Ryouto watched as another newcomer came into the stage. The man hissed "Vampire." And in return, the girl just stared... Before the man somehow fell down. The girl then... "Master... We should go..." Mira suggested.

"What about... That guy?" As if on cue, the man threw off the girl. He examined the frightened girl. Before Ryouto could ask if she's okay, the guy turned and asked if they were with her. Ryouto was as frightened as much as the girl, too frightened to respond vocally. However, he finally managed to let out a quiet "No" in Japanese. Kasumi, the spirit in white and purple maiden attire, whispered into his ear "Now do you think there are vampires?"

"Well congratulations Immortalis, not many people are privy to that information. Not many that are alive, anyway. Consider yourself lucky ma chéri." The hybrid in front of him responded to his statement of his knowledge of her race... -es. But then she looked him over as closely as possible. Asher could only smile. "You won't get much information from me, ma chéri." He smiled as winked, reading the stranger with her own two words.

Then, the Immortalis walked to her, but then he just passed her. His interest is what was going on down in the park. Scanning with his eyes, Asher saw a group of... Not so ordinary people. Being one who's already dead, Asher has the luxury of seeing spirits. "Ah... A spirit agent." Another plus was that he can identify races by auras. "Some kind of werewolf or whatever... Another vampire... And a fey." Asher muttered as he observed the whole situation. Then he saw the vampire attempting to suck the blood out of the fey, and turned around to the one on the same rooftop.

"Hey. One half of your kind is getting hurt by another half. You wanna step in or should I?" Asher asked the stranger. It wasn't so strange that he was being so casual around a potential enemy, but hey. Only Immortali hurt and kill their own kind. Everything else just hurts. For example, the organic projectile that had just collided with the building he was standing on, Asher barely felt it.

Kraken saw the whole ordeal. He saw the girl bite the guy, Ashton's, neck. He saw him hit her. "You hit... You hit a girl! You're and adult! YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER!!" Slow down, Kraken, you're losing it! "WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT??!! I WON'T LET YOU HURT ANYONE ELSE!!" Ok, officially lost it, but Kraken didn't care, he wanted to hurt Ashton, he looked at him, he didn't care, Kraken was filled with rage, he had abandoned his innocent, fourteen-year-old attitude. He was officially in his insane kill mode. He hissed at Ashton and pounced, his hands shaped like claws. Kraken closed the short distance in two seconds, he struck Ashton with all his momentum and dove in for another attack.

"You won't get much information from me, ma chéri." The man said with a wink and Camille smiled slightly when he used her own term back at her, before passing her to watch the group below, to which she also returned her attention.

"Ah... A spirit agent." Camille turned her eyes on the stranger, watching his face as he examined the group. "Some kind of werewolf or whatever... Another vampire... And a fey."

"Yes," she said, turning back to the group. "A strange mixture." Suddenly, a fight broke out, and Camille raised an eyebrow. "And a potent one at that."

"Hey. One half of your kind is getting hurt by another half. You wanna step in or should I?" He said, and Camille realized that it was the high class fey fighting with the new vampire. The girl, she could see was under the bloodlust for the fey, while the man seemed hostile, and increasingly angry.

"Seems I have a bit of a dilema now don't I?" She said to the stranger with a chuckle. She couldn't choose which race to jump in for, seeing as they were both equally apart of her, however, the girl appeared to be more justified in her attack, seeing as she was a new vampire, and could not yet control her bloodlust. “Are you two with this mosquito?” She heard the boy say.

That did it. She chose the girl. "I'm going to step in. You're welcome to join me." She said to the Immortalis. She loved meddling in other people's business. It was quite a bit of fun.

With that, she dropped off the side of the building, landing gracefully in the park below. She smiled a wicked smile, fangs glittering as she stepped forward, when suddenly, a the cat creature attacked the fey. "What do we have here?" She said in a musical, smooth voice. "A fight?" She glanced between the fey boy, who was being attacked and the vampire girl. Camille gracefully walked to the vampire girl and helped her stand, before looking to the other two.

Despite her fey blood, Camille actually despised most fey. Especially high class fey. Camille had the blood of an extremely high class fey running through her veins, but the woman had never claimed her as hers so she found it hard to care less about the fey. They looked down their noses at all the other creature's of the world, seeming to think they could just step on them when they want and get away with it.

