The World of Darth [ON HOLD]

[MacPere]

Rolias had left his previous patched-up patient in a fluster of calls, finally heeding to them as he quickly stepped to the emergency ward.

"What on Earth is going--" He immediately recoiled as the ward filled with the dense, thick musk of charred flesh. A dry cough racked his throat and caused him to double over slightly, feet remaining determined and continuing to move to the patient.

Rolias grimaced at the sight of many soldiers and a woman - most likely a relative, speaking from her dress - surrounding the injured party's bed. He politely asked for a way through the mass of armour and squeezed himself through the crowd, eyes widening as he reached the forefront.

Never, ever, had he witnessed such horrific burns to one so young...

"Right..." He had managed to speak out after a silent gulp. "I am sure that my team and I cannot work with a crowd of guards."

Hastily, the guards ushered themselves out, some lacking behind to escort the girl wherever she may be needed whilst the majority headed back to the funeral.

The mother, however, hesitated, looking to her child with tear-blurred eyes. She spoke with the same attitude, voice wobbling from the fear. "D-Doctor... I... She is a..."

"--Vampire?" Rolias had already opened the girl's mouth to check for damage inside, noting her fangs with an indifferent hum. "Do not worry yourself, madam. I am completely impartial toward the entire race issue, and make sure that my staff are as well."

He straightened with a sigh and gently moved the girl's head, cooing and apologising at the pain of it.

"We will need to remove all of her clothes. Cyric, prepare a bath of cool water for the girl. Teris, we will need a sizable amount of bandages. Alna and I shall check for other injuries and any shrapnel, get to it!"  

[Tonash Drahow]

Vincent was only half-surprised at the arrival of an unexpected visitor to the rooftop. Her weapon was poised to threaten, not kill, a trait that the seasoned old hunter could recognize with ease.

"My thoughts? My dear pale girl, you surely only heard my laughter and emotion. Certainly had you seen my thoughts, you would have gone blind with rage."

The silver-haired man grinned with a wicked smile.

"I'll give you credit that you managed to get within fifty meters of me before I could feel that hatred getting close. However, if you think you've got any reason for detaining me on this rooftop, simply admiring the view, then I'd say you're sorely mistaken."

His eyes belied a far more sinister intention as he gazed at her directly.

"Even more so should you believe that I'd come quietly to such a ridiculous accusation."  

[Angeles Valentine]

Anegles bore her fangs for a moment before hissing, ""Worrisome lot, they are. If it were me, I'd wait until nightfall, when their self-confidence in their abilities supercedes their common sense. Of course, that's exactly what I have planned.""

She then eyed him, seeing how he would react to being directly quoted, "I may not be the one to bring you in, but i will keep you here until the unit can spare a man or two to do it for me. You may either come quietly or you may come with a fight. Either way you will be brought in for questioning. What they do with you afterwards is none of my concern. What you say to them in questioning is also none of my concern. The serenity of the funeral was all I cared for this night, and that has been ruined, and thus far you seem the most likely culprit."

She held her scythe ready to wait for what the human would do. Fighting a vampire in the dead of night was an unwise idea, but, this man seemed full of unwise thoughts, so perhaps it did not matter in the slightest.  

[Zulma san]

Emilia raised an eyebrow at Kageko. An attack?! the werewolf disagreed. She could see what was happening on the roof but that was none of her concern. She had seen the smile on the man's face earlier and the knew who the vampire by his side was. But sadly she knew that many would smile on this mournful day, a smile did not mean much.

The Kings stood up and opened their arms. "Peace shall prevail." they both said in one voice and the crowed bowed in silence.
Without another word, they slowly went down the podium to their horses. Kind Christopher's head turned for a quick second towards the man on top of the building. A strange gesture for the werewolf Emilia. Do they know each other? she wondered.

