Ryouto Mitsunobu's Story

"Ah... Master, I'm so tired...." To a mortal, no one would've heard that voice.

"I know... Me too...." Again, any mortal would never hear that voice.

"Count us five as well..." Another voice groaned.

Ryouto sighed. "I think it's time we should just stop by and eat breakfast or something... Or at least me. I still don't know if you guys can even EAT at all." To any normal person, they'd think he was talking to an imaginary friend that Ryouto never let go. However, behind the tired stranger were 7 spirits, all seen by Ryouto's kind and anyone who enters a battle with him. The thing is, Ryouto is a Spirit Agent, whose job is to investigate and stop disturbances around the world that might potentially be related to some kind of ghost. Ryouto made many friends along the way on his mission, alive or dead. Hell, he even enjoyed his time with that Pillow Ghost, who stole his pillow from right under him as he slept.

However, Ryouto and his team were not in a happy mood. They were hungry, starving even. At least the ghosts are already dead... Ryouto thought. I'll die if this keeps up...

Mira, the female ghost who called Ryouto her master, replied to his last statement, which was a little rude to ghosts in general. "We eat the sacrifices that humans make for us, Master.... Even though we can't eat normal foods we can still eat what you give us willingly. Eating is probably one of the few luxaries that we spirits retain after death...."

Ryouto sighed. He's got a lot of money, but he's going to use a lot of it in one go. "Alright.... Anyone wants McDonald's?" Silence. "Uh.... Master Wok?" And everybody raised their hand. Japanese food it is.... Ryouto mentally sighed.

Rosetta massaged her temples as she walked down the street. She could hear the voices of the people and the thumping of her black combat boots against the concrete, but it all seemed blurred together until it became one big and annoying buzz. I’ll go to the park, she thought. The park would, hopefully, be nice and quiet. A place to relax.
As she jogged to her destination she realized that the walk had not been the brightest of ideas. Even though it was kind of cold, the sun was bright and shining. This was a predicament. She had never hated the sun before but now she shied away from its poisonous light, ducking into any shaded area she could find. But what else was she to do? She couldn’t keep herself penned up in her room all day. She was a wreck! Recalling her appearance she pulled the hood of her jacket up to hide her hair. She hadn’t brushed it thoroughly enough before leaving the room. The room. Oh crap. What if maintenance went up to check the apartment and saw the mess? No, they couldn’t do that. She had locked the door, right? It was too late to turn back now anyway.
The hunger in her stomach was still ebbing away at her. Maybe I’ll stop by a Burger King on the way. But she knew what would happen soon after consuming the burger. Her body would reject the food and shed throw up. It now occurred to her how strange it was to not have eaten or drunk anything in a week, and yet still be able to live. Shouldn’t she have dried cracked lips? Shouldn’t she be limp and dehydrated? She was still strong as ever though, maybe even stronger. It was like she was dead. She shuddered at the thought. What if she was? What if they had killed her and the only thing she ate was flesh, like a zombie? Reality check, monsters don’t exist.
Lost in her worries, Rose didn’t notice she was in the park until a voice startled her. “Alright.... Anyone want McDonald's?" The voice paused before saying, "Uh.... Master Wok?" A boy who appeared to be her age was talking to himself. Strange. It was also strange that Rose could even hear him, since he was all the way across the park, walking on the street. She didn’t recall being able to hear this well. Jogging until she was right behind him, she cleared her throat. “Umm, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help notice that you seem to be talking to yourself.” Then she blushed. Any sane person would never go up to a person who was talking to themselves. What was she doing? Then her face got even redder as she realized that he was probably on a Bluetooth or something. Oh my god. This was embarrassing. But Rose couldn’t turn away now. That would make HER seem like the insane one. Although, maybe she wasn’t exactly right in her head. Maybe she had imagined the boy talking to himself. Once again she wished she hadn’t come out for this stupid walk.

Ryouto sighed. He started to speak in fluent Japanese to his spirits, which was their- both the spirits' and his- native tongues. "Why do I even ask you guys if you keep giving me the same answer?"

Yukimura Sanada's spirit sighed. "I thought it would be obvious. We all originated in Japan, our diets modeled after an average Japanese citizen's. Shouldn't you know this by now?"

Every other spirit nodded, but then Mira snapped and turned around, pointing to an individual jogging towards Ryouto's direction. "Master. I sense something strange about this woman."

Ryouto looked to the jogger. "I don't know, Mira. She looks normal enough."

"Hm... Alright." Mira muttered, still glaring at the jogger. "We'll keep out eyes on her in the meantime..."

Ryouto watched as the woman jogged to him. She was wearing a hoodie and a pair of jeans. Her facial features, unfortunately, were hidden under the girl's hood. “Umm, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help notice that you seem to be talking to yourself.”

Ryouto sighed. He heard all seven of his spirits snicker, chuckle, or just giggled. This is one of the disadvantages of a Spirit Agent: people think you deserve to be in a mental institution. "I get that a lot, miss..." Ryouto spoke in fluent English. "Just... Ignore me."

Suddenly, Flamberge walked to him and whispered into his ear. "Master, she jogged all the way from the other side of the park. No one can hear you talking to us from that distance."

Ryouto's eyebrows raised in suspicious as he examined the girl again. If only her clothes didnt hide so much... If be able to know a little more... Maybe. Ryouto thought. "Um... Bye, miss..." He said, nodding before fast walking away. However, within the first step of his way to go to the nearest Japanese food place, a familiar spirit with green hair and blue Chinese clothes attacked with a sword, making a small cut on Routo's arm, who reacted quickly to the sound of air getting cut. "Haha!" Qing Long, the spirit of a sword of the same name, laughed. "I finally got you! That's for beating me the last time we fought!"

Ryouto's spirit, Flamberge- another spirit of a sword-, moved to Qing Long. "Uh...." Qing Long was obviously intimidated by the sight of a spirit way stronger than her, and fled as fast as she can. "Are you alright, Master?" Mira asked Ryouto.

"Yeah. Just a cut..." Ryouto replied to Mira, smiling. Then the Spirit Agent realized he's probably still in the sights of the stranger. "Uh... You didn't see anything, did you?"

Rose stood nervously waiting for the boy to reply. Her locket, that had gone unnoticed by her until now, lay cold against her skin tucked safely behind the two layers of clothing. It seemed to pulsate in place of her heart that she could not seem to hear beating, no matter how nervous she was. “I get that a lot miss…” Rose’s head snapped up. So she hadn’t been imagining it. She did a mental celebration that she wasn’t hearing things. In the distance she heard snickers and giggles. They were faint as if they were leaves floating along in the wind, but they were defiantly there. She dismissed them as children in the distance.
The boy was still muttering to himself but Rose felt as if she were at home. Like she could trust this stranger. In fact, she probably looked shady herself with herself with her hood pulled low over her eyes. She reached up and pulled on a loose strand of hair contemplating this. Finally she reached a decision and pulled down the hood revealing her face and her maybe slightly less unruly hair. But before the boy reacted there was a quick flash and the boy jumped.
The young girl blinked. The man was still standing there in the same place as always. Nothing had changed except the expression on his face. No there was a tiny cut on his lower arm. “Uh,” he paused “You didn’t see anything, did you?” he inquired. “See anything?” Rose said. Her voice sounded strange to her. As if she was mesmerized. “A cut. You have a cut. There’s bl- blood.” She stuttered. The stranger might have said something else. She didn’t know. It was as if the world was standing still. All she could hear was the thump of the boys heart. Had his veins always been so blue, so exposed in his wrist. And his pulse. It made Rose shiver the way she could hear the racing of blood. It would be so easy to snap this mortal’s neck in half. So easy to break him like a twig, and have all of that thick sweet liquid to herself. But something told her it would not be that easy. This man could easily be a predator, just like her. A growl rose to her throat. She would give him a threat. A challenge. If he was weak and scared it would be easy to suck him try like her own personal water canteen. Oh, but it would be much sweeter than water. Maybe even bitter sweet. In the back of her mind, a little part of her told her not to do it. She was human wasn’t she. You and I know that I’m nowhere near human she thought. She couldn’t stop herself. She approached the man, ready to lunge.
A thud snapped Rose out of her trance. A young high school male approached her. He looked normal… if you could ignore the swishing tail and the big twitching ears. He stuck his hand out and introduced himself but Rose didn’t reply. There had to be a logical reasonable explanation for this. Yes, there was she thought. “My god,” She said aloud “I really am insane.”

