Stuck In The Battle.-M-

[Sweetie2393]

Vampires and werewolves have never gotten along, a war is going on between them now; the leaders are both brothers that have never gotten along.
But what happens when humans get dragged into this? Being forced to fight for either side, or help them when ever they need it?
What happens when the vampire leader falls for a human?

Characters Needed
Vampire leader [Male]- Taken.
Werewolf leader [Male]- Taken.
Human women- Taken by me.

Rules
Be literate, if not I will ask you to leave.
Use these (()) when not Roleplaying.
I like real pics better, if you can't find one talk to me about it.
You know the rules for romance, take it to PMs.
Do not ask to join unless were far in the RP, only ask to be one of the two leaders.
Have fun.
:]

Need

Name:
Age:
Species:
Personality:
Powers/Weapons:
Bio:
Lover [if you have one]:
Looks:

[joebobohobo]

can i be the vampire leader? :D

[Sweetie2393]

{If you can be literate and play the part well then yesh, just follow the rules please.}

[joebobohobo]

Name: Nill
Age: 21 (actually older)
Species: vampire
Personality: calm, kind when he wants to be, doesnt get excited easy
Powers/Weapons: uses two tonfas when his fangs wont do
Bio: i dont really know if you had something in mind for them or not ._.
Looks: http://th220.photobucket.com/albums/dd277/pinkponny/th_1144397995_l.jpg

[joebobohobo]

((one sec ill find a real pic))

[GunsXxgoXxBangXxBang]

Name:Alexis Walker
Age:18
Species:human
Personality:Alexis is always helpful and will do anything for the people she loves. She tends to be stubborn at times and once she has made a decision there is no changing her mind.
Powers/Weapons:Being human Alexis doesn't have any supernatural powers. She also doesn't prefer to fight instead she helps out with fixing people up after they have been injured in battle.
Bio:Alexis is an only child who grew up with her father in a large city. She as always wanted to become a nurse just like her mother so she studied hard all through high school to get into a good college. Her plans where ruined however when her father was killed by a vampire. She was to grief stricken and the price for the funeral had cost to much money for her to continue in her schooling. Two days after the funeral she was approached by a werewolf and asked to aid them in the fight against the creatures that killed her father.
Lover:non yet.
Looks:
http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m166/MooPii_VaLooPii_/Pictures/1rf6.jpg

[Sweetie2393]

Name: Faith Hart
Age: 18
Species: Human
Personality: Sweet, helpful, shy, quiet...
Powers/Weapons: None really, besides her nails and kicking...
Bio: She had a nice life, just outside the kingdom, living with her mother and older brother before she was brought the vampires castle to help clean up around the castle, and bring the vampires they're 'food'.
Lover [if you have one]: He hasn't admitted it yet? >.>
Looks:http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff226/xxeasilybrokenxx/Vintage_1.jpg

[hyperanimeluva12]

((Werewolf leader please?))

[Sweetie2393]

((Okay ^^.))

[Akai_Tenshi]

Name: Mina Yuukiru
Age: 17
Species: Werewolf
Personality: Tends to be a flirt, she is easily angered, but easy to love for how easy she feels guilty, too.
Powers/Weapons: She isn't very fond of fighting, but has a long silver sword just in case.
Bio: Mina greatly dislikes the was between Werewolves and Vampires. It's not that she doesn't loathe Vampires, like her father and mother did, but she simply doesn't like fighting. There is two reasons to this; One, her parents used to fight a lot, which would get physical most of the time, and two, she is deadly afraid of blood. She is cute, and she knows it. She has a wierd way of thinking, and often wonder how it would be to kiss different creatures. She is smarter than she would seem, and does her best to hide it.
Lover [if you have one]: None yet..
Looks:http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/shipposcute12/hfujcfh.jpg

[coeur]

Name: Ireland
Age: 18
Species: Vampire
Personality: Ireland is eccentric and impulsive; he often appears like a loose cannon. The only people who can control him are those who can win his respect. Thus far, only Nill has managed to obtain Ireland's respect; however, Ireland retains reservations about his allegiance toward Nill. Ireland enjoys destruction and chaos--he prefers to destroy his prey psychologically before physically. Extremely well-read, Ireland will use his superior intellect to play mind games.
Powers/Weapons: Superior wit and intelligence; incredible speed; a switchblade; however, extremely weak physically and will avoid direct conflict.
Bio: Ireland was born to Irish-American immigrants in turn of the 20th century. He joined the first Irish mafia in South Boston, called the Gustin Gang, when he was sixteen-years-old. Ireland helped the Wallace brothers hijack several shipments of beer from the Italian mafia of North Boston before the Gustin Gang was crippled by the murder of Frank Wallace. South Boston was subsequently riddled with gang wars after Wallace's death and Ireland spent much of the rest of his human years fighting for the Gustin Gang. He was turned into a vampire at the age of eighteen and the experience has left him even colder and conscienceless than when he was a human.
Looks: http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd288/dollwizardreal/guys/twenty-six.jpg

[joebobohobo]

((that makes me feel so special >< ))

[joebobohobo]

((im really excited to start this rp XD))

[Autumn_Dawn93]

((Is it too late to join this rp?))

[joebobohobo]

((it has started yet so i dont think so :D))

[Autumn_Dawn93]

Name: Rayne
Age: 119 ((looks 19))
Species: vampire
Personality: very kind, but can be very snappy, and gets very blood thirsty
Powers/Weapons: She can control fire http://www.bonesandblades.co.uk/catalog/images/dagger%20new.jpg
Bio: No one knows exactly where she comes from or anything else about her, they don't bother to ask
Lover [if you have one]: any takers???
Looks:http://www.emo-corner.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_emo-girl-18.jpg

[joebobohobo]

((yay XD another person))

[joebobohobo]

((and thats a very well thought out character coeur ^^))

[Autumn_Dawn93]

(((Yay!!! :))))

[joebobohobo]

((XDXDXD hurray i wonder when thisll start :O))

[Autumn_Dawn93]

((How long have y'all been waiting?))

[joebobohobo]

((well the rp was posted on the 18th and im bored XD))

[Autumn_Dawn93]

((Me too, I have been searching for a good Dark Themed rp to join, mainly a vampire one, but I can't find any))

[joebobohobo]

((aww D: well now you have one :D))

[Autumn_Dawn93]

((Yes and now I'm anticpating its beginning))

[joebobohobo]

((gah D: someone else get on so we can start x.x))

[coeur]

((It might start later today because Sweetie is known to be a night owl.))

[Akai_Tenshi]

((Still need the Werewolf leader, and Sweetie isnt on ;)))

[joebobohobo]

((yay :D and hey coeur :) nice character XD ))

[coeur]

((yay :D and hey coeur :) nice character XD ))

((Thanks, Joe; I think one of my friends is going to be coerced into playing the werewolf leader))

[joebobohobo]

((yay :D then we can start once sweetie gets on))

[questofdreams]

Name: Aspen
Age: 23
Species: Werewolf leader
Personality: Quietly arrogant; he's assertive when necessary and knows when to accept and when to avoid a challenge. His control and presence is more a subtle kind of authority rather than an in-your-face one.
Powers/Weapons: Agile and swift, he has no need for weapons other than his natural ones. He relies mostly on his instincts and his speed in a fight and cannot abide being cornered or trapped.
Bio: Aspen is reclusive by nature and didn't particularly care when the previous werewolf leader began abusing his powers. But when the leader killed one of his relatives for speaking up against him, Aspen and many others rose up in protest. Despite that he isn't close to his family, he still considers certain family ties sacred. At the behest of his cousin, Aspen challenged and defeated their leader, taking his place. He is trying to convince his best friend to take his place as leader.
Lover [if you have one]: None. Yet. :D
Looks:
http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd288/dollwizardreal/guys/twenty-five.jpg

[Sweetie2393]

((Sorry, a friend came over to see the Kittens; I'll start it in a sec, might not be to good cause I have a cold and feel miserable...))

[Akai_Tenshi]

((Aw ;( *feels sorry for*))

[Sweetie2393]

Faith sighed as she walked down the dark hall way of her new home, it was cold and dark all the time there, except in the small room she had; she always kept the lights on, just so she would be able to see if anyone came in. She didn't like the looks she got here, the way they looked at her, as if she were a walking meal; well... she was, but she really didn't like it. Sighing she opened the door to her room, slumping down on her bed and closing her eyes.

((I'm going to make a few more characters also...))

[LillyPadDooDa]

Name: Dagan Markson
Age: 23 {570}
Species: Vampire
Personality: He's cold and ruthless and doesn't like the race of human one inkling... I mean AT ALL.
Powers/Weapons: Emotional Control; how that works is by the way his eyes flicker or his hand gestures can control an unruly pack of wolves or saunter up a boring bunch of vampires. It comes very in handy. Its his only weapon and more powerful than most.
Bio: He doesn't have much of a past, and the only one that he contains is very vauge. The only things he can remember about his past is a very small delight of his human existance, some bits of the first three years of his vamprisim and now. And the reason he turned into a vampire was because of a woman that didn't love him back. She was beautiful, radiant, sensitive... back then, the only woman that he could ever see himself with. But after she left him for another man, he couldn't take the heartbreak of her cruel, unusual ways. He pleaded for his best friend, confidante, to turn him into a vampire. And once he was one, his personaility and his rage all burnt into a ugly fire and in his rage, he killed his old lover... and her new one. Now he lives in solitude as First in Command of all vampires; and his brother is the new nusicence of his life.
Lover [if you have one]: He doesn't have the guts to admit it yet.
Looks:
http://i6.tinypic.com/6u4v7k3.jpg (http://javascript<b></b>:void(0);)

[joebobohobo]

((sorry i spent about 2 minutes watching your signature video Sweetie XD))
Nill walks down the stairs of the castle in one of his better moods, he walks into the living room to sit down and sees light coming from the small room of the new maid/dinner down the hall.

[Akai_Tenshi]

Mina sat on the ground, drawing.
She mumbled wierd things to herself at the same time, obviously not noticing this herself.

[coeur]

Ireland was trying patiently to read in the study--eyes stumbling after narrow lines of text that bordered on convergence--but the scent of human flesh kept sneaking into his veins and maddening his wits. He clutched the book cradled in his lap and flung it across the room; pages of ruined Aristotle fluttered through the dark room like moths, eventually settling on the darkly-grained floor.

Ireland swore at Nill for hiring human work in the castle.

The heavy steps of humanity and the gurgle of blood through arteries gnawed at his mind. It was impossible to read under such circumstances. The smell of life was deadening.

Ireland rose from his seat and rushed out of the door, eager for fresh air and fresh blood.

[Akai_Tenshi]

It seemed as Mina realized people was staring at her.
She frowned and went of to find a place to be alone.

[Sweetie2393]

((Its okay but I do ask you be a bit more literate please?))

Faith watched her door carefully as she tried not to fall asleep, to scared to. She knew no one was allowed to hurt her, but still; not everyone listened. With a small sigh she sat up again and grabbed her note book, making herself comfortable and started to write.

[coeur]

Ireland grabbed a coat as he flew down the stairs with dizzying speed; his blood lust overwhelming him. He ran into one of Nill's servants as he sped and smothered a howl in the girl's neck--teeth positioned to bite but frozen in wavering self-restraint--there was blood everywhere, but not a single drop to drink. The girl screamed in terror before Ireland let her stumble across the foyer. Ireland stared at her with gleaming eyes as he slipped his coat over bare shoulders.

Ireland turned and ran out of the house, leaving trails of his image in his wake.

[Akai_Tenshi]

Mina tried to draw again, now seated by a tree.
She opened the book and inhaled the air before grabbing her pen.
She started mumbling again, something about stupid children, and her thoughs wandered off to somewhere..

She thought about the vampires, and suddenly felt a little nervous. ''Don't be silly, Mina...'' She murmured to herself.
Not that it actually helped.

