Unexpected Visitors. Again. (Fang, Residents)

[lucius]

ZaneCorp Tower was regarded as one of the best-defended buildings in the entire city. It was not necessarily because it was controlled by one of the ancient vampires--one of only a handful of such creatures in existence still--and his minions. Much of it had to do with the extreme level of technology around the city, invested into by the multi-billion dollar corporation that was ZaneCorp Enterprises. They sold their technology throughout much of the city, but the top-of-the-line stuff was usually kept around the tower itself. This was why, when people needed to protect valuable things, they would after ask the vampire elder at the top if they could use the most defended portion of the tower-- the Vaults. He was typically more than willing to let that happen, for a price, of course.

Lucius de Romanus stood beside a floor-to-ceiling window wall, a glass of blood wine in his hand as his blue eyes gazed out over the city streets below. It was not yet dusk, the sun still on its way to setting, but the windows had a special UV protection lining on them that protected vampires from the sunlight. Dressed in an impeccable suit as he usually was, he sipped on the blood cocktail and listened as a screen behind him showed the nightly news being broadcast, talking about a terrible helicopter accident the previous night to cover up for the fight that Hiro, the Lycans, and a rogue sect of vampires had gotten into. Lucius worked his magic to keep things out of public eyes through his mastery of the media.

He turned around, glancing down at the desk he stood before. This room was one of several offices of the CEO in the massive skyscraper, this one in particular where he did public business with not-so-unsavory types--- local humans, mostly. Business was nearly done for the day, and he had plans for the following night to go about his usual business. Pressing a button on his desk, it went out to a receptionist outside. "Do I have anymore calls scheduled for the day?"

"No, sir. All clear," came the voice in reply. Lucius gave his thanks and turned around, gazing out of the window once more.

[darkdrago889]

He climbs the building with ease passing and dodgeing all the cameras around the facility. Killing about three guards and stuffing them into a closet. This was way to easy, so much for security in this place. They don't seem to care about this elder, but his head was worth a lot. So much info and deals they could make. He move in throught the air conditioning, finding that the elder was hiding behind his cameras. He knew this man is the middleman and that was very dangerous to the lycan cause. And he didn't want all that trouble for his boss.

He throws a water balloon into the room with a loud splash of holy water most likey burning the elder. He drops down knowing two guard were out side he pulls out two kunai to the doors, once the men ran in to see what had happened, they with impaled with kunai on their foreheads. He skillfully pulls out his tazer daggers, dark as his own soul. And held it to the elders neck. "Hey boyo. I know that you conspired with the sin angel named lust. And I know you have info on the vampire leader. And I want to know what she is trying to do. And where the fuck this man is. And how dare to conspire against Master Haytashi." He smiles and licks his teeth. "You know....Hiro is known for eating only anicents....I wonder what they taste like." He laughs a bit pressing the dagger against harder on the elders neck.

[lucius]

As soon as the lives of several security guards had come to an end, the security bunker of ZaneCorp Tower had become alerted of a potential problem. As was policy, tracking devices were placed on people in the tower, such as all of the slaves, tracing their movements and their vitality. If they were places they were not supposed to be--Lucius wanted to ensure not any security guard got into his vault just because--they were caught and usually dealt with appropriately. Of course, the vampire elder held a tight leash on the corporation he built, so before any actions could be taken in regards to things, he had to be notified.

The communication device on his had notified him of what was going on, and just as he pressed a button on his computer to read the information flow, the notification arose that the air conditioning vents had been breached. Whoever was paving their way through the headquarters of the corporation was certainly underestimating the prowess of the aforementioned superb technology. Even lower-scale areas like the city hall had decent technology within their buildings tracking breaches in vents and the like. "Sir, shall we dispatch a security team to deal with the problem?"

Lucius reached forward, pressing his slender finger on the button. "No, they can wait outside of my office if you are that concerned, but I can handle this," said the ancient calmly. He was not frightened by much. He turned around and took once more to gazing out the window and sipping his wine.

