing down all around her, leaving nothing but chaos and confusion in its wake. Nevertheless, she knew there was no longer anywhere she could run, except directly to the source itself. A sigh escaped her lips.

As he placed her on a bed, in a room blossoming with dozens of fresh, beautiful flowers that resembled a Wonderland like garden, she watched him sadly. She could see the sorrow in his demeanor, and feel the shame emanating from his strong form. She reached out to place a hand on his, trying to reassure him that everything was going to be alright, though she was not sure of this herself. She graciously took the water, thanked him and sipped, though still observed him and felt he needed it more than she did.

"You don't have to protect me anymore, Aleksei," Isabella started softly, her small fingers wrapping around his hand. "At this moment in time, I need a comrade... Someone to help me fight whatever future is trying to force itself on me."

She sighed, looking away for a few moments and sniffing pitifully. A single tear streaked her cheek, but she didn't wipe it away; instead, she let it fall and dapple the floral quilt. When she returned her gaze to Aleksei, her smile was still there, unwavering in its efforts to provide him with some kind of comfort. Her free hand moved a few stray strands of his platinum hair from his carnelian eyes, a loving gesture she never thought she would do. That's when she remembered Dean, and how he had tried to make her promise to stay with Billie. She wondered where he had gone off to, and where Selene and her other friends were, and what their thoughts might be on all this madness.

"I... I want to go to Italy," she continued, mindful of Aleksei's sensitivity of the subject. "But I don't want to marry Lorenzo or be royalty or whatever it is he was hinting at. I just want to meet my mother, and find out why this is happening to me... And finish high school..."

Another tear streaked her cheek as she realized that, however futile that ambition probably seemed now, it was an important milestone in every teenager's life. She was determined that, regardless of this calamity, she would live out each of her desires despite the responsibility that would soon befall her. All she wanted was to keep her friends safe, allow them as normal a life as they could possibly have, and move on with her own.

"But I want you to go with me. You seem to be a very dear friend of my family's, and if I am to meet my mother, I would like to have you at my side, in case she isn't as forgiving with me..."

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Selene was being overwhelmed by the spawning demons that were continuously reproducing from the monster's wounds. At the moment, they were climbing all over her, and her arrows were quickly becoming scattered. They started to rake their nails along her flesh in an attempt to tear her apart, which only angered the newborn vampire; at the same moment, an explosion resounded near her, and then a shower of Holy water rained down on all of them, destroying the demons and consequently wounding Selene as well. She hissed with the pain, but it subsided quickly, and when she recovered she glanced over at Vera to offer her an acknowledging and thankful nod.

She caught a familiar musky scent, and when she turned she noticed Michael standing beside her. With a smirk, she shook her head and began to recollect all her arrows.

"By all means, take your time," she joked, as she positioned the arrow along the bowstring and aimed for the creature, studded with her seemingly futile weapons. "It's nice of you to finally join us."

She couldn't smell Isabella in the air anymore, which meant she had been taken, and it was anyone's guess that her captor was Aleksei. At least, at this point in time, that's what she hoped for. The demons in the schoolhouse were gradually depleting in number, but the hell guardian was only maimed, or so it seemed. Hunting evil spirits and bogeymen was not something Selene listed on her resume, nor a skill she had in her repertoire. This was something different entirely, and she knew that if she was going to face future adversaries of the same nature, she would have to invest in proper weapons.

"When is this damned thing going to die?!"

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Character Portrait: Dean Salvatore Character Portrait: Aleksei Avalon Character Portrait: Isabella Lombardi Character Portrait: Michael LeVian Character Portrait: Selene Morrigan Character Portrait: Veratos H.
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((St. Valentine I hope you had an awesome new years last night! I'm just as happy to have met you, can't wait to see what you cook up next. To you both thanks for sticking with me in this role play, seems like forever since we were in this one, I think it's the longest running that promises to find an 'end' the way we're going. Keep at it guys, make me proud! lol XOXO))




Isabella touched his hand, his fingers wove around hers, holding on to what he could, his eyes swam with so much tenderness as he captured her gaze and listened to her with a smile curving his lips. As long as she was before him, he would do his best to make her happy, anything she asked he would grant. I'm sorry protecting you with my life is a promise I will keep forever. Aleksei thought slowly shaking his head, then nodding with the other request, "I will be your comrade, if that is your wish, I'll hold your hand, and be beside you always." As her eyes gave birth to more tears, he watched them fall, it was necessary, she would shed the tears he wouldn't allow himself to shed before her.