[Sweetie2393]

Name: Anna Carlson
Age: 21
Species: Human
Personality: Quiet, keeps to herself, doesn't trust people.
Powers/Weapons: Knifes.
Bio: Anna lived alone ever since she was little; she had run away from the hospitol after the car accident she was in, which she doesn't even remember. Shes went from place to place, job to job until she was made to go work for the vampires.
Lover [if you have one]: (Lilly? xD.)
Looks:http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e377/funnycidesgrl08/HotKissModel4.jpg

Name: Mason
Age: 22
Species: Werewolf
Personality: Outgoing, headstrong, short tempered.
Powers/Weapons: The usual things that don't have silver in them.
Bio: No one knows really and hes not willing to share...
Lover [if you have one]: None.
Looks:http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii187/pizzazme/MaleModel.jpg

Name: Andrew
Age: 18
Species: Werewolf
Personality: Shy, is able to keep his temper, gets jealous easily.
Powers/Weapons: Wolf form.
Bio: Andrew was turned when he was fifteen when on a walk home. He looks older for his age and was lucky enough to meet the pack, sadly they are in a war now.
Lover [if you have one]: Ireland
Looks:http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q73/mcrluver93/l_4cbc0b7581bd03514b02b1d71f41efc3.jpg

[coeur]

Ireland raced through the streets until he found himself at the edge of the park. The need for blood was finally fading from the corners--the image vignetting softly around the edges until it faded into bleak memory--of his mind. The evening was crisp on his skin, which glowed against the dark trees; Ireland appeared like an apparition in the night; the moon was poised over his head, like a guillotine. A singular path shone through the dark woods.

Ireland walked along the path with quiet steps--steps, soft like a predator.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew was in the woods, just trying to get away. He was so tired, so stressed, all because of the damn war; all because of the blood suckers. He sat down by a small clear creek, just looking in it as he thought, trying to think things through.

[Akai_Tenshi]

Mina was getting tired and closed the book. She put the pen on the ground beside her. She sighed and closed her eyes, listening to the silence around her. She slowly dozed off, not willingly, but she hadnt slept in a while, because of the stupid war.

Of course, sleeping in the woods arent the best thing to do.
She just couldnt help it.

[coeur]

Ireland caught the scent of muscle and fur, gold and teeth, in the chilled winter breeze; the smell was so strong that it tasted almost velvet on his tongue. Ireland followed the path through the woods--his only guide the blade of the moon--a soft smile splayed across his lips as he thought of Dante's woods and the shining apparition waiting at the other side of claws and fangs. Ireland heard the cry of a wolf somewhere in the distance, but he was undisturbed; he could outrun any were.

Ireland continued down the path; he pulled the silver cobblestones until they unraveled into a slithering stream. The moon beamed over the water, splattering nickels of light against the bark of trees, the blades of grass, and the brow of an angled creature with eyes filled with sadness and mystery.

He was beautiful. Ireland stood and watched the creature--the creation of muscle and fur, gold and teeth--gazing into water he could not cross.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew glanced up and watched the man, curious. He knew it was a vampire, but, he didn't really care. He just watched him, tilting his head slightly, his bright amber eyes almost glowing in the night. The other man was handsome, for a vampire anyway.

[coeur]

Ireland smirked as the were penetrated him with amber eyes, his own green ones glowering in the dark. The little wolf was arranged like Narcissus next to the stream, staring endlessly into his own reflection in love and wonder. Ireland's heart sighed when he realized he had forced the were to look away from his own reflection for a moment--breaking eternity and fate--to gaze at him. Ireland's emerald gaze flickered sinister in the night; he licked his lips; his teeth gnawed holes in his tender, primrose flesh.

The woods resounded with the sound of yowls. Ireland smelled a fury of claws surrounding him; he crouched low, hiding his translucent complexion in the web of shrubbery. The war was so troublesome. It was difficult for Ireland to walk in the woods, so fresh with suffering, now.

But the little wolf on the other side of the stream--Ireland smirked--such tender flesh, such fine angles, such hot hot amber eyes...

[GunsXxgoXxBangXxBang]

Alexis sat cross legged on her full sized mattress and stared sleepily out the window. She was in her pajamas but not because she was going to sleep. Oh no it was quit the contrary Alexis in fact was just waking up. Her sleeping schedule had flipped itself ever since she went to work for the werewolf's. She helped heal the wounded and the sick so she had to work nights. The reason being is most if not all battles where fought at night because the vampires couldn't go out in the day. Alexis really didn't mind much that she had been turned into a night owl, although she did miss a nice sunny afternoon every now and then. She was just glad she could aid the werewolf's in there fight against the disgusting creatures that had caused her heart so much pain and grief. So with a small yawn she hopped off her bed and made her way over to the closet where she picked out her clothes for the night. After changing into a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt she headed out of her room and towards the kitchen for something to eat.

[Autumn_Dawn93]

Rayne sat on a wooden chair in the middle of an empty room, looking out the window as if she was interested in something that was going on outside, but she was really oblivious to everything out there. She sang in a very hush tone, "Time, is on my side, yes it is''. Then she looked from the window, to her hands, then back out the window.

[joebobohobo]

((Sweetie has asked me to give my vampire leader position to someone else because im not usually on when she is and im not all that literate XD any takers? :D))

[LillyPadDooDa]

{{I'll go ahead and take it. :] Thanks.}}

[joebobohobo]

((ok sure :D no problem XD farewell to this rp D: ))

[coeur]

A howl pierced the night, shattering serenity into ashes. Ireland frowned as the dark woods snarled into life; he knew it would be difficult for him to stay much longer. The woods belonged to the wolves--beasts shifting between man and animal.

Truthfully, Ireland did not mind werewolves; but that was not the nature of his profession. His profession was allegiance, and allegiance was binary. Ireland didn't have to take sides; sides were already taken for him. It was nothing personal. It was all just a matter of fate. It was a very peaceful, very restful, setup. Ireland slept well--frighteningly well--every morning.

Ireland turned away from the little wolf and began to blur home, his remarkable speed leaving duplicates of his image like a trail of smoke.

[joebobohobo]

((Sweetie says i can stay but i have to be more literate XD so im making another character :D))
Name: Kell
Age: 162 (looks more like 21)
Species: Vampire
Personality: very happy (maybe too happy), hates it when people just sit there, like to be up and moving
Powers/Weapons: he uses a long katana http://th239.photobucket.com/albums/ff262/Kratos0136/th_katana.jpg
Bio: orphaned as a child a vampire took him in and turned him, he doesnt say much else about it
Lover [if you have one]: i dunno o.o
Looks: http://th84.photobucket.com/albums/k38/nature_morns/dark%20or%20fantasy/th_8ffaf641.jpg

[Sweetie2393]

((-_- I didn't mean quit the RP. Bloody hell. ><.))

Andrew sighed, he was just about to turn human again, to talk to the vampire. There was something about him, he wanted to know more, see into the emerald eyes. Hopping off the rock he ran back through the forest to where he left his pile of clothes.
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Faith laid on the hard cot, watching her door, it was almost time for her to go back to work without a minute of sleep. How could anyone sleep in a place like this with vampires all around.
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Anna frowned, walking back into the castle from the fresh air into the blood smelling castle. It was horrible, but hey, at least she had somewhere to live right? She made her was to the more nicer part of the castle where it was lightly lit, vampires all around, whispering to one another.
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Mason was back at the castle, waiting for Andrew to come back; he had left without asking or saying anything. He sighed and waited, watching as some female servants walked past.

[joebobohobo]

((x.x sorry thats what i thought you meant in the PM ><))
Kell walks down the stairs from his room up above, he had just woken up and was still very bleary eyed and drowsy. He waved and said 'Good morning' to everyone he passed as he made his way slowly to the kitchen. He sat down in a chair and laid his dead down on the table to go back to sleep.

[GunsXxgoXxBangXxBang]

Alexis hopped down the last couple steps of the main staircase until she was on the ground floor. She then turned to her left and started to walk down the long hallway towards the kitchen. as she walked down the hall she had to shove her hands into the pockets of her jeans to stop them from fidgeting. Alexis liked the werewolf's place well enough but a lot of the time it was really quit and that always made Alexis a little nervous. Finally reaching the door to the kitchen she pushed it open. She then quickly made her self a bowl of cereal and sat down on one of the counter tops. She then slowly started to eat as she stared off into space slightly lost in thought.

[LillyPadDooDa]

((-_- I didn't mean quit the RP. Bloody hell. ><.))

Faith laid on the hard cot, watching her door, it was almost time for her to go back to work without a minute of sleep. How could anyone sleep in a place like this with vampires all around.

Dagan paced in his room, his hands behind his back. How, in god's name, did there turn out to be human's in HIS castle. He puffed angrily. None of them were intruiginig... none delicious... all were dirty or unfaithfull to their kind- all except for one. He stopped pacing and stared at the floor. Why must he think of that lovely face, those green eyes... dark silhouette of hair.

No matter. He musnt think of her.

[Sweetie2393]

Minutes later Faith was up again, brushing out her raven black hair and then heading back out to the kitchen, getting glasses of blood for the ones she served. With a sigh she headed back out into the dining area, being eyed or called over for a glass. One male watching her carefully, she didn't like the way he looked at her.

[GunsXxgoXxBangXxBang]

After Alexis had finished her breakfast she set her empty bowl in the sink and exited the kitchen. She then made her way down the long hallway once more but this time instead turning to go up the staircase she kept walking. After a few minutes she opened the door that led to the infirmary and looked around in relief that she didn't have any patients yet. Hopefully non at all tonight. She hoped uselessly. There was never a night where she didn't have at least five wounded come to see her.

[joebobohobo]

Kell waves at Faith "Hello" and waits hoping she would bring him a large glass of blood over, it was early and he was very hungry, but too sleepy still to go and get some himself so instead he called her over to him.

[Sweetie2393]

Faith bought him over a glass of blood and nodded slightly."Sir..." She said softly before turning to walk away, going to get more glasses. She felt they're glaze on her, it was annoying and bothered her.

[joebobohobo]

Kell sighed and ran his finger along the mouth of the glass, Not much of a conversation... but shrugs and drinks down his glass of blood to satisfy his thirst, after a few more minutes he was feeling a little more energetic and ran upstairs to his room to change.

[coeur]

Ireland reentered the castle with light steps, the wind still fresh in his ears. He ascended the stairs with his teeth gleaming. The moon whispered through cobwebs and framed his features in silver, making his sharp, green eyes even more menacing. Ireland passed Kell and the servant girl in the hallway; his comrade was ordering a glass of blood from the servant. Ireland licked his lips.

"Get me a glass too, girl."

[joebobohobo]

Kell comes back down the stairs in a new change of clothes and ran outside into the fresh air to run and exercise to blow off some steam.

[Sweetie2393]

Faith nodded, her eyes going a bit wide as she saw him; he look so incredable, but evil as well. She hurried to the kitchen, returning with a new tray of blood; handing Ireland one.

[joebobohobo]

Kell finishes his run and comes back inside for some water, panting and breathing heavily. He smiles faintly at the passing maids and drinks a bunch of water.

[coeur]

Ireland smirked as he took the goblet from the servant's tray. Her wide eyes told him she liked what she saw, but her trembling fingers told him she was afraid. Humans were so easy to seduce. Ireland reached out and ran his fingers over the servant's jaw, admiring the flushed skin as he sipped chilled blood through his fangs. "What's your name, girl?"

[Sweetie2393]

Blushing she shivered and looked up at him."I'm Faith, sir." She said softly, looking at him with her own green eyes; they looked boring compared to his."Is there anything else you need or would like to know?" Faith asked, glancing up at him still.

[LillyPadDooDa]

Minutes later Faith was up again, brushing out her raven black hair and then heading back out to the kitchen, getting glasses of blood for the ones she served. With a sigh she headed back out into the dining area, being eyed or called over for a glass. One male watching her carefully, she didn't like the way he looked at her.
He saw her out of the gothic cathedral windows and studied her. Even in the rags she was given, there was a radience to her. He sighed and saw a rather dark looking male vampire eyeing her vivaciously. He growled something under his breath, a flash of his brilliant teeth peircing the dark light and he emerged from his dark study. His eyes glared into the male with a jealousy he thought he wouldn't ever feel and he leaned against the dark pillar he'd built with his old hands. His glare visaged and he then glanced at her.

[Sweetie2393]

Faith blinked and glanced to the side, her breath catching in her throat as she saw him. He was gorgeous, but she knew he wasn't human; he wouldn't look that nice if he was. Biting her lower lip and looked away and back up at the vampire who had asked her name, whose hand was still on her jaw.

[coeur]

Ireland could tell there was someone else watching through the cobwebs of the mansion, but he wasn't disturbed. Rather, Ireland thought it was funny--ironic, even--that a vampire should resort to voyeurism. He snickered; the Dark Gift used for petty peeping.

