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Jemima Furness

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a character in “The Purge Has Begun”, as played by shmband

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JEMIMA FURNESS

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Basic Info

Name: Jemima Furness
Physical Age: 18
Actual Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Human

Personality

Jemima's pretty hard to pigeonhole; she has a quiet confidence that is stoked especially when something makes her feel indignant, and she's certainly not afraid of giving her opinion. Nevertheless, her father's work and publicity have made her a little cautious to associate herself with him too much, and struggles to be her own person. This often means that she avoids getting too 'in depth' in discussions and conversation, and this in turn creates the impression that she is somehow shallow or unintelligent. That is far from the truth. Jemima has a sharp mind, but knows that because of her father's views any attempt to discuss contemporary issues in depth could result in controversy. She gets enough of that at home, so when she's among friends she's more than happy to play the slightly dizzy, cutesy-pie one of the group.

History

Growing up with Quentin as her father was never a bed of roses. He worked hard and the house was frequented by very clever, very boring men discussing theories, doctorates, medical issues and minutia. Jemima was grateful at least that there was never any pressure on her to follow in her father's footsteps. She has strangely never had any very strong feelings about her mother passing away. She knows from her father's work that people die every day, and it has desensitised her to it somewhat, though of course not entirely. Quentin isn't the warmest father in the world, but she appreciates the freedom and respect he gives her.

She has inherited her father's work ethic however, and works a few evenings a week as a cinema attendant. One of the perks of her job is that she gets to watch movies as soon as they come in, before general 'release', and although she has many general friends, she has a small group of particularly close friends united by a common interest in science fiction. It's also a good way of avoiding being at home too much.

So begins...

Jemima Furness's Story

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Character Portrait: Quentin Furness Character Portrait: Wesley Holdway Character Portrait: Jinx Delgado Character Portrait: Jemima Furness
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#, as written by shmband
Quentin sighed and clicked the staff room TV off. He knew that if any of his colleagues had been in the room the news report would have been met with a chorus of approval, and grumblings against the 'infected' against whom humanity was now waging all-out war. And he himself would be tempted to ask the same questions he'd posited so many times before. Are the criminally insane punished before they have committed a crime? Do we go to war against those afflicted by other viruses? Do we not treat them as victims and do what we can to help them?

"There is no cure." That was always the comeback. And Quentin knew it was true. He'd read the research papers himself, and despite the scaremongering and mob mentality, he trusted the peer consensus that there was no likelihood of finding a cure in the foreseeable future. That was the best science could ever say. For well over half a century no cure had been known for AIDS, but it didn't stop scientists trying. And then there was the irony that scientists worked so hard to extend the lives of cancer victims, and yet when it came to a virus which effectively granted immortality, they were calling for military action!

But none of these were Dr Furness' main objection to the government policy. He knew there was a war breaking out, and that there were no truly innocent parties. But he was yet to hear anyone call for an action which bore out complete logical consistency. In the world at that time, everyone was a hypocrite at some level.

Still, he could make a full-time job out of fretting about the city's troubles, but as it was he already had a full-time job, and it was time for his next procedure. He finished his coffee and turned out of the room, joining the flow of human traffic towards the waiting room. He knew where he was supposed to be and what he was supposed to be doing, but with things being the way they were it was always worth checking in at the department reception. Last minutes changes due to the damnable war were a common thing.

He walked up to the desk and asked the nurse flatly, "Am I in theatre seven, or is there somewhere else I'm needed?"



Wes was making the whole van judder with the nervous tapping of his foot. He didn't like this one bit. Why did they send me, he thought to himself. It had been a horrendous few weeks. He knew that things had gone bad for the pack, and for lycans in general, but this business of extermination? He'd figured that after the packs had gone into hiding they'd just have to be on the lookout for a few lousy bloodsuckers and keep their heads low. Which would have suited Wes just fine.

But no. Someone had had a better idea. As if the humans weren't pissed off already, let's send some lycans over to kidnap some doctor's daughter. Genius. And while we're as it, let's send the most unwilling, indifferent and reluctant pack member to lead the operation.

Wes wasn't a kidnapper. He was all for playing this war defensively. He had only a vague idea what kind of advantage this kidnapping could confer, but a much greater fear of what the reaction from the humans would be. Perhaps it would be better to deliberately screw the mission up and go home empty handed? No...that was no good, the anger of the pack would be even more fearsome. He could only do as he was told and hope that those in charge had a decent plan about what to do next.

"Oh god what are we doing," he said out loud to anyone in the back who was listening. He was the only one in the front, and had no idea how many were in the back of the van - two or three maybe? He was pretty sure he'd seen 'Jinx' get in. Hah, this must be interesting for her! If they'd been performing a hit on a vampire coven, she'd have been all game for it...but Wes wondered how much she cared about kidnapping some human. Unless it was designed, in the grand scheme, to work against the vampires somehow...?

"Yo, anyone there?" he called out to the back, no much caring if anyone in the street heard him. There weren't that many people around outside the entertainment precint anyway, but a hairy guy in a van stood out like a sore thumb. He was definitely going to have to follow this girl a little ways out of the area before...doing it... "Come on guys, seriously am I the only one who thinks this is a terrible idea?"



Jemima laughed and clicked her locker closed, shutting her uniform away for another shift as she bantered with her colleagues.

"Yeah well..." she smirked, "...those kids obviously don't know how much we can see of what goes down on the back row."

"Right," her friend James said with a leer, "or who's going down..."

"Ugh gross!" Jemima screwed up her face, "That's not what they were doing."

"Oh really, were you watching the whole time?"

"Ah the hell James, go wash your brain." Jemima rolled her eyes and gave him a nice smile, "I'm gonna head out, I'm beat. I'll catch you at the weekend OK?"

"Uh yeah sure," James said with a sudden uncertainty, "you sure you're OK walking? I can give you a ride if you like?"

"James," Jemima tilted her head and glared at him, "you don't finish for another hour and you don't even live in the same direction as me."

"Yeah well..."

"I'll be fine! Go mop the back row or something, if you're right about what was happening back there..."

"Oh damn don't. Yer that's hilarious."

Jemima chuckled and waved as she pulled the collar of her jacket up and made her way towards the staff exit. She expected it was still fairly warm outside, and she always appreciate the chance to stretch her legs after being confined to a cinema screen all day.

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Character Portrait: Viktoria Wilkes Character Portrait: Quentin Furness Character Portrait: Wesley Holdway Character Portrait: Landon Zane Character Portrait: Jemima Furness
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#, as written by shmband
A few cursory grumbled were all the reply Wes got from the back of the van. He knew that they were supposed to be keeping a low profile back there, but the silence was making Wes feel a little bit on his own. Hardly anything had been discussed about exactly how this was gonna be pulled off, and contrary to the usual powerplays and heel-snapping, nobody had stepped up to take charge of this operation, and Wes had a horrible feeling that, being the driver, people were assuming that he was in charge.

He glanced out towards the cinema. He'd made sure to park in a place where both the main entrace and the side door (sometimes used by the staff) were clearly visible, and he'd even taken the trouble to figure out which routes the girl might take. But there had been no prior observation or preparation, and so much depended on pure luck. Like, for example, the assumption that she would even go straight home after work rather than going out with friends. Or that somebody wouldn't pick or up, or she'd get a taxi. The number of things that could potentially go wrong were like an asteroid field...as far as he could see it would be a miracle if they were successful. But there was one thing he had to bear in mind; no matter what happened, just running up and grabbing the girl and dragging her off publicly was not an option.

He jumped as the cell phone rang, and hastened to answer it, seeing Calvin's name pop up on the display.

"Nothin to report yet boss." he mumbled, trying to look casual. "Just waiting for our mark to appear. I'll be in touch when there's some news."

There was no further reply, but none was expected. Wes shifted uncomfortably and turned his head back again. "So guys," he said, trying not to let his face betray his concern, "if we're assuming I'm driving once we've got the goods in the van, is anyone else volunteering to make the grab...?"

He trailed off and something appeared out of the corner of his eye. A girl leaving by the side door. She wasn't in a staff uniform, which suggested she'd just come off a shift, and her description matched the one he'd been given of the quack's daughter. A dump of adrenaline hit his bloodstream.

"Oh shit..." he exclaimed, starting up the van, "...shit shit shit she's on the move. Guy's, somebody get out and follow her on foot, I'm gonna move the van around to the alley on sixth and Jefferson, try to funnel her down that way."

He waited until the back doors of the van opened and shut, not stopping to see who had got out, and fired up the engine, bringing the van around onto the main street and heading towards the designated spot.