It was strange to watch a cat and a dog talk to each other peacefully and even stranger that an unruly werewolf was being so polite, but Ashton figured it was normal in this city. They’ve lost their pride, he mused. They’ve fallen to the same level. The were cat had apparently gotten bored and jumped up onto the opposite roof of Ashton. He didn’t, however notice the Fey and started running, jumping from roof to roof, towards the west. Ashton glanced back at the big, bad, and polite wolf but he wasn’t there. Bored Ashton jumped up and followed the cat boy.
When he got to the park he saw a strange sight. The cat was holding his hand out expectantly towards what seemed to be a bewildered human, while what seemed to be a sprit wielder (OOC: Fey, being a high class being, can kind of sense what being you are and can see spirits that most cannot.) standing with them. He decided to saunter up to them, his hands in his jean pockets. He was about to make a sarcastic joke about how a human, a kitty cat, and a “mage” walked into a bar when suddenly he sensed something. A peculiar aura surrounded the mortal. Then he saw delicate fang poke out of her upper lip before quickly disappearing. His eyes narrowed. His upper lip curled. “Vampire.” He snarled

Kraken's left ear twitched, someone was walking towards them he could hear it. Kraken turned towards the guy walking towards them. Kraken backed away, this guy reeked of hostility, and Kraken didn't want to get involved in a fight, he didn't want to hurt the guy too badly. Kraken turned and looked for a way to run if he it came to violence, but if the people here couldn't protect themselves, he would fight. Kraken, against his instincts, walked up to the guy approaching them "And who might you be?" Kraken asked, trying to avoid a fight.

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.

"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?!

"And who might you be?" The young cat boy asked. Ashton looked the snarl dropping off his face. Was this guy in league with the blood sucker? “Ashton.” He answered. He didn’t bother inquiring about the boy’s identity. He didn’t care. He looked around. There was the spirit dude, the cat boy, the vampire and himself. Ashton sensed two other presences though. One, he could tell, was an Immortalis, strange in these parts. The other was a mystery. One moment there was a vampire, the next a strong Fey like himself. Maybe his sixth sense was going out of whack.
He dismissed the thoughts and turned back to the mosquito. He couldn’t help it; a confident laugh escaped his lips. Was this vampire really bowing down to him? Of course not. She was injured but it was still funny. Quickly his eyes scanned for the dangerous threat that had knocked the girl down, unaware that his mouth was shooting off smart remarks. He didn’t see anything but he decided to get it over with and put the girl out of her misery. Then he’d flee; he didn’t need any more trouble before tonight. He had been wasting time and gotten a newbie vampire that didn’t know the first thing about fighting. He was lucky.
Slowly he stepped towards the girl. His legs buckled. He drew in a sharp breath. He didn’t know where the pain had come from but suddenly it was there, in the center of his chest. He was not face to face with the girl. He just had to pull his dagger out… But the pain was unbearable and his neck fell limp. Something soft brushed against him. Soft lips pressed against his collar bone and slowly crept up to his neck. Then two sharp needles penetrated the skin.
He didn’t feel the pleasure, or the agony of the bite. But he could feel a sweet and sour taste on his tongue. Something invisible was clogging up his throat. He spluttered, but the warm liquid didn’t go away. He didn’t feel weak, however. In fact he was getting stronger and stronger. Meanwhile thoughts rushed through his mind. Was this bloodsucker really taking HIS blood? Had he really let her bite him? How could that have happened? He was repulsed. She wasn’t allowed, should even have dared, to take away a part of him. Anger rushed through his veins and he threw the girl off of him.
She landed hard. Her eyes were now a sparkling aqua. They were big and frightened now. He smirked. She should be scared. He slapped his hand to the wound. A few moments later all that was left on his perfect skin was a small blood stain. He wanted to rip the girl from limb to limb. Wanted to torture her and make her beg for mercy. The smile was replaced with a frown. This was the only problem with Fey, not that he’d ever admit it. If They got too carried away, it could lead to utter disaster, a very messy surrounding, and a couple of dead bodies as well.
Ashton examined the girl. Why had she fallen to the ground? Why had he fallen? He glanced around one more looking for an attacker. “Are you two with this mosquito?” he asked the two boys. Waiting for an answer he turned back to the vampire. That’s when he saw it. The locket from years ago. HIS locket. (OOC: See Ashton’s bio for details.)

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.

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.

“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.

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!