Ireland let go of the girl's jaw and finished the last of his drink. It wasn't his intention to play castle politics--he wasn't that vain. Servant girls like Faith came and went, usually in coffins, as their masters pleased. It was a vampire's loss to become attached to the weaklings.

"That will be all," said Ireland, placing the goblet on Faith's tray. He turned and walked toward the study.

[LillyPadDooDa]

Dagan snarled quietly, but with a verocity that could have scared a large man. His fingers clenched into fists and his eyes closed. He would have to control his anger if he was to adapt to the beautiful sevant girl standing some yard or two away from him. He opened his eyes and they sparkled at dark mustard.

That Ireland was a ignorant one; humans weren't play things... they could destroy you and Dagan didn't like the way he treated authority... or his coven. His silly little charms didn't work with any who were immortal, and he would have to choose to ignore this peeve if he was to control his rage.

He stepped forward and took a goblet of blood off of the tray she was now holding at her side. "Faith." He said simply and he took a small sip of the delicious liquid.

[joebobohobo]

Kell had been watching and chuckled. Big bad Dagan has feelings for pretty young maid... thats sweet. he thought to himself and finished his drink and walked outside to relax in the fresh air.

[Sweetie2393]

Faith watched him as if he were the ost beautiful thing shes ever seen, she could barely reply when he said her name."S-Sir." She nodded slightly, gazing up at him, lost in his eyes; that was a bad thing. She knew never to lok directly into they;re eyes but it was so hard...

[LillyPadDooDa]

He smiled slightly and his fangs appeared; the more menacing part? They had the watery blood look on them from his bouisant. She had guts; looking him straight in the eyes meant a punishment for most servants, but never would he let her be chained on his command. His finger trailed along her jaw. "You look simply delicious this morrow." He remarked, oblivious the others around him.

[Sweetie2393]

She shivered, her head tilting slightly into the touch of his fingertips; she couldn't help it."If you think so, sir, I'll take your word for it." She murmured softly still staring into his eyes, not noticing the other vampires around them. All she saw was him.

[LillyPadDooDa]

"Must you call me 'sir'"? He asked exhasperatdely. "A beautiful flower like you shouldn't call me someting so dominant." He said that last sentence so softly only she would be able to hear him. "Would you like to accompany to my study? I'll give you an early break." He bribed slightly, but he knew she wouldn't need it.

[Sweetie2393]

"Well... What would you like me to call you?" She said gently with a blush, blushing deeper at his offer."I don't know, I still have things to do... But if you want me to...." She trailed off, blushing more.

[coeur]

Ireland strolled into the study feeling quite chipper; he had had his daily serving of plasma and he didn't even have to kill that pretty little girl to do it. No, Dagan would have been upset if he had tried, and Ireland wasn't interested in coven politics. A smile appeared on Ireland's face like a bleeding crack in his head. He didn't care much for the coven at all which, as far as he was concerned, was only a glorified street gang full of stuffy old geezers who couldn't take a little mischief.

He walked through the library, noting all the different types of books crowding the shelves. His fingers fluttered over the spines until they rested over his favorite volume, The Prince. It was then that Ireland was suddenly struck by a nauseating feeling of hopelessness and absurdity. He looked at the vaulted ceilings of the castle but could only wring from the Gothic architecture a sensation of futility. It was all just so comical--the glamor, the war, the vampiric sob stories.

It all became so clear to Ireland, then, that everything--especially the coven--was ridiculous.

[LillyPadDooDa]

He raised his eyebrow and traced her lips with his fingertip before standing straight up and bring his arm back to his side. "Attend to your duties... and if you overseer feels you've done your duty... come find me." He told her. His dark, broad silhouette dissapered from her view and he stalked out into the dark patios behind the large castle.

He was absurdly hungry, and the tussle with the werewolves were just... manner. He didn't want any vivacious vigilanties of their kind thinking they could "seduce" one of his own. They'd done it before and he could almost say they were as good as the vampyrs at their talents... but they weren't as gorgeous.

He smiled and looked up into the moon. "These violent delights have violent ends."

[coeur]

Ireland had wandered onto the patios for a bit of air. He tugged on his collar gently, trying recover from his bout of Nausea only moments before. Ireland was used to the Nausea now. He had encountered it, studied it, absorbed it. Ireland already knew exactly what the Nausea was about, but he didn't know what the Nausea wanted from him.

Ever since Ireland was little, he knew that there was no meaning behind existence; yet, he continued to press on, hoping to find some kind substitute. He had almost succeeded too, until he was turned. Eternity did such strange things to the human mind.

Ireland saw Dagan pondering in the moonlight. "Such somber words," he said to Dagan. "Perhaps it will do you good to lighten up from time to time."

[LillyPadDooDa]

A gust of wind blew Dagan's hair all around into his face, making him look even more malevolent than usual. His dark mustard eyes slipped to look at Ireland and he smirked a fang emerged slightly from the sad expression on the rest of face.

"Its only as true as this war." He sounded softly. His hands clutched at the stone fencing that kept one from jumping to his death. "The orchard walls are high and hard to climb. But... these times make my sould like lead. It would be a quick... natural death."

[coeur]

"So you'll just leave that little human to be consumed?" said Ireland, walking to stand next to Dagan. "What a delicious little morsel to leave your covenmates." He licked his lips. "And maybe, after you are gone, the vampires will mix with the wolves and reconcile this god awful war between two PMSing brothers?"

Ireland cracked a wicked, disrespectful smile.

"You know I wouldn't mind anything, so long as killing is done."

[LillyPadDooDa]

"I'm sure you wouldn't... but I've never reconciled with that meanderthoul of a brother." He growled lowly at Ireland's remarks about Faith while he spoke. "Faith, would be left to my council and not touched by filthy bloodsucking hands." He looked at Ireland from the corner of his eyes. "Seduce her all you want, but you attempt to take one bite of her... and I'll find you so fast... you won't even know what hit you. You or any other coven-brother."

At that he flashed a set of brilliantly menacing fangs.

[Sweetie2393]

Faith just nodded, her lips trembleing slightly as she watched him go. With a sigh she got back ot her duties, giving the vampires drinks and then cleaning up the kitchen when she finished. She felt cold fingertips run along her arm, terror ran through her as she glanced up, seeing the vampire from earlier.

[coeur]

Ireland laughed at Dagan's threat. It all seemed so insignificant to him--love, hate, war, peace--it didn't matter much to Ireland; nothing mattered much in the long run. Ireland slapped Dagan's shoulder, feigning innocence. He gave his coven brother's arm a squeeze--not a menacing squeeze, but a playful squeeze--and grinned.

"I wouldn't join the wolves, eh?" said Ireland, hand still on Dagan's arm. "Do you remember how you got me to join this coven? I'm sure you do, but let me remind you: it wasn't because you were a vampire and I was a vampire; it wasn't because I hated wolves; it wasn't because I liked you or your old-fashioned ways. Do you remember now? I joined because you said there'd be killing--there'd be war and suffering and misery and I thought, 'Well, that's what a fellow like me is looking for.'"

Ireland smiled and removed his hand from Dagan's shoulder.

"And I saw the prettiest little wolf tonight…"

[Sweetie2393]

He slowly got dressed and started back the way he came to the river again, just to get the others scent. And what a wonderful scent it was. To belive he was interested in a vampire.
-------
Faith just turned and went back to cleaning up but the other grabed her wrist in an unbreakable hold. She squirmed and bit her lower lip, glaring up at him. He just smirked and traced a finger down her neck over her frantic pulse.

[LillyPadDooDa]

He whipped around. There was something wrong; he could feel it. Was it odd he could feel her terror. Maybe not, but it felt strange and he looked over at Ireland for a mere second before looking back at the dark entryway. "I give you leave... and change has become over one of our brothers." He said quietly and he stalked back into the castle in flowing, graceful movements.

[Sweetie2393]

"I need to get to work." She said a bit lowly, trying her best not to sound frightened. Why did these things always happen to her? With a soft laugh he smiled and his grip became tighter."I don't think you'll be going any where right now." He said, his head moving in for the bite. She squirmed and kicked.

[LillyPadDooDa]

Dagan growled malovently when he saw a vampire with his teeth emerged at Faith's neck. He roared loudly and when he reached the vampire he slammed him up against the wall by his neck. Dagan's muscles were twitching and his thin skin let every vein stick out. His eyes were no longer mustard yellow; they were crimson. "How DARE you! Don't you EVER touch her!" He growled. His fingers squeezed around the vampire and he right hooked his fist into his face, hitting his eye in just the right spot to knock him unconsious. He let him fall to the ground and looked at him for a little bit before looking at Faith and going to her side.

"Faith... are you alright?" He asked softly, holding her arms only slightly.

[joebobohobo]

Kell watched with vague amusement as the vampire was getting ready to feed on Faith. He would have liked to do the same, but he was the submissive type and didnt want to get on bad terms with Dagan, besides, he wanted to see Dagan knock the poor vampire silly.

[joebobohobo]

Kell claps "Well done Dagan." he looked over at the heap of body on the floor and snickered to himself What an idiot. I knew Dagan was going to clobber him.

[Sweetie2393]

Dagan growled malovently when he saw a vampire with his teeth emerged at Faith's neck. He roared loudly and when he reached the vampire he slammed him up against the wall by his neck. Dagan's muscles were twitching and his thin skin let every vein stick out. His eyes were no longer mustard yellow; they were crimson. "How DARE you! Don't you EVER touch her!" He growled. His fingers squeezed around the vampire and he right hooked his fist into his face, hitting his eye in just the right spot to knock him unconsious. He let him fall to the ground and looked at him for a little bit before looking at Faith and going to her side.

"Faith... are you alright?" He asked softly, holding her arms only slightly.

"I-I didn't know!" The other vampire protested before he was out cold, slumped down on the floor.

Faith was watching with wide emerald eyes, her legs were shaking slightly. He had almost bitten her; killed her... Barely registering what he had said she just nodded slightly, looking up at him with a frightened look."Yeah... I think I'm okay." She said quietly.

[LillyPadDooDa]

"I-I didn't know!" The other vampire protested before he was out cold, slumped down on the floor.

Faith was watching with wide emerald eyes, her legs were shaking slightly. He had almost bitten her; killed her... Barely registering what he had said she just nodded slightly, looking up at him with a frightened look."Yeah... I think I'm okay." She said quietly.
"Come with me." He said and took her hands, leading her away while he glanced at Kell and gave him a very slight smirk. His hands gripped hers like steel and he led her back to his study. He shut the door and sat her down. "Here's some water." He said softly, gingerly and held out a glass for her.

[Sweetie2393]

She followed him, glad to be able to finally sit down. She took the glass gently and took a sip."Thank you." She said quietly when she was done. Her gaze slid around the room a bit before back up at him.

[LillyPadDooDa]

She watched her intently. He couldn't read her, which was odd. His hand lingered at his chin and he co.cked his head to the side. "You're.... Welcome..." He said in a breathy voice. His jaw turned set and hard and a low, trashing growl was being penned up in his throat. "I'm sorry about that peice of vermin... he doesn't deserve to exist." He said bitterly.

[Sweetie2393]

"Its okay... I'm always getting into trouble." She smiled slightly, trying to lighten the mood. A finger tip traced the rim of the glass as she looked down at it.

[LillyPadDooDa]

"Only one viable reason strikes me for that." He muttered. He wouldn't admit it to her, but he was finding himself more taken with her everytime her heard her voice or saw her infront of his eyes. His hand gripped the bookshelf he stood by after he stood up and he leaned on his elbow, looking more like a greek god than a 24 year old man.

[Sweetie2393]

"Oh?" She asked, looking up at him again, watching him carefully; taking in every inch of him. He was gorgeous. She swallowed hard and took another drink.

[LillyPadDooDa]

"Yes." He said simply. He couldn't admit that to her. No way. She was human, she should have been something like a mongrel to him since she was human. But she was the opposite. He wanted to be around her all of the time, to touch her. His eyes flickered away and he noticed he was still holding his blood glass through all this time. He smiled. "My, how my mind wanders." He laughed.

[Sweetie2393]

She smiled a bit."Not going to share what you were thinking about?" She asked, watching him still before taking another sip. Her throat was a bit dry and it was hard for her to think of things to say. Why was she like this now? With a vampire...