The holy water spilling into the room was not the first thing that alerted Lucius his unexpected visitor had arrived; he could smell the lycan as soon as he even got close to the office. The water dissipated, though did nothing but cause mild discomfort in Lucius. Religious items were of little bother to him; crucifixes and holy water were but ugly images to the man. He remained unmoved as the Dark Fang entered and held a knife to his throat, spitting his threats. When it appeared like he was done speaking, Lucius cast a disinterested, yet somewhat vexed, glance in his direction.

"Oh, come now. I'm trying to watch the sunset; one of the most spectacular I've seen," he said, his blue eyes briefly looking over the daggers against his neck, unamused. "Deals with an angel named lust and conspiracy, hm? Well, if you call an angel that works for your master coming over to offer to indulge some lustful, sexual fantasies conspiracy, then I'd hate to see what you'd call a real conspiracy." Lucius set his wine glass down on the desk so as to not spill any on the carpet before returning his gaze to Fang. "I am an associate of your master, Lycan, and have saved his life once already. I would suggest using a bit more civility here. Don't discredit your race from all the hard work the Lycan Lord has done to rise you up from the depths. Then perhaps we can really discuss things," said Lucius, looking again at the daggers with a glance to inform Fang to remove them from his neck.

[darkdrago889]

He snuffs and throws the elder to the side. The elder was calm in the face of insanity and death. He was a person to respect. But he wasn't like his boss, she he didn't really care. He looked around, noticing that the vampire was staring at the sun. It must of been UV protection, he is insane not stupid. He quickly breaks the glass allowing sun rays to hit the vampire before it was completely down. He takes the glass of wine and takes a sip, the splashed it all over the carpet. "Opps...Oh I am mean." He said in a odd voice. "Mmm....That was good. Ok! Back to as you call it 'business'" He said with a laugh. "Oh wait one more thing!"

He takes out a pair rave sticks. "Looky at what I came up with. I think it is pretty cool!" He runs to the side and turns off all the light giggling with every step. He cracks the stick so they glow in the dark. "Isn't it cool?!" He goes back and turns back on the lights, the sticks still glow. "Oooo.....Still pretty." He throws at the door.breaking the sticks quickly melting the door and the floor below it. "Oooo...That is going to cost a lot!!!" He starts to laughs insanely, quickly he regain his composure. "So....Mr. Lucius....I would like for you to...Well....Get the Lycans some toys.....Under the lords name." He lied HIro never sent him to do any speaking.

[poss]

She had not fully moved in to her new apartment yet, but with another night off, she was enjoying the sunset through the windows with a glass of red wine. She wore a night gown, black and silken, the hem at her knee, and a pair of matching silk pajama pants. Comfortable, elegant, perfect for a night of relaxation as she laid comfortably on her stomach on the white carpeted flooring. The view was spectacular from these windows- Mr. Erif had not been fibbing when he had told her he would make sure she had one, but she never imagined something like this. It was heavenly to lay eyes upon, bringing the rim of her glass to her lips as she took one of her first sips of the night. Beethoven playing over the surround speakers hidden throughout the expanse of her room.

A flock of geese flew by the window and she watched in quiet astonishment as they passed by in serene silence.. Yet this silence was soon shattered by the faint ring of an alarm. This alarm was not so much audible as it was the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. The chirping of aluminum as a heavy body passed through a tight space caught her attention, and her gaze immediatly lifted to the duct under which she had been splayed so comfortably. Glass hovered above the ground in her hand as she froze, turning an ear to the vent as she listened, her suspicions being proved worthy as faint voices, some threatening, some in alarm, and then dead silence. Death. She could sense it with every ounce of her being.