Camille turned to the girl. "You alright?" She asked, watching her. "You're new aren't you?" She said with a little, pretty laugh. "I know you probably don't have much control over your bloodlust right now," she said as casually as if she was giving relationship advice. "But you may want to watch who you attack in the future. Fey tend to be hard to kill."

While Ryouto was frozen, a stranger had showed up and called for some person. Ryouto blinked, shook his head, and got his bearings back. "Are you alright, Master?" Mira asked.

"Y-yeah..." Ryouto replied, then saw something. The spirit of the Sengoku Period samurai moved in to intercept the neko-like person when a silver-haired person literally stepped in the guy's way to intercept the attack, blocking with a sword made purely out of ice but had lava flowing within it. The stranger's left eye glowed red while the right eye was icy blue. "Enough. Both of you." Asher commanded the cat creature and, in case the Fey behind him was beginning to attack, the Fey as well.

"Master, I-" Mira begun her generic warning, but bit her tongue. It seemed that these people were just annoying now. Was there any normal person in this city? Ryuoto wondered.

"You, too, Yukimura Sanda, former officer of the Takeda army." Asher commanded the spirit. Caught in confusion, the spirit reluctantly sheathed his sword. "What's going on here?" He said, his breath could now be seen by anyone in sight.Neither Ryouto or Asher let down their guards. The tension was too much in this situation.

Rose was flying through the air. The man had been much stronger than she had anticipated. When she landed a crack rung out and a gasp of pain escaped her. But the injury seemed to be healing itself. She peered down to examine it when a soft but strong voice floated to Rose’s ears. She looked up. A girl who looked young and mature at the same time was looking down at her. Long silvery hair flowed down her back and on closer inspection Rose realized the true color was a bright blonde. “You alright?” the girl inquired in her voice. It tinkled like small bell in a passing breeze. Rose nodded, unable to comprehend this beautiful beings perfection.
“You’re new, aren’t you?” Once again Rose’s head bobbed up and down mechanically, shaking some hair loose from her jacket. “…probably don’t have much control over your bloodlust right now,” the girl was speaking again. “But you may want to watch who you attack in the future. Fey tend to be hard to kill.” Fey. She had heard the word before, although only in fairytales. Finally finding her voice, Rose mumbled, “Are you ‘Fey’ too?” The woman certainly qualified to be one; her allure and elegance were of high virtue. But when she smiled or laughed fangs poked out in place of her canines.
Rose stood; using the woman’s outstretched hand to help her. “Thanks,” She said. She felt a sudden urge to introduce herself. “I’m Rosetta Stoane.” She was using her full name, it was only proper. She turned back to the male Fey who was talking to Kraken and a newcomer with silver hair. Small puffs of fog rose out of his lips and into the air, curling into delicate shapes and patterns until they melted away in the summer heat. It was defiantly weird but, then again, so was drinking blood.
The Fey guy turned towards her. Rose glanced at the woman Fey. She seemed casual and relaxed, as if this was an everyday occurrence. The human side of Rose wanted to back away, let this other girl who knew what she was doing handle with the whole ordeal. But the vampire that had taken over her body snarled and laughed at the weak human. Was she really going to let this girl do the dirty work, when obviously the boy was after her? Come to think of it, she didn’t even know WHY the Fey hated her.
“Give me the locket.” The boy’s voice startled Rose out of her thoughts. The Fey no longer had fury in his voice. His eyes, however, told a different story. Hate flickered around his sliver green irises. It wasn’t her, Rose realized, it was the monster that was in her. She reached up for the locket clasp. Finally she found the small lump of metal. But that’s all it was. The medal had melted together, probably during the burning sensation, and the clasp had disappeared. In panic she tried to yank the chain apart. It wouldn’t break. “It won’t come off…” she murmured. “Give me the locket.” The Fey said again. Could he not speak English? “It doesn’t come off!” She snapped, annoyed.
The Fey hesitated then started to close the distance “I won’t hurt her,” he told the Fey girl. “I’m over here.” She muttered. For some reason this boy aggravated her, the way he walked and talked. Ok, so she was being rude but didn’t she get to be addressed too? Wasn’t she the one who had to be worried about being thrown into the air again? The boy rolled his eyes in reply then brought his arms up to the locket. Rose turned away. “Why should I let you touch me when I don’t even know your name?’ Inwardly she groaned. She was acting extremely childish, like a whiny little girl who wasn’t getting her way. “Ashton.” The boy said then grabbed the necklace, maybe a little too forcefully, causing Rose to stumble forward. She flinched and rubbed the already fading bruise on her throat. He knew she deserved it, but still…
Meanwhile Ashton was pulling the necklace hard. “Stop, you’re gonna choke me.” Rose said. He continued to pull. She knew she wouldn’t actually be able to be choked, but it still hurt her throat, the way he was pulling. Anger rose up. He was being stupid and desperate to get the locket off. “Let go of the freaking necklace!” To Rose’s surprise Ashton’s hands fell to his sides. Ashton himself looked bewildered. Rose glanced around but saw nothing that was pulling the Fey back or disrupting him. She was confused but Ashton seemed to have realized what was going on. “Anyone mind explaining?” she said.