[LillyPadDooDa]

"You wouldn't want to know." He said softly. "Like I said, my mind wanders. You would find what I was thinking quite confusing and probably terrifying." He murmered. You could have cut the tension in the room with a knife. His body was rigid and his knuckles were white with the grip he held on the bookshelf. "Trust me."

[Sweetie2393]

She frowned a bit but nodded."Alright. Well... I should go." She said, starting to get up. She didn't want to, but she didn't want to get in trouble for not finishing cleaning up...

[LillyPadDooDa]

He grabbed her arm softly, pulling her over to him. "Hold on." He said softly and he reached into one of his mahogany desk drawers. He pulled out a very sutle pendent and he put it in her hand. "Just show this to any coven-brother and he'll leave you be. Its my own mark." Oddly enough, it had a claw and a fang on it. "And Faith," his face was now at a alarming proximity to hers, "be careful." He closed her palm.

[Sweetie2393]

She shivered at the feel of his hand on her arm, her face becoming hot with a blush as he pulled her closer; she was very aware of how close they were."O-okay." She whispered, her hand tight on the pendent, looking down at it before back up at him.

[LillyPadDooDa]

"Now go." He let go of her completely and returned back to his height. He towered over her. "I wouldn't want you to get into trouble because of me." He smiled. "Be careful." He repeated and he turned away from her and waited for her to leave.

[Sweetie2393]

She nodded and turned, frowning a bit. She didn't want to leave bit she had to. With a sigh she left her room and went back to the kitchen, putting the pendent on her silver chain.

[questofdreams]

Aspen felt the call of the moon as surely as a thread looped around his wrist, beckoning him away from the stark walls of his study. The moon was at its brightest, casting silver lights in the crests of the trees like delicate crowns of fairy dust. He left the confines of his keep behind him, bare feet whispering across the grass. This was his favorite time of night, when the moon was high and the shadows were deep enough to hide even the most inept of predators.

[coeur]

The moon was an ancient blade over Ireland's head, dented and abused but still vindictive, still deadly, like a pock-faced woman with gleaming eyes. Ireland looked to her. He saw the illness strewn about her face and the decay on her lips. He felt her pale complexion, far more sickly than his own, on his ivory skin. He tasted the dryness of her ashen essence on his tongue. He smelled the smoke that crowned her head, a misleading halo. Then, he heard her wolves cry.

There was something seductive about a woman like the moon--love and war embodied in the egg of her being, ready to hatch either at any given moment. Ireland thought of the wolf he had seen by the stream earlier. There was something seductive about wolves like that too; there was something wild and frightening and delicious about the velvet of muscle against the point of claw. And the moon, their mother, driving them all--human, vampire, and wolf--savage with the same milk-hand that had framed their symmetries.

Ireland smiled. It was a terrifying gash of a smile. Ireland was overcome with an irresistible need to escape--away from the castle, away from the coven. He was overpowered by wanderlust; the desire to explore, to discover, to destroy. Ireland tore through the castle and flew into the night--the moon whispering horrible seductions in his ear.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew smiled as the scent hit him; it was him. Oh how he was excited now, but why? It was only a vampire. With a sigh he sound himself walking twords the wind, following the scent.
His eyes were still the bright amber from before, but his hair was normal. He wondered if the other would even recognize him.

[questofdreams]

The call of his kin pierced the silence and Aspen's eyes fluttered shut, letting their cries sing through his blood, stirring the beast within. He moved further along into the forest, falling into the shadows like a returning lover, the darkness a caress against his brow. He felt the brush of his kin as those in the area acknowledged the presence of their leader.

Aspen accepted their respect by tilting his head back, exposing the graceful curve of his neck to the moon. Trust was essential within the pack and a leader was only as powerful as his numbers. He turned away, seeking solitude further from the castle. His sniffed lightly, catching the brisk tang of water and made for the stream that cut through the forest, dividing his territory and the vampires'.

[coeur]

Ireland found himself in the dark woods again; the moon guided his madness with swift talons. Ireland did not know why this night was so filled with cloying impulses. He felt the need for destruction surge through his veins and, like all urges for destruction, came the overpowering desire for sex. Ireland's presence was strong and frantic in the woods--twigs snapped against his flesh; leaves crumbled under his feet. Even the moon, the monstrous hand that had framed his insanity, shied away from him.

[questofdreams]

Aspen sank to all fours and melted back into the shadows as the sharp scent of a vampire unfurled across his senses like smoke on water. There was a frenzied zest to it and he opened his mouth to run his tongue along his bottom lip, recalling the succulent blood of a creature with such intimate ties to the night.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew found himself at the small river again, looking at the other side; the vampires side. He sighed and looked into the water again, thoughts filling his mind like,'What if I was a vampire instead?' things like that. He shook his head, trying to get the rediculous thoughts outs that was soon filled with other erotic thoughts of the other male and himself. Running a hand through his hair he looked up again, looking at the sky.

[coeur]

Ireland heard the wolves growling past the stream. The stream was a peculiar place; a borderland, where spirits transmigrate from brute to savage and emerge in abomination. Drinking from the river was unholy communion. It could be considered a declaration of war; it could be considered a declaration of treachery; no one knew for sure what the other side would think.

But Ireland was inexplicably attracted to the stream. He approached it, the blade of the moon reflected on the surface, and stared into the cold, clear depths of mystery.

[questofdreams]

Aspen rose, weaving through the black morass with graceful ease. The quiet rush of the stream lay ahead and his nostrils flared, picking up the vampire's position before his eyes did. He slid his gaze to the left, brows drawing into a sneer as he easily picked out one of his own, ogling the vampire with equal relish.

Aspen drew forward, the other wolf's presence insignificant. The surface of the stream glittered silver and cast dancing lights at the feet of the vampire, who stood transfixed by its display.

"You're not the first I've come across here. The stream is an alluring temptress."

[coeur]

Ireland looked up from the stream to see two men, or rather, wolves. He smiled the same horrible, gash of a smile. The malice was barely contained behind the curl of his lip. But it was not impulse, it was some unknown urge for self-destruction that propelled his frightening expressions.

"Is that so?" said Ireland. "But you will find that I am very unlike other people. After all, how many other people have dared to do this?"

With those words, Ireland walked into the stream and began wading toward the bank. Wolves howled and crooned on the other side, wild with hunger and glee. Ireland ignored all of this. His eyes were fixed on the man who had addressed--challenged--him, leading him to do the very act that could cost him his life.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew looked back, seeing his leader and his vampire; well not his vampire, but, he wished he was. Moving a bit closer he watched and listened, just staying in the background, out of the way but still in veiw of everyone...

[questofdreams]

Aspen felt something savage rip through his gut as the vampire entered the stream. A low growl issued from his throat, soft but thick with menace. The sound echoed briefly in the air, an unspoken command for silence. The quiet song of the wind whistling through the branches grew defeaning in the ensuing seconds.

Aspen stepped forward, holding his head high so that the moon fell in a gleaming strip across his throat. He was not intimidated by this vampire who sought to flout the mores of their species.

"Do you seek death, vampire? Or does your arrogance dare to exceed the boundaries of your kind?"

[coeur]

"Ireland," he said. "My name is Ireland." He wadded past the middle of the stream, the water as high as his chest. The moon lent mystery to his angles: the sharp of his jaw, the corner of his eye, and slope of his brick-rose mouth. He was bathed stolen light, and in that glow the malice of his face was apparent. "Do not think I am loyal to anyone because of my birth. Do not think I come to be loyal to you. I only come out of curiosity."

Ireland began to emerge from the water, his clothes clinging to him. The danger of his body was apparent. He began to emerge from the depths of the stream.

"And I come for blood."

[questofdreams]

Aspen's gaze was naturally drawn to the way the water sluiced down the vampire's--Ireland's--body. His lips curved into a smirk and he closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply of the stream's crisp scent and catching the subtle sweetness of blood that hovered near the vampire's lips.

He could tell by the way he moved that every step was deliberate, every careful shift in weight and stance the result of the self-awareness that made vampires so formidable. But this vampire, if he was to be believed, held no allegiance to anyone, making him twice as dangerous an opponent.

Aspen stepped forward toward the creature bathed in water and moonbeams and tilted his neck, a blatant challenge.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew'sbright golden eyes went wide as he watched the vampire, the water leaving his clothes clinging to his body. To bad there were others around, and they didn't like him. He let out a soft sigh.

[coeur]

Ireland climbed up the other bank. The water was swishing at his calves. The mud was slipping under his shoes. The wind was slipping through his shirt. His eyes were fixed upon the man who had challenged him. The moon was wild in her ways; she made Ireland mad for violence and death and the deep crimson that lay beyond; she made him set in his tragedy. Ireland did not stop walking until he was nose-to-nose with the man on the other side.

Their eyes met--cutting and cold.

Ireland could smell blood--the sloppy slurp of raw flesh; the thrill of conquest--on the man's collar. Ireland smiled again. And again, it was terrible and glowing under the moon.

[questofdreams]

Aspen's lips twisted into a smile, nostrils flaring as the vampire's scent grew cloying and sweet. The moon was a fickle mistress, a consuming presence on its dais, but it lent its grace ultimately to the wolves. The moonlight threaded through his hair, brushed gentle fingers down the curve of his cheekbones and danced mockingly within the cool flint of his eyes.

There was a whisper of breath on his lips as the vampire breathed ... and then Aspen was lunging forward, silent as a wolf in the underbrush, claws curling around that slender span of pale neck.

[coeur]

Ireland felt the hold of jaws against his white neck. The nip of teeth bled crescent-shaped wounds from his flesh; crimson ran down marble. Ireland somehow found the breath the laugh a breathless, truncated laugh. It was all so ridiculous. It was all so--

He grabbed the wolf and sank his teeth into the wolf's neck, tasting soft velvet against his tongue. His lips curled in glee as dark mirth ran down his throat. It tasted good, wild. Ireland sank his nails into the man's neck and, with echoing speed, pushed his captor away from him. Ireland squirmed away from the man and emerged, rasping on his knees, alive.

[questofdreams]

Aspen arched back as if in ecstacy--and the comparison was not without merit. His mouth fell open, savoring the taste of vampire blood, unmindful of the sting at his neck where the warmth of his own blood flowed freely to paint his shirt black and viscous. He cast the vampire an appreciate glance, something carnal flaring in his gut at the sight of him on his knees, dragging in air past those stained lips.

He threw back his head and his mouth opened, a high and purely animal howl echoing up through the treetops. The call of his kin joined him and there was a quickening in the air, a frenzied bloodlust that carried through the forest as his wolves answered his call.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew bit his lower lip as his body shook and bones poped, her groaned and it soon turned into a howl as he turned into a were wolf. His clothes he had just put on were in shreads and there stood the golden wolf again. He moved over a bit, closer to them all.

[coeur]

Ireland coughed a couple of times, his fingers gauging moons into the mud. He rose to his feet with wobbling legs and cutting green eyes. He saw the wolves congregating around him; he saw their hungry looks. But these were just animals, they were nothing compared to South Boston and the roar of machine guns. They were nothing compared to the sharp edge of a switchblade sinking into the slosh of innards.

Ireland smiled and pulled out his knife. The blade opened with a click--a snap of the jaws.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew whimpered, he didn't want this. He didn't want this damn war. He watched, just watched, backing up a bit. He couldn't do it, he couldn't get between them, he would be torn apart; especially for being attracted to the vampire. God help him, why was he such a mess up? He watched, whimpering, watching the vampire with the gorgous green eyes.

[questofdreams]

Aspen dragged his fingers down his neck, smearing his blood even as he traced the puncture wounds where Ireland's fangs had pierced the skin. He'd never been bitten before and the experience was a novel one, although not altogether unpleasant... A vampire had never even got close enough to scrape his neck before and Ireland had gone so far as to drink from him.

He turned back to the vampire who had made himself fair game the moment he'd stepped foot into the stream. One member of the pack snarled, darting forward, and Aspen sent him a look of displeasure, curbing the werewolf's enthusiasm for fresh meat. Ireland was intriguing in a way a vampire had never been to him before and the curiosity pricked, mingling with the odd desire to lick the blood from the vampire's lips.