Quentin looked down at the man, then at his wound, and then back at his face. "Yes," he said dryly, "I can think I can infer fairly shrewdly what kind of work you're involved in. And I can confirm that initial indications suggest no infection as one would expect from a claw wound."

He reached down and reasserted the dressing which the patient had lifted, then turned to fetch a fresh one out of a cabinet.

"Mr Zane our work with you is done, and we do not need to keep you here at all." he said, "Once I apply a new dressing to your wound I will be able to discharge you. However..."

He turned and looked at the man sternly. "...if you resume your 'work' in your current condition, I should think it far more likely that if I see you again it will be through the bulletproof panel of a quarantine cell waiting for your tranformation. I say 'if' I see you again, because I don't often have reason to go down to the morgue."

He began to change the dressing, perhaps not being as gentle as he could be as a means to reminding the man that although his wound wasn't incapacitating, it wasn't just a minor flesh wound.

"So I would like an assurance that you will at least be spending a few days respite at home."



Jemima hummed to herself as she made her way along the walkway behind the bowling alley away from the cinema. It was an unlit area, but one that was frequently patrolled by militia so she wasn't too worried. It was a fairly mild night and she knew the route well enough to know where was safe and where needed to be avoided. Eventually she came out the otherside onto a main street, and she knew that the walk was plain sailing from there on in, and it was probably safe enough to put her earbuds in and listen to some music as she walked.

She smiled contently as she made her way. She knew that her dad was working that night, but by now she was pretty used to having the place to herself. He trusted her not to trash it or have wild parties or boys over...hah, like there were many boys who stuck around once they found out who's daughter she was! She looked up and down the street...it seemed so quiet. It was difficult to believe that New York was a city at war. Sure if the militia saw her they'd probably scold her for being out on her own, but the military operations had all but put paid to overground public transport, and she could take the subway but...well, everybody knew that underground was where the vampires and lycans had been driven. The military claimed the subways themselves were safe, but if the soldiers were on the surface then Jemima figured that was the safest place to be.

It was only by chance that she turned her head to look down an alley, and saw a young woman stooping over a man, with another man crouching nearby. Jemima's first thought was that the man was hurt, and that the girl was probably his friend or girlfriend or something. Jemima pulled her earbuds out and turned into the alley, walking briskly towards the three people.

"Hey!" she called out, "Are you guys OK? You need me to call help? Is your friend hurt? My dad's a doctor, so I know a little..."

She stopped in her tracks and gasped as she got a clearer look at what was going on. The girl wasn't cradling the hurt man at all...she had her jaws fastened to his neck. A vampire!! Her blood ran cold and her legs almost turned to jelly, and she struggled to command her body to turn and run.

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Jessenia watched as the Woman began to prepare to feed. The men began to scuttle around, pleading for her to leave them be. One began to run, but the woman was on him in an instant. As the woman began to feed from one of the men, Jessenia swore she felt her stomach growl, though she knew it was impossible.

"Well, are going to come down here? You can have this other one." The woman said, back turned towards Jessenia. Jessenia jumped at the offer, and hopped down from the roof of the small building. Feet reaching the hard ground in a matter of seconds, she whipped towards the man, and locked eyes with him. A smile was now on her face as she took long, slow steps towards the terrified man.

"N-No....Please..." He stuttered, eyes beginning to water. Jessenia stopped in her tracks, her smirk gone. "I'm...sorry?" She told the man, making the end sound like a question. She started forward again, and grabbed the man's chin, pulling him towards her. She hissed loudly, leaned, and bit down on the man's thin neck, pushing him against the wall.

The man's stuggling stopped almost immediately, and Jessenia began to feed. She drank freverously and finished quickly. She was now on her haunches, holding the limp man in her arms.

"Hey! Are you guys OK? You need me to call help? Is your friend hurt? My dad's a doctor, so I know a little..." A young girl called out from down the ally. Jessenia's head snapped up, blood running down her lips. She dropped the man the was holding, having drank her full, and stood upright, face contorting into a look of anger.

"Damnit!" She said under her breath, looking back at the Woman, whom appeared to be still drinking. The girl was still standing at the end of the ally, frozen in her place.

"A friends of yours?" She asked the woman, a growl developing in her throat. She was about to start torwards the girl, when she heard a rumbling in the distance. It seemed as though a van was coming their way. A sigh escaped her lips, as did a couple of profanities as she pinched her nose with her forfingers.

"Just my luck."

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Character Portrait: Viktoria Wilkes Character Portrait: Jessenia Clarck Character Portrait: Quentin Furness Character Portrait: Wesley Holdway Character Portrait: Landon Zane Character Portrait: Felope Cark Character Portrait: Jemima Furness Character Portrait: Calvin Hyde Character Portrait: Katrina Rae Fletcher
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"Hey! Are you guys OK? You need me to call help? Is your friend hurt? My dad's a doctor, so I know a little..."

Of course something had to spoil VIktoria's meal. She didn't move, finishing her victim off until every last drop was gone from his body, then she tossed him aside like a limp rag doll. He lay crumpled on the ground in an awkward position, the color drained from his skin. "Damnit! A friends of yours?" Viktoria glanced at the vampire girl, not amused. "Like I'd be friends with a human. Get real." She sighed, wondering why things always had to be so complicated. They couldn't just feed and go on their way. Something had to come along and screw things up. Now this human had seen them, and she needed to die before she could speak a word to anyone else. "Look, just finish your meal. Drain every drop. We don't need another senseless vampire roaming the streets. I'll deal with the girl."

In the blink of an eye, she stood before the human. She was actually quite pretty. It was too bad she needed to die. She grabbed the human and dragged her farther into the alley, back to the girl vampire. "You don't speak a word," she told the human girl. She was about to bite into her neck when the sound of a vehicle hit her ears. She had no idea what vehicles would be out at this time of night, besides military vehicles. That wouldn't be pretty. Was this girl part of some sort of trap to lure the vampires out into the open? She backed up even more, tightening her grip on the human. "This could be a trap. Be ready to run like a bat out of hell."

A van appeared in her line of vision, just outside the entrance to the alley. She had no idea why the military was driving such a crappy vehicle. Her eyes narrowed, studying the man behind the wheel. It only took a second, but the smell hit her nostrils, and it was strong. "Ugh, dog," she whispered quietly. So it wasn't the military, but lycans instead. They must have wanted something to do with the human. There was no way the lycans would have known their location. It was too much of a coincidence. She grabbed the collar of the girl's coat and lifted her off the ground. "If you come any closer, the girl dies," she said with a raised voice aimed towards the van.

A million plans went through her mind, none ending too well. Although if they had the girl, they definitely had the advantage. Perhaps both her and the other vampire could get away scratch free. "Stay alert," she whispered, quiet enough that only the vampire could hear. She lifted the human higher, still talking to the van. "What's so important about her, huh? Why do you want her?" If she could keep them talking instead of attacking, she just might be able to form the perfect plan. She hoped so, anyway.




Landon relaxed slightly, more relieved than he thought at hearing he didn't have the disease. If he had become one of those creatures, he didn't know what he would do.

"Mr Zane our work with you is done, and we do not need to keep you here at all. Once I apply a new dressing to your wound I will be able to discharge you. However...if you resume your 'work' in your current condition, I should think it far more likely that if I see you again it will be through the bulletproof panel of a quarantine cell waiting for your tranformation. I say 'if' I see you again, because I don't often have reason to go down to the morgue."

He snorted, showing the doctor exactly what he thought of the man's words. This may have been a close call, but he would learn and it would never happen again. And who was this doctor, anyway? Chastising him like a little child. He didn't need any advice about how he should live his life. He needed his wound taken care of, any medications he'd have to take, and to get the hell out. Besides, this doctor was human. Shouldn't he be rewarding Landon for his service? He was keeping the streets safer for all of human kind.

The doctor began changing his dressing, and Landon hissed from the pain. "Damnit, could you be just a little more gentle?!" he yelled, clenching his teeth afterward. Once the doctor was done, he let out a long, slow breath, glad the pain had lessened somewhat. Some great doctor he had.

"So I would like an assurance that you will at least be spending a few days respite at home."

He narrowed his eyes, but responded anyway. "Fine, I'll take a few days off. Happy?" he said, tired of this doctor. He didn't have to tell the truth anyway. He could do whatever he pleased after he was out of this damned hospital. "Now can we just get the discharge papers?" he asked. "Please?" he added a little forcefully. He just wanted to return to his group, find out what their next plan of attack was, and go from there. He shifted more to his left side, trying to take the pressure off his wound. He really needed to take some aspirin.