Unable to complete a single breath in the short amount of time it took her to rise to her feet and pass by the counter where her 9mm holster lay from her earlier undressing from a night on the town. Slipping it from its encased position, the safety clicked to off, she exited the room in a stealth silence. Bare foot, and all four knife sheaths still clinging to her body at both wrist and ankles, her confidence in the situation couldn't have been greater. Okay, so maybe if she had the sawed off shotty from her car that was in the parking lot she would have been a bit bolder, and now fluidly swept along the wall like a highly feminine ninja. But that wasn't the case, and thus she crept in a sidestep, yet was quick to draw as she opened the door to the stairwell. All means of silence remained as she lunged up the steps, pivoting with a sharp, fluid turn as she took the next flight until she reached the top.

No stairs lead to the floors she was going to gain access to, and thus she kicked open the door, straight armed gaze down the barrel in one direction and then the other as she stepped out in to the hall. The elevator was being rushed by security guards, and she pushed her way in to them quick enough they never even noticed her presence until the door was already closing. "Miss you can't be in here!" A large man shouted, his hands immediatly reaching to grab her arm. No hesitation, she turned at the waist, outstretching and arm and sighting down the barrel to less than two inches from between his eyes. "Don't touch me. Agent Anastasia Steele, and if you plan on getting anything done I suggest you shut the hell up." Perhaps he recognized her name, or perhaps the dead look in her eye as her finger played suggestively over the trigger, but he complied in silence.

The elevator was quick to bring them to their destination, and the men hurried out ahead of her. She let them, before streaking down the hall in her silken nightwear. Classy. The man were perched at Erifs door, just as she had suspected. A few of them were muttering angry words under their breath at one another, "They said not to go in!" followed by the next mans response, whos hand was on the doorknob, and gun at the ready, "To hell with that, if this guy is killed tonight I have no one to sign my god damn paychecks, so get out of my way." It caused alarm for Ana, and she rushed in to tr to remove his hand from the door knob. if Erif felt he could handle it, then it was best they didn't disturb him. "Stop!" She growled, pushing herself between the man and the door , giving notice to the scent of burning plastic and wood as the door ignited and began to melt, the very instant the guard pushed it open, shoving her directly in to the line of fire if the man in the room with Erif happened to be sighting out the door.

She flew through the air a few feet through the doorway, over the hole that began to spread in sheer size, melting the flooring, and rolled when she hit the ground. Ana spun quickly, dropping to one knee and sighting down her braced arms at one of the two men present. Dark fang. The guards backed in to the hallway as the door melted infront of them, aiming in to the room without sufficient ability to see what they would be firing at. She cussed under her breath, her gaze never leaving the intruder, heart racing. She squeezed off the first round in aim for the mans midsection. Go for the largest body part first to increase your accuracy, and end with a bang once you know you can take them out.

[jared]

Jarrett was working in the archives when the alarms began to sound. It was no secret that he was down here reading. He'd taken it upon himself to learn as much as he could before he formally began his classes at the University. He'd been working down here in the basements for a few weeks and he had begun to put the pieces together. The run in with Kayen, the twins, it was starting to make sense. He kept going back to the same manuscripts though, the ones with the drawings of a man. He had seven of the tomes open in front of him now, each with a depiction of the man, he was fairly certain it was the same man. He looked up as the guard entered the room, "Watch it, don't shake up the dust. You'll damage the oldest pages."

"We're shutting down this level, come with me."

Jarrett didn't know that Lucius concern for his well being may have extended beyond the desire to see him well educated. The two had talked a few times since that first day, each time Jarrett became more and more entranced with the man. He wasn't obsessed by any means, but Lucius was becoming an important part of his life. He looked over at the guard, and asked, "What's going on? How much time do I have?"

"I've been instructed to lock down this floor and move you to another location, upstairs." The guard motioned to the door, "You have less than ten seconds to get aboard the elevator or you'll be locked down here without air."