[coeur]

"Brute," he said. Ireland spat blood at the wolf, his mouth covered in wild crimson. The moon seemed red to him now; his wits were sharp. Ireland could see things so clearly now: the curve of his lips, the gleam of his eyes, the hollow of his collar... There was nothing other than this; there was nothing other than blood and the relish of life seeping into the earth, ripe to be forgotten.

Ireland rushed toward the wolf with his knife drawn and deathly, as silver as the moon.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew was suddenly running over, trying to get between them; he couldn't let anything happen. He didn't want him to die... Either of them. One was his leader, the other was just a vampire; but still, what kinda of impression would that be if he just stood there, watching. He ran, his paws pounding into the Earth and then into the water as he tried to get between them.

[questofdreams]

Aspen wanted to laugh at the insult. He wasn't just a brute. He was an animal and he embraced it. His eyes widened, mostly in surprise at the vampire's gall, when Ireland lunged forward, the edge of a blade catching the moonlight and glowing dully. The display of rebellion was unexpected and Aspen almost forgot to dodge.

He twisted away, the blade catching his side, drawing a long thin line of blood across his ribs that immediately welled up and further saturated his shirt. He grasped Ireland's wrist, twisting the arm away from him and shoving the vampire into the dirt at his feet.

Disgusted, he shrugged off his shirt and threw the blood-soaked garment aside. He made an angry gesture without looking at the wolf who had leapt across the distance, perhaps in an attempt to protect him. He didn't like having his ability doubted by his own pack. But understandly, they had all just stood witness to a vampire successfully drawing blood from him a second time.

He addressed the young wolf who had come forward. "Do you know what we do to vampires who willingly cross into our territory?"

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew nodded, whimpering a bit. He didn't care, he didn't card anymore. He looked at Ireland and nudged him back, wanting him to go back to the other side. He wanted this to be over and this fighting wouldn't help, it wouldn't help at all.

Mason watched, standing next to his leader; he was second in command."You know Andrew hates the war, sir." He said with a sigh, watching.

[coeur]

The wolf's hand on his wrist caused him to drop the knife. The torque of the twist caused him to scream--but not quite. Ireland remembered Frank Wallace in South Boston who broke both of his arms before he could join the Gustin Gang in 1923. 'Don't scream,' Frank had said, smoking a cigar and drinking illegal whiskey, 'if you don't scream, you can join the gang.' Ireland hadn't screamed since; he only opened his mouth wide, all of his teeth showing, and ghost the sound of agony.

Ireland felt the wet nose of a wolf on his arm. It was the little wolf from before, the pretty little thing that had enthralled him. But now the wolf seemed to mock him, trying to get him to go back. Ireland would not go back. He would not leave the fight. Ireland drew another knife from his left sleeve.

He lunged at the heaving torso before him and felt the warmth of blood.

[coeur]

Name: Apollonia
Age: 26
Species: Werewolf
Personality: Graceful, commanding, sure, wise, nurturing
Powers/Weapons: The dangerous fury of a woman
Bio: Born in Italy, Apollonia grew up in the gunfire of the mafia. Her entire family was wiped out by the mafia for personal reasons. Her father had insulted the local don and had been killed. Her brother attempted to avenge her father's death but died in the process. Her mother, in sorrow, committed suicide. Poor, but unbroken, Apollonia immigrated to the United States in hopes of starting a new life. Instead, she was turned into a werewolf. Yet, her endless experience in the war zone of Sicily makes her a perfect adviser to Aspen. She is held in high esteem. She refers to herself as a consigliere and acts as the mother of the pack.
Lover: Mason
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[questofdreams]

Aspen felt the sharp slide of metal as it pierced his skin. His claws wrapped around the upper arms of the body pressed against his and his lips pulled back, snarling at the pain that bloomed from his chest.

Aspen sank his teeth into his bottom lip, blood flooding his mouth as he fought to reign in his instincts, the desire to attack and rip out the vampire's throat. He was an animal but the part of him that was still a man would always remain the master. He'd seen too many wolves go insane from the bloodlust and the instincts of the creature inside them.

The power of leadership had never tempted Aspen; he'd been content to linger at the edges of the pack. But such solitude was no longer his to entertain. As leader, he would have to make a decision.

He felt the blade twist and he growled, his lips curving into a mockery of a smile. "I will teach you your place, vampire." Then he leaned forward and licked the blood from Ireland's chin.

[coeur]

"Maybe," snarled Ireland, "but I'll show you your place--the grave." The words were bitter and hard, but he was already weakening. Ireland had never been strong or powerful, and that hadn't mattered in a world of guns and switchblades; he only had his speed and that was useless now that he was trapped in Aspen's grip. Ireland refused to release his blade. The wolves were closing in, but it didn't matter. He would take the wolf with him. He would drag the wolf straight to hell.

[Sweetie2393]

Andew whimpered more, nudging Mason."You want to what?!" He growled and looked at Aspin.
'Andrew thinks it would be best if we kept the blood sucker.' Mason sent telepathicly to they're leader, knowing he wouldn't like the idea; but it was a good one.
They could get information from him, before killing him later on of course, if Andrew would even let them.
It confused mason how Andrew could care so much what happened to the vampire.

[questofdreams]

Aspen jerked the vampire away, the blade burning as it slid free. "We all find our places there eventually, Ireland." He spun Ireland around, twisting his hands behind his back and securing them. He lowered his head, his lips brushing the shell of the vampire's ears. "But it seems tonight is not the time."

He nodded to Mason, cast Andrew a curious arch of his brow, and dragged Ireland forward, back towards the castle. "No, we won't kill the vampire. Yet. But we will make an example of him." He felt his limbs grow leaden at the continued bloodloss but he flattened his lips and grit his jaw. He would not show weakness before the pack. He could hold himself together at least until they reached the castle and the privacy of his rooms.

[Sweetie2393]

Mason nodded."Alright." He replied, following behind them, he could tell Aspin was tired."I'll take him once we get back." He replied softly, his bright blue gaze on the vampire.
Andrew followed, running along side them, glancing up every now and then with his amber eyes, watching them.

[GunsXxgoXxBangXxBang]

((Sorry guys I kinda forgot that I was in this RP. Could some one give me a small recap about what has happened?))

[Sweetie2393]

((Well, most the wolves are by the river, on the way back to the castle with a vampire they captured.))

[GunsXxgoXxBangXxBang]

((Ok thank you!))
Alexis was once again in the kitchen. So far the night had been pretty boring which was kind of a surprise since most of the time there was at least a couple werewolf's and a even a few humans who needed healing. She had gotten a glass of water and was currently on her way back to the infirmary.

[coeur]

Ireland groaned as his arms dislocated under the strain of Aspen's grip. Pain streaked through his eyes, wiping the exhaustion from their corners. The agony was fresh and new and delicious, even though his arms had been dislocated several times before. Ireland remembered looking Frank Wallace in the eyes, saying, 'Getting punched in the stomach never gets old.' He remembered the terror that had settled into Frank's face, and the smile that had ran across his lips. Ireland remembered loving the implications pain brought when he was human.

He savored the relief pain brought now. It didn't matter that his arms would heal by tomorrow. All that mattered was the staccato of agony shattering the drawl of eternity.

Ireland's vision blurred; suddenly everything was softer, less menacing, until even the moon was but a faint glimmer in the night.

[questofdreams]

Aspen blinked up at the moon, it's silver edges bleeding into the stars as his vision grew faint.

****, he thought. He closed his eyes, letting his nose and the pack guide him, his steps steady despite that his rapidly beating heart grew quick and frantic in his ears. Suddenly, the vampire slumped in his arms and he stumbled a few paces before righting himself.

"Weakling," he muttered. "Someone take him. I need to clean up." His neck prickled and was more an irritant than a pain, but his side burned and his ribs felt like they were being flayed open with every step.

[coeur]

Apollonia was making spaghetti and garlic bread for two dozen hungry wolves when she heard Aspen's voice boom through the house. She turned the sauce into a quiet simmer before sprinting into the courtyard. Her skirt swished against her olive calves as she saw a pack of wolves howling and glowering in a circle. Aspen stood in the middle of the circle, torn and bruised and angry. Apollonia rushed to his side and found a bloodied young man lying at Aspen's feet.

"What is this?" said Apollonia. Her Italian accent was lush in the night. "What is this vampire doing here?"

[questofdreams]

Aspen's temper was perhaps a mite on edge with his head growing lighter by the second and it was with great relief that Apollonia emerged from the castle, skirts in a bunch and looking both concerned and harried.

"This vampire dared to defy both me and the decree of his own people before the entire pack. He will be kept prisoner until I find a use for him." He cast the vampire a last lingering look, his eyes dim and thoughtful as he recalled the vampire's bravery--and stupidity--and it wrenched from him a reluctant ounce of respect for the unconscious man. "Put him in the chamber across from mine. The walls there are reinforced."

He avoided Appollonia's sharp gaze, knowing she would see immediately how his strength was already failing him and if he didn't find his bed soon, he'd surely disgrace himself by falling flat on his face in the middle of the courtyard.

[coeur]

"You," said Apollonia, "get inside and clean up. I'll bring you some spaghetti and garlic bread shortly." She looked at Ireland. "I'll take care of this one." Apollonia grabbed the vampire by the scruff of his neck; he moaned in his unconsciousness, a sensual, content moan. Apollonia looked about her.

"And the rest of you wolves, there's spaghetti in the kitchen. Get in all of you and fill your stomachs. And don't eat it all, you savages."

[questofdreams]

Aspen was only too eager to leave. He nodded his thanks to Appollonia and quickly headed inside before his legs decided to give out on him. The vampire's blood had been heady and sweet, a brief moment of carnal bliss and luscious, moonspun flavor. But the blood he'd lost had already flushed the vampire's from his system. He bit his lip, a tiny memory of the lush moment singing through his veins.

It was with great relief that he threw his bedroom door open and slammed it shut behind him before the raw wound in his chest began bleeding anew and Aspen muttered at least half a dozen curses in three different languages before the floor rushed up to meet him.

[coeur]

Apollonia dragged the vampire up the stairs of their mansion. The sound of stone smacking against skull did not bother her. It was a sound she had grown up with; it was the first sound she remembers hearing. She finally turns to get a good look at the vampire after the third flight of stairs. She finds that the vampire is no more than a boy with a wrinkled brow that connoted anger and violence and rage. He could have been Sicilian if it weren't for the splatter of freckles that ran across his nose. The boy had an insolent mouth--the type of mouth that would get you killed in Italy--and rough hands--the type of hands that would have done the killing.

The boy was a killer, but that didn't mean he wasn't still a boy. Apollonia shook her head as she opened the door opposite of Aspen's. The room was built like a vault. There were no windows or mirrors. There was only a bed covered with lush velvet comforters and an ornate wardrobe. Apollonia, not wanting to sully the sheets with blood, threw the vampire onto the cold, stone floor. She had full confidence that he would heal himself.

Apollonia descended the stairs to find two dozen hungry wolves tearing away at garlic bread, wine, and spaghetti. She saw one wolf moving to get seconds from the stove. She immediately grabbed a ladle from the countertop and smacked the wolf with it. The young man whimpered in sour submission and retreated from the stove.

"Apollonia," cried one wolf, "let the pup have some more…there's plenty to go around!"

Apollonia slammed her fist onto the counter with disdain. "Who dares challenge my rule?" she howled.

The other wolves silenced themselves immediately and busied themselves with their food.

"That's what I thought," muttered Apollonia as she scooped pasta into a plate.

[questofdreams]

Aspen allowed himself a small groan before stifling the weakness. As much as he wanted to remain where he was, the idea of Appollonia finding him sprawled on the floor of his bedroom was a unappetizing one. His chest and side ached and he was only dimly aware that he was leaving a puddle on the coarse stone floor. If he got blood on the rug nearby, Appollonia would probably finish what Ireland had begun.

[coeur]

Apollonia turned the door handle with her elbow as she balanced a plate of steaming pasta and garlic bread--complete with fork and spoon--in one hand and a glass of merlot in the other; a starched, white napkin fluttered from her apron pocket as she entered Aspen's room. She frowned as she walked into a pool of Aspen's blood upon entering the room. Her frown deepened when she saw Aspen bleeding steadily into his rich, three hundred count Egyptian cotton sheets.