Emilia followed King Fenris and helped him to his horse, he did not seem to see her. The woman made a motion towards Kageko. The two of them were supposed to ride along side with the Kings. Other members were framing the human King.
Emilia totally despised riding and the horses totally agreed with her being someone they did not want to be ridden by. However she had no choice and she had learned to not fall from a horse. The horses slowly moved towards the castles, or rather the complex building which was truly three castles in one. At a quick path, the monarchs reached their respective quarters and the Unit was dismissed.

The funeral was now over but many people remained by the fire staring at it. Everything was now silent but for the cracking of the fire.  

[Ale Posselna]

" Hum..." Ria didn't know what to think right now. Luckilly, the crowd listened to the Kings' appeal and settled down, and the funeral ended without further commotion, allowing Queen Charlotte to rest in peace.

However, Ria's mind was not at peace. She noticed the glance King Christopher took at the roof where the woman had vanished. " He knows something! " she thought, and looked at her father.

"I know what you want." he said, before she could open her mouth. "Don't look so surprised, I've been watching you all day. Your mind had been everywhere but here."

Ria was about to reply to that, for besides his statement being inaccurate, she was not a little child anymore, she could act the way she choose, but he continued " Serves me right, for having raised you this way." he sighed "Tomorrow, you come with me and I'll ask him. I can't make any promises, though. Things have changed since you were a little girl." He put an arm around Melissa's shoulders and the two started heading home.

Ria glanced one last time at the roof, before heading back to her own house. Yes, things surely had changed, she concluded, while trailing along the street.  

[Miss McNinja]

The funeral had ended, and the family remained for a few more moments to silently pay their respects. After a short while, young Cedric began to get bored and restless and the family had little choice but to return home before the boy caused too much of a fuss. With an exasperated sigh, Kristoph placed his son back down onto the ground, holding him firmly by the hand so that he wouldn't wander amongst the busy crowds and get lost. He hoped that letting him do some walking would occupy him enough until they got home. The last thing he wanted was to have little Ced whining at him on a day like this.

Alice took the boy by the other hand, and the family of three started off on their short journey home, which was only a few streets away. They stopped in a more open space and lifted little Cedric between them to swing him back and forth in the air playfully and keep his spirits raised. They then continued on, turning the corner onto the street where their family Blacksmith and home was located. Kristoph released his grasp on the child's hand to rummage in his pockets, trying to locate the key that opened the front door to the Smithy. Within a few moments of clumsily flipping through several different keys he located the right one and opened the door, holding it open so that his family could enter before going inside himself.

As Alice and Cedric went on their way to the living quarters upstairs, Kristoph removed his coat and hung it on a coat hanger beside the entrance. Whilst he was there he leant over to the window and proceeded to reopen the shop, flipping the sign in the window from "Closed" back to "Open". It seemed odd working on a day like this, but life had to go on. Dead Queen or not, food needed to be put on the table. The Smithy had a large display of Kristoph's handiwork, from iron gates, to decorative items, furniture, and much more... But it was obvious that his most prized works were his weapons. He looked to them with pride, all displayed upon the walls in a much more elaborate and careful manner than the rest of his works. They all ranged from decorative pieces of elegance and beauty, to brute weapons designed for causing as much damage as possible. A smile crept onto the man's face as he walked to the stairway, calling up to his wife. "'Ey, Alice! Think you could toss me my work clothes down here? I know how ratty you tend to get when I start working in my good outfit.."

The man smirked, stepping out of the way as a cooking pot came hurtling down the stairs in his direction, soon followed by a filthy shirt, pants and apron. Kristoph had certainly touched a raw nerve there. He bent down and picked up the clothes, at the same time placing the pot on the bottom step for Alice to retrieve later once she'd calmed down. He quickly shut the curtains and stripped down, dressing himself into his working clothes. Somehow, Kristoph had managed to smear dirt over himself already whilst pulling his shirt over his head, his face now bearing a thick black smudge down his left cheek. He reopened the curtains and folded his clean clothes, placing them at the base of the staircase beside the cooking pot. It was going to be one of those long days...  

[HeadlessKoko]

Kageko watched what Emilia was going to do, and saw that... she was going to do nothing. she thought, She glanced at the rooftop again and saw that the fight was already over, . She quickly took note of both faces, guessing that the one on top was an ally of sorts, seeing how Emilia hadn't reacted to her warning at all.
Kageko swiftly followed Emilia and the Kings down the podium, she didn't want to evoke her anger again, and kept an eye on Emilia so as not to miss anything. She noticed the suspicious look on Emilia's face and looked over at who she was looking at . Before she could ponder it any longer, Emilia had motioned Kageko to go over to King Fenris's side with her. Kageko followed suit and got on a horse when Emilia hopped onto one, hiding her kunai in her sleeve again while doing so. The horse shook a bit as she got on, but she quickly calmed the horse down. After getting settled she moved along with the rest of the entourage.
When they reached the castle, she followed Emilia until they had safely taken the king to his quarters. After doing so, Kageko, along with the rest of the UNIT, was dismissed.
After being dismissed, Kageko started to head back towards the site of the funeral. She wanted to go and see if she could get any info on the culprit by tracing the energy left from the explosions. Of course, that would only work if the brief explosions had left any energy. She made sure her mask was still securely on her face and set off, once again, towards the Queen's funeral pyre.  

[Tonash Drahow]

"You really think that words hold any meaning in this new world that has already come into being?"

He said, his wicked longsword "Thornblade" appearing in his hand in a split second from its sheath. The blinding fast motion combined with the thin side of the blade created an extremely high pitched whine that lasted only a moment.

"I am no man of God. I am merely the messenger of a new era. This age is dying. You and all your kin are the last gasp of hope that you all have some hold in this world."

He swung his blade lazily through the air in front of him, making another high-pitched whine.

"While I personally had nothing to do directly with the disturbance tonight, know that I certainly did enjoy the spectacle."

He stooped into a defensive stance as his cloak flowed out behind him.

"Come then, if you think yourself some type of savior, or one who feels that you can change the will of the world."  

[Angeles Valentine]

"Change the will of the world," Angeles repeated, retracting her scythe and looking at the human through her serpentine green eyes, "you think that I don't know that the demise of my race is inevitable?' she smiled a cruel smile, "as a vampire hunter I'm contributing to it. But as your words are true in that you had nothing to do with the destruction of the integrity of the funeral, I have no more dealings with you and will take me leave."

Angeles turned her back to the human then. He was a foolish one indeed, ready to take on a vampire while there was no sun to weaken her. But as she had said, she was a vampire hunter, not a human hunter, and the fight would have thus been pointless. Angeles stepped off the side of the building and landed straddling the saddle on Alexandria's back. Her eyes lifted to the embers of the Queens death bed and whispered a small apology before gripping Alaxandria's reigns and turning her down the road. The horse's hooves clopped loudly against the cobblestone and echoed down the now almost completely barren street.

She transformed the deathwhisper to its dagger form and slipped it back into the saddlebag. She would go home and get changed. There was, after all, no rest for the wicked, and as such even less for her.  

[Angeles Valentine]

MacPere

Rolias had left his previous patched-up patient in a fluster of calls, finally heeding to them as he quickly stepped to the emergency ward.

"What on Earth is going--" He immediately recoiled as the ward filled with the dense, thick musk of charred flesh. A dry cough racked his throat and caused him to double over slightly, feet remaining determined and continuing to move to the patient.

Rolias grimaced at the sight of many soldiers and a woman - most likely a relative, speaking from her dress - surrounding the injured party's bed. He politely asked for a way through the mass of armour and squeezed himself through the crowd, eyes widening as he reached the forefront.

Never, ever, had he witnessed such horrific burns to one so young...

"Right..." He had managed to speak out after a silent gulp. "I am sure that my team and I cannot work with a crowd of guards."

Hastily, the guards ushered themselves out, some lacking behind to escort the girl wherever she may be needed whilst the majority headed back to the funeral.

The mother, however, hesitated, looking to her child with tear-blurred eyes. She spoke with the same attitude, voice wobbling from the fear. "D-Doctor... I... She is a..."

"--Vampire?" Rolias had already opened the girl's mouth to check for damage inside, noting her fangs with an indifferent hum. "Do not worry yourself, madam. I am completely impartial toward the entire race issue, and make sure that my staff are as well."

He straightened with a sigh and gently moved the girl's head, cooing and apologising at the pain of it.

"We will need to remove all of her clothes. Cyric, prepare a bath of cool water for the girl. Teris, we will need a sizable amount of bandages. Alna and I shall check for other injuries and any shrapnel, get to it!"

Tonas

Vincent was only half-surprised at the arrival of an unexpected visitor to the rooftop. Her weapon was poised to threaten, not kill, a trait that the seasoned old hunter could recognize with ease.

"My thoughts? My dear pale girl, you surely only heard my laughter and emotion. Certainly had you seen my thoughts, you would have gone blind with rage."

The silver-haired man grinned with a wicked smile.

"I'll give you credit that you managed to get within fifty meters of me before I could feel that hatred getting close. However, if you think you've got any reason for detaining me on this rooftop, simply admiring the view, then I'd say you're sorely mistaken."

His eyes belied a far more sinister intention as he gazed at her directly.

"Even more so should you believe that I'd come quietly to such a ridiculous accusation."

Angeles Valentine

Anegles bore her fangs for a moment before hissing, ""Worrisome lot, they are. If it were me, I'd wait until nightfall, when their self-confidence in their abilities supercedes their common sense. Of course, that's exactly what I have planned.""

She then eyed him, seeing how he would react to being directly quoted, "I may not be the one to bring you in, but i will keep you here until the unit can spare a man or two to do it for me. You may either come quietly or you may come with a fight. Either way you will be brought in for questioning. What they do with you afterwards is none of my concern. What you say to them in questioning is also none of my concern. The serenity of the funeral was all I cared for this night, and that has been ruined, and thus far you seem the most likely culprit."

She held her scythe ready to wait for what the human would do. Fighting a vampire in the dead of night was an unwise idea, but, this man seemed full of unwise thoughts, so perhaps it did not matter in the slightest.

Zulma san

Emilia raised an eyebrow at Kageko. An attack?! the werewolf disagreed. She could see what was happening on the roof but that was none of her concern. She had seen the smile on the man's face earlier and the knew who the vampire by his side was. But sadly she knew that many would smile on this mournful day, a smile did not mean much.

The Kings stood up and opened their arms. "Peace shall prevail." they both said in one voice and the crowed bowed in silence.
Without another word, they slowly went down the podium to their horses. Kind Christopher's head turned for a quick second towards the man on top of the building. A strange gesture for the werewolf Emilia. Do they know each other? she wondered.

Emilia followed King Fenris and helped him to his horse, he did not seem to see her. The woman made a motion towards Kageko. The two of them were supposed to ride along side with the Kings. Other members were framing the human King.
Emilia totally despised riding and the horses totally agreed with her being someone they did not want to be ridden by. However she had no choice and she had learned to not fall from a horse. The horses slowly moved towards the castles, or rather the complex building which was truly three castles in one. At a quick path, the monarchs reached their respective quarters and the Unit was dismissed.

The funeral was now over but many people remained by the fire staring at it. Everything was now silent but for the cracking of the fire.

Ale Posselna

" Hum..." Ria didn't know what to think right now. Luckilly, the crowd listened to the Kings' appeal and settled down, and the funeral ended without further commotion, allowing Queen Charlotte to rest in peace.

However, Ria's mind was not at peace. She noticed the glance King Christopher took at the roof where the woman had vanished. " He knows something! " she thought, and looked at her father.

"I know what you want." he said, before she could open her mouth. "Don't look so surprised, I've been watching you all day. Your mind had been everywhere but here."

Ria was about to reply to that, for besides his statement being inaccurate, she was not a little child anymore, she could act the way she choose, but he continued " Serves me right, for having raised you this way." he sighed "Tomorrow, you come with me and I'll ask him. I can't make any promises, though. Things have changed since you were a little girl." He put an arm around Melissa's shoulders and the two started heading home.

Ria glanced one last time at the roof, before heading back to her own house. Yes, things surely had changed, she concluded, while trailing along the street.

Miss McNinja

The funeral had ended, and the family remained for a few more moments to silently pay their respects. After a short while, young Cedric began to get bored and restless and the family had little choice but to return home before the boy caused too much of a fuss. With an exasperated sigh, Kristoph placed his son back down onto the ground, holding him firmly by the hand so that he wouldn't wander amongst the busy crowds and get lost. He hoped that letting him do some walking would occupy him enough until they got home. The last thing he wanted was to have little Ced whining at him on a day like this.

Alice took the boy by the other hand, and the family of three started off on their short journey home, which was only a few streets away. They stopped in a more open space and lifted little Cedric between them to swing him back and forth in the air playfully and keep his spirits raised. They then continued on, turning the corner onto the street where their family Blacksmith and home was located. Kristoph released his grasp on the child's hand to rummage in his pockets, trying to locate the key that opened the front door to the Smithy. Within a few moments of clumsily flipping through several different keys he located the right one and opened the door, holding it open so that his family could enter before going inside himself.

As Alice and Cedric went on their way to the living quarters upstairs, Kristoph removed his coat and hung it on a coat hanger beside the entrance. Whilst he was there he leant over to the window and proceeded to reopen the shop, flipping the sign in the window from "Closed" back to "Open". It seemed odd working on a day like this, but life had to go on. Dead Queen or not, food needed to be put on the table. The Smithy had a large display of Kristoph's handiwork, from iron gates, to decorative items, furniture, and much more... But it was obvious that his most prized works were his weapons. He looked to them with pride, all displayed upon the walls in a much more elaborate and careful manner than the rest of his works. They all ranged from decorative pieces of elegance and beauty, to brute weapons designed for causing as much damage as possible. A smile crept onto the man's face as he walked to the stairway, calling up to his wife. "'Ey, Alice! Think you could toss me my work clothes down here? I know how ratty you tend to get when I start working in my good outfit.."

The man smirked, stepping out of the way as a cooking pot came hurtling down the stairs in his direction, soon followed by a filthy shirt, pants and apron. Kristoph had certainly touched a raw nerve there. He bent down and picked up the clothes, at the same time placing the pot on the bottom step for Alice to retrieve later once she'd calmed down. He quickly shut the curtains and stripped down, dressing himself into his working clothes. Somehow, Kristoph had managed to smear dirt over himself already whilst pulling his shirt over his head, his face now bearing a thick black smudge down his left cheek. He reopened the curtains and folded his clean clothes, placing them at the base of the staircase beside the cooking pot. It was going to be one of those long days...

Kagetsukiko

Kageko watched what Emilia was going to do, and saw that... she was going to do nothing. she thought, She glanced at the rooftop again and saw that the fight was already over, . She quickly took note of both faces, guessing that the one on top was an ally of sorts, seeing how Emilia hadn't reacted to her warning at all.
Kageko swiftly followed Emilia and the Kings down the podium, she didn't want to evoke her anger again, and kept an eye on Emilia so as not to miss anything. She noticed the suspicious look on Emilia's face and looked over at who she was looking at . Before she could ponder it any longer, Emilia had motioned Kageko to go over to King Fenris's side with her. Kageko followed suit and got on a horse when Emilia hopped onto one, hiding her kunai in her sleeve again while doing so. The horse shook a bit as she got on, but she quickly calmed the horse down. After getting settled she moved along with the rest of the entourage.
When they reached the castle, she followed Emilia until they had safely taken the king to his quarters. After doing so, Kageko, along with the rest of the UNIT, was dismissed.
After being dismissed, Kageko started to head back towards the site of the funeral. She wanted to go and see if she could get any info on the culprit by tracing the energy left from the explosions. Of course, that would only work if the brief explosions had left any energy. She made sure her mask was still securely on her face and set off, once again, towards the Queen's funeral pyre.

Tonas

"You really think that words hold any meaning in this new world that has already come into being?"

He said, his wicked longsword "Thornblade" appearing in his hand in a split second from its sheath. The blinding fast motion combined with the thin side of the blade created an extremely high pitched whine that lasted only a moment.

"I am no man of God. I am merely the messenger of a new era. This age is dying. You and all your kin are the last gasp of hope that you all have some hold in this world."

He swung his blade lazily through the air in front of him, making another high-pitched whine.

"While I personally had nothing to do directly with the disturbance tonight, know that I certainly did enjoy the spectacle."

He stooped into a defensive stance as his cloak flowed out behind him.

"Come then, if you think yourself some type of savior, or one who feels that you can change the will of the world."

Angeles Valentine

"Change the will of the world," Angeles repeated, retracting her scythe and looking at the human through her serpentine green eyes, "you think that I don't know that the demise of my race is inevitable?' she smiled a cruel smile, "as a vampire hunter I'm contributing to it. But as your words are true in that you had nothing to do with the destruction of the integrity of the funeral, I have no more dealings with you and will take me leave."

Angeles turned her back to the human then. He was a foolish one indeed, ready to take on a vampire while there was no sun to weaken her. But as she had said, she was a vampire hunter, not a human hunter, and the fight would have thus been pointless. Angeles stepped off the side of the building and landed straddling the saddle on Alexandria's back. Her eyes lifted to the embers of the Queens death bed and whispered a small apology before gripping Alaxandria's reigns and turning her down the road. The horse's hooves clopped loudly against the cobblestone and echoed down the now almost completely barren street.

She transformed the deathwhisper to its dagger form and slipped it back into the saddlebag. She would go home and get changed. There was, after all, no rest for the wicked, and as such even less for her.

These posts have been quoted to prevent them from being lost via the glitch.  

[Tonash Drahow]

Vincent's grin never left his grizzled face as the vampire departed.

He resisted the urge to pursue her, to simply purge the world of another vampiric beast, but stayed his thoughts and his actions as he knew that such a pursuit, particularly in the early evening would likely claim his life due to the unknown surroundings he would find her in and not being able to maximize his advantages.

He sheathed "The Thornblade", a slight whine in the air as it slid comfortably back within its metallic home.

It was a shame she had not engaged him on the roof, he had picked this location to view the funeral for a specific reason. It was a battlefield that could be exploited to his advantage, should an inhuman creature decide to outmaneuver him. The shingles were weak and flimsy, enough force could drive a body through it in a heartbeat and, assuming the assailant was not skewered on a wooden spike in the process, there would be more than enough mobility on his part to make up for the close quarters combat that he would be faced with.

"Alas, easy come, easy go," he chuckled in the wind.

The old hunter thought to himself as he reconsidered her words. She had stated that she hunted her own kind.

A vampire hunting their own kind...

"Original," he said aloud.

Of course, it likely only was in reference to the ghouls created by the vampires when they feasted upon humans without transforming them into full creatures of the night. Those mindless, bloodlusting cretins were below the scum of the earth.

Vincent didn't care who it was though or what she hunted, they were all the same to him. Ghouls, Vampires, Werewolves, all of them demons that needed to be cleansed from the earth.

The funeral was over and the night was young. He still had his orders from Father Bartholomeu to complete and he would not falter. One of King Fenris' high ranking bodyguards would be traveling by himself on patrol tonight, a vampire who was well known for his cunning. He would intercept the official and reintroduce the fear of death to the pathetic creature.

Off of the roof and into the shadows, he disappeared.  

[Zulma san]

Emilia was furious. She was walking back and forth in the meeting room where the other members of the Unit were keeping quiet and calm. One vampire was passing his hand in his hair and shaking his head.

"Calm down Emilia." his deep voice ordered.

"I am calm." growled the werewolf. Everyone could see that it was not true but no one really tried to comment on it.

The reason for Emilia's anger? The youngest member of the Unit was not there for the debriefing session.

"Maybe no one told her?" offered one of the other female members.

"It does not matter!" roared Emilia. "She did not check with anyone before she took off." she paused clenching her jaws. "She is too young." she hissed.

"Emilia!" the vampire's voice was annoyed and without appeal. "We had this discussion already. We voted. You have to accept that decision."

Emilia stared at the chief of the unit. A male vampire who looked more like a werewolf than a vampire, with long pitch black hair and a strangely darker skin ton.
The werewolf remembered far too well how three voted for the admission of Kageko while two, included herself, voted against. The vote was unknown to the young human, although she probably could feel that Emilia was not her best friend.

"Go find her." ordered Louis, the vampire.

"Me?!" Emilia half chocked. Another member made a step forward to offer to go fetch Kageko but Louis raised his hand and the member stopped with a sigh.
The eyes of Louis were not joking and Emilia would obey. With a growl of annoyance, she left the room, closing the door heavily.

For a moment the members of the unit stayed silent. Then one spoke. "What's wrong with her?"

Louis shook his head. "I don't know." but deep in him, he feared that he might.

The outside air did not calm down Emilia and as she walked towards the pyre, hoping that she would find the kid there, her anger was getting worst.  

[Tonash Drahow]

It did not take the seasoned hunter long to find the elite vampire making his patrol off an isolated road in the foothills. Vincent's trained body and mind kept his heartbeat in check, ensuring that nothing would allow him to be detected through the vampire's uncanny ability to hear the very flow of his blood.

He smiled as he surveyed the nearby surroundings. Primarily forested in the small hillock, no areas for escape, should his prey attempt to run. He placed a number of smaller traps along the way up, simple silver caltrops that would certainly alert him should any others attempt to join the fray, or should the vampire attempt to lay a trap of his own.

He strolled out from the woods and stood in the road, right in plain sight of the royal vampire bodyguard.

"Good evening. Lord Seymour. How are you this fine night?"

The vampire gazed warily upon the human in such weathered clothes.

"I fare decently. To whom am I speaking that refers to me in such a casual manner as that of an old friend?"

The black and silver haired hunter smiled sinisterly as his face was revealed to the night-sight of the vampire.

"Your executioner."

Vincent's "Thornblade" was out in the flash of an eye, Seymour hardly had time to draw his weapon before the tempered silver clashed against his own blade. The vampire growled as he shoved back the determined man, he yelled in defiance at his attacker.

"You foolish human! Who do you think you are, attempting to strike down an elite member of the royal vampire's court in the dead of night? Surely you are suicidal!"

Seymour rushed in with a burst of inhuman speed as he began to attack Vincent with a flurry of furious strikes. The old hunter merely grinned in response before the "Thornblade" whirred and clanged with the steel of the vampire's sword. Each swing of the creature of the night's blade was parried almost as soon as it left its en garde stance.

The elite vampire began to doubt in his mind that this man was human, how could he possibly be moving so fast and still maintain such strength?

Vincent's golden cross necklace suddenly drooped from his neck, and glimmered with every swing of the "Thornblade". It's consecrated flashes were never intended to cause lasting harm to the hunter's enemies, simply to throw off their balance.

"Are you beginning to understand," Vincent grinned, his pearly white teeth gleaming with each spark of their blades, appearing as that of a shark's in both form and intimidation, "You and your kind have grown overconfident. Lazy. Pathetic. There is no time to reconcile the difference between us. Humanity has been and always will be the dominant race."

A sudden flash of fire sprung to life within his eye as his joints became even more enhanced by the heat of the area, now beginning to truly warm up due to their frenzied battle. His muscles began to bulge, his aged skin tightened. With a swipe of rage, the "Thornblade" cut through the vampire's parry, slicing his opponent's blade in half.

The dismembered blade fell to the ground with a thud and Seymour hissed as his fangs and claws extended, he continued to attack this beast of a human. It was taking more and more effort to dodge his attacks and make his own counters, a fact not lost on the elite vampire guard.

Vincent began making a slow but steady retreat back to the wooded treeline, never once revealing his intentions or turning his back to his enemy.

"You try to run from me now? After all your bravado? You insect!"

Seymour played right into the hunter's hands, drawing an absolutely satisfied grin from Vincent.

"Insect," Vincent mocked," You are the parasites, feeding off of us, creating ghouls and more evil incarnations. I hope there is a special place in hell just for you."

With that, the hunter spun about and kicked the vampire with such force that it sent him staggering back into a tree, where the "Thornblade" quickly pierced his heart, causing him to scream in pain.

"It's only temporary. Shhh..."

In one fluid motion, the hunter's blade ripped free from the vampire's torso and spun around, slicing through the beast's neck, decapitating the demon and knocking over the tree he was pinned to.

Vincent walked over to the disembodied head and tree and placed them together with the body. He outstretched his left hand and opened his palm towards the pile of remains and timber. His muscles relaxed and shrank to their normal size and his features began to sag once more as fire came to life from his hand, consuming the body and head, and began to set ablaze the small hillock from tree to tree.

Pleased with his handiwork, a tired sigh emitted from his aged body and he tipped his wide brimmed hat towards the fallen enemy before nonchalantly stepping onto the road once more and almost skipped as he moved on slowly from the scene of the battle.

"One less demon in the world."  

[HeadlessKoko]

Kageko sighed, she had been trying to locate the culprit, but the energy signal was too weak, there had been too much time and too many people. she thought to herself as she scratched her head, . She looked up into the night sky. She could see the waxing crescent, it was barely more than a sliver, but she couldn't see that many stars thanks to the lights of the city. Kageko thought to herself, Kageko started walking back towards the castle.  

[Angeles Valentine]

((Be careful not to godmod Tonas. I don't see anything in your profile that says you have the power to take down a vampire at night. But because it was an NPC it will be alright for now. Also, what was with the muscles bulging? I saw nothing that said 'strength enhancement' in your profile))

Angles stood in the shallow river rubbing Alexandria down as the horse drank. She cooed praise to the horse, being careful not to scratch it with her nails. The horses sleek white fur was patted smooth under Angeles' palm, her wavy mane was combed through with her nails. Angeles then clicked her tongue in her mouth and led the horse out of the river and back onto the cobblestone road.

She had found time to change back into her hunter robes, as it appeared the night was not going to be as peaceful as anyone had hoped. She smoothed her hands down Alexandria's neck and cooed some more, "such a good horse," she purred planting a kiss on the horse's snout, "a good girl, coming when you're called," she kissed the horses brow.

"Come on," she said at last, "let's get going."

She pulled on Alexandria's reigns a bit and the horse willingly followed. then stopped and turned her head to look down the road, her ears turned forward a the sound of footsteps. Angeles looked at Alexandria and then down the road, then back at the horse and cooed, "shh, it's alright, it's just a human," she said patting the horse's snout. Angeles pulled on the reigns again and Alexandria followed for two steps before stopping and looking over again.

The human appeared to be coming closer. Angeles was beginning to be able to hear it's thoughts: I'm still not good enough, how am I supposed to find him, or her, like this? I wish I was in the forest, maybe I should head there? It's not like I need to do anything at the castle. Though, I should probably get there before they close the gates, which means that I better start heading there now.

A woman of many thoughts it seemed; of many thoughts and an indecisive mind. the human began walking away again and Alexandria and Angeles watched her.