"Alright, but are you sure that everything down here will be safe?" Jarrett asked with a great deal of concern as he hurried to the door. A final look over his shoulder was all he had time for before he followed the guard to the elevator. The doors closed in on him and he felt the elevator rise. This was an express. He hadn't ridden it before. He didn't know that the cameras had reported the man climbing the building now or that the first of the security guards had been found. Less than thirty seconds later Jarrett was ushered into an office without windows. He had no idea that on the other side of the wall a few moments later Lucius would be attacked.

Maybe it was the serenity, the intense quiet of the archives that had his hearing so in tune. He thought he heard voices on the other side of the wall. He moved over next to the wall and pressed his ear to it. He thought he heard Lucius voice, calm as always, it was beguiling. Then he heard the sound of what must be a crazy person yelling at him. He reached for the door handle as it was hot, something was melting it. He turned away from it, his hand burnt. He stuffed his hand into the pitcher of water to quickly cool it off and then tossed the pitcher of ice water at the super hot door causing it to shatter.

Covering his face with his arms, Jarret ducked down behind the long sofa in the room. He lifted his face from his arms and looked across the room through the debris, the ruined door and wall, "Lucius? Are you alright?" The boy heard the gun go off and his heart dropped. Jarrett ran through the opening into Lucius' office, "Mister Erif!"
((OOC: If Jarrett shouldn't be here I'll edit or we can delete it, lol The muse just didn't want Lucius to get hurt, made me post.))

[lucius]

When Lucius was thrown to the side, he used his levitating abilities to ensure that he did not fall flat on his face. Regaining his balance, he cast another unenthusiastic glance in the direction of the mad lycan, brushing some dust from the shoulders of his suit jacket. The ancient vampire watched Dark Fang break the window, and he looked more annoyed by the fact that the Lycan managed to find one of the last five remaining floors without reinforced glass to break the window than he was with the sunlight. The elder had a very special and useful ability to withstand periods of time in the light of the sun. It was a little uncomfortable, particularly for his eyes--which squinted somewhat in the light--but he was able to withstand it.

A sigh escaped the lips of the vampire as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching the Lycan's crazy temper tantrum. It was no wonder to him that every single other race in the underworld, except for werewolves, looked down on the lycans as rabid dogs who would do better to be kept on leashes. Lucius was, personally, in favor of coexistence, but brutes like the one before him, destroying his office, made it difficult for him to maintain that position. Oh, Hiro was certainly going to be getting a call soon from a somewhat annoyed vampire, even though Erif's face remained relatively unphased, glaring sternly at Fang.

"I deal directly with Hiro, no middle men, just as he deals directly with me, none of the others in my company. I will call him now; I'm sure he'd love to interject in this little get together that you seem to be h-" The vampire had been reaching for the phone on his desk, but both his speech and actions were cut off when a series of events coincided rather unexpectedly. Poor timing, indeed!

No, things were spiraling out of control, and the vampire elder decided it was time to take the type of action that he so rarely did. Lucius rarely liked to get his own hands dirty or engage in violence, but the situation called for it. Surprised to see Anastasia--apparently quite underdressed--unexpectedly enter the room and open fire, his surprise (and concern) grew more when he sensed Jarrett's presence. Things were too dangerous now, and lines were being crossed. The die was cast.

As bullets flew at Dark Fang, Lucius lifted his hand and stopped the bullets in midair, causing them to fall to the floor. Keeping that hand in the air, he pointed his other towards Jarrett and telekinetically threw him through the other door to the security guards outside his office. He then pointed both hands as Dark Fang, telekinetically pinning him against a non-disintegrating wall. "Sir, I am sorry, but my contract says that I have to speak with your master when it comes to deals with the Lycans. He is being called right now and direct video link established to him, to authorize you to make deals," said Lucius, his voice remaining congenial, but the demeanor of the ancient creature was not friendly at all. Buttons had been pressed, and while Lucius was patient enough to allow things to go to a certain line, past that line he would not allow them to continue.