She sighed, seeming pensive about something for an instant, then her gaze met his and her hand reached to his face, fingers brushing away a few wispy strands of his hair from his eyes and he closed them at her contact, welcoming her touch. A soft tired sigh left him, he could feel himself gradually relax as the seconds ticked by, she always left this effect on him when ever they were close, almost like Mina. He opened his eyes once again, his eye lids felt like sand paper when he blinked, he was pushing himself too much, and even so it didn't stop him from wanting to be here with her. As though he were cherishing every single moment he was sharing with her from this point on, and not wanting a single moment to pass where she wasn't in it. He was hopeless.

Isabella voiced further wishes to indeed go to Italia, and his jaw clenched at the topic, his eyes narrowing a tiny bit, brows wrinkling in obvious concern, she was playing right into Lorenzo's hand, using her mother most likely as bait. She then expressed her refusal to wed Lorenzo, and he couldn't help the twitch of his lips, threatening to break into a smile, even a chuckle, but he didn't have the energy to muster that. Finally she made it clear that finishing her studies was a must and his expression softened at that one, for it was a wish he shared with her, that she live her life, completely. More tears streaked her face and he gently wiped them, he remained silent so that she could fill the air with only her desires. She continued, telling him that he was whom she wanted to accompany her to Italia, he would have, had she not mentioned this anyway, and he nodded, glad that she had welcomed him further into her life.

"Your mother loves you immensely, let go the guilt baggage, that's heavy weight not meant for you to carry." he said while taking in her sweet scent. "You have done no wrong, never had...Just lived, if it's anyone who should feel guilty it's me... should have told you...the truth."
He smiled, then stood up remembering something, "Stay put, and close your eyes. I want to give you a something, I'll be right back." He left the room.

A few minutes later he returned with his hand behind his back, settling on the bed across from her, he reached for her hand, looked to be sure she wasn't peeking then laid something cool over her wrist, closed it by it's clasp then held her hand gingerly as he admired such beauty. It looked much better on her, than in the box it was contained in, he also rested a bound leather journal on the bed which was decorated with rose petals. What Isabella wore was a bracelet, its white chunky beads reflected at the light faintly, pearls strung beside an unpolished white gold charm embossed with a heart set aflame. He gave it to her because he wanted to, and nothing more, just something to remember him by if ever they were to part. He hoped she would take care of it as he had for the many years he'd kept it.

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Dean was just as anxious to get this damn monster out of the picture, but it just wasn't that easy. "This fella doesn't know when to quit!" he said, taking a lunge for it, raising his blade over his head, he aimed for the demon's skull, but was stopped when the enraged beast shot at the hunter with his giant hand, crushing him into the wall, his jagged claws encased him, he couldn't escape.

"I know you, your face is just like your father's what a surprise that I would find myself facing the son. And defeating him!" the demon growled, forcing his weight against the kid. Then he pulled back to look at him, the demon was incredibly weakened, and his senses were fading, but he wasn't going down without bringing someone to hell with him. "Tell me son of Adacio, where does your strength come from, the fact that you aren't human or is it because of the life you've lived so far? I want to know." His voice was scary deep and grating, matching his ugliness.

Dean glowered at the glowing orbs of the demon as he pulled himself out of a Dean sized hole, "How do you know I'm not human? I'm more human than you'd ever know!" he pushed himself off the wall and attempted to strike at the demon, blade gleaming red with his aura pouring into it, now he was really pissed.

The demon expected that he'd hit a chord, what was so great about humanity? He'd never know, but he was prepared for the kid as he advanced on him and just before they met in the between, he pushed his remaining strength into one last hit, allowing the opening above his head, the blade came down on him, ending him.