“W-What’s your name? I’m Rae…”

"Calvin," he replied bluntly, caring more about his actions than her words. "Damn," Calvin growled, maneuvering the knife beneath her skin, "the bullet is really deep." He wanted to try to get it out with his fingers, but the silver would burn him extremely. "Why didn't I grab a pair of gloves?!" he muttered to himself, sticking the knife in further. He was definitely doing more damage than the bullet originally had. But it was necessary. If it didn't get taken out, the silver would continue to make her weaker, and eventually kill her once it spread throughout her bloodstream. As he moved it down a little further, he felt the knife hit something hard.

Suddenly, he stopped. He heard movement down the tunnel again. "Was there someone else with you? Following you?" he asked her, anger flaring behind his eyes. Then the smell hit his nostrils. It smelled like death and decay, like a corpse. A vampire had found its way down to their home. Anger consumed him, instantly wanting to run down and rip the creature into small pieces. He had to finish the task at hand, though, but quick. He moved the knife around the bullet, moving it down and beneath the object. Slowly and carefully, he lifted it up, not wanting it to fall back in and lodge even deeper. After a few minutes, he had the bullet successfully out as it balanced on the knife. He stood and walked away from the girl, dropping it in a nearby trash bag.

The knife fell from his hand and he returned to the girl. He removed the cloth from her leg, instead tying it around the shoulder wound. He stood up, looking down at her weak form. Even though she was weak, he knew she probably smelled the vampire as well. "Don't move. I'll take care of the threat." He left her on the couch and sprinted down the tunnel once more, in the same direction he'd picked up Rae. He would have transformed, but he wanted to be able to adequately threaten the disgusting creature. In a few minutes, she came into sight. He stopped immediately, wanting to stay as far away from her as possible.

She was tiny and petite, though Calvin knew that didn't matter with regard to vampires. They could be just as strong as lycans, though he liked to believe he was stronger than any vampire could be. He was happy to find that she was all alone, and it wasn't some kind of mass attack on their home. If it had been, their pack would have most certainly lost with only three members present. Though he had no idea what one single vampire was doing approaching a pack of lycans. Although vampires were stupid.

He growled, the sound clearly threatening, even from his human lips. "You are not welcome here." He spoke loudly and clearly, hoping to intimidate her. He didn't wait for any more words to be spoken. Immediately, he transformed to his lycan form, his human skin ripping apart to show the wolf-form inside. He stood on two legs, towering over the tiny vampire. He growled again, this time louder, and it echoed down the tunnel. He slowly approached her, ready to pounce at any second.

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Character Portrait: Viktoria Wilkes Character Portrait: Jessenia Clarck Character Portrait: Quentin Furness Character Portrait: Wesley Holdway Character Portrait: Dr. Lauren Romano Character Portrait: Landon Zane Character Portrait: Jemima Furness
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Jemima slowed her movements when it appeared at first that the vampires were not showing any interest in her, but she turned out to be mistaken and with supernatural speed the older looking of the two was upon her and had her in a vice-like grip, pulling her further into the darkness and out of view of the streets. Jemima shrieked, but knew that the chances of anyone being nearby to hear her were remote. Even if a patrol went past, they would be all strapped up in an armour personel carrier scanning the streets with electronic equipment, not their ears.

Her head swam from the adrenaline and her hands shook uncontrollably. How confidently she had just strolled away from work and made her way home as if there was nothing to worry about. It seemed like she was about to pay the price for her presumption. Tears pricked at her eyes as she struggled to come to terms with the fact that she was probably facing the moment of her death...it didn't appear that these vampires were out to 'infect' people for turning. She didn't respond at all to the vampire's threat for her to stay silent. What did it matter? Could she really make it any worse for herself...?



Wes floored the pedal and saw the alleyway coming up on the left. He started to relax a little. This was the easy bit. Just park out of view and wait for whoever got out to apprehend the girl and bring her to...what the hell? His jaw dropped at the scene which was suddenyl illuminated by the van's headlights. Two freshly drained corpses, two vampires and the doctor's daughter being held by one of them. Immediately Wes started banging on the back panel of the drivers compartment.

"Vampires!!" he yelled, "Shitting sodding vampires!"

Immediately the back door opened and three male lycans ran around to the front of the van and stood in a pensive position, sizing up the threat. When the vampire threatened to kill the girl all of them stopped, clearly betraying the fact that the human was their target.

Wes opened the driver door and stood half hanging out of the van, staring at the older vampire, cursing his bad luck that although they weren't launching into combat, there was now a delicate negotiation to be coordinated.

"We're not here to fight." Wes called out to them, "And every second we're out here we're risking our necks, you and us. Obviously you've already fed, so let the girl go. She's involved in something that's gonna be bad news for both our species if it goes ahead, but we need her alive. Don't be stupid about this. We're not asking for your help, or offering ours, but this is about something bigger than you know."



"Fine, I'll take a few days off. Happy?"

Quentin smirked a little and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not unhappy. If that's the best you can give me. In that case follow me and we'll get your belongings back and have you on your way."

He led Landon back towards the front of the hospital and ushered him into a room where there were a couple of forms that needed to be signed. Whilst that was happening, a male nurse stepped and and leaned in towards Quentin, whispering something in his ear.

"Dr, a vehicle just pulled up outside. We think it's Dr Romano."

Quentins face fell. "Oh god no, this I could do without. Try to stall them if you can."

He felt a rising frustration in his chest. What did Lauren want at the hospital at this time of night? Did she not have everything she needed in that wonderful little government compound the city had so kindly funded for her? Was she not so busy trying to eradicate two whole species that she needed to come and interfere with the work of doctors who were actually trying to help people?

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Character Portrait: Wesley Holdway Character Portrait: Jemima Furness Character Portrait: Alexander Stille Character Portrait: Kara Reilly
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"Of course, just perfect," he was still grumbling to himself when they had gotten into the apartment half an hour later. Kara was peeling off her bandages and threw them into an already overflowing wastebasket.
"What now?" she sighed. Really, there was no end to this, ever. Normally she'd be able to put up with his babbling but at the moment it seemed far from charming.
"Seven and a half minutes, that's how long it took just to find someone to-"
"Here," she said, cutting him off again. Alex turned to her expectantly. "You and I are going to look for them, okay? You need someone to whine to who might have a better understanding of whatever you're trying to get at," it wasn't too polite but she suspected he wouldn't care anyways. All he'd hear was that they'd finally go out and look for lycans like themselves, maybe join a pack or something.
"Really?! Come on!" he ran for the car keys and grabbed Kara's hand, nearly yanking her arm out of its socket in the process of dragging her along. She shouted for him to slow down, in vain of course. Kara sighed and ran to keep up the pace with him. The only thing she pointed out against his plan was that on foot, they'd be able to smell the lycans coming.
And so, they embarked on their ally-seeking mission.

They'd been walking for about ten minutes when they found them. Alex spotted them first. It was a group. Three, no, four...maybe five? They were lycans, though. Alexander's face broke into a grin and he walked a little faster. Then he frowned and paused momentarily.
"Vampires," he stated coolly, his eyes narrowed to a slit. Kara jogged up behind him.
"What're you st-" she had picked up the scent as well. "Let's check it out." She went on ahead and paused when she saw the van in the alley, slowly peeking her head around the corner of the alleyway and peering in. In the van's headlights three figures were standing out against the light. She recognized two as vampires, and the other, based on her position, must have been human. She looked closer and saw two corpses on the ground.
Kara held out a hand, signalling Alexander to stay back. He'd snap if he saw this. As much as he hated humans, he hated the vampires who killed them even more.
One of the lycans, still halfway inside the van, was trying to ease the vampires into letting the girl go, from what she could gather.

Alexander walked up behind her, mouth open to ask what was going on. Kara threw her hand over it before he could speak and cause any further trouble. The situation already looked delicate enough. Finding a pack would obviously have to wait until whatever was going on was sorted out. Wait she conveyed the message with a stern look on her face, one not often shown by her. She turned back to the problem at hand.

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"Look, just finish your meal. Drain every drop. We don't need another senseless vampire roaming the streets. I'll deal with the girl."

Jessenia nodded quickly, and kneeled, lifting the man's smooth neck to her mouth once more. The man was almost drained, but not quite. With a few more nips, she finished the man off. His face was now a pale, off-white colour, his eyes unseeing. Jessenia stood, quickly, whiping her mouth with her sleeve. The woman was still looking at the human, an amused look apon her face. Suddenly, the Woman grabbed the girl's arm, and pulled her back into the ally, stopping beside Jessenia.

"You don't speak a word," She said to the girl, leaning in towards the girl's neck. Jessenia and the Woman froze, both hearing a loud, mechanical sound. An old van pulled up towards the end of the narrow ally. Jessenia grinned slightly as she heard one of the men yell "Vampires!! Shitting sodding vampires!" Almost immediatly after this, though, the back door slammed open, revealing a trio of large men. Jessenia took a sniff of the air, causing a scowl to cross her face. 'Damn vermin." She though, taking a step forward, narrowing her eyes slightly in an attempt to look menicing.

"If you come any closer, the girl dies," The woman next to her said. Jessenia tore her eyes away from the van. She was met with the sight of the Woman holding a frightened girl in the air by the collar of her coat. Jessenia held back a snicker, turning back towards the van.

'Watch your back." The other Vampire said, quiet enough to where only Jessenia could hear.

"We're not here to fight." One of the Lycans called out. "And every second we're out here we're risking our necks, you and us. Obviously you've already fed, so let the girl go. She's involved in something that's gonna be bad news for both our species if it goes ahead, but we need her alive. Don't be stupid about this. We're not asking for your help, or offering ours, but this is about something bigger than you know." Jessenia raised a slim eyebrow, crossing her arms in a way that seemed as though she was annoyed, though she was more curious than annoyed.

"Do you have any idea of what they're talking about?" Jessenia said, speaking in a voice so low that only the other Vampire could hear her.

"Bad news?" Jessenia asked, mouth turning into a small frown. "Well, Lycan. Please, enlighten us on the 'bad news' you are speaking of, if we are unaware of it."

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Thankfully, the human girl stayed quiet as she heard the rather hairy driver shout "Vampires!! Shitting sodding vampires!" She had to smirk a little at that. At least he sounded frightened of them. Not to mention when the three men hesitated as she threatened to kill the human. They had just betrayed their intentions, and her hunch had been correct. "We're not here to fight. And every second we're out here we're risking our necks, you and us. Obviously you've already fed, so let the girl go. She's involved in something that's gonna be bad news for both our species if it goes ahead, but we need her alive. Don't be stupid about this. We're not asking for your help, or offering ours, but this is about something bigger than you know." So this human was supposedly important, which she found hard to believe. All humans were annoying, and only served as food. How one could be important for their species' causes was beyond her. The human would be imperative in both her and the second vampire getting out alive.

They were outnumbered four to two, and those were the only lycans visible. More could be lurking about close, ready to appear at a moment's notice. She didn't sense any particularly close, thankfully. "Do you have any idea of what they're talking about?" her companion asked, so quiet only her ears picked it up. Without glancing sideways, she replied equally quietly. "No. If I did, I'd know how to get us out of this situation..." She listened to her companion ask a question, and she was grateful. Keeping them talking and not attacking was imperative. As everything came into perspective, their situation didn't seem as dire anymore. At least until two more lycans appeared on the scene.

A girl came around the corner first, looking confused about what was going on. A boy followed shortly after. "Shit," she whispered, eyes darting back and forth between their six enemies. Her chances of escaping unscathed had just plummeted. They still had the advantage with the human in their possession, though the odds were slowly starting to build against them. The human was the key to her and the second vampire getting away safely.

A plan began to form in her mind, though things had to happen the way she wanted them, or it wouldn't work. If the lycans decided to attack, everything was ruined. There was no way they could hope to defeat six. Everything relied on the importance of the human, and them wanting her alive and unharmed. If she wasn't as important as they said, and they were lying, she couldn't think of a way out.

"I have a plan," she whispered to her companion. "Follow my lead, and stay close."

However, first she wanted to hear the lycan's answer to their question. If they got away, this would be quite an interesting story to deliver to Silas. The more information she collected, the better. It might even make up for her running away. That and she was bringing back another perspective coven member, who seemed to be useful and intelligent. She was growing fond of her already. She turned her thoughts back to the lycans. "Answer my friend's question," she yelled at them, tightening her hold on the human slightly. "Why is she so important?"




"I'm not unhappy. If that's the best you can give me. In that case follow me and we'll get your belongings back and have you on your way."

It took Landon a few minutes to successfully get out of bed without hurting himself, but he managed it. He followed the doctor through the hospital towards the lobby, slightly hunched over to not stretch the wound more than it could handle. He ushered him into a room, handing him a few discharge forms that had to be completed. As he was writing, he noticed another figure step into the room to whisper something into the doctor's ear. The annoyance on the doctor's face was plain to see, and Landon smirked at that.

He focused on the papers once more, filling out the required information, reading about the medications they were sending him home with. Something to prevent infections, and something for pain. He relaxed slightly, happy to read that. The discomfort was bothering him more than he'd like to admit. He looked over the directions for taking care of the wound, and all the other useless information they provided him with.

Once he was sure everything had been filled out, he slowly stood, realizing the doctor had stepped just outside of the room. He walked to the doorway, papers in hand, and stopped to see a woman standing in front of the doctor. She looked familiar, he was sure he'd seen her face somewhere before, but he couldn't place it. There seemed to be some serious tension going on between the two of them. Maybe she was an ex-girlfriend who had dumped him and broke the doctor's heart. The thought brought a smile to Landon's face.

Stepping right between their little face off, Landon handed the doctor the pile of papers in his hand. "Everything's done. Anything else I need to know, or can I get the hell out of here?"




''I-I am sorry for disturbing you.'' She shrank down, whether from fear or the readiness to pounce, he couldn't say. He growled again, louder this time.

''I h-heard a howl and I-I thought that someone needed help, I-I won't hurt you... I promise.'' He snorted at her words. Like she could even hope to hurt him. Though confusion filled his brain. A vampire knowingly entering his pack's ground, pledging peace? It was never heard of, not even in the almost three hundred years he'd been alive.

"M-my name is Felope.." He snarled, not really caring what the vampire's name was. Although the fact that she hadn't attacked was a good sign. He refused to trust her words, however. he learned that lesson long ago. He was only a few feet from her, the stench becoming unbearable. The smell was heightened in his lycan form, and he was practically gagging, which sounded more like coughs coming from the wolf. After staring at her for minutes, he backed off a few steps, sensing no threat from her. That was before the second vampire came into view.

He jumped back, and let loose a roar down the tunnel towards his home, alerting his pack members to stand ready. He had almost bought the filthy vampire's sob story. Thankfully he hadn't let his guard down too much. Then the second vampire mentioned Silas' name, and he stopped in his tracks. Of course he knew that vampire's name. The old vampire, though not nearly as hold as himself, led a small coven on the edge of town. They'd never really had any problems with each other, not that he know of anyway, each keeping their distance from the other. The fact that he was sending a lone vampire to his lair was a sign of peace.

Growling, he slammed his fist into the wall of the tunnel, cracking it and causing dust to fall. He didn't want to trust this vampire, but he very well couldn't just kill the messenger. It could cause an all out war between his pack and Silas' coven, which would be stupid with the humans hunting their species. As much as he didn't like it, he had to hear this messenger out. He retreated, giving them a stare, holding a lycan hand out showing them not to follow. He ran back to their common room, finding Rae up next to the fire. He gave her a low growl, angry to see her off the couch. He entered his room, shifting back into human form, and putting on some clothes, aggravated he ripped his previous clothes in the rush.

Once dressed, he sprinted back to the vampires, thankfully finding them in the same place. "You will walk slowly in front of me so I can watch you. You try to use your powers or run away from me, I attack." They slowly made their way down the tunnel, the light of the fire growing larger with every step. When they reached the furniture, he sprinted ahead of them and held his hands up. He pointed to the two chairs farthest away from the rest. "You will sit there. No funny business." He remained standing, between the vampires and the injured Rae, not wanting her to get more injured than she already was. The other two lycans emerged from their rooms, in human form, to watch the two 'guests' carefully.

"Tell me what Silas wants... and be quick about it."

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Wes took a long time to answer the vampire. He hadn't been prepared for this, and had no idea what he needed to say. Yes he knew the truthful answer; the girl's father was trying to create some sort of a serum that would eradicate the conditions which created someone a lycan or vampire. But if he was to just come out and say that, then the vampires might well take the girl for themselves and use her as ransom just like Calvin had planned to!

He was chewing his lip trying to figure out how to respond, when he became vaguely aware of more Lycans at the end of the alley. Were they the ones who'd got out of the van earlier? No, that made no sense, they'd be approaching from the opposite end of the alley. Which would have been ideal because then the vampires would have been surrounded. Either way, it meant that the vampires were now heavily outnumbered. Except that they still held one very important bargaining chip.

"The streets are crawling with military, and between you and us we make a pretty juicy target for them right about now. You think I have time to explain?? Her dad's involved in something that we don't want to succeed." Wes bluffed, before trying to adopt a more bold tone of voice and continuing, "Look at the situation. We could attack and kill you, but you know we can't afford any losses so how about you let us take the girl, and you do what you do best and disappear into the darkness?"