Just seconds later, the camera in the corner of his office turned in their direction, a video line being sent to Hiro showing him the current situation. "Greetings, Lord of Lycans. Your friend here stopped by for negotiating of some type. He's killed several of my men, destroyed a great deal of property, and generally caused a ruckus for reasons beyond my calculation. I think it would be best if you come here and deal with him before I have to have him escorted from the building," said Lucius. He was giving Hiro a chance to work with the problem from his own end so that he was not forced to take drastic measures to protect those under his care--such as Ana and Jarrett--just as Hiro had a duty to protect those under his own care. He sensed that the Dark Fang was mentally unstable, and thus would not punish him; he would allow Hiro to come and take care of the problem without any harm befalling his lycanthropic companion.

The sun was setting now, and it moments his vampires would be free to move about without concern for the sun. A great deal of damage had been done; not just to the physical building. He was sure that Hiro would have a field day about the unprovoked attack on ZaneCorp, a corporation that was not only working with the lycans but friendly towards them. Ana had also gotten unexpectedly caught up in this; a concern for Lucius. And Jarrett had been telekinetically thrust through a door by Lucius, which would no doubt lead to several big questions he would now be forced to answer.

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isis ;;


Isis had been reading, simply relaxing in her room on the bed, occasionally napping for a bit or two. But there was something up, something that she couldn't place. Flustered, Isis put her hand to the ground, palm flat. Ah, there they were, on the lower levels, and she headed down the stairs, the gunfire making her smile. No doubt that Anastasia was the one behind that, with all of her weapons and cop training. Her human appearance held much to be left out, the necromancer having nearly all the dead under her disposal. It was fun, and sometimes a little creepy, to have to deal with those that were dead. But it ultimately paid off in the end, and Isis made no objection to being one, or where she currently resided.

Coming upon the room, the woman heard the last couple of sentences from Lucius, and she grinned. But that soon dropped, seeing Jarrett thrown out of the room, and Anastasia still there. Her suspicions confirmed, she looked to see the intruder, and froze. Dark Fang was not considered one of her friends, not even her acquaintance. He was the one in the graveyard, who had touched her, had even known her name before Isis had spoken three sentences. Along with what else he did to her, Dark Fang was definitely nothing close to Isis. Her eyes met his, bold and challenging, knowing that Lucius was in a slight predicament. If he wanted to know, had Lucius asked her, Isis would have been able to tell him that the supsicition of his sanity was correct. Extremely unstable, Dark Fang was someone she truly feared. But here, he had no power, which was where Isis came in.

Her grin returned, and she spoke up. "I can take care of that, sir," the necromancer said, referring to getting Dark Fang out of here. Oh, she would give nearly everything to humiliate him when he had done so to her, unable to defend herself. Isis could redeem some of what she had lost that night, to kick him out of where she lived. And, she would be doing Lucius a favor, so it wasn't like he would have a too big grudge. She was a match for him, calm, leaning against the doorframe, halfway in, halfway out, and confident. The necromancer probably should have been helping Jarrett, who she had not officially met, but still, this wasn't something she could pass up.

[Deleted]

He was relaxing at his estate, finally sometime to himself, no pain, no tears. He laid in his bed a few slaves laying next to him and a neko slave laying at the in curled up in a ball. A fire near by keeping them nice and warm. Watching a scary movie, that really wasn't all that scary, in fact it was lame. He wrapped an arm and held a girl close to him, before recieving a call. 'Zanecorp, Zanecorp, Zanecorp....' Cried the machine. Fucking great what is it now? What could honestly be the problem this time. Did the elder wanted him to pay for the helicopter? Fuck it was his damn idea to bring them in, he didn't ask for them after all. He answers the call, after a slave put on a mask on him.

"What is i---" He said quickly stopping seeing the carnage seeing a ninja like lycan in the room. He automaticly knew who it was. 'GOD FUCKING DAMN THAT SON OF A GOOD FOR NOTHING....Ramble ramble ramble.' He thought keeping himself calm and steady. He listened to the calm words of the elder seeing the destruction of the room, glass broken, what it looks like a bloody carpet that would stain, and is that...Is that acid? Great. He had to pay for all the damn damages on the building. "I'll be right over. Oh and before I go. Be sure to not shoot " He moved quickly putting on an attire. Wearing all white, fandora with a black stripe going around the middle, silk suit, more fitted for a business man. A white bandana around his face. He brough with him a suitcase full of money.

This time instead of going by motorcyle, he goes by limo, taking with him three body guards. Not for him but for the people going against Shade. It takes him about thirty minutes to get to the building. Making his enterance, getting direction to the suite. He and his men go to the nearest elevetor and walks to where a the cops were quickly remembering the female cops face. He walks past her not even looking at her to Lucius, giving the case of money. "This should fix everything." He sternly looks at Dark Fang. "Think before you act!"

[darkdrago889]

He watch as so many people were around him. His eyes filled with blood and a smile on wicked face, as bullet want flying at him. It was almost time to kill everyone nearby. In his mind he was laughing and laughing. Ready to fill this very room with all these people's blood, especially the carpet to stain it all bad. Yea he is that bad, he couldn't wait from fun time to begin. But the bullets were at a sudden stop at the mercy of the elder. He frown and pouted a bit at first until his eyes gazed on his new favorite prize, once again a grin on his face. He licked his teeth lustfully.

He wanted her for so many reasons, especially the fact that she didn't liked being touched. Her lovely screams echoed his mind. He laughing insanely, got onto four legs ready for a strike. But once again his efforts were in vain as his boss entered the room. The lycan lord was not pleased to see the damage made was by him. But the acid was a test, he didn't know if it would work. He began laughing, "LIFE IS SO GRAND ISN'T IT?!" He listens to his boss's works. "THINK? THINK? TO THINK IS TO ACT IN A MANNER DON'T YOU THINK BOSS MAN?! I RESPECT YOU...me lord...teehee....BUT YOU NEED TO GO BACK TO YOUR KILLING SIDE! YOU ONE OF THE OLDEST LYCANS AROUND! GO BACK TO KILLING LIKE YOU DID IN THE PAST! Hmm....I'm thinking." He acted calm at first before bursting into great laughter. "ISIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He charged pushing everyone in the way and picks her up and breaking yet another window. Falling and running off to the shadows.

[lucius]

First, once Hiro showed up, the mood of the ancient vampire relaxed some, glad that the Ancient Lycan arrived to settle things. He released the Dark Fang from his telekinetic grasp, allowing the beast to fall to the floor as Hiro handed over the insurance money for some of the repairs that would be necessary for the floor, the window, the carpet, the doors, the wall, and the lost security guards. "Thank you, Hiroshi. I am glad for your quick response. Your friend here w-"

Then the foolish mongrel that was Dark Fang yelled at his lord and master, Hiro the Ancient. "Insolence," hissed Lucius, his eyes narrowing darkly. How dare the beast betray and insult his master, an ancient nonetheless. If Lucius was angry then, he was furious the next moment when the mad lycan grabbed one of his prize slaves, Isis the necromancer, and made off with her out of the window. "Treachery," yelled the vampire elder, his fangs revealing themselves as his eyes turned a much darker blue as he watched them head off while night descended on the city.

He turned around to the security escort of his coming through the door now that the smoke was cleared, fury emanating from the ancient vampire. No longer was he the calm, reserved vampire that he was before. His temper had been tried. "Bring my the head of the lycan," hissed Lucius venomously, even his men surprised at the anger. He reared his gaze upon Hiro. "If you want him alive, Lord of Lycans, you had better have your men find him first with my slave unharmed, because I will have him torn to shreds for this insolence and treachery." It was a veiled offer to Hiro to try to resolve the problem on his end if he could; if not, the Dark Fang would be a corpse in the morning.