Vera smiled pleased at seeing him attack the beast, this time slicing it through in half, the atrocity erupted to pieces leaving behind nothing but bitterness and the nastiest stunk of sulfur. She scrunched up her face and covered her nose with her sleeve, and waved her other hand to clear the air, then gasped, almost choking on the stringent air. What she saw almost made her heart stop, her eyes flashed a bright red at the shock, before turning back their natural dark color and she raced after the fallen boy who was on his knees, the blade forgotten on the floor, his head hung low like a wilted flower. "Dean!"

"It hurts... but I can barely feel it." Dean whispered, he fell against Vera as she ran to him, sunk to her knees and captured him just as he fell. She held onto his hand which gripped tightly at the only thing left behind by the demon boss, his gihugic claw, or what looked like it. The claw had perfectly impaled him right in the guts. He held on to her shoulder, blood rising up in his mouth, he shut one eye trying to pull it out but not having the strength to. "Get it out. Get it out!"

"You'll loose too much blood, I can't just yank it out like that!" Veratos yelled back, she grit her teeth, shaking with the fear she never knew she had gripping her. Poor kid, he was the best hunter she ever knew, and now he was gonna die, like this? The thought was unbearable. "Selene, Michael... HELP!"

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Character Portrait: Dean Salvatore Character Portrait: Lyra Kingsley Character Portrait: Katerina Character Portrait: Michael LeVian Character Portrait: Selene Morrigan Character Portrait: Veratos H.
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[Well I thank you St. Valentine for sticking around with us, love you too! I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for more. I hope you had a super new years with your family and that you're safe. โค Hime, I think we've already done that lol.]



Michael was just about to start freezing the sucker's remaining leg, encase him in ice so that it wouldn't be able to move, allowing Dean the leverage needed to attack without getting injured, but the boy was quicker and had went after the freak of nature right when he was gonna shoot. So much happened after that, it almost looked like Dean had won at the end, when the smog of released demonic energies erupted from the defeated foe, and the hell gate closed finally he smiled, shielding his nose and mouth with a hand so as not to inhale the crap, he too stiffened at smelling blood, it was of a peculiar scent.

The air cleared a little, and he glanced at Veratos as she screamed out the other's name, then went after him. He was struck by the monster, it had happened at the very moment Dean had sliced him in two, ending its existence. A deadly opening for both. When the young lady called out to them both for assistance, he exchanged worried glances with Selene, then sprinted toward the two. Crouching down on one knee, he inspected the damage. Salvatore's face was already pale as his own, which wasn't a surprise since the boy had been at it for a couple of hours with the hell beast.

Then the pureblood remembered something, that demon had called the hunter a non-human, though offended by it, Dean had demonstrated spectacular strengths no mere mortal could perform. Michael wondered in fact, had there been truth in that? He divided his gaze from the suffering boy who hadn't yet passed out, to his companion who expressed genuine agony. Placing a hand on Veratos, he nodded his head, motioning her to step back as he took her place. Gripping Dean's shoulder, he looked the boy in the eye, his other hand seized the end of the claw, his expression inscrutable as he said in a rather distant tone, "Let go Salvatore."

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Lyra saw the light fading from the school, felt the bad vibes disappear and she was left thoroughly exhausted as she collapsed onto the ground. The barrier she'd held up snapped as she'd stopped holding it up. Taking deep breaths she sat there, trying to recollect her bearings, glancing up with much difficulty at the still building she knew the enemy must have been taken out. She had felt a heavy vibration just before the miasma had dissipated, was it the hunter?

"The school is safe now darling, your job here is over." Katerina observed, watching her niece as she caught her breath and attempted at standing.
"But, what about the others, they're still in there, do you think they're okay?" Lyra asked more concerned for them than for herself. She wiped a sheen of sweat from her forehead with the back of her forearm and she exhaled a long breath, she didn't think she could have supported that barrier any longer had the battle lasted several more minutes. "I...I don't think I can ever do that again." She said wryly, crossing her arms around her frame, her shoulders fell, she felt chilly and simultaneously hot.

Katerina stared at the school, she sensed trouble from within, but instead of voicing her knowledge she smiled down at her precious niece and reassured her that the group inside were fine. Most likely recovering as she was now. "Come now Lyra. let's return home, your guardians will be awakening soon and-"

Lyra shot her aunt a cross stare, "DON'T LIE AUNT KATERINA! They never cared about me, that woman Miss Vandalia doesn't even look at me! And her husband is always working, I never see him! How can you say they worry for me when they don't even know I exist?! Even their daughter Serenity doesn't even know my name..." she lowered her voice as she ended the sentence, her throat ached badly. Tears burst from her eyes and she couldn't help but cry, feeling hopelessly lost. Ever since her aunt died and she'd been sent to the next of kin being distant, make that very remote, her father's sister who never even showed any interest for the girl still when her parents had been alive. She would have rather lived alone to be honest, it almost felt that way.

Katerina frowned at her niece's melancholy, the girl always displayed such an easy going countenance, she'd never mentioned having been bothered by her current living conditions with the Vandalias and now that the girl broke down like this, she knew she had to do something, anything to fix this. It was her fault Lyra was stuck in this rut, had she not passed away the girl would have still been living in London with her and they would have had been happily together. Impulsivity shocked through her and she reached down to touch her niece's head, only to have her hand flow right through the girl's head of light auburn curls. At realizing her inability to comfort her, touch her, feel her warmth, Katherine's expression tightened with a mixture of intense pain and anguish. "I'm sorry Lyra, forgive me."

"It's okay. I'm fine." Lyra said tightly, strained, which meant she was lying through her teeth as she tried to stand, then her vision got foggy.
"Lyra don't move-"
"I need to find Isabella, she's gone-" Lyra could hear herself say breathe/lessly as she wobbled to her feet, and then the world turned to black.
"Oh Lyra, no..." Katerina could do nothing, as the child fell to the pavement, she extended her arms trying to reach for her falling body, her ghostly apparition held no mercy and even in this instance never materialized, remaining unsubstantial. Lyra crumpled to the ground, her eyes closed.

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Character Portrait: Dean Salvatore Character Portrait: Aleksei Avalon Character Portrait: Isabella Lombardi Character Portrait: Michael LeVian Character Portrait: Selene Morrigan Character Portrait: Veratos H. Character Portrait: Julian Ulric
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Isabella followed Aleksei's instruction to stay put, sealing her golden eyes with her thick lashed eyelids. She shivered slightly at his touch when he returned, feeling something wrap around her little wrist. When she was told to loil, her eyes widened cheerfully at the sight of the pearl bracelet. She gasped softly, bringing her free hand to her mouth as she marveled at the lovely gift, followed by the lambskin journal.

"Oh, Aleksei, it's beautiful..." she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you. I love it."

Then she retrieved the journal, carefully observing each detail. She could almost feel her grandmother's hands opening and closing its cover, scribbling things within its pages, and imagine her ink stained hands. A gentle smile played over her rosebud mouth, her eyes dancing over the journal and then up to Aleksei, whom she gazed at lovingly. Over the course of a mere few hours, he had changed entirely in her mind, now becoming the person her grandmother had fondly spoken of.

"Aleksei, I..." her voice was cut short as she suddenly dropped the leather diary and her features contorted into that expressing severe pain. A choked scream erupted from her throat as she flew back against the mattress, clutching at her abdomen as if she had been impaled.

Her chest began to rise and fall as her breaths became quick paced and labored. She writhed in agony on top of the bedsheets which began to tangle around her violently shaking form. Another blood curdling shriek left her lungs, and her eyes were so wide in pain it looked as though she were being tortured. Then they glossed over, and as she stared blankly up into the ceiling, she could see Selene, Michael and Vera in the gymnasium, all crowded around her as if she were there. Her body began to shake and convulse, and she gasped desperately for oxygen, clutching at the sheets in search of Aleksei's hand.

"Dean... Dean..." she murmured, barely comprehensible above her shaky breaths. Another groan in pain exploded from her lips and she rolled over, curling into a fetal position, clutching her stomach. She fought through the anguish, which seemed to work in attempt to incapacitate her, but threw her legs over the mattress to stand. She crumpled to the floor, teeth clenched bitterly, but she pressed on and crawled toward the threshold. She was going to make it to Dean if it killed her- she knew he was in trouble, and for some reason, she knew that she could help him, only she didnt know how.

"Aleksei... Take... Me... To Dean..." she gasped, like a fish out of water.

Selene's aquamarine eyes glowed like marine lights as she kneeled beside Michael, who had just ripped the claw away from Dean's gut: A stream of crimson poured from the boy's wound, carrying a much different scent than she thought. It was pleasant, not quite as metallic as a human, but neither as sweet as Isabella's; and that's when something clicked inside her head.

"Michael... Do you suppose Isabella's blood will heal him?" she asked quietly, her gaze averting to Vera, as if inquiring her also.

Outside, a boy with wild black hair and light grey eyes approached Lyra, who had fallen unconscious on the ground. He smelled sweetly of earth and the forest, and there was something slightly animalistic and lupine about his handsome features. Upon seeing that she was exhausted, he rushed to her aid, accompanied by two other boys with the same dark hair but different shades of blue in their eyes. They too smelled of earth, and watched the girl with curious, pup like expressions as the boy collected her in his arms.

He lifted his nose to the air, as if trying to detect a certain scent the wind might have carried, then ran almost superhumanly fast through toward the forest. He knew school would be starting soon, but the girl didn't look nearly in a suitable enough condition to face the day. Her fiery hair bounced around her face as he tucked her head into his chest, holding her tightly in his grasp, though it was more secure than threatening. His body heat would provide her enough warmth against the chill of the morning air.

He stopped running when he came to a modest, cottage like lake house in a clearing in the forest. A vast, enormous body of dark water created by a beaver dam encircled the house on all sides, save for a driveway and a pier that granted entrance to the front porch. The three boys hurried over the pier, retreating inside, where the shades were open and allowed plentiful sunlight. The interior consisted of many native American artifacts and wooden furniture that seemed to be handmade. It smelled pleasantly of pine and sandalwood, and above all, the place was very welcoming.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Julian?" asked one of the boys, his dark blue eyes settled on the ground. "Won't she freak out when she wakes up?"

"Quiet, Lukas... Get me some warm water and honey, and start burning some sage. This girl has been fighting evil spirits... They've weakened her. I can smell their odor all over her," the boy responded, his tone warm. As he laid Lyra's small body on a full sized bed, he looked over at the only one who had said nothing. "She will be hungry when she awakens. Do we have any bread for her honey?"

"She is a human, Julian..." the boy said quietly, his jade colored eyes focused on Lyra. "It's a mistake to bring her into our home."

"Don't question me, Damian. She's hurt, and there was no one there to help her... We can't just leave her. Now please bring me some bread and a hand towel."

Lukas and Damian did as they were told, serving a few slices of toast with a small jar of honey on a platter and setting it on the nightstand beside Lyra. A bowl of warm water and a hand towel was then given to Julian, who moistened it, then placed it on her forehead. Julian watched the red headed girl for several minutes, listening as her shallow breaths entered and escaped her lips, hoping that while the sage burned in the room that she would recover quickly. Surely when she awakened, she would probably be terrified, but the handsome boy was determined to make sure she was safe.

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Aleksei was all smiles as she expressed awe and then hugged him after she saw the precious gift he gave her. All he did was observe her lovingly while she looked through the journal, seeing more and more of Maria in her as the time passed them by. About to ask her if she was well enough so that he could give her the grand tour of the manor and thus grant her free reign of the place, their little happy moment was short lived when she suddenly cried out in severe pain. It was enough to freak him out and nothing ever freaked him out. Holding on to the girl as she curled onto the bed and screamed, he held her hand, not sure what to do since he had no clue what could possibly be afflicting her so terribly. Clenching his jaw, he pulled her into his arms, held her close to his chest, and he waited it out, until she gasped, "Dean...Dean..." His brows knitted as his mind scrambled for a possible explanation. Was something happening to him that she would react this way, could it be...? He listened further as she told him to take her to the hunter that was no doubt still at the school.

"Sera."

The servant was at his side in a matter of seconds, having been close the instant Isabella's screams echoed in the manor. She was afraid for an instant that the pureblood had lost it and had attacked her. Despite her fears she dared not enter the room until called for, relief flooded her tense body and her face flushed in shame, how dare she think so poorly of her liege. He would rather die than harm Isabella. He was holding her in the bed, there was no blood in the air or on them, save for the dried, now turning black stains on the pureblood's shirt from his earlier run-in with Michael. She bowed respectfully before him and asked him quietly to give her his orders.

"Help me take her to RozenHale."
"Yes sir."

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"Well thanks for... Being gentle...Michael..." Dean managed, he was lying on his back, everyone staring down at him, with a zoo-exhibit look on their faces, he said fuzzily, "It's closing up...? I feel it...So weird..." He winced at feeling Vera pushing both hands down with her coat over his gaping wound to stop the bleeding, she'd instructed Michael to hold his feet up so that blood would flow to his sluggish brain. His eyes fluttered shut and he fell quiet again. And still. "Stay with me Dean, I'm not letting you die, not today!" She was trying her best to stay in control, be strong, but when her hands pooled with his blood, her own confidence was fading. Trying press onto his stomach with her jacket was like putting a finger into a dike to stop a flood. But it was all she had, so she went with it, attempting to keep a steady pressure on it. Beneath him, his blood pooled, she felt it on her knees. At remembering Selene's question she looked up at the woman, "Isabella's blood..." she smirked at that one, it could just may quicken things up a bit, but she wasn't sure. Things like this never happened before. "to be honest I don't know, it could, if she were here."

Then rescue arrived in the form of a tall stranger and a small form in his arms all bundled up in a thick, black, fleece throw. Beside him, a silvery haired lady with an unreadable look on her face, the two approached them and gently, the blonde man laid a girl beside Dean.

"Well speak of the devil," Vera quipped, shaking her head.

Aleksei held Isabella's heaqd, supporting her, "What is it that you need to do Isabella? Tell me so that I can assist you further." He glanced at Sera, "Have water at hand Ser, we might need it when this is over."

Sera nodded, she too was knelt down behind him, from a messenger bag she carried, she quickly reached in and pulled out two water bottles of Evian, then returned his gaze with a nod. Prepared.

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Isabella's breaths became slow and shallow, and as Aleksei held her in his arms she Egan trembling uncontrollably. She closed her eyes, and saw a woman whose face was blurred, dressed in elaborate robes with long black hair. She stepped onto an altar where a man lay on a table, covered in a sheet and visibly dying. This woman then brought her wrist to her lips, took a bite, and held a mouthful of her blood behind her lips. Then she brought her mouth to his, kissed him passionately, and he woke up- once that happened, Isabella jolted awake in Aleksei's arms as he set her on the ground beside Dean.

She looked over at him, her eyes shining and hopeful, and mustered the warmest smile she could. Then she lifted her wrist to Aleksei, asking him to bite; when he did so, she winced, but immediately recoiled and brought the wound to her mouth. The taste of her own blood was so repulsive that she nearly gagged, but the scent to the others would be like that of the most delectable dessert. Once she took a mouthful, she rolled over onto her elbows, ignoring the searing pain on her stomach. She then leaned toward him, pressing her soft lips to his, and allowing him to swallow, should he accept it. When they kissed, a warm golden aura glowed like starlight around them, though this could only be seen to the trained eye and felt by the spiritually sensitive.

"Dean... Please, don't die on me..." she whispered, her voice shaky and sad. "I...I..."

She turned and looked over at Aleksei, falling back into his arms, and gazing at him pitifully. She was growing weak, just as Dean had, and it appeared that she was dying. Upon seeing Aleksei's deep concern, Selene placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, as if trying to reassure him that she was going to be okay. Her brows were furrowed and a frown etched along her beautiful features.

"If... He doesn't heal soon... Let him drink until he does," Isabella said, curling her finger's around Aleksei's jacket. She pulled him close to her, eyes alight and grave. "But don't you dare let him die, no matter what, understand? He can't die..."

She closed her eyes, her heartbeat having slowed until she became unconscious. Selene observed the girl curiously, then turned to Dean, hoping that Isabella's strange endeavor would prove effective. She couldn't comprehend what had just happened, or how Isabella knew what to do, or the connection between the human girl and the hunter. It was all so odd, but at the same time strangely familiar. She knew of stories about star crossed lovers and destined soul mates because of her father, but she had never actually seen it in action before.

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