"Men," muttered Apllonia, as she set Aspen's dinner on a nightstand. She walked to Aspen's sleeping form and pulled the sheets from under his body, sending her leader tumbling onto the floor. She was unafraid of Aspen's wrath; she was his consigliere, and it was ridiculous to allow him to spoil such fine sheets.

[questofdreams]

Aspen clutched his head where it'd cracked against the hard floor and, growling softly, rolled onto his back. Appollonia was scowling down at him and Aspen had the sudden urge to apologize although he had no idea what he'd be apologizing for. Then his body reminded him that rolling around on stone was probably not the best of ideas and he gingerly pulled himself into a sitting position.

"Gods, woman, are you trying to kill me too?"

[coeur]

"What did you think you were doing on my sheets?" said Apollonia as she gathered the sheets into a ball and put them under her arm. "Look at what you've done to them! These are three hundred count sheets!"

Apollonia snarled at Aspen's wounds. "You can't just go out, take a hostage, and come home to bleed all over the sheets. That vampire is a political liability--not to mention a danger to my home decor. Regardless of what the underlings might say, we have not been at war with the vampires, we have merely been in an arms race with them. But now they will surely attack. We have one of their own after all."

Apollonia paced about the room, her brows wrinkled.

"And all you can do is lay in bed and ruin my sheets!"

[Sweetie2393]

Mason came in, a medic by his side. He sighed and looked at Aspin."Just let him close up the wound?" He asked and said, wondering if he would let him. Mason glanced at Apollonia, then back at Aspin.

Andrew was up in his room, he hadn't eaten yet and still had to shower and get dressed; by then it would all be gone but he could snack. With a sigh he changed back in his room, his nude form making his way to the shower. The hot water washed away the blood and soreness.

[coeur]

Apollonia threw her hands into the air and muttered, "Yes, yes, have the healer heal him! Do whatever it takes to save my home furnishings… And send a maid in to clean up that pool of blood next to the door."

Apollonia made to leave the room, careful to dodge the puddle of Aspen's blood. She lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of delicate, tan calves. She brushed past Mason without a flinch or soft brush of the eyes; Apollonia was not one to show affection in the company of others, not even the quiet adoration of gazes. She never let others know what she was thinking. It was the most important rule of survival; sultry Sicily had taught her that. All she left for Mason to hold was a smoldering, Italian fury that singed his flesh.

[questofdreams]

Aspen waved a hand dismissively as he climbed back into his bare bed. "Do what you will," he said, voice rough with irritation. The wound would heal soon enough, but he supposed it would be quickened along if it were closed. He disliked being prodded at or fussed over but he knew Mason would worry if he left it.

The moon had called and he had answered and even had he known then that the night would end in blood, he would have answered her still. Ireland had been the most exciting thing to happen since he'd taken leadership. Even if he did post a political threat, he had crossed the stream of his own free will and even the vampires could not refute that that had made Ireland free game.

[Sweetie2393]

The medic nodded and moved over, looking over the wound before cleaning it off and out, making sure he got everything before sewing him up.
Mason watched with bright blue eyes, leaning in the doorway before going after Apollonia.
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Andrew finished his shower and dressed in a pair of sweat pants and dried out his hair and went down stairs, seeing if there was anything left in the kitchen.

[coeur]

Ireland saw memories that were disfigured into visions; he saw his life spread before him like a grand surprise, each second occurring like it had occurred the first--and last--time:

He was a boy. His legs were swinging under his father's chair. He was reading Shakespeare's Tempest and wondering if Prospero knew he would forgive his brother before he did; if the future eluded Prospero even with all of his magic. Ireland's mother was coughing on the mattress. She was too tired to care for him after caring for the Brown family--three children, five mouths, eight rooms, and sixteen hours. Baby Connor, his brother, laid next to his mother; golden tresses crowned his quiet, angelic sleep. Ireland's father was drinking at the pub. He was too sober to be coming home just yet.

There was no smell of cooking food in the room. There was no food to be cooked.

Ireland never thought of losing because he had nothing to lose. All he had in his boyhood was a potato in his pocket and a perchance for book robbery. Ireland preferred it that way; he was content to live his life in the dregs of Boston. There was nothing wrong with dying poor and dirty and broken to him.

But now he was fifteen years old, and he could scarcely fathom how he had gone from a hungry boyhood to blood drying on his palms. His mother was screaming. His father was dead. But it was not his father's blood that was crusting under his nails. It was his brother's. It was--

His brother laid in his mother's arms; his golden hair was dyed a furious, Irish red; a red that matched the splattered freckles over his face; a red that matched Connor's palms; a red that matched Ireland's palms.

"My boy! My husband!" screamed Ireland's mother.

Ireland let the knife slip from his hand. He bent each finger slowly, wrestling each joint from the grip of his brother's blood. He felt the blood peel. Ireland looked at Connor's hands. His father's blood was drying under Connor's nails. Ireland wanted to wash Connor's hands. He wanted to cleanse his brother before the angels dragged his soul to hell. But Ireland didn't; instead, he ran. Ireland ran until the sound of his brother dying was but a faint whimper in his ear.



Ireland woke to find himself spilling over the floor of a prison. The stones were cold under his flesh. He lifted himself with trembling arms. He grunted and caught his blood with his hands. Ireland stood and walked toward the bed. A grimace haunted his lips as he realized the future had eluded him yet again, despite all of his magic, despite all of his power.

[LillyPadDooDa]

She nodded and turned, frowning a bit. She didn't want to leave bit she had to. With a sigh she left her room and went back to the kitchen, putting the pendent on her silver chain.
{{Wow... ya'll went far... O.O}}

Dagan snarled at himself. What exactly had he just done. Had he just gained her, her own free will to roam his castle from his own hand? His eyes burned and he closed him as his teeth snapped together in impatience. He smiled slightly, the flash flickering at the corners of his mouth impatiently. He knew what he needed.

He needed a fight. A good fight that would hurt him. He needed to get the she-devil out of his head. She was a rot to his mind and he needed to find a medicine. Maybe bloodshed was the cure. He grinned malevently and scratched his nails into the cherry maple wood.

His legs carried him out of the study and he stormed down the hall. His eyes darted in, out of and in between vampires of the coven, each one of them watching him impatiently. His eyes brightened a little and decided who his prey would be. A werewolf... a nice, big werewolf. Something he could sink his teeth into.

{{Any takers?}}

[Sweetie2393]

Faith sighed and finished her chores in the kitchen, finaly able to get something to eat she went to her chamber and looked out the window and she ate some of her food; bread, vegtebles and some water...
Her gaze moved around a bit, looking around the area, she could see the river from her room...
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With only little to eat Andrew made his way around the castle, looking for something to do, anything. He was already cleaned up and showered but oh how he wanted to go run; how he wanted to see the vampire. He was just a pup, but he was strong... But, he knew better then to just go and see the prisoners. He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair and continued walking.

[questofdreams]

Aspen turned his face into the pillow as the last of his visitors left and longed for the days when his immediate concern was where he'd placed his scarf for a quiet evening of reading in the park. Had his life ever been so simple, he thought, the ache in his chest decidedly separate from his freshly sewn wound.

What the hell was he going to do with the vampire? He rubbed his side and slid off the bed, momentarily disoriented from his blood loss. Bed rest was probably the best choice at that point but Aspen had never been very good at doing what was best for himself. Besides, vampires healed twice as fast as werewolves and it would put his mind at east to see Ireland for himself.

[coeur]

Ireland scraped the dried blood off of his neck his nails, his arms still sore from dislocation. It was always strange for Ireland to see his arms snap back into place by themselves--terrible, disfigured limbs unraveling themselves like ribbons; bones cracking back into place. The only thing that remained was the phantom pain, but Ireland was haunted well enough to know how to deal with phantoms.

Ireland unbuttoned his shirt and slid the fabric off of his shoulders. There was no running water in his room. He could not wash. He felt filthy. Ireland sat on the bed and buried his face into the pillow.

[questofdreams]

Aspen stood and moved as steadily as he could towards his private bathroom. He almost winced when he looked in the mirror. His skin was startlingly pale, almost that same luminously unnatural pallor of many vampires. The medic had cleaned his wounds as best he could but there was still blood clinging to his skin and he could see quite clearly twin tiny punctures marring the slope of his neck where Ireland had bit him. A small bruise was beginning to form around the wounds but it would be healed by morning.

He wet a cloth and made to clean himself when he thought about the mess Ireland was probably making in his room. He would have to ask the medic to look at him before morning. Aspen wanted to let the vampire rot, but while he took his position of leadership seriously, he disliked cruelty for the sake of cruelty. He rubbed a hand over his face, wondered what the hell his problem was, and grabbed a wet washcloth before heading off to see the troublesome vampire.

[LillyPadDooDa]

Faith sighed and finished her chores in the kitchen, finaly able to get something to eat she went to her chamber and looked out the window and she ate some of her food; bread, vegtebles and some water...
Her gaze moved around a bit, looking around the area, she could see the river from her room...
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With only little to eat Andrew made his way around the castle, looking for something to do, anything. He was already cleaned up and showered but oh how he wanted to go run; how he wanted to see the vampire. He was just a pup, but he was strong... But, he knew better then to just go and see the prisoners. He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair and continued walking.
Dagan found the river a nice place for a fight to break. It was calm, remote... easy for both races alike to see. It was finally his turn to cause a little stir in the war and he grinned as he saw his reflection in the mirror. He looked absolutley menacing; his lips were curled under into a temporary snarl and his eyes were a sickeningly bright yellow. His shirt was undone, his collar and jacket thrown to the ground, letting his arms fly freely. He could smell the dog in the air....
Oh how he wanted a tasted of wolfish blood.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew glanced out at the river, another vampier coming into veiw; this one he did not like. Seeing that no one else had moved to go out, he sighed and started outside, turning as he got out into the cold night air. It felt so good to turn, to be free. He ran twords the river, growling at the vampire.

Faith watched, her eyes going a bit wide. Why was he doing this?

[LillyPadDooDa]

Dagan looked over to his right and found the prime example of what seemed easy prey right infront of him. The suppleness of his flesh made Dagan cackle in a delightlfully evil laugh and his snarl grew and ripped louder in his throat. His skin was white over his knuckles and he stitched his eyebrows together. "Hello dog. Good day for a walk, is it not?" He asked softly, his hand ushering out towards the river.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew growled and snapped at the vampire, his long fangs showing as his own lips curled back, more growls escaping. He did not like this one at all, he was pure darkness. Andrews eyes glowed in the night as he watched the vampire carefully.

[LillyPadDooDa]

Dagan's snarl became even more pronounced and his eyes danced like flames inside his irses. He wanted to bad to pounce, but for the dog to make the first move was the choice he wanted him to make. A tilt of his head and a small smirk mocked the werewolf. "You've got some fight in you." He growled. "I like that." His finger slowly moved out infront of him and he gestured him to attack.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew moved then, moving quickly twords the smaller being. His paws his the earth until he hit the water, going for the other.

[LillyPadDooDa]

Dagan didn't even wince when the large, purple/blue claws grew out of his cuticles. He didn't wince when his fangs became three times longer than when he hid them from view and they were all normal. He didn't even wince when his eyes turned to a deep glowering black and he ripped a snarl from his throat so menacing you could hear it miles away. He could feel Faith's presence, her confusion... terror... but he could feel the anger of the wolf even more.

He ran towards the wolf as the wolf ran towards him and when they crashed together, he felt both of their bodies rattle dangerously.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew clawed at him and snapped, wanting to tear through the other creatures body; tear him apart till there was nothing left. He knew it was wrong and that he hated to fight but he couldn't stop, the blood lust getting to him, the urge to fight...

[LillyPadDooDa]

Dagan slashed and clawed at the wolf. The scent of his blood flowed through his nostrils and he grabbed a hold of his ear. "Fine little trophy you'll make in my case!" He hissed and threw him away about ten yards, the smile on his face ceasing when he noticed Faith's throughts. No!

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew whimpered and barely managed to get on his feet, he watched the other, blood running down his side as he watched the other curiously, ready for his next move.

'Dagon... Stop, please?' Faith though, just a sad whisper to him as she watched

[LillyPadDooDa]

His fists clenched and he was breathing very heavily. Not because he was tired; because he was trying to decide whether or not to let this morsel go back home to his mummy and daddy. For the first time, Dagan studied him. He was young... not yet ready for this kind of fighting and he wanted now, more than ever to see Faith. To breathe her in. His eyes closed tightly. Only if you promise you can settle my nerves. He thought to himself; knowing she would hear since he was sharing powers for the time being.