Ashton watched the silver haired girl bound down from a roof towards the vampire girl. This was the hybrid he had sensed earlier. Her body was definitely a Fey’s and her teeth were sharp and pointy, but her fingers were something different. They were unusually thin and small. He had seen those kind of hands somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite place it. He turned away as the spirit agent answered his question. “いいえ” He answered in Japanese, but from his expression and the way he spoke, Ashton was pretty sure the boy meant no.
He turned his head in the direction of the cat boy just in time to hear the boy shout and start rushing at him. The first attack he dodged easily. He took out his dagger and crouched, prepared to stab the boy as soon as he got close again. A new stranger suddenly appeared between the two. “Enough. Both of you.” Ashton didn’t like being commanded by this Immortalitis, nor any monster, but he was glad to stop the fight. He had more important things to do than stand around and fight a mad kitten.
“Whatever.” He answered the silver haired guy as he hid his dagger in his belt again. He glanced at the cat and wrinkled his nose. Then he addressed the spirit person who seemed to be very wary. “As long as you don’t attack me, I won’t bother with you.” Making sure he didn’t go near the angry fourteen year old, he advanced, heading over to the hybrid and bloodsucker. On his way he noticed the werewolf heading towards the group from the East. Ashton shook his head. What were all these supernatural doing in this city?
Arriving at where the two stood Ashton stopped. “Give me the locket.” The bloodsucker stared at him before messing with the locket. After a few attempts to take it off she let her hands down. “It won’t come off.” He repeated the command again anyway, provoking the girl and making her snap at him. But apparently it was true; she really couldn’t get the damn amulet off. “I won’t hurt her.” He informed the hybrid. She seemed powerful and, although there was a high possibility Ashton could beat her, she would definitely put up a fight that would injure him badly.
“I’m over here.” The vampire whined. He crossed the gap, eyes always on the half Fey half vampire. He reached for the amulet but of course the girl turned away and complained about him touching her without her even knowing his name. Ashton grinded his teeth and answered then returned to working on tugging the amulet off. She may have been a vampire but there was still trace of a whiny little human.
He was so engrossed and annoyed, that he didn’t realize he was bruising the girl until she practically screamed. “Let go of the freaking necklace!” His hands automatically dropped.
Shock crossed Ashton’s face. He hadn’t done that on purpose. The amulet was controlling him. Then the girl had to go and say she wanted an explanation! He shot her a quick glare before looking at the hybrid. Did she know about the locket’s power? Would she tell the blood sucker that the locket had the power to control Ashton to a certain extent? Would she tell the mosquito that she had a chance to become a Fey? She wouldn’t dare. He narrowed his eyes, waiting for her to speak. Almost challenging the hybrid to tell the vampire.

Kraken clutched the sides of his head, You have to take control! Why is this so damn hard?!. Kraken finally managed to get himself under control, but he was still livid. Kraken looked at all of them, and he knew that this was going to attract attention. Kraken started running away, as he ran he passed by a smashed car in the middle of the park, what the?, Kraken thought ass he passed it. He soon lost interest and kept running, he wanted to get as far away from the group of monsters, because the police might notice what happened and he didn't want to get caught, not again.