Lucius turned to his desk, reaching down and hitting a few buttons on his computer. "He breaks into my home, kills my people damages my property, threatens my life, threatens those under my protection, disobeys his master, and then kidnaps my necromancer. Lesser fools have suffered more for this," said Lucius, his computer system showing exactly where the Dark Fang--or, at least, Isis--was. As had been explained as the company policy, all slaves had trackers within them that measured where they were and checked their vitality signals. Wherever Isis, and thus presumably the Dark Fang was, they would know. The hunt would not be too long at all.

"Release the tracker signal to all hunters in the city. I'm setting the bounty for whoever brings me his head at five million dollars; an extra million if my slave is returned unharmed," said Lucius in his communications, the message being broadcast to hunters--humans, vampires, angels, and lycans alike--throughout the city. "Inform the city police that a dangerous criminal is out and about; forward a picture of Dark Fang. At least they might be able to distract him while our people move in." Again, the information was forwarded to the police department.

Again, the vampire looked at Hiro. "Your house needs to be put in order if you are to succeed, Lord of Lycans. You cannot let this disobedience stand; it will give room for others of your kind to challenge your power. Make an example of this rabid fool before he harms you as he has harmed me," said Lucius, his fangs still not receding due to his anger, his thoughts of having to explain things to Ana and Jarrett still in the back of his mind; far back, at the moment.

[poss]

She rose from her kneeling position on the carpet, arm tensed, a rigid brace behind the weapon that had fired off a single bullet. The next round was in the chamber, just waiting. Her mind licked at the tension of her own finger over the trigger. Just squeeze. . . It could be so easy. A few more rounds, surely Mr. Erif could not use his power too often without feeling drained, and soon enough he would have to chose what it was he wished to so with just strengths. Deep, dark squinted gaze glared down the length of her arm, opposite hand cradling the butt of pistol as she released a breath she had been holding since rolling in unexpectedly. The heat of the gun, the casual sensation of security washed over her.

Get a hold of yourself. There is no reason to continue this. Her finger lifted from the trigger, hovering a hair off of the device for precaution that no twitch would be made an excuse. She tried to grab hold of the situation she had suddenly been tossed in to, having hoped to simply be of aid if need be, not thrust in to the room by an unruly man worried about a few paychecks. Oh the things people did when they were on an adrenaline rush.

Her heart beat feverishly within her chest. Clad in the sleeveless, low cut night attire it may have been hard for any other woman to remain so confident in the situation. Anastasia didn't care how others perceived her, however, and held her death grip on the weapon, listening to the decisions being made around her.

A man walked past her, a man she recognized rather instantly. The gang banger, as she had described him in her mind, that she had seen at the pub. So he was behind this? He tried to take control of the situation, of the man who was on the brink of a mental melt down, and yet his attempts failed rather suddenly as he burst from his place, charging the woman who had most recently entered the room. There was no hesitation, and the gun shot off another one, two, three and followed by a fourth round. No one else seemed to be following them. A sense of duty, or perhaps stupidity, lead Ana to lunge across the room. A mere human in chase of this Lycan, but all that was on her mind was the safety of the woman he had swept up and took off with.

As she sprinted to the window, she dropped the partial clip from her pistol, hand reaching to the pocket in her silken pajama pants, and feeding the weapon a full clip. There may be no chance to reload next time, so starting off fully loaded was her best best. She was gone before much of the conversation started. The leap went smoothly- her fluid motion pushing her through the window in mid stride as she kept her feet beneath her. There was a street below, but first there was a section of 'garden' or 'park', a few trees and some thick hedges. She aimed her leap of faith toward the hedges, hair whipping behind her head, gun at the ready. Oh boy, the girls back home would have loved this. Tomb Raider, anyone?

[Deleted]

Her skin crawled where Dark Fang had touched her, shifting away immediately. As of now, Isis had her eyes closed, balanced on his shoulder, arm up to keep her head propped up, watching whatever he had past in the distance, which was rapidly expanding. "I don't suppose you'll let me own soon?" she asked, hating him completely. Lycans weren't her favorite people, and this just furthered the fact that she loathed most of them. Of course, the necromancer could just get the dead, awake them, but it wasn't really worth it. This Lycan was past that point already, the point of insanity, and Isis had no intention of pushing him further in that direction.

She sighed heavily, feeling her wrist for the chip that was embedded in their, by her own choosing. It would tell them where she was, at least, and she found something to smile at, for now. "And why do you hate me so?" That was whispered, but Isis knew he could hear her, and she shuddered, not liking his hands on her in any way, shape, or form. Nobody touched her, an that was the way Isis kept it, for the most part. Only people that she was really close to, people that she trusted an loved were allowed to get that close. And, as of now, there was no one like such to do so. But she was calm, for the most part, on the outside, keeping her face blank. Isis sighed loudly, letting her nails dig into his skin.

Dark Fang was crazy, yes, but still, he had played his cards right, and she didn't have a royal flush, nothing that could stop him, as of now. For on the inside, like at the graveyard, was pure terror, raw an potent, seeping through her body. Almost incurable. Again, she writhe, trying to make him let go, to at least put her down, just for an instant, to get that peace of mind, and perhaps escape, though that chance was slim. Too slim to be accounted for, really.

[darkdrago889]

He laughs knowing there will be a nice chase for his head. Oh how fun, the thrill of the chase of course well he was being chase but hey it was all fun. His boss has always protected him, he doesn't let his personal pack die, no matter how insane he was. He got away with a lot of things due to his insanity that's why he alway loved being how it is. Oh this girl is so lovely! She has so much fight in her. And so well, dumb for asking a question such as that. "No, no, no, no. That would be bad! Way too bad! There won't be any torture and well anything after that!" He laughs a bit. Boy he glad he was him and she was her and he wasn't her at all. Oh life is so twisted.

"Oh it is the contrary my dear, dear Isis. I really like you, but you all STUCK UP and well A BITCH for a slave. YOU just need to LEARN, your PLACE! Oooo....This is a good place." He sudden stop in a dark bushy area throwing her to the ground. He laughs insanely once more. Giving her a slap across the face. "By the time I'm done with you. You will be begging for death. And being the merciful lycan that I am....I WON'T and torture your bitch ass more. And if you pretty mouth produces a few screams...Then well..." He licks her soft cheek. "I might just stop and move on skipping to home!"

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He gets angery for the words given to him. The lycans surrounded the lord blocking any bullets. He grabs the neck of the elder and hangs his body outside the window. "You don't understand the pain I have been in to finally be able to unite the lycans. ANd unlike the past leader and am more kind and flexable to the salvation of my kind. No I am no god. And no I don't sleep like the vampire leaders. I fought my and I was known as the elder eater!" He looks deeper into the vampires eyes remembering Brutus and Artemis he squeeze on tighter. "Your kind killed off my only family but my brother. And all you might lose is a petty slave! You learn true pain and you will be enlightened. I understand how everything works. So don't you dare tell me how to lead."

He relized what he had done and gentlely frees the elder on to the floor. "I am sorry for doing that to you. What you are doing is just and kind, I was blind but you must understand why Fang must remain alive. He maybe insane but he is family. I rudeness to you will not go unpunished, nor will Fang keep your slave. This is all a game to him. He wants you to send him hunters....His next meal. But I don't understand why he would take your slave. But I will return her to you once he is near the underground." He lets out his hand ready for a shake. "I offer you my friendship." A rare thing indeed, but before they could finished Ana ran out of the window. "What the fuck?" He was compelled to help her only for his brothers sake. He jumps from the window also. Making his body into torpedo like projectile. Catching her, he force her above him and lands on his back. It was nothing for him, his body regenerates and he only looks like he woke up from a bad sleep. His nice cloths....Dirty, dammit it's silk! "You ok?" He said her softly and kindly. Still bummed about his cloths.

(the post is lame im sorry)