[Sweetie2393]

'I promise, just come back.' She whispered, with no idea why he already meant so much to her. The thought of him getting himself hurt killed her, it made her insides hurt and tears fill her eyes. She watched from her window, gripping the pendent that rested below her collar bone on her silver chain.

Andrew watched curiously, not sure what was going on.

[LillyPadDooDa]

He opened his eyes and looked at the ground. "Go home. Don't try and fight me till you're ready." He looked up at him slowly. "You're too young to go against me." His eyes burned like dead coals and he turned slowly and moved back towards the castle, his pace sluggish and hard to follow. 'Why does it matter so much?' He thought.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew watched him, confused and in pain. He growled something under his breath and limped home.
'I don't know.' She murmured, running a hand through her black hair, watching him come back.

[LillyPadDooDa]

Slowly... very slowly as he walked back to his cage, his claws pushed back into his skin. His eyes dialated a little bit more and he could feel the hunger dissapering. He didn't know why it was so strong, or why he was so desperate to see her, but it only made him walk faster into his study. "Faith..." He breathed when he walked in.

[Sweetie2393]

Faith was waiting for him, sitting on a desk, glacing up from her lap when she heard him come in. She bit her lower lip as she looked at him, not sure what to say, she didn't meet his gaze this time. Her eyes scanned over his body looking for the wounds.

[LillyPadDooDa]

He watched her eyes and then laughed. He genuinly laughed. He could find no way the wolf could have hurt him yet and he moved towards her, getting on his knees so he wouldn't tower over her. Intimidation was the least on his mind. "I didn't even break a sweat. Damn wolf was too young to know what was comming to him. My brother really needs to get his act in shape."

[Sweetie2393]

"Oh," She smiled a bit, at hearing him laugh; it was a woderful sound. But she frowned still."You just have blood... all over your shirt..." She trailed off, meeting his gaze now.

[LillyPadDooDa]

Dagan looked down and indeed she was right. There was blood all over his shirt and it that moment he winced in pain. "Well... I suppose-" he cut himself off and pulled his shirt back a little to expose a deep gash down his abdomen, right where his kidney was, "the wolf did get me after all." He breathed out and he looked up at Faith. "Can you stitch the wound?"

[Sweetie2393]

Faith nodded, looking at the wound then back up at him."You need to lie down and I'll be right there." She said softly, standing up from the desk, frowning. The wound was pretty deep, it was a good thing he wasn't human; if he was it would be very bad...

[LillyPadDooDa]

He stood up and grunted. Though he couldn't feel much pain, it was dulling his senses and he layed down in the old leather recliner and leaned all the way back. The skin stretched slightly at the sight of wound and he closed his eyes, not breathing at all, holding it all in.

[Sweetie2393]

Faith came back with a medical kit, kneeling down and getting to work. She bit her lower lip and gently started washing the wound, getting all the germs out and washing the blood away from the cut. She grabbed the needle and thread and started sewing up the wound.

[LillyPadDooDa]

"Gah.... that does not feel nice at all." He smiled softly and looked down at her. She should have been a nurse, not a servant. The word was a little repulsing for anyone of any standard, but used with her, it was revolting. "You're quite good at this, you know. You'd make a fine nurse." He thought out loud in a brilliantly low voice.

[Sweetie2393]

"Sorry." She murmured, concentrated on her work. A small smile curved her lips as she heard his remark."I wanted to be one..." She replied softly, finishing up and cutting the string and putting gauze over the wound, taping it closed and looking up at him."All done."

[LillyPadDooDa]

He looked down at the newly refurbished wound and he grinned. "This won't be necisary in the next thrity minutes." He leaned forward and coaxed her head up by her chin. "But thank you. I appreciate all of your work." His eyes glided down her beautiful neck and to the pendent on her throat. The smell... she smelled so delectible... so sweet. His hand moved to the side of her throat and he looked at it. "How has the pendent served you? Have you used it yet?"

[Sweetie2393]

"No problem." she whispered, watching him. The feel of his hand on her chin made her skin tingle, she felt his gaze over her skin like a flame."Not yet, but it was noticed by others..." She murmured.

[LillyPadDooDa]

"Others?" His eyebrow raised and his grimace showed apparently on his face. "What others?" He interogated. His fingers caught the pendent and he turned it over in his palm a couple of times.

[Sweetie2393]

"The other vampires... They don't give me the looks anymore, like they would if I didn't have this." She said a bit quietly, watching him still.

[LillyPadDooDa]

"They know my mark." He said softly. He looked back up at her. "They know you're protected by me. No one will try to feed on you, love. Not anymore." He stroked the front of the cresent. "I suppose you're wondering why my real motive of giving you this was."

[Sweetie2393]

"Thats nice to know..." She murmured, smiling ever so slightly before meeting his gaze again."Yes, actually, I was wondering about that. I mean... I'm just a human and your the leader of all these vampires..." She said quietly, blushing a bit.

[LillyPadDooDa]

"You're not just a human. You're a jewel... you could easily pass off as one of us. You alone, are the most appealing thing i've ever layed my eyes on... you're smell lures me... you're beauty is simple, yet so complex." He brushed her neck with his fingertips. "Your blood is not the only alurring thing about you."

[Sweetie2393]

Her head tilted at his touch, a small shiver running through her."It's not nice to lie." She whispered, knowing it couldn't be true. She wasn't pretty, she was only human and nothing more; she couldn't be anything to him. His was handsome, sexy, and had the most alluring eyes.

[coeur]

Apollonia's bedroom was lush with smoke and ashes. She sighed as velvet, dyed a tragic Carthage purple, caressed her skin. Her hair spilled over sturdy olive shoulders, staining a charcoal trail over her breasts. It felt good to be rid of her clothes. Apollonia stretched cat-like in her underwear; Sicilian-red lace revealed more than it covered of her soft bosom. Her legs spread carelessly over her bedding, long and spidery and deadly in their stiletto silhouette. He pink lips were clasped around a cigarette, which spun furious halos over her head.

[LillyPadDooDa]

He traced her lips with his other hand and looked at her straight in the eyes, even though the urge to look away was so strong. "Its not nice to be so beautiful." He said softly. His face leaned closer to hers and his hand came up to cup her face.

[Sweetie2393]

Faith shivered, her heart beat going faster and faster as she felt him move closer, his hands on her skin, trancing over her lips.

[questofdreams]

Aspen clutched the moist cloth in one hand, the damp warmth dripping down his fingers to dot the stone floor in small dark patches. He crossed the hallway to the room Ireland was locked in and undid the heavy iron latch. The rusty hinges squeaked shrilly as the door swung inward and he made a mental note to have a servant oil it down. It’d been a long time since anyone had stayed in this particular room, namely because the walls were reinforced with steel and the accommodations were less than grand. It was a room built to keep in creatures like Aspen or Ireland against their will and kept strategically close to the pack leader’s chambers.

The room was cast in shadow, the only source of light a small lamp set atop a nightstand beside the bed. Ireland was sprawled across the bed, the sharp angles of his body in stark relief to the soft glow in the room.

Aspen shut the door behind him, loudly, to ensure that the vampire was awake. “I’ve brought you a wash cloth.” He would have asked a servant to, but he hadn’t wanted to risk the vampire attacking anyone. He, at least, could attempt to overpower him should Ireland prove to be uncooperative, which, considering his track record, was more than likely.

[coeur]

Ireland heard the wolf open the door; the door was in sore need of greasing. A cruel light cut through the dark of his room to reveal to the stern angles of his captor. Ireland thought fast. The Dark Gift had only endowed him with one talent--the talent of speed. He could slip out of the door before the wolf even had a chance to see him. Ireland raised himself into a sitting position. His arms still creaked from dislocation. Ireland grimaced as his arms wobbled under his weight, sweat dripping over his brow. He finally decided to give up, settling for giving the wolf the middle finger instead as a form of greeting.

"F*ck off," glowered Ireland as he collapsed back on the bed.

[questofdreams]

Aspen arched an eyebrow but was inwardly relieved the vampire didn't appear to be quite as hostile as he'd been in the forest. That probably had to do with the way his arms trembled under the mere weight of his own body. Truth be told, Aspen felt much the same. His legs still felt like lead and his arms only rested at his sides because any significant movement made his chest and side burn.

He grit his teeth at the rude gesture and tossed the cloth across the room. It landed with a wet plop against the vampire’s shoulder. “If you’d rather lay there until the dirt and blood are crusted into your skin then that’s your own prerogative. But you aren’t leaving this room until you’re at least marginally clean. We have standards in this castle and if you wish to eat sometime in the next week, you will abide by them.”

[Sweetie2393]

Mason slipped into her room, shaking his head as he saw her."Its just a little blood, lovely, not going to hurt anything." He murmured, leaning in the door way as he watched her. His gaze slid over her body, taking his time in some places before meeting hers again.

[LillyPadDooDa]

Faith shivered, her heart beat going faster and faster as she felt him move closer, his hands on her skin, trancing over her lips.
His lips and hot breath traced over her lips barley at the corners. His fingers curled around her neck and his eyes fluttered shut. The smell of her blood beckoned to him like a sweet aroma of a heavy perfume in the air. He just wanted to drain her of every single drop of blood she had, but the urge of wanting her lips in, on, ontop of his buried the urge to kill her by a margin. His lips parted like two soft pilgrims ready to touch those of a beautiful native, but as soon as his lips hit hers, the door swung open and he quickly swerved back to his normal position.

"Sire. There seems to be a disturbance at your brother's residence. Ireland has been taken captive, sire." Dagan's eyes narrowed and he looked back at Faith. "Take her under your wing. Prevent harm from comming to her... the pendent should keep you safe. I'll be back." He said softly and he walked out of the room after grabbing a long, pitch black robe that swung like a padigon.

[coeur]

"Funny," drawled Ireland as he rolled on his side. He observed the wolf with dangerous, green eyes. "I didn't know mutts cared for hygiene." Ireland let his arm tumble over the edge of the bed; he beckoned for Aspen to approach, his teeth gleaming in the dark. The black mixed with yellow seemed to spell emergency, but Ireland never minded the danger. Immortality made men unafraid--terrifyingly unafraid.

"Why don't you come here and do it yourself?"

--

Apollonia sighed; her tart mouth sent a stream of smoke shooting through the air like a bullet. "There must be order," said Apollonia. She neither moved to cover her bare stomach nor grew lustful in his presence. For her, Mason was simply an installment that came and went. She had grown used to his existence. There was nothing special about the mundane. "We can't live like animals."

[questofdreams]

Aspen was suddenly assaulted by the memory of Ireland, waist deep in the stream, the moon spinning silver lights in his hair, his eyes dark and deep with just the barest hint of green, like the moss that grew along the crevices of the trees and shied away from the sunlight.

He scowled and stalked across the short distance to the bed, his shadow blocking out the meager light. He bent over, lips curling back over his own set of fangs as he met Ireland’s challenge. A low growl filled the silence.

“I’m not afraid of your fangs, vampire.” His eyes flickered down to where his own teeth had pierced Ireland’s skin. “And, clearly, you’ve yet to learn your place.”

[LillyPadDooDa]

Dagan's jelly-like state hid him from the spotlights that framed the castle. Like his coven, the wolf's castle was of no hidden barriers. It was all out in the open, like a large giraffe in the middle of a city. He stalked into the open forest path where he could already see the lighted castle looming in the darkness. His eyes shone with an intense dislike and he growled lowly as a tussle in the bush made him break stare.

In a matter of only minutes, he'd made it to the entrance of the castle. It was many times larger than Dagan, but its stature to the coven's abode was just the same. He gave a smug demenor as he pounded on the door and he removed the hood of his cloak from his head, letting his jet black hair be his only mask. The yellow shone sadistically from beneath and he slammed his fist against the wall again.

[Sweetie2393]

"I know, I know." He murmured with a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he watched her. He knew she didn't love him or anything like that, he was just a toy in her little game. To be used when she wanted...
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((Sorry, heres my post from before, my internet got turned off for a bit...))
Faith closed her eyes slowly, wanting his lips on hers, her heard pounding... so close... Her face was hot as she felt them finally, but then suddenly gone. Her eyes fluttered open, her face red with a blush as she noticed the other. She looked up at Dagan and nodded slowly, getting up with a soft sigh as she watched him go out into the darkness once again. Running a hand through her raven blake hair she glanced from the floor to the other vampire, smiling slightly and then sighing.