This time Adion tried walking slowly toward the nearest group of 'freaks' or 'monsters' or whatever they are called. Beings like him, the odd ones that always seem to be myth until you meet them. And again he went flying, going just barely over the head of the one that smelled like 2 things in one, and landing on his back. Adion let out a grunt and looked on his chest to see what had been causing the constant flights, a small black blob. It felt a lot heiver than it looked, a lot. In response to its debue, Adion simply said, while still lying down, "Mornin' Mr. Blob."

“Are you ‘Fey’ too?” The girl mumbled, and Camille smiled slightly at her. She was smart. New, but smart. However, she didn't answer the question, as she preferred only her victims, and those races that could sense her mixed-heritage to know what she was. A Fey typically thought of other monsters as below them, and, as such, seeing that her mother was fey, and her father was vampire, Camille was technically a disgrace, and despite the fact that this girl wouldn't know this because she was so new, Camille was so in the habit of keeping that to herself, that she kept her mouth shut.

“Thanks,” The girl then said as she accepted her help. “I’m Rosetta Stoane.” She introduced herself, and Camille figured it would only be polite to return the favor.

"I'm Camille Nightshade." She said, before tuning back to the group and watching them from her position beside the girl, making it obvious that, if there was another fight, she'd chosen a side. The Immortalis had come down from the building and stepped between the cat boy and the fey boy, and Camille watched as the cat jogged off angrily, and then turned her attention to the boy, who's attention was now focused on her and Rosetta. “Give me the locket.” He insisted as he came forward, and for the first time, Camille had noticed the locket and watched Rosetta struggle to remove it. Suddenly, everything clicked and she knew what was going on. The boy, who'd introduced himself as Ashton after a protest from the girl, was now struggling angrily to remove the locket before the girl shrieked at him, causing him to drop it.

“Anyone mind explaining?” Rosetta said hotly, and Camille smiled an amused smile, raising a single eyebrow. Things were getting interesting fast. She'd picked a good group to interfere with. Her blue-black eyes fell on the fey boy, seeing if he would provide her with an explanation, but what she found there was different.

She found hostility. And it was pointed at her. His mouth was shut, and his eyes were on hers and Camille suddenly found herself in the center of the conflict, for he'd refused to tell Rosetta what was going on, and there, in his eyes, pointed at Camille was a challenge. He didn't want to explain, and he knew she knew what was happening, and he didn't want her to either.

However, Camille always liked a challenge.

So she glanced past the boy, as if she didn't have a care in the world what he thought, and looked at the Immortalis behind him, then the spirit seer, then the werewolf as he passed over her head, then back between the fey and the vampire, a smirk on her lips.

"Am I the only one who knows what's going on here?" She said, dragging it out purposely, before shooting the fey a glance, and then looking at Rosetta.

Camille gesture to the locket at her throat. "As a high-class fey, that locket there, was once Ashtons." She said, gesturing to the fey. "So it's controlling him. Making him worked up. However, it has marked you. So it will not come off." She glanced at Ashton, then at Rosetta, wondering if she should say the next part. However, the girl had a right to know what would happen to her, so she did. "You may possibly be turned into a Fey." She said lightly, and then turned her attention on Ashton instead, raising her eyebrows in ammusemet.

"So fey, tell me," she said smoothly, her voice slightly taunting. "What was your punishment for losing it? Not many fey spend time on the earth realm." She mused, looking over him. "I'm willing to bet you were banished." Her eyes landed on his, interested in what his reaction would be.