Quentin stood by as his patient filled in the necessary forms, but a commotion from out in reception alerted him to the fact that his attempted diversion had not held Dr Romano up for very long. He mumbled and excuse and stepped outside, and immediately spied his erstwhile colleague making her way into the complex. She could not have come alone, and she certainly seemed to be asserted her newly acquired authority.

"I hadn't thought to find you here."

Quentined cocked his head and looked at her coldly. "A doctor in a hospital treating patients?" he said dryly, "I can understand why that might seem such an anomoly to you."

"Gosh, it's been...what? Eight years, now? Do you mind if I take a look at some of the patients here? I promise I won't get in anyone's way."

"I highly doubt that." Quentin retorted, "Anyone who breathes in this building without performing an essential medical procedure is 'in the way'. So yes I mind greatly, but I suspect your concern for my opinion is little more than a hollow pleasantry."

He could feel his indignation rising, and knew full well that it was born largely out of the fact that Lauren had shown such promise in her early days, and could potentially have been a powerful ally for him in the current political climate. He could only assume that she was willing to be the government's pawn because she wished to be on the 'winning' side. Quentin had no illusions as to the fact that there were few supporters of his own outlook.

Mr Zane emerged from the waiting room and handed him the forms. Quentin hurried to take them and put them against his chest, but the way the militia-man handed the papers across meant that there was no way Lauren wouldn't have seen something on the forms to give away the fact that this man had been the victim of a Lycan attack. It was a small mercy than Zane did not seem to be infected, otherwise Lauren would most likely have made 'use' of him. Even so, there were any number of subjects in the quarantine block that would be of great interest to the government scientist if she gained access to them.

"Thank you Mr Zane," Quentin said hurriedly and inconspicuously, "that will be all."

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Jessenia stood,clamly, waiting for the Lycan to speak. She could still hear the Human squriming in the other Vampire's arms, her squeeks breaking through the thick silence between the two groups. Jessenia did her best to stand her ground. Her and Viktoria were heavily outnumbered, and if they tried to fight, they wouldn't stand a chance. They did have the girl though, and that was a major perk. She attempted to keep a straight face, refusing to allow the Lycan's presence intimidate her.

"The streets are crawling with military, and between you and us we make a pretty juicy target for them right about now. You think I have time to explain?? Her dad's involved in something that we don't want to succeed." The Lycan's tone of voice changed dramaticly. He was obviously trying to intimidate her and Viktoria.

[b]"Look at the situation. We could attack and kill you, but you know we can't afford any losses. So how about you let us take the girl, and you do what you do best and disappear into the darkness?"
Jessenia smirked slightly.

"Kill us? But...we have what you need. I suggest you keep your distance, lest you see the girl drained." She paused, pondering her next move.

"We will let her go...eventually. I just wish to know what you are talking about. We have plenty of time. Trust me, if the streets were crawling with military, I'm guessing we would have been caught by now. Now, would you please tell up what you are talking about? I would hate..." She paused, reaching over and poking the girl's cheek with a sharp fingernail. '...to see her be hurt."

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"Alex, come on let's go, this is serious," Kara hissed to her companion. "I don't think we should get mixed up with these guys."
"No, wait," Alex held out a hand in front of her, eyes glued to the scene at hand. He licked his lips hungrily, itching for a fight. "I want to see how this ends..."
"No, not right now, come on!" she whispered hurriedly. Alexander shook his head, his shaggy hair shaking from side to side as he did so. Kara bit her lower lip and looked at the scene. From the looks of it, they were serious opponents, and while Alex was greatly gifted in fighting for his age, it wouldn't be a wise choice to fight them. That was just her intuition, of course.
Alex too knew that they weren't going to be easy opponents to defeat. He was hoping and somewhat exaggerating in thinking that an all-out brawl would arise. The male lycan's point of police crawling through the city only emphasized that. He stepped around Kara who attempted to drag him back and looked straight ahead at the scene. Kara was getting more frantic, though she hid it well given her usual dramatics. She was pulling on his arm and glancing from him back to the group.

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"The streets are crawling with military, and between you and us we make a pretty juicy target for them right about now. You think I have time to explain?? Her dad's involved in something that we don't want to succeed. Look at the situation. We could attack and kill you, but you know we can't afford any losses so how about you let us take the girl, and you do what you do best and disappear into the darkness?"

So the dog wasn't going to be honest. Sadly, he did have a point. While the streets weren't exactly crawling with military, they would show up eventually, with this many of them out in the open. Someone living nearby could have already called in about a disturbance. The longer they stayed out, the more stupid they seemed to their opponents.

"Kill us? But...we have what you need. I suggest you keep your distance, lest you see the girl drained. We will let her go...eventually. I just wish to know what you are talking about. We have plenty of time. Trust me, if the streets were crawling with military, I'm guessing we would have been caught by now. Now, would you please tell up what you are talking about? I would hate... to see her be hurt."

Viktoria had to smirk at that. This other girl had spunk, and especially a sadistic sort of humor, which she appreciated greatly. Things needed to get moving slightly faster, however. And Viktoria was going to do just that. "Come on," she whispered to the vampire, "follow me." Still keeping a tight hold on the human, she quickly jumped onto the fire escape of the building to her right, and made her way to the roof. "Don't move a muscle!" she yelled to the lycans as she watched them stir.

She extended her arm, dangling the frail human over the side of the building. "I swear if you move, I'll toss her far enough where you can't reach her in time." Her patience was running thin, and she didn't particularly know that the lycans wouldn't attack, if provoked enough. While she would love to kick some dog ass, she didn't feel like going into a battle she knew she'd lose. "You've got one more chance, dog!" she yelled, narrowing her eyes. "Tell us who she is."

Viktoria watched the human, the girl's eyes wide with fear. Though she had more of a backbone than the vampire could have ever imagined. She wasn't pleading for her life, sobbing uncontrollably, or any of the other pathetic things she'd seen humans do when they found out her true nature. She took her eyes off the human to the pack of dogs that were staring right back at her. To prove her point, she let go of the human, letting her drop a few inches, before she grabbed the girl with her other hand. "Next time, I won't catch her," she threatened, giving the human a little shake.

The lycans remained silent, giving them no answers. "Damnit," she whispered. She had wanted to give Silas some valuable information, but a little information was better than none at all. They could follow up on it, Viktoria was sure she'd be able to research and find out exactly who this girl was. Her eyes looked to her right, finding her new vampire friend. "It's obvious they're not going to talk. I think we should just split. Follow me if you want to be in a clan. Otherwise, get out of here as fast as you can, and go home." She paused, looking down to the alley to make sure the lycans hadn't moved. "Ready?" she asked, preparing to sprint away. In the flash of an eye she sprinted to the other edge of the roof, then released her hold on the human. She watched the girl fall for a split second before turning around and taking off across the roof, leaping from one building to the next.

She wondered if the lycans had managed to catch the human in time. She pondered a few questions as she ran, heading towards her coven. Every few minutes, she looked behind her to make sure she wasn't followed, and looked down in the streets to make sure no one saw them. It took awhile, but she eventually made it home. She walked back through the front door, holding it open for the girl that had followed her home.




Landon watched the doctor quickly hide the papers from the woman's view. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what that was about. Why did it matter what his papers said, it wouldn't mean anything to this woman. "Thank you Mr Zane, that will be all." He shrugged, pushing his puzzlement away. He honestly didn't care what was going on between these two... all he really wanted was to go home and lie in his own bed. "Here's to hoping that I never see you again, doc," he said with a smile on his face.

He hunched over once more, leaving the pair of them to head for the parking lot. After only a few paces, a thought struck him. "How the hell am I going to get home?" he whispered to himself, stopping in his tracks. He couldn't even remember how he'd gotten here, but the doctor had said his friends had brought him in. Unfortunately, his friends seemed to be missing. Which left him without any means of transportation, except for walking. And in his current state, that would take forever. Or he'd probably rip open his stitches or something.

"Mr. Zane, is it? Might I speak to you outside? I may have a proposition for you, if you're the kind of man I think you are." The female voice behind him caught him off guard, but he turned around to see who had addressed him. He frowned a little, wondering what exactly this woman could want with him. He pondered the thought a moment, before shrugging. He really had nothing to lose. "Sure, I guess," was all he replied before turning once more and heading for the automated doors at the end of the lobby. It took him a few minutes, but he made it.

Once outside, Landon went to the right of the door, and leaned against the wall to take some pressure off his side. The woman had followed, and he studied her a little closer. She was actually quite pretty, and now that he studied her, he was absolutely certain his earlier hunch of seeing her before was correct. But he still couldn't place where she was from. His memory seemed to be failing him... he hoped it wasn't permanent. "Alright, we're outside. What exactly do you want?" he asked, folding his arms and glaring at her.




The vampire with the red hair made Calvin extremely angry. Her complete lack of any manners in his home wasn't acceptable to him. She comes to his pack alone, and has the stupidity to mouth off to him. He knew vampires weren't intelligent by any means, but this one had to be downright dull. He kept his anger inside, keeping his appearance cool and collected. He wanted the girl to believe her insults meant absolutely nothing to him. And though her words angered him, ultimately what she thought of him didn't matter.

"Look buddy. Silas just sent me here to ask you if you would cooperate with us, our coven. He wanted to know where you stood in this dispute between the three races."

So Silas wanted peace, it seemed. At first, the notion seemed absolutely crazy to him. Vampires and lycans were not capable of working together. They would tear each other to pieces before anything good was accomplished. But the more the thought lingered in his mind, the less crazy it seemed. If they both teamed up against the humans, they could actually win. There would of course have to be rules established, but he just might have to go for it. Temporarily, of course.

"So, are you in or out?" Calvin considered it more. While on the surface it made sense, deep down it was much more complicated than that. He was sure his pack wouldn't like having to work with the bloodsuckers, but it just might be necessary. No doubt Silas knew how hard his pack had been hit, which made this proposition even more appealing. A guarantee that some vampires wouldn't kill any more of his pack was extremely tempting.

"Shut your muzzles puppies." Her words brought Calvin out of his thoughts. He looked to his pack mates, their anger clearly visible. He'd had enough of this girl, and wanted her out. The other one had stayed silent, he was grateful for that. But he wanted her out as well. "Tell Silas I will agree to meet him on neutral ground outside the city tomorrow night. Midnight." He gave the girl directions to his desired destination. "Now get out of here. Both of you." He waved them away, tired of smelling them. After they left, their smell would probably linger longer than he'd like. Right now the tunnel smelled like a graveyard.

He finally glanced back at Rae, who had seated herself on the couch once more. He walked over to her, and settled himself next to her. "How are you feeling?" he asked, noticing the wound still looked pretty gruesome. "I should probably set you up with a room. Follow me," he said, standing.

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Alex had started walking out into the alley when he saw the girl dangling by her hand. He involuntarily lurched forward when the vampire dropped her, only to catch the human again. He emitted a low growl as he listened to her threats, and could see a smirk on her face, a gleam in her eyes. She was enjoying this slightly. It appeared that another part of her honestly craved the answer to her questions.

Then she dropped the human.

Alexander sprinted forward, nearly running into one of the three lycans that had been standing in front of the van. His mind raced as he realized he was too far away to get her, and he sprang forward, just barely getting her. He landed hard on the ground and winced slightly at the impact, letting a curse to hiss through his lips. He turned his attention back to the human girl in his arms.
"You okay?" he asked, letting out a sigh of relief. The vampire, the one that had been dangling her above, she turned out to be more dangerous than he suspected. She was smart though, she knew just how to bait them into giving the answer and when to call it quits. Mentally, the lycan smirked at the thought of her not getting the information she obviously was curious about.
Kara stepped out from behind the wall and jogged over to them. A worried look was easily visible all over her face. "Are you okay? Alex, you okay?" she asked both of them, nervously tucked a chunk of hair behind one ear. Of course, Alex thought, She's never been good in hostage situations. Even if that one was only about forty seconds.

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"I wish that were so." Quentine replied with a certain degree of remorse. Had he not once harboured such a high opinion of Lauren, he might have found her easy to ignore, but the reality was her choices caused him a certain amount of pain. Not in themselves - they were the choices made my hundreds of other scientists - but because he wished that she in particular had not taken them.

His concerns about the papers had been well founded. Lauren had her finger right on the pulse, and immediately started to show an interest in Zane. He watched the two of them walk out and narrowed his lips. Perhaps this worked in his favour? At least she was leaving the hospital building for now. And if she wanted to take Zane for a little 'collaboration' or experiment, then what skin was that off Quentin's nose?

He approached reception once again, but then noticed the time. He'd been working longer than he realised, and should have clocked off over half an hour ago. Not that the waiting area was getting any quieter. It was looking like it would be another long night.



Jemima was frozen with terror, her breaths coming out as frightened squeaks, not helped by the fact that the vampire's grip was harder than any human would have found it easy to sustain. She felt like she might as well have been in the jaws of a carnivore...indeed perhaps that wasn't so far from the truth if the vampires had their way. Or the lycans for that matter. Was this simply a case of letting others determine what kind of fangs would end her life??

But it was becoming apparent that there was some sort of stalemate between the two gangs. And they were talking about her. No, wait, her dad? What was he involved in that they would want to take her for? He was trying to preach tolerance and non-violent methods towards the two species! Unless there was something she didn't know about...?

As the other vampire prodded her cheek she closed her eyes tight and fought back tears. No wasn't the right time to lose it. Whatever tension there was between the vampires and the lycans, it was the closest thing she had to a remote possibility of living beyond tonight.

And then she felt herself being hoisted up, and in a violent motion she was suddenly suspended a couple of storeys up, held precariously yet powerfully by the vampire. The lycans below all scampered forward slightly, looking up at them through gritted teeth. The lead one who had been speaking jumped from the van and took his place at the front of the group. Also from the other end of the alley, one more humanoid being appeared (he had been following her??) and from his behaviour she assumed he was a lycan too.

She practically held her breath as the vampire made her demands, until she lurched downwards a few inches at which she let out a reactionary shriek. Her legs dangled pathetically beneath her, and her clutch bag slipped off her arm and fell down onto the hard alley surface below.



Wes could feel his heart thrumming in his ears as he watched the human being dangled like a rag doll. He cared nothing for the girl's dignity of course, but if he had to go back to Calvin and report that their target had fallen to her death in an alley it would be even worse than if he had to report that she's been taken by vampires! Yet all the while he didn't know what else to say. He couldn't give away any more than he already had; he had to make it seem like any percieved advantage to the girl being taken alive was if she was taken alive by them.

He weighed up his option, realising suddenly that he couldn't even remember the name of the doctor that was supposed to be this girl's father. He took too long, and the vampire lost patience evidently and let go of the girl. Wes jolted, the girls' screams grating through his system, trying to anticipated where she would fall, but his foot landed straight on a wet surface and his legs swept away from underneath him, sending him tumbling down onto his backside. He rolled into an upright position, and watched the human fall as if in slow motion. Now we're screwed..., he thought to himself as she almost hit the pavement. But then from nowhere another figure lept into his field of view, and landed underneath the human, cushioning her fall.



Jemima felt the biggest impact of her life as she landed, pain shuddering through her body. It took her a moment to register, however, that she hadn't hit tarmac. She had been caught, and she was being restrained in somebody's arms. She squirmed a little and look up, seeing a nonthreatening human face...or at least so it seemed. She didn't recognise him as one of the lycans who had got out the van...was he militia? Or a lone hunter? If so, why were the lycans not moving in?

Her body still practically convulsing from shock, she nodded quickly at her rescuer and looked about her frantically. The phrase 'out of the pan and into the fire' had surely never rung so true...



Wes scrabbled to his feet and gaped at the lycan in front of him holding the human girl. He looked around at the others, but all of them shook their heads; nobody knew who this lycan was. And then another - a particularly attractive female - entered the alley, addressing the male as 'Alex'. Wes cleared his throat and approached sheepishly.

"Hey," he said, "uh...nice catch. What are you doing here?"

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The human girl nodded, looking visibly shaken from the long drop. "Good," he grunted in response. He gently moved the girl off him so she was leaning against the dark red brick wall. He was about to begin trying to calm down Kara when the male who had done the talking walked up to them.
"Hey, uh...nice catch. What are you doing here?" Right. He really had no idea why they'd stopped here. Alexander opened his mouth to offer whatever lame explanation he could make up when Kara spoke up.
"Um, sorry, we were just passing by. See, we saw the van and while we were going to pass it we saw you guys and...Well we saw the scene with the vampires and her," she held her hand out towards the human, "and we kind of just stepped in. Sorry, we can go now-"
"Wait!" Alex held out his hand, "We weren't just passing by. I'm Alex, this is Kara, we need a pack." Kara glared at him for his forwardness. Alex ignored her, "Please, help us out here."

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Wes stepped forward, along with a few of his companions, to surround the human girl as she was released onto the ground. She was badly shaken and in no real state to run for it, but he certainly wasn't going to take any more chances. As the others kept an eye on her, he turned his attention back onto the two newcomers and listened suspiciously to their explanation of themselves.

He opened his mouth to speak, but yet again found himself trying to offer an answer he didn't know. He looked around at the others, but once again they were all useless, just shuffling their feet and shrugging their shoulders. What on earth could be the problem? Could any lycan pack in New York afford to turn down new members?

"Ok," he said eventually, "well you're not going to fare well on your own. We'll take you to meet Calvin - our alpha. I can't see that he'd have a problem but fuck knows I've done enough executive thinking for one night."

Wes's eyes flicked back to Kara again. She sure was a pretty thing; around about the same age as himself in appearance but in reality, it was impossible to tell. He offered her as warm a smile as he could manage under the stress he was experiencing, but couldn't distract himself entirely with the fact that there was another female present with whom he already had an engagement of a less amorous kind.

"Quickly," he gruffed to his packmates, "get her in the van and keep her quiet. No need to rough her up, she's already been dropped off a building."

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Kara looked nervously as the lycan who appeared to be in charge looked around at the others. Not that she was one to judge, but they looked pretty damn useless. After a while he decided, "Ok, well you're not going to fare well on your own. We'll take you to meet Calvin-our alpha." Both Alex and her were somewhat surprised by his statement; they'd both believed him to be the alpha.

"I can't see that he'd have a problem but fuck knows I've done enough executive thinking for one night." Alex gave his signature toothy grin that looked somewhat unnerving to those who didn't know him well.

Kara was elated. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the male turn his eyes towards her. She saw him give her a warm smile, and she smiled back. Kara almost blushed and moved her hair out of her face. She looked at the ground and wiggled her toes. She still felt young at heart, and had stopped counting her age years ago. She knew she had passed the senior citizenship line, but other than that, she'd rather not know her real age. Forever young, but still grown, that was one of the things she loved about being a lycan.

"Quickly, get her in the van and keep her quiet. No need to rough her up, she's already been dropped off a building." Kara frowned. Why would they need to in the first place. She looked at the girl and held out her hand, putting her other hand on her knee and bending down to look her in the eyes. She smiled and shook her hand slightly, silently offering help up. She should be able to stand with assistance at least.

Alex pushed himself to his feet and lazily dusted off his pants for about two seconds before giving up. He looked over at Kara and saw her offering the girl help. Alex frowned. Whatever the girl had done, it had stirred trouble for this guy's pack, and she was a human afterall. He clenched his jaw quickly then released it and headed to the van.

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Jemima listened to everything with dread. She was being kept alive. That was something. But that didn't mean anything about this was good. For one thing, she was starting to wonder exactly what her dad could have that these...things would want in ransom for her. And if he didn't have anything...what then?

She looked quizzically at the young looking female who held a hand out towards her. The gesture confused her. Had she been wrong to assume these two newcomers were also lycans? But the plain psychology the gesture triggered was irresistable, and Jemima took the woman's hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. As she did, she stepped towards her and muttered, "Are you hear to help?" She said it quietly enough so that the other lycans hopefully wouldn't hear.



Wes watched Kara help their captive up, deciding it could do no harm but noting that he still didn't know these two knew lycans from adam. If they'd heard anything of the conversation (and it was likely) then there was the risk they'd take the human for themselves, but they were outnumbered and it would be a risky move. He hoped they wouldn't try anything to screw them over. It was a long time he'd seen a female acting in such a benign manner, and it caused an uncharacteristic outbreak of the warmth inside him.

He flexed his arms to shrug the feeling away; now was no time to be getting the warm fuzzies. Perhaps he'd get a chance to know Kara a little better when he wasn't in charge of setting up a hostage situation. His comrades looked at him again, no doubt wondering if they should take charge or let the new girl continue looking out for the human (heck, if she could be persuaded to get into the van willingly that'd make things a whole bunch easier). And then his cell phone rang again. He span around to face away from the scene and took a few steps further down into the alley, hastily getting the phone out and answering.

"Hi, hi boss." he said, "OK it didn't quite follow the script but we've got the girl, so all's well that end's well right? Oh and..."

He put his other hand up to his face and spoke in a lower voice. "...there were vampires in the area, we actually had to rescue the girl from them. And we've got two more lycans with us, say they're looking for a pack to join. Seems like they're genuinely on their own, I think they're telling the truth. What do you think?"



Jemima looked back at the lead male shuffled off to answer his phone. The alley went silent for a moment as everyone seemed to take an interest in the phone call, but then something else caught her ears. She could hear a muffled buzzing coming from her clutch bag which had fallen to the ground when she was being held by the vampire. Her phone was ringing! Obviously the loudspeaker had been broken in the fall because no ringtone was playing. But if she could answer it, hopefully the mouthpiece would still be working and she'd be able to scream for help.

No, no way would she get to her bag, get out her phone and answer the call before several of these creatures were on top of her. At least one person was acting non-threatening towards her, and even if it was just an act, it was the best she had right now...

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"Are you here to help?" she heard the human girl ask in a hushed whisper. She heard the human without any difficulties. Kara smiled and brushed off the girl's back, replying in an equally quiet whisper.
"As much as I can," she drew back smoothly and held out her hand, this time to shake hers, "I'm Kara."

Alex walked up to Kara and put a hand on her shoulder, somewhat startling her. "Kara," he said lowly. He nodded his head in the direction of the van, silently conveying to hurry up. She made a quiet 'oh' sound with a sheepish smile and took the human girl by the hand, leading her gently and slowly to the van. He watched her go and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a long sigh through his teeth. He'd wanted a pack for years, and he finally got one, thankfully. If they'd kept going on their own, they'd end up dead in some vampire's basement, if even something that good. But something about this girl seemed like trouble...Too late now. He turned to see Kara get in the van, then move over so the girl could sit beside her. Alex sighed and went after them.

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Jemima looked at Kara for a long moment and then nodded silently. The conclusion was the same as before. If there was any glimmer of hope in this situation, this new lady was probably it. Either that or the situation really was as bad as it seemed to be.

She glanced back at her bag as the phone inside it stopped vibrating. She'd missed the call. Perhaps if that happened enough times it would raise alarm bells...but after how long? She followed the lady and slid into the van beside her, looking around taking in any detail that might help her out later. Which right now wasn't a great deal.



Wes nodded earnestly. "You got it. Back in fifteen."

He put his phone away and blew out a long breath of relief. Hotfoot it back to the den? That suited him just fine. He turned around and quickly darted his eyes about the alley noticing a few people including the girl were out of sight, but quickly realised they had got into the van. Apparently without much coercion. Some other lycans were still standing about, looking to him as if they needed permission to think for themselves. Wes shooed them angrily back towards the van. He didn't know what was up with the two newbies, but they'd garnered the doctor's daughter's trust and in a way that undermined Wes' own position. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was the end result.

He hurried back around to the drivers seat and made sure everyone was in the van. "OK..." he muttered to himself, "...not the best night out I've ever had but at least I wasn't paying."

As he fired up the engine and reversed out into the road he glanced around cautiously, but there was no sign of anybody else. The streets were eerily quiet tonight. Were the humans focussing there attentions to another part of town? Who cared. Again, nothing mattered but results.

He began the journey back to the hideout, and listened to a few of the people in the back mumbling to each other indistinctly. He turned to Kara and Alex and sighed irritably.

"So you guys got any trouble following you?" he said, "Just been laying low for too long? Because I tell you now it's not like we can afford to turn down friendlies, but at the same time we can't support any dead wood, so I hope you guys are bringing something to the table, y'know what I'm sayin'?"



Quentin waited a long time before hanging up. I wasn't like Jemima not to answer her phone, but it was fairly late, and she may have gone to bed. Still, something didn't sit right with him. There was something different about tonight. He decided he'd try to clear the decks for a couple of hours longer and then call time on the night. There were enough staff to cope without him, and he'd already worked well past his allocated hours. But something in his bones told him that he needed to look after his own family tonight.

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Alex understood it just fine. "Nah, I got it, we're the same thing you said with just laying low. Figured that lately, staying in numbers couldn't hurt," he shrugged as if to say, 'whatchya gonna do' to the whole situation. Kara nodded.
"No enemies we've made recently, and we've taken care of any that A-I mean, we've, made in the past. Nobody from our background should give you guys any trouble as far as we know," she assured with a small, tight smile. Kara looked down at her feet. That, and it's pretty hard to support ourselves. In a group, we'd be able to make it, but with just us... she figured that since her and Alex would be 90% self reliant in this pack, it wasn't something that Wes needed to worry about too much. Kara remembered an old song she'd heard years ago and began listening to the melody in her head. Alex amused himself by tapping his finger against his knee and looking out the window.

He couldn't understand why the human was so important. Alex knew well that if it was bad enough to get Wes and his guys mixed up with vampires, then it had to be some serious stuff. Facing off against those chicks just for this one human? There had to be something important about that girl to make it worth their time. Well, sure, they could be just good Samaritans but they were in New York for crying out loud. There were higher chances of Alex dating a vampire. He frowned faintly, trying to figure out what it could be that was so important about the girl. He looked over at her. She wasn't bad-looking for a human girl, but fear was radiating off her. Of course, almost all the humans disliked the lycans and vampires.

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Wes nodded slow. "Alright then." he said, "I guess we understand each other."

He kept the pace up until they arrived back at the 'den'. He was especially looking forward to facing up to Calvin, who had sounded pretty uptight on the phone earlier, but the important thing was that they had what they'd been sent out to get. He parked up the van in a discreet spot and jumped out the drivers seat, scooting around to usher the human, Alex and Kara out and towards the entrance.

"Home sweet home," he said facaeciously, trying to keep up the genial act which seemed to be keeping the girl compliant so far, "we'd better check straight in with Calvin..."

He looked about and thought of palming the report off to one of the others, but the looks he was getting suggested that everyone was keen to let Wes remain in charge whether he liked it or not. He grumbled to himself and shook his head.

"Right, follow me then." he locked the van and waited for everyone to disperse into their proper place, before sparing a quick look back between Alex and Kare. "So..." he said, clearing his throat and trying to act casual, "...are you two, like...y'know? Or...well, nevermind." He stopped himself, noticing that some of the others in the pack were smirking and shaking their heads at him. What? He just wanted to know...

Several lycans took posts by the entrance as Wes proceeded in, checking to ensure Jemima, Kara and Alex remained close behind. There were some unfamiliar and perturbing scents in the tunnel, but he couldn't hear anything which would cause concern.

"Cal?" he called out, "Yo boss, everything OK?"



Jemima proceeded in fear. She took in everything she could, but the place she'd been taken to was neither better nor worse than she'd expected. It seemed the Lycans lived much as humans would if they'd been forced underground. Everything her father had said about them not being animals rang true in what she was seeing. But that didn't change the fact that they'd taken her captive. And the lady who'd spoken nicely to her didn't seem to have much say in what was happening, so her hope of salvation through her was beginning to wane. All she could do was play along with what she was told and hope that something would work out.

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Viktoria nodded at Silas' words, agreeing with him. It had been pretty obvious they needed something from the girl. Although she hadn't looked extremely special to Viktoria. Not someone who had the potential to wipe out their species, which is pretty much what was implied. 'She's involved in something that's gonna be bad news for both our species if it goes ahead...' the lead dog had said. The girl hadn't seemed like much of a threat when she'd been holding her over the side of the building.

"You'll be accompanying me to the meeting as well. Hot-headed or no, you have too much potential for me to keep you here while the coven moves ahead. I ask only that you follow my lead."

Viktoria didn't think she was exactly hot-headed, but she kept her mouth shut for once. "Very well," was all she replied to her coven leader, somewhat cool. Truthfully, inside she was joyous. She'd been expecting to be punished, something like being sent to her room. Not that she would have followed the rules, but it was better to be asked to go along than to sneak around and try to follow her coven mates to the meeting. But seriously, if Colby didn't at least get something said to her for running off, Viktoria was going to have to punch a hole in a wall, or knock down a whole wall... just something.

It was then that Silas turned his attention to Jessenia, so Viktoria just sat in silence and listened. A small smile crossed her face as her friend rambled on. Was she actually nervous? Although the fact that she was actually 23 irked Viktoria slightly. Even this little-looking vampire was actually older than her. She knew that her strength and speed were great, even better than some of her species that were older than her. But still, she was the youngest in the coven, and still would be even if Jessenia joined them. A long string of curses went through her mind, but she didn't speak any of them out loud.

She let Silas finish his conversation with Jessenia, feeling the need to squirm in her seat slightly. The longer it went, the more anxious she became. Silas wouldn't actually kick her out of the coven, would he? After all, she'd brought back useful information, a prospective member, and hadn't gotten hurt. So really all she'd done was defy his word. Of course, that wasn't exactly good either.

Once they were done talking, she stood and walked to the wall behind her, leaning against it. "Alright, so how much trouble am I in?" she asked, smirking slightly.




"We can do that. Your daughter will have whatever she needs. For now, my laboratory is easily one of the safest places in the city. I've got a full detail of guards assigned to protect me and anyone else inside. I can send a few of them to pick up your daughter, if you wish."

Landon contemplated a moment, before nodding. He rambled off the address of his mother's house, imagining how she would react when government officials came to take Evie, his two year old daughter, away. That was a conversation for another day... hopefully. He really didn't think he could deal with his mother right now. He followed Lauren's personal guard, who led him to a 'inconspicuous' black suburban. How typical. Regardless, he climbed into the back seat, enjoying the relaxing position, which was able to take some pressure off his wound. He had to admit, at the present, he was just looking forward to whatever magic drugs the government had that could make him heal faster.

The pain was starting to escalate again, so he laid his head back and closed his eyes. He supposed he should probably get some rest, but in all truth he was excited to get back out in the field and hunt the other species again. He could imagine it now. He would be part of helping eradicate these creatures that could destroy the human race. Then how would everyone else feel, knowing that they'd turned him away, saying he was too emotional to keep a clear head. If anything, the emotion drove him to do a better job, to avenge his late wife.

Thinking of Lillian just made him extremely angry, so he attempted to clear his mind by asking stupid questions. "So where exactly is this lab of yours at?"




"M- ..Our pack mates are heading back." Calvin realized that the girl didn't even know what he was up to. He wondered if she would have a problem with it. Guess he'd find out soon enough. They didn't have to wait too long for the others to show up, and the time spent waiting was in silence. He didn't know what to expect. Would the girl be terrified beyond belief, or come in kicking and screaming? If she was making a fit, that would definitely make it harder to question her.

"Cal? Yo boss, everything OK?"

The sound jolted him out of his thoughts, and made him stand up. "Down here," he called gruffly. The pack approached, in all of it's glory. A whole five lycans. He noticed the two that didn't belong right away, and he narrowed his eyes at them. They seemed to be alright... of course they hadn't even opened their mouths yet. Before any introductions could be made, he spoke bluntly. "I have one rule in this pack. You do what I say, no matter what. You break that, you're out. Otherwise, you're welcome to everything we have, and the protection of the pack." He only paused a second, before turning to Rae. "This is Rae, she's new as well." He gave Wes a look saying 'I'll explain later' before sitting down next to Rae, and gesturing for the others to do the same.

"You two," he said as he pointed to the two lycans closest to the human. "I want you take her to the room at the back of the hall. Both of you should stand outside until I come to get you. You are not to leave your station. Understood?" The two lycans nodded, and set off with the human. The room at the back was the smallest alcove, the girl would only be able to sit comfortably, and there was no way of escape. Thankfully, he had found a set of bars farther down the tunnel, and had set them up in front of the alcove. He wanted her watched every minute of the day.

After they were out of earshot, he turned to Wes. He had much explaining to do, what with the vampires actually being present during their mission. Only after his story would Calvin confide what had happened during the lycan's absence. It wasn't something he wanted the two newcomers to hear. "Alright, tell me what happened."

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Rae simply sat at the couch beside the chair, her chin in her palm. The silence wasn’t awkward, but nice and she simply sat there and watched him. She didn’t think that he knew she was watching him since he seemed to be really into thought. If only she could get him to talk about what ever it was that was on his mind. He had been zoning out quite a bit.

Our… A smile curled her lips up and she looked at those who entered and then heard the rule. How come he didn’t tell her that before he allowed her to be part of the pack? How come she didn’t get anything from getting up when he told her to stay sitting? Then the ache in her shoulder made her realize. Oh right. She shifted a little and tightened the strip of her old shirt over her shoulder. The sight of the human made her pause and every thought had left her head.

Her eyes narrowed the slightest bit and she looked over her closely. “You might want to double check her for weapons. You’d be amazed where we could hide them.” She said gently with a lowered tone of voice. She didn’t want to step on their leader’s toes or anything, but she did want to make sure what ever it was that was going on went fine. Besides, one of them injured by a human was enough. Rae mentally growled as she shifted her shoulder again, watching at Calvin then moved to sit beside her. He must be a nervous pacer. She seen him sit, move and then sit again a few times now.

She gave a gentle smile and a half wave to her introduction, but she didn’t say anything, just so that he could get into his conversation about what happened. While she listened, her good arm reached up and she pulled her fingers through her hair, brushing away the knots. She still ached to change her form, and wished something would give her a reason to do so, but she could only imagine what it would do to the wound. Hurry up and heal, damn it.