[coeur]

Ireland saw the thoughtful expression flicker over Aspen's face; he knew everything was done then. Ireland did not know how he knew, but there was as tingling in the back of his head that suggested finality. His existence was mysterious in its fate and it was suitable that he knew the fate of existence mysteriously. Ireland felt his eyes grow in wonder for the briefest of moments before dulling in malice once more. Hate--no, mischief--grew in his heart as he saw the wolf approach.

Ireland glowered at the thought of someone underestimating him. He thought of being sixteen and knifing a man for looking at him wrong. He thought of being seventeen and smuggling pound after pound of alcohol into South Boston. If he could take poverty, he could take an animal. Ireland could smell Aspen's scent--warm and bitter and earthy--the smell of suffering and flesh. A sudden blur of nails made the air ripe with blood. Ireland drew back his hand and saw the blood dripping under his nails, an angry gash bleeding over Aspen's cheek.

[coeur]

Apollonia caught the softening at the tail of Mason's words, the wispy unheard whimper punctuating the end of his sentence. Apollonia sighed; her demeanor melted like smoke in a crisp, winter night. She was too harsh. She was too used to the sound of bullets flying past her ears. Apollonia stretched one long, dark arm toward Mason and whispered, as if she were afraid to be heard, "Come here."

[Sweetie2393]

Mason made his way over to her, his face expressionless as he kneeled down next to her bed."Yes?" He asked softly, looking at her with his bright blue eyes.

[coeur]

"Yes?" mocked Apollonia with a gentle laugh. "Don't act like such a pet." Apollonia dragged a nail over Mason's cheek. Her finger caught between his lips then, after being freed, ran over his cheek and under his chin. She lifted his head so that their eyes met. "Kiss me."

[Sweetie2393]

"Mmm, but it would be fun being your pet." He grinned playfully, moving up a bit and kissing her softly, his hand on her cheek. The kiss became more harder, his lips pressing against hers, his tongue sliding over her lower lip, wanting to explore.

[questofdreams]

Aspen only just refrained from flinching at the sudden, brief flare of pain. A line of blood slid into the corner of his mouth and pooled briefly, slipping into the threads of his lips. His tongue flicked out, tasting the coppery tang as he watched Ireland regard his fingers with smug satisfaction.

Aspen reached out, fingers snatching up Ireland's wrist. Their eyes met, gazes hard and assessing. Aspen smirked.

"You have no fear of me at all." It was perhaps foolish of the vampire to play with death, but it was also admirable. Aspen found a reluctant measure of respect in Ireland's unwillingness to bend to outside forces.

That the creature before him challenged him even in captivity was curious and alluring. Aspen's hand tightenend minutely around Ireland's wrist and he snarled before dipping his head, eyes lowering to the vampire's mouth.

He jerked back as a familiar and unwelcome scent approached the castle followed almost immediately by the echoing boom of insistent knocking. Aspen stepped back, scowling fiercely.

[coeur]

Mason tasted regretful; he had always tasted regretful. Apollonia opened her mouth and let the regret seep between her teeth. Regret was salty and rich—like velvet—and all too intoxicating. It made Apollonia feel shameful. She knew she shouldn’t indulge Mason; she was spoiling him. She felt Mason’s heaving chest press against hers. His skin was hot; it was like fire stretched over bones; it was passionate. It singed her cold veins and, for a second, Apollonia thought she could be revived. She thought she could be convinced to—

Apollonia pulled away from Mason. An apologetic smile graced her brick-rose lips. She opened her mouth; her teeth seemed ominous in the dim of her lush bedroom. She wanted to tell him that she couldn’t love him. She wanted to tell him that she only had one emotion close to her heart and it was resentment. But she couldn’t say those words when his eyes peered at her through knotted brows. She did not know why she could not despite all of her ruthlessness.

Suddenly, a familiar stench reached her nose. Her eyes flashed a hard yellow. Apollonia knew that scent. She quickly pushed Mason off of her body and rolled off of the bed. Her bare feet slapped against stone as she rushed toward the door, a robe clutched in her hands. She did not care to hear Mason’s words; she did not care about Mason at all. The pack was in danger. That was all she cared about then.

Apollonia rushed down the stairs searching for Aspen. She headed toward his bedroom, but stopped short of entering. Her nose wrinkled at the mixture of wolf and vampire in the room next to her—blood ripe in the air, menacing and taunting. Apollonia headed toward the opposite direction where she found the vampire’s door cracked open.

She shoved the door open. The door fell against the wall with trembling force. She found Aspen hovering over the vampire. She found Aspen bleeding over the lush bedding. She found she did not care for home décor at the moment.

“Aspen!” she said. “Dagan…he’s—”

[questofdreams]

Aspen shoved away from Ireland's bed. "Yes, I'm aware," he said, voice gruff with irritation. Could he not get a moment's peace this night?

He swiped at his cheek where the light blood flow had grown sluggish before addressing Ireland. "Does your allegiance lie with Dagan?"

[coeur]

Ireland could feel Dagan’s presence pulsing through the walls. He could feel the acute coldness that lied within the cracks of Dagan’s arteries; the blackness of his veins—ripe with fresh blood; and the gentle blur of exhaustion hazing the corners of his existence. Ireland could feel Dagan before the she-wolf burst through the door and interrupted some mystery play of demonicism. Ireland did not know what had happened between him and wolf—Dagan’s brother, he assumed, Aspen—but it had been something too deep and obscure for his mind to remember. It was something thrilling, something primal, like the seeking of death under a glass moon. Ireland did not know what it was exactly; it had disappeared before he could grasp it. But he had an inkling riddled in emotion what it might have been—some idea that was too grotesque for him to bear.

Ireland let Aspen’s words flow through him like a current. It agitated him, angered him. Ireland squared his jaw and pressed his lips together so the seams melted in uniform.

“I owe no allegiance to anyone.”

[questofdreams]

Aspen found this information not at all reassuring. But at least Ireland wouldn't lie to Dagan and throw both clans into unnecessary violence. Ireland had crossed the stream of his own free will. Dagan had no claim to him any longer, nor, it seemed, had he ever.

He stalked past Appollonia, anger giving his limbs strength. He waved dismissively at a servant who had rushed over to greet their unexpected visitor. "Go back to your bed," Aspen snapped. "This is no guest."

[coeur]

Apollonia looked at Ireland. He seemed so small in the light between darkness; he seemed like a creature wholly incapable of controlling his own fate. Yet, he had navigated the waters of eternity—he had crossed the threshold of order to indulge in the sweetness of chaos. And Apollonia knew free men were made from chaos, from the choking whimper of everything that had existed before and everything that would exist after.

No one would have guessed Ireland was capable of such feats now. His skin was studious porcelain and flecked with freckles; his eyes were meek green, barely glowing in the night; his brow was tired, like they had never been knit in his life. Apollonia had difficulty believing Ireland was capable of bringing such disaster upon their houses. She had trouble believing this weak, pale creature could drag both houses into despair.

“Are you happy now?” said Apollonia, her body traced in darkness. “Are you happy with what you have done?”

“I never had any regrets,” said Ireland. Apollonia was not convinced. It was the slight tremble in the corner of Ireland’s lip that made her believe otherwise.

“You’re afraid,” said Apollonia. “You’re afraid of your fate just like the rest of us. Don’t think yourself so great; you haven’t cheated anyone yet.”

“What do you know?” said Ireland. “You haven’t cheated anyone either; I doubt you ever will.”

“I doubt I will ever need to,” said Apollonia. She said it in a whisper. Whispers suggested truths. Truths never needed to be shouted to be recognized—and Ireland recognized. “I am not like you.”

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew limped down the hall way, on his way back to his room leaving a trail of blood behind him; he would get yelled at for that but didn't care. His side was leaking blood, leaving drop lits down the hall way as he moved, just trying to get to his room where he could heal...

Mason sighed and left the room, the scent of blood coming to him, he sighed knowing whos it was."Andrew?" He called, following the trail a bit before shaking his head and getting something to clean it up with, and a medic.

[coeur]

Apollonia used to think killing was all about mechanics; it was all a question of sockets and slots, wires and waves. She remembered Vito Andolini and the deafening click of the trigger. She remembered the slice of the finger, the blade cutting through the latches which lead to bullets. She remembered wondering how such a loud click could lead to such a soft bang—a bang that was no more than a whimper, an echo, far away. Apollonia had thought it was all so systematic. It was all so mechanical—and thus, fatalistic.

Apollonia thought of these things when she saw Andrew bleeding and limping over the stone floor. She saw the pup, so much younger than herself, cowering and undignified. It was moments like those that made Apollonia realize killing was not mechanical; it was alive.

Apollonia let a soft hand run over Andrew’s brow; she cleared some of the blood that had started to gum. She looked at Mason and whispered, “This must have been Dagan’s work.” She felt her eyes flash, a horrifying, electric yellow. “I am going to kill that son of a *****.”

She felt the bloodlust unfurl in her veins. She felt thirst for justice and vengeance—emotions she had been made to feel as a woman. Killing was warm, hot, blinding. Apollonia bit her lip; there was no impulse like killing. It was how Apollonia knew that killing was human.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew clenched his teeth and tried to pull away, it hurt. He hated himself for being so weak, for them both to see him like that.

Mason frowned and nodded."Will you fix him up while I clean up this mess, just calm down, hes talking to Aspin right now." Mason said gently, his cold blue eyes meeting her dark deadly gaze.

[coeur]

Apollonia wiped the blood from Andrew’s brow with a damp cloth. She did so with expert movements; she was used to cleaning wounds. Sometimes she did not only do it for the living. Apollonia remembered cleaning wounds at the funeral home in Little Italy. She remembered stitching the gashes in bodies too cold to appreciate the handiwork. The funeral home had been a modest establishment on the other side of the train tracks. Trains passed the funeral home every twenty-three minutes. Those who had been overrun by trains—by means of suicide or sheer stupidity, no one knew—passed through the funeral home every couple of weeks.

Nursing the dead was strange—ambiguous, ominous. Apollonia straddled the line between life and death when she sewed bullet wounds together, hoping in some odd way that it would make everything better. Somehow beauty in death was almost as reassuring as actually living; somehow a serene, porcelain demeanor was enough to replace the gaping hole of existence. Apollonia could never grasp the meaning of this ambiguity.

She thought of this ambiguity as she cleaned Andrew’s wounds. She thought of ambiguity and how it drove people to do things they would have done. Ambiguity seemed to spread its fingers through the cracks of logic and spread them apart until disintegration set in. “Why did you do this?” Apollonia said. “You should have known better than to fight with Dagan, Andrew.”

Apollonia said these words, but expected no true reply. The ambiguity of death seemed to loom over Andrew’s head.

[Sweetie2393]

Andrew turned back into his human form before she started cleaning again, knowing it would help the healing prosess. He didn't answer her, why should he? She already knew the answer... Maybe. He just winced a few times, other then that had a blank expression as she worked.

[questofdreams]

Aspen wrenched open the huge iron wrought doors. They groaned as they swung inward, the sound bouncing off the walls and echoing into the empty corridor.

He spoke without preamble or courtesy, cutting off whatever Dagan might have said. “You are not welcome on my doorstep, Brother. Considering we’ve both studied the laws, you know as well as I that any vampire found trespassing on werewolf territory is no longer protected under your coven. I could have ripped out his throat had I chosen to and you would have had little power to dispute my right. The same would be true had one of my wolves crossed the stream.”

He drew himself up, lip curling in disgust that he would have to repeat the laws to which the both of them supposedly adhered.

“You’re lucky, Brother, that you and I have the privilege of crossing the stream without punishment,” he said, voice lowering to a gravelly whisper, anger resonating in his sore limbs as he recalled the glimpse he’d gotten of the young werewolf, Andrew, as he’d passed. The blood he’d smelled on him had been condemning. “Otherwise, I would have your blood for attacking one of my wolves.”

Having little else to say to Dagan and wanting to be rid of his brother’s visage, he stepped back into the darkened hallway, not trusting his back to his brother, and reached for the door.

“Ireland willfully crