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Camille Nightshade

"People always ask me why I never stay in one place for long, and I always say the same thing: I never really belong anywhere. Never have. Never will."

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a character in “The Unknowns”, as played by desire99600

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"Close your eyes darling, for tonight, we dance with the devil."



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❝The Basics❞


Image| Full Name |
"Remember it darling. You will hear it again." Her full name is Camille Krystilline Nightshade [ Cuh-meal | Kreh-still-een | Night-shade ]

| Nickname |
"I don't really like nicknames." Camille's name can really only be shortened to one thing. Cami. And that is the name her family used to call her, so she refuses to let anyone use it. To everyone else, it's just Camille.

| Age |
"My real age?" She's ageless, having just always existed in some way or another. Camille doesn't know an exact date of birth, she just knows she's kind of always existed. As for how old she appears, though she may be ageless, she has a physical appearance of 16-22, depending on how you see her. Because she is so small and petite, many see her as young, but because she is so wise, many see her as older. Don't let this deceive you, her body is very young, but her mind is an eternity old.

| Species |
"I was never meant to exist." Mixed, breed. Half Vampire, half Fey.

| Gender |
"All female, darling." Female

| Accent |
"I speak every language there is fluently." Camille, has mastered every language, and could speak with any accent she wishes, but her true accent is, French.

| Race |
"France has always been the country I've loved the most, so I consider myself French." Caucasian | French



❝The Disguise❞


Image| Eye color |
"Eh. It varies." Her eye color shifts with her mood, though she doesn't tell people this, as she doesn't like to advertise it. When she's hiding her emotions, they turn black, so they are black most of the time. Only people who are observant, or she knows well, know that her eyes shift color with her mood.

| Hair color |
"I love my hair." Camille's hair is bright icy blonde, almost white. It literally, could not be blonder. People say she needs to lay off the bleach, but this is actually her natural hair. It's soft, and extremely long. Sometimes she straightens it, a process that takes hours, but sometimes she leaves it in natural waves, or curls it. She's very fond of the length of her hair and would never cut it. Naturally, it hangs just past her hips. Her bangs sweep gently across her forehead to the right, framing her face, or hang straight down, depending on how she styles them. Sometimes she'll add things to it, like colored steaks, but she's never fully dyed her hair and never will. She has a flair for the dramatic, and tends to like color, so for it to have bright, hot pink tips one day, and pastel purple streaks the next, is completely normal.

| Distinct Markings |
"I was born with most of my marks." When it comes to tattoos, piercings, and scars, Camille has several. For tattoos, she has two that she was born with, and one that she went out and got done herself. The first one she was born with is actually on her face. Not a common place to have a tattoo, however it actually looks good on her, and is easy to hide, despite it's location. It's a black butterfly marking, that stands out sharply against her pale skin. It sits on her temple, under her bangs, and kisses the end of her eyebrow, so that it looks as though the butterfly is resting there, on her eyebrow. The second marking she was born with sits on her right hip, the point tilted in, and is a black dagger, with a rose wrapped around it. Her final tattoo, she got herself, and sits between her shoulder blades and reads in simple, small, but readable black print: "Soul of a lion". As for piercings, she has the cartilage of her right ear pierced, and the lobe of both ears pierced three times.



❝Getting to know me❞



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"Best stay on my good side darling."
♥ Having the freedom to do what she wants
♥ Flirting
♥ Feeling needed
♥ Power
♥ Being left alone when she wants to be
♥ Freedom
♥ Success
♥ Attention
♥ Praise
♥ Getting what she wants
♥ Teasing
♥ Cats, her cat specifically
♥ Respect
♥ Magic
♥ Cigarettes
♥ Tea
♥ Warmth
♥ Luxury


| Dislikes |
"Do not make an enemy of me. You will regret it."
✘ Being told what to do
✘ Being used
✘ Whiny/Annoying people
✘ Clingy people
✘ Feeling restrained
✘ Being tied down
✘ Losing
✘ People who ask too many questions
✘ Being looked down on
✘ Loneliness, she craves the attention of others


| Fears |
"I don't feel fear."
☠ Loneliness, she fears being alone forever
☠ Love
☠ Thunderstorms
☠ Being tied to one place/person forever.
☠ Losing her freedom and independence



❝Delve a little deeper❞



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| Personality |
Sly [ slahy ]
Adjective

1. Cunning or wily
2. Stealthy, insidious, elusive, or secret.
3. Playfully artful, mischievous, or roguish


"Have you ever heard the term, sly as a fox?" Camille is the kind of girl you either love, and look up to, or hate, and cannot stand. It's nearly impossible to describe her in one word. The best way to put it, is to say, she merely wants the freedom to do what she wants, to come and go as she pleases, and meddle in the business of others a little too much. She's quite the mischievous one, and does what she wants, when she wants to. No questions asked. She's flighty, unpredictable, and operates solely on whim. She's the type who never really has side, or holds alliances. She simply likes to float between all sides, pitting them against each other and sort of shoving things along in the background.

She may seem completely random, but that is apart of her. If you do not know her, you'll find her ever-shifting personalities and whims strange, and a little mad, but once you get to know her a little, you'll grow used to it. You'll discover that you cannot change her, and you cannot force her, you just have to let her be, and the sooner you realize this, the sooner you'll grow used to her strange ways. Maybe even like having her around.

Camille doesn't hold alliances. She doesn't like to grow emotionally attached to people, places, or things. The only thing she's ever grown attached to is her cat, Shasta, whom follows her everywhere. Other than this though, she makes no attachments. Sure, she makes friends, and she'll grow fond of people, but there are rules to her friendship. The most important being, that you never try to tie her down. She'll tell you straight out, that, going into a friendship with her, don't expect it to be an average friendship. She'll pack up and leave in an instant if she feels like it, and feel nothing. You have to let her do her own thing, be who she is. Trying to change her, or make her do something is just too much of a hassle. If she wants something, she'll get it. If she wants to do something, she'll do it. She hates being in any position of responsibility. She refuses to be responsible for anything, hating having that pressure on her shoulders.

Still, however much Camille hates being in positions of responsibility, she could not be more cut out for the job. She's never had to be responsible for anyone's wishes, dreams, goals, or lives, but her own, and figures that she never will, however, she has it in her, should he have to be. She has a quick mind, and an eternity of wisdom to back it up, making her tongue a rather dangerous weapon, as she also has quite the silver tongue. She is naturally deceitful and elusive, able to spin words better than a spider can spin a web, and though she tends not to lie, she usually never tells the whole truth either. If she's informing you of something, she may just give you a small piece of the whole puzzle and what you get is what you get. There is no reasoning with her, and if you try to persuade or bribe her, she simply gets angry, and having her as only half an ally is far better than having her as an enemy.

Though she's cunning, Camille is far from perfect. She has a slightly manic and flighty aura about her, leading others to think that it would be better to just leave her alone than be involved with her. And while she may not be completely insane, she has small ways of showing that she's not exactly "all there." One of these ways is her temper. She's extremely easy to anger, and in the middle of a tantrum, there is nothing she won't do. Nothing stops her, and she'll tear down the whole world to get revenge. Another way she shows slight madness is through the way she does things. She makes decisions solely on whim, and, though they're typically good ones, can seem completely random at times, as though they came up from nowhere. Her emotions can shift drastically in seconds. You may meet her one day, and think she's cool, and sophisticated, and the next, she's wild, and rebellious.

Camille also has a roaming heart. She hates being tied down, and comes and goes as she pleases. No one knows where she came from, or where she's going, all they know is what she's doing in that moment. Sometimes, she'll just pack up and leave for anywhere from weeks to months. Don't grow too attached to Camille, for she may disappear out of nowhere, leaving no explanation. She's been everywhere, and seen everything. Staying in one place for too long bores her.

Camille also has an immense need for affection. She could never be alone, or she would go ballistic. For this reason, she chose favorites, and just kind of hangs around them. True attachment is never really seen, as it is always possible that, at any moment, she could disappear as fast as she appeared and move on to find a new favorite. She's impossible to predict, as she could appear at any moment. Once she's chosen you as her favorite, there's almost no way to get rid of her, unless you're downright cruel to her, but this would make you her enemy, for she can hold a grudge. This is something you certainly don't want, so most people just let her hang around and find that they generally enjoy her company and attention anyway while they have it.

Camille has a horrible time taking orders, and nearly every time a job is assigned to her, she does what she wants anyway. Though she is not irresponsible for she has been taking care of herself for years, but if she doesn't see the sense in things, or doesn't want to, she doesn't bother to follow through. You have to pick and chose your rules for her carefully because she will always bend them. She's is a sneaky girl who always has a habit of getting around rules and retrieving what she wants. She can lie better then anyone, spinning her words expertly, knowing how to slip in and out of tricky situations with ease. She has an exceptional talent for reading people and an immense attitude.



❝Welcome to my life❞



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"People always ask me why I never stay in one place for long, and I always say the same thing: I never really belong anywhere. Never have. Never will. " From the moment she was created, Camille was a mistake. She was never supposed to happen, and from the moment she was born, she was unwanted. Her mother was a woman named Lilac, and her father, a man named Anthos. Her mother was a Fey, her father, a Vampire. Her parents never loved each other, Camille is not the result of love. She is the result of too much wine.

When her mother found out she was pregnant with a half Fey, half Vampire child, she was frightened. She didn't know what to do. So she ran away from home, and hid herself away until the child was born.

When she was born, she didn't want her. Why would she want to see a living reminder of her mistake every day for the rest of her life?

So Camille's mother gave her up before Camille had even learned her first word. She ended up with a young woman named Luna, with long, raven black hair. The woman was far too young to be a mother, at only eighteen, but she didn't care. She saw Camille, stranded, and helpless, and decided to help. Luna, Camille's adoptive mother was a witch, as were Luna's family, and fiance.

This was were Camille was raised. With a witch family who traveled non-stop. They went all over the world, never really settling in one place for more than a month. Most children would hate this life. It would keep them from making friends. However, Camille loved it. She got to see new and exciting things all the time. In order to pay for their travels, her family conned and stole, and so Camille learned how to deceive, as well as witchcraft, for they raised her like a witch.

Then tragedy struck. Her family was caught by the law, and, for their crimes of thievery and conning, they were all executed. All but Camille, for she had been out shopping when the officials had come and found her family.

Alone again, Camille began to travel about, doing as she pleased and only as she pleased.



| Abilities |
"I am a mixture of three breeds. Let's just say my abilities are very... wide-ranged." Camille, as a hybrid, has the abilities of both Vampires, and Fey, which include things like persuasion, speed, strength, ect, but she also has the ability to perform witchcraft, due to being raised by a witch family.

| Other |
"I think I've told you enough." Her cat, (the first row of pictures) Shasta, is her eternal companion. (Her adoptive mother bonded them). Shasta is more than just a pet. The creature is connected to her. They can speak telepathically, and neither can die.



❝Theme Song❞



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Kill Your Heros - Awolnation
Well, I met an old man
Dying on a train.
No more destination,
No more pain.
Well, he said
"One thing before I graduate
Never let your fear decide your fate."

I say ya kill your heroes and
Fly, fly, baby don't cry.
No need to worry cause
Everybody will die.
Every day we just
Go, go, baby don't go.
Don't you worry we
Love you more than you know.

Well, the sun one day will
Leave us all behind.
Unexplainable sightings
In the sky.
Well, I hate to be
The one to ruin the night.
Right before your, right before your eyes.

I say ya kill your heroes and
Fly, fly, baby don't cry.
No need to worry cause
Everybody will die.
Every day we just
Go, go, baby don't go.
Don't you worry we
Love you more than you know.

Well, I met an old man
Dying on a train.
No more destination,
No more pain.
Well he said
"One thing, before I graduate
Never let your fear decide your fate."

I say ya kill your heroes and
Fly, fly, baby don't cry.
No need to worry cause
Everybody will die.
Every day we just
Go, go, baby don't go.
Don't you worry we
Love you more than you know.

I say ya kill your heroes and
Fly, fly, baby don't cry.
Don't you worry cause
Everybody will die.
Every day we just
Go, go, baby don't go.
Don't you worry we
Love you more than you know.


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So begins...

Camille Nightshade's Story

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Character Portrait: Camille Nightshade Character Portrait: Kraken Nanthos Character Portrait: Ryouto Mitsunobu Character Portrait: Rosetta Vanset Stoane {Roh-set-a} {Van-set} { Character Portrait: Ashton Lin Krystal

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Camille's long, silver-blonde hair danced behind her as she ran. A wicked grin curved on her lips, legs pumping forward and back over and over again as she chased her prey, fangs elongated, normally navy-black eyes now a liquid silver color from bloodlust.

Adrenaline pumped it's way through her veins, and she couldn't help but laugh wickedly. It wasn't often that she got to give chase. Only when she was hunting others like her. Well... Not like her exactly. In all her years, Camille had never met a single person like her, with half-vampire, half-fey blood coursing through her veins and the power of witch magic at her fingertips. No, she'd never met another tri-breed before, let alone one of such diverse specie's. However, when hunting, it was always more fun to hunt those that weren't human. Humans were so slow and clumsy, sometimes Camille wondered how they ever got anywhere. Hunting them was good sometimes, because their fear was always thrilling, but hunting other non-humans was better, because, if they were a species that had super-speed like her, it was so much more fun to chase.

Ahead of her, her prey leapt, flying through the air towards the roof of the next building, for they were running along the rooftops, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. Quickly, Camille jumped, and gracefully landed on the other side without so much as a stumble, where as, when her prey had hit the other roof, she'd cracked an ankle and rolled across the rooftop, and was now, feebly trying to crawl on all fours towards the fire escape.

Camille's fangs glittered when she grinned. She had her. "Don't be afraid." She purred, slight French accent tinging her words, and the girl stopped immediately and turned to face her, a look of both pleasure and sheer horror on her face. Pleasure in hearing Camille's smooth-as-silk fey voice, with a yearning to hear more, and horror as something dawned on her. Something she hadn't realized before.

"Who?- You're?" The small brunette girl struggled to find words. "But how?" Was all she could say, and Camilled crossed the roof and squatted down beside the girl, forcing her to look in her liquid silver eyes with a hand at the back of her head.

"Yes." She hissed. "I'm a hybrid. Now, honey, I'm going to have to ask that you don't squirm. It will make it easier for both of us."

At Camille's will, the girl nodded and stretched her neck out for her. There would be no way the girl could refuse the musical voice of a fey. "Just... Please don't kill me." She whispered, pinching her eyes shut, and Camille gave her a faux expression of pity as she stroked the girl's hair while she cried and shook helplessly.

"Aw, darling." She whispered as she leaned closer, her lips at the girl's ear. "You know I wish I could do that, but, you see, you're an angel. The venom in my fangs will kill you anyway. But I promise," she whispered soothingly. "I'll drain you quick so you don't have to suffer that slow death."

With that, she leaned in and sunk her fangs into the girls throat, and moaned with delight as she drained the sweet blood. The girl was an angel, wings-and-all, and angels always had the sweetest blood. It was like drinking liquid sunshine, and it almost made her want to cry out, but crying out would require her to stop, so she held her tongue until the girl was dry, and dead.

She stood, wiping a drop of the angel's golden blood from the corner of her lips and licking her finger. "Sorry babe." She said to the body. "But on the upside, you made a delicious meal."

With that, Camille turned away, about to leave, when she smelled something on the air. Blood. The silver of her eyes had drained back to their regular deep navy color while draining the angel's blood, but now, with the scent of new blood, small cracks of silver began to take over her irises again.

Camille stood and walked to the edge of the rooftop. A couple of buildings away, on the ground in the park, was a small, rather odd gathering.

Her curiosity piqued, Camille leapt daintily and soundlessly, from rooftop to rooftop, until she was directly over the group, and crouched down, peering over the side of the building with interest to watch. The group seemed to be a very random assortment of species's. A vampire, and apparently a new one, judging by the way she looked overcome by the sight of blood, a cat-human mix, some sort of spirit agent, and a... She had to lean closer to believe what she was seeing. Was that a fey? Yes, there was a fey down there with the group too.

Camille's already large eyes widened. "This should be... amusing in the least." She murmured to herself as she pulled up her black hood, covering her platinum hair, hiding her facial features, tuned into the conversation, and watched the make-shift group.

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Character Portrait: Camille Nightshade Character Portrait: Kraken Nanthos Character Portrait: Ryouto Mitsunobu Character Portrait: Rosetta Vanset Stoane {Roh-set-a} {Van-set} { Character Portrait: Ashton Lin Krystal

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"Uh... Master...? Is it me, or do humans start to become entranced by the sight of blood?" Yukimura Sanada asked Ryouto.

"No. Why?"

"Because either that girl is afraid of blood, or she's vampire."

"...." Ryouto grinned. "Vampire's don't exist." He was't aware of the growl that the girl was growling at him now, and baring her fangs.

"Master. She's has canines." Mira tugeed on Ryouto's clothing from behind to see a version of the woman that was a bit more... feral-like. She was ready to pounce on him when suddenly...

"Hi! My name is Kraken!" The newcomer grinned. He didn't even hide his ears or his tail. Ryouto facepalmed. Is he even trying to not get captured by an FBI agent?

"My god." The girl from before groaned. "I really am insane."

Ryouto couldn't help but laugh. "You and me against the world, miss."

"Master, a new unearthly-" Mira's warning was interupted by another facepalm. "Geez... You must be REALLY tired if you don't want to hear me warn you."

"Yes, yes I am." Ryouto sighed. "I don't remember attracting so many things so... supernatural back in Japan." Things are going too crazy for him. First he meets a girl, then he gets multiple warnings from Mira about an "unearthly force" approaching at one time. What the hell is this?!

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Character Portrait: Camille Nightshade Character Portrait: Asher Evans

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Asher sensed it. All of it. Being alive for two-thousand years, his sixth sense has grown exponentially. The Master Immortalis of God can easily see the forming group from a mile away. However, he also sensed an angel's death. At first, Asher nearly cried. He feared that the new dead angel was Eva, his girlfriend. Asher still loved her, even if he ran away. However, Asher could also tell it wasn't Eva. She never died so easily. The angel that he sensed was quickly destroyed- too quickly. Too weak of an angel to be Elite.

Asher walked on the side walk, aligning his shadow with the one of the rooftop on the right. He shadow traveled up to the roof, then saw a stranger. She had a black hoodie on, and she also had silver hair like Asher. The difference was that she also had some blonde hair mixed in as well. Asher just walked. His footsteps could be heard. His breathing could be heard. He could easily hide his scent and sight if he wanted to. Asher wasn't even taking this seriously.

The Immortalis shadow traveled up to the roof of where the angel laid. Long brown hair, jeans, and a tank top. "Poor girl..." He muttered as he knelt to get a better look at her corpse. "Rest in peace." Asher made a sign of the cross- something he doesn't do often anymore- and prayed to God. Prayed that the angel would be okay. Asher then stood up, and waited for the stranger to notice his presence. In his hand was already a fireball, and the other hand wielded a sheathed sword.

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Camille's usually exceptional hearing and senses were all focused on the sight before her of this strange group, so it was no wonder she didn't hear the footsteps or the breathing of the approaching stranger at first.

Then his scent drifted towards her, and she knew she had a visitor. However, she did not jump, or move to face him. She didn't even turn her head. She sat, solid as a stone, face turned forward, while her eyes were turned to the stranger, watching his movements, her senses now on him instead. An Immotalis. Once again, Camille thanked fate for blessing her with the blood of a fey, and, as such, the ability to sense the species's of others. "Poor girl..." She heard him mutter as he looked down at Camille's kill. "Rest in peace."

He then turned towards her, and gripped his weapons, to which she finally chose to acknowledge his presence and stood as well, turning to face him. Her hood covered her facial features, she she pushed it back, revealing a wicked, fanged grin on her beautiful, delicate, fey face.

She gestured to the body. "Like my handiwork?" She said with a soft, musical chuckle, then gestured to the weapons. "Relax Immortalis." She said, figuring he would be surprised that she knew what he was. "I've already eaten. Unless you attack me, I have no business with you." She gestured to the body once more. "And, if you're thinking of revenge, save it." She smirked. "The girl practically gave me her blood. Plus anyway, vampires have to eat too you know, it's not exactly a crime to kill your food."

Again, she glanced at the group below her, then back to the Immortalis. Everything about her said relaxed, at ease. Her posture was lax, her face held no expression other than amusement, and her words rolled smoothly off her tongue. However, on the inside, Camille was on high alert. She was watching every detail of this stranger, catching the smallest things, so she would be ready if he chose to attack.

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The woman in front of him turned around and pulled down her hoodie to reveal two fangs and a grin. "Like my handiwork?" She said with a soft, musical chuckle, then gestured to the weapons. "Relax Immortalis. I've already eaten. Unless you attack me, I have no business with you." The girl gestured again, and smirked as she said "And, if you're thinking of revenge, save it. The girl practically gave me her blood. Plus anyway, vampires have to eat too you know, it's not exactly a crime to kill your food."

Despite him noticing her knowledge of his race and the last statement being a taunt, Asher's expression remained stoic and emotionless. The Master Immortalis of God extinguished the fire ball in his hand, but didnt sheath his sword. It wasn't fear, it was caution. "And I suggest for you to stop feeding on angels, hybrid." Asher responded rather coldly- hell, you can even see his breath. Ironic that its summer. You shouldn't be able to do that. Then again, Asher had power over ice, so this is his way of showing hostility. "You vampires always drain your victims dry. Why not just leave them alive but barely enough to remember the whole ordeal?l"

Asher Evans Immortalis was born two thousand years ago. He has enough wisdom to know what the woman in front of him was: a vampire and a Fey. A vampire because she had the fangs and the fact that she said it herself. And, only Feys would be able to see through an Immortalis's disguise. "Don't be surprised I know your kind as well, hybrid." Asher stated. "I am old enough to know, and I don't mean 100 years old."

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Camille watched his face, waiting for a twitch of the eye, or a raising of eyebrows. Something that would give her some sort of hint towards his intentions, however, she found nothing. His face was as blank, and expressionless as a stone.

However, he did extinguish the ball of fire in his hand, and Camille smiled slightly at the gesture, but also noticed the way his sword remained out. Just in case. "And I suggest for you to stop feeding on angels, hybrid." He said to her, to which, she raised a single eyebrow delicately and chuckled slightly, watching his icy breath curl from his lips, despite the summer heat. "You vampires always drain your victims dry. Why not just leave them alive but barely enough to remember the whole ordeal?l"

Camille only shrugged. "Let me ask you a question Immortalis." She said simply. "When you eat a meal, do you eat all of it, or take a few bites, and leave the rest to go to waste everytime?" She asked with a smile. "And do you not like a dessert every now and then? A vampire's meal is no different than anyone else. We have to drain to feel full, and as for angels, their blood is sweet and pure, making them a nice treat every once in a while." She flicked her wrist nonchalantly, as though she was discussing nothing more than weather the sky was blue or red. "Besides, I couldn't have left her alive even if I wanted to. The venom in a vampire's fangs, the same venom that causes a human to change, will kill an angel."

"Don't be surprised I know your kind as well, hybrid." The boy said, and again, Camille raised an eyebrow in amusemet. "I am old enough to know, and I don't mean 100 years old."

Camille smiled slightly. "Well congratulations Immortalis, not many people are privy to that information. Not many that are alive, anyway. Consider yourself lucky ma chéri." She said, using the French word for "my darling". When he spoke of his age, she looked him over closely once more, making sure she'd never come across him before. It seemed highly unlikely that they'd both lived so long and never run into each other, but here he was, and she was sure she'd never seen him before.

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Adion was running, fast as his newish body could. He was still getting used to the feel of being a werewolf all the time. Getting used to not having memories before today. Getting used to running and hiding. All of a sudden he felt as if his feet were in they air. He looked down to see the ground beneath him getting smaller. Before he could comprehend the fact that he was in the air, Adion slammed through the part of the building that Camille was standing on, then bouncing off of the building after that. Adion then got up, rubbing his head. Next he shook out his fur, making sure that no dust was stuck in his fur. He then snorted slightly before walking out into the street, seeing the trees of the park.

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"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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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“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!

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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.

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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.

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“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.