The were cat had obviously had had enough of the whole situation. Ashton watched as he turned on his heel and quickly ran with his hands on top of his head. A werewolf spiraled overhead talking to a strange blob thing. Ashton didn’t care. His eyes which were now fully silver, no trace of green left behind, were focused on the girl who called herself Camille. She looked at him and then moved her gaze slowly to travel over each and every one of the creatures. The she opened her small mouth which curled itself into a confident smirk. “Am I the only one who knows what’s going on here?” she drawled.
That was all Ashton needed to hear. Rage was churning inside him. How he longed to be at the Other Side where he could easily transform into his hideous demon form and rip all of these monsters apart. But here on Earth it took a lot of rage and power to fuel his demonic form, things that he, no matter how angry he was, didn’t have.
“So Fey,” Camille’s voice was poking at him, trying to provoke him. “What was your punishment?” She wondered in a mocking tone. “I’m willing to bet you were banished.” The last word she said slowly and clearly so that everyone could hear it.
Ashton could live with the whole locket thing. He was much more powerful then Rose, the vampire girl. He would be able to resist weaker commands if he was on guard, and her power only reached a certain extent. He could stop her from becoming Fey somehow to. He’d make it so SHE became the slave. But these foul monsters knowing that he was exiled? He couldn’t stand that. He had lost his composure, trying to think of something to say; something to cover up her last remarks. All he could think of was, “Damn it!”
Suddenly a voice rose up behind them. “What are you kids doing?” A female police officer was walking up behind the group. Ashton flashed a smile at her. “Just fooling around,” he answered “Shooting an amateur video. Our camera man, guy with the cat ears, went to go get us something to eat.” Again he smiled. The woman blushed and stuttered an apology before turning around. Ashton glared at her back. Stupid human. At least she had given him time to regain his temper. He looked at the vampire girl and sighed. There was no other way. “Your wish is my command.” He spat sarcastically.
Then he walked up to the two. “Don’t think you’ve won this yet.” He whispered. But on the inside he knew they probably had checkmate.

The cat ran. The fight was over... as far as Asher knew. However, the boy began to walk to the girl- no, the other one that wasn't found in the rooftop. The boss commanded the downed vampire to give him some sort of locked, proceeding to force her to give it to him until the girl commanded him to stop. However, something weird happened. The boy stopped. Why? Aren't people supposed to keep trying despite their victim's pleas? Asher thought. Then, the vampire that Asher had met on the rooftops gave light to the situation.

"As a high-class fey, that locket there, was once Ashtons." She said, gesturing to the fey. "So it's controlling him. Making him worked up. However, it has marked you. So it will not come off. You may possibly be turned into a Fey." That last statement was directed to the downed vampire. Then, the hybrid directed her next sentence at the Fey. "So fey, tell me. What was your punishment for losing it? Not many fey spend time on the earth realm. I'm willing to bet you were banished."

What? Ryouto thought. What the hell's going on?! "Master." Mira grabbed a hold of Ryouto's attention, evident by his head turning towards her. "I suggest that we leave. Even for us, spirits, this is too much to comprehend as well." Ryouto odded and began walking away slowly until an officer arrived at the scene. Ryouto froze, then relaxed as the officer went away at one of the "Fey's" insistance. What relieved him even more was that the said "Fey" walked to the two newcomers. A Kasumi overheard they "Fey's" whisper and informed Ryouto, who finally dropped his guard. He groaned in Japanese. "Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on here?"

Asher raised an eyebrow when the hybrid spoke of her deduction. It was obvious that she hit the mark, as the Fey had shouted "Damn it!" Asher smirked as he saw the Fey come towards him and the hybrid, whispering that they haven't won. Judging from what had just happened, Asher knew that the last statement was the last growl the Fey could ever make as a wolf. "Damn." Asher whispered to the hybrid. "That's amazing. So far, in the last few minutes of our time together- which was the only time we had- yuo've impressed me greately."

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on here?" Asher heard the boy with the spirits groan in Japanese. Asher smirked. He replied in fluent Japanese, as to tease the boy.

"You had just discovered four new races. Mine, a Fey, a vampire, and a werecat. This must be you're lucky day, as we have all been thought to be myths... At least them. My race was kept in secret by you humans."

That was it. Ryouto had the last straw. He fainted, his head landing on the lap of the sighing Mira. "I told you we should've left..." Her image was visible only to Ryouto, Asher, the hybrid, and the vampire with the locket. Any human passing by would see that Ryouto's head was just resting on a rock. The other spirits, in reply to Ryouto's fainting, facepalmed.

Adion got up from the ground snarling. He had caught something that was very familiar to him. Too familiar to him. A scent and voice that induced a pure rage and hate, a pure fey. The eyes of the werewolf turned to a blood red, that would look delectable to a vampire, and his massive body shot from the ground. The blob that was on his chest had moved to his head and formed a black helmet. Adion walked behind the fey and threw him without any trouble. All the while the little black blob on his head was making the helmet form look more and more intimidating. As if out of nowhere, the rage of Adion truly began to show itself by causing blood to drip down his teeth. A blood that would make vampires quiver at its disgusting smell.

Camille could tell she'd most definitely gotten under the fey's skin, and she smiled triumphantly, watching him struggle for something to say to reduce the damage of what she'd said. “Damn it!” Was apparently all he could think of. She crossed smoothed a piece of silvery blonde hair behind her ear, and was about to continue, when the group was interrupted. “What are you kids doing?”

Kids? Camille's jaw tightened as her eyes watched the human police officer somewhat irritated. She was certainly no child, however Camille did not speak up and say such, because she knew she looked like one. Well, maybe not a child, but she certainly appeared much younger than she should, due to her small stature. She watched the fey boy send the police woman off and then returned her attention to the group before her.

“Your wish is my command.” The fey hissed sarcastically at the girl before stepping closer to them, muttering a whispered growl. “Don’t think you've won this yet.”

Camille merely smiled haughtily. "Careful where you throw around threats fey." She whispered back, her whisper smooth and soft like the rustling of autumn leaves.

"Damn." Camille turned her head slightly at the sound of another whisper. The Immortalis, who's name she still did not know. "That's amazing. So far, in the last few minutes of our time together- which was the only time we had- you've impressed me greatly."

Camille smiled at him and nodded gently. "It's a gift." She said with a shrug. "After being around for an eternity, you learn to read people."

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on here?" The spirit seer then burst out, to which the Immortalis informed him that he had just had the privilege of making the acquaintance of four species. To which he passed out, his head landing in the lap of one of his spirits.

Camille blinked at the boy before a commotion drew her attention as the werewolf that had been trotting around the park came over, suddely enraged. He walked up behind Ashton and threw him. The display made Camille freeze with shock momentarily, something she did not do often, before she gathered her composure again and watched the werewolf. His teeth were dripping with blood, but not the familiar sweet coppery blood that drew Camille in and caused her bloodlust. This blood was disgusting smelling, and she nearly gagged, however, she managed to remain passive, with nothing more than a small twitch of her eye.

"He may have deserved that werewolf," she said in a sarcastic tone, glancing at Ashton, where the beast had thrown him. "But he didn't do anything to you."

“Careful where you throw around threats, Fey” Camille had said. Which had made him angry. Which had distracted him. At that time the spirit seer had fainted. A girlish thing to do. It was slightly amusing. It was distracting. Which is why he silently cursed them both in his head when he found himself airborne. He flipped in the air, landing lightly on his feet. His eyes narrowed in on the attacker. The werewolf from before. “He may have deserved that werewolf, but he didn’t do anything to you.” Thank you! Ashton thought rolling his eyes, and then took it back in disgust. He wasn’t thanking a filthy hybrid, even if it was mentally. But he had to give her some credit. Aloud he said, “You know she’s right, at least about me not doing harm to you.” That sounded too grateful so he added, “I don’t have time to deal with lowly dogs like you.” He had already had the jerk reputation. Why not keep it up?
He wasn’t sure what the blob helmet thing on the wolf was but he knew this mutt wasn’t stronger than him. He was a Fey! He could kill this wolf in an instant, but that wouldn’t be amusing. He stretched and taunted the wolf with the smirk on his face. Then he glanced back to make some passing remark about how he would ‘of course protect his “beloved” master’ only to find that the newborn brat had disappeared!

As Ashton was stretching, Adion had began a charge. But for some odd reason, when he started to move at speed he turned invisible. Well, vampires could still see his heat, and soul seers could see his soul, but to all others, including pure fey, Adion could not be seen. That was until Adion had reached his target, stabbing Ashton in the stumach with the ears of the helmet that the blob turned into. For just a moment, Adion stood completely still looking around, until he looked up to see the fey stuck bleeding on his helmet. With ease, Adion threw the fey with just the power of his neck and his rage began to flow. Again.

Ashton turned back around when he heard a noise from where the wolf was standing…Except the wolf wasn’t there anymore. This didn’t alarm Ashton in the slightest. Werewolves were exceptionally fast creatures and not even the eyes of Fey could see them. However, despite this predicament, he smiled and stood still. As the wolf got closer he could hear the air whipping by, informing him that his attacker was charging head on, aiming low for his stomach. At that point Ashton could have easily stepped to the side, avoiding the incoming damage. But instead he braced his body and waited.
A pain shot through his body but Ashton didn’t care. He loved to toy with his prey, letting them think he was weak and vulnerable. He would heal quickly, although the pain was great in the frail human body he was “borrowing”. Adrenaline rushed through his veins and he smirked, once again landing perfectly on his two feet. He was done with the weakling act. He could already feel his skin stretching together again. He yawned as if bored, then looked down at his shirt. There was a flash of annoyance when he saw the two holes the material. Waving it off he looked back up at the wolf. This was getting fun. But in the pit of his stomach there was a little worry about the vampire running off. She had the locket on her and he needed that to get back into the class of Fey on the other side. His mind wasn’t on the fight now. It was scheming away, wondering how Ashton would be able to track down the girl and get the locket off her.

Ashton seemed distracted and focused at the same time. Adion was out of control, and the black blob seemed to be getting into the fight. Soaking up the blood of the fey, the blob, still in helmet form, expanded around Adion to for a full set of the black armor. Adion could feel a rush of power, but with it came even more rage. The blood coming from his teeth dripping out at a rate that seemed like he wouldn't live through it. However, was it blood or venom? A rare mutation from the corruption? The only thing that was certain was that as Adion stood over a patch of grass, the blood seemed to kill it on contact.

Adion once again moved and could not be seen. This time his movements were sudden and unpredictable. He began to move at a speed that challenged even the greatest fey, moving quickly behind Ashton and biting deep into his shoulder, which resulted in a loud hissing sound, with the steam and everything.

Asher watched the whole thing go on. A wolf had suddenly appeared, attacking the Fey without reason. Hell, Asher even doubted that the two fighters knew each other. The Wolf attacked relentlessly with growing speed, but the Fey just took it and taunted the wolf even more. Asher knew that if someone were to easily take a hit and taunt his attacker moments later, something bad is going to happen. "Something's wrong here..." Asher whispered to Camille. "That Fey easily took it. Even I know that you should back away when you see your opponent still standing. The wolf is too wild. I'm going to stop this before it gets out of hand."

Immediately, Asher drew his blade as the wolf moved again with amazing speed. The Master Immortalis moved switftly and pulled the Fey out of the way, even though Asher knew that the Fey is not hurt by the wolf's attacks. Asher then rolled under the wolf, setting down an Ice Tag and detonating it after getting away in a short distance. "Yo doggie." Asher called, pointing his blade to the werewolf. "Heel, before you hurt yourself." Asher commanded the wolf. "And you. Fey. Provoke him any further and my blade will also come your way. Stop this fight now before someone gets hurt." Asher didn't even tremble. He's commanded complete strangers before, during the Dark Ages. He knows how to keep them in line. Asher is natural at being a leader, which adds to his already vast arsenal of weapons to use for survival.

The wolf was about to bite down with the strange blood venom that dripped onto the ground, sizzling and steaming as it touched the grass. Dead patches of grass had sprouted where the poison fell. He let the wolf get closer and closer and closer still. Suddenly the Immortalis sprang seemingly out of nowhere, shoving Ashton. Ashton almost stumbled but mostly stood his ground, if not taking a few steps forward. “Heel yourself before you hurt yourself.” The frost guy spoke to the dog in a calm and strong tone. “And you, Fey. Provoke him any further and my blade will also come your way. Stop this fight now before someone gets hurt.” Ashton sneered at him before lifting a finger to his face. His own injury from the helmet had splattered a few droplets of blood. He wiped one off leaving a dark red smear on his pale cheek. Then he licked the tip of his index finger. It tasted disgusting and rustic but it fueled his power.
Then he remembered the girl with the locket. He sighed. The fight would have to wait for another time. Besides he was sure this was going to attack attention. He walked up to the werewolf and quickly put his five fingers on the dog’s chest. Under his breath he muttered something and the wolf was blown back. He was not hurt, at least not too much but Ashton had knocked him pretty far. “Well I’m done here.” He addressed no one in particular. Then he flashed a smile. It made him look innocent and younger since it wasn’t his fake smile, nor a smirk. “Thanks for the fun afternoon.” Then he jumped up onto the roof top of the nearby building and started running, following Rosetta’s presence.

“Careful where you throw around threats, Fey.” Rosetta glanced around. All eyes were on Ashton and Camille. It would be fine if she just quietly slipped away right? A shadow was flying towards Ashton and her eyes widened in shock when she saw Ashton go flying. This was her cue to leave. “Thanks,” She whispered to Camille. Then she turned and ran. Everything to her side was a blur. In front of her was pretty clear though so she could see pretty well as she circled the park and headed off in the direction Kraken had headed off to. She felt comfortable with him and as the other guy had fainted, he was the only one normal. Ok, normal in a way that he actually had the sense to flee. Her hair flew from her jacket and then settled in its familiar waves when she began to slow to a walk as she reached a crowd. She looked around but saw no familiar ears poking out. Maybe the roof? Rose considered this before quietly slipping into an alley way.
She shuddered as the coolness settled around her. The alley way was a not very pleasant reminder of the memory she had been trying to escape in the first place. But as she pushed that thought aside another memory rose to the surface. A homeless man was poking at a fire in the back of the alley. He didn’t seem to notice her, but that was mutual. Rose took no notice of the man because the flames rose up in a hypnotizing flicker.
The little girl stood in the middle of the entrance way to the mansion examining each and every object. Above her a crystal chandelier sparkled from an unknown light. It was night but an eerie brightness flickered against the walls and the floor. When the girl put her hand in the light it burned. So she stood in the shadows waiting for the light to reach her. The cream wall paper was curling down the sides of the wall and shriveling up into nothing. The polished floor boards were too disappearing. A creak rang throughout the air and just as the tiny girl looked up the chandelier snapped and fell down from the ceiling above. It seemed that it fell forever and when it finally did land there was no sound. Sparkling shards shattered everywhere. One hit her in the forehead, and a warm liquid dripped down. The girls small fingers grasped the shard and pulled hard. The crystal now sat in her hand, showing the damage it had caused to her head. But that was not the only thing it showed. Instead of the reflection of the background there was blackness. And standing against the dark, where the strange lights should be, were orange flames, licking the walls and floor. The girl dropped the reflection and it shattered into even smaller pieces. Now wherever she looked the fire was there. A smile spread across her face and she laughed her innocent face curling into an expression of joy. She ran into the light embracing it. Then there was pain.
Rose gasped. The pain had felt so real and the joy had been so amazing even though there had been a feeling in the pit of her stomach yelling at her not to do it. She looked queasily at the old homeless man again. He was not there. Neither was the fire pit which she was sure she had just seen. A shiver ran up her spine. She glanced at her already pale arms but the skin was flawless, not a single goose bump interrupting it. Shaking she grasped the cold bars of the ladder leading up to the roof and swiftly climbed up. Then she started running again.

He went flying. Adion went flying. His rage was still flowing, and the byproduct of the fey's corruption of him was flowing from his teeth.

When he landed, he landed on a cop car. He was still protected by the black blob's armor form as the cops shot at him with tasers and pistols. He smashed through them without a care in the world. Something was telling him to fight, to find it, and to protect it from those who made him. The blob was not the source of this, but it acted like a relay, making the signal stronger than it should have been. This made Adion's rage burn without end, far worse then when he had just fought the fey.

At one point, the military decided to step in. Thus, adding Humvees to the explosions and flying vehicles. The soldiers tried explosives and assault rifles and armor piercing rounds, but nothing seemed to break Adion's black armor. The fey could not have predicted the creation of such a mad beast from their actions. Finally, some of the fey who were in the background decided to have some fun. The military could not resist them, and followed their orders. A tank was what the fey had ordered. If anything less then a nuke could stop this beast, it was a tank. The first shot hit Adion, doing little more then making him slide a few inches. Withing the blink of an eye, Adion ran up to the tank, ripped its barrel off, and smashed the rest of the vehicle with the barrel.

"Sleep. Sleep. Sleep, wild one." Said a voice Adion could not place. It did not sound as smooth as a fey's or as blunt as a human's. Still, Adion could not resist its call. He used his speed as a means to escape, finding some back alley with a dead hobo and a smashed fire pit. This is wear Adion went to sleep.

(Going to be gone for the weekend until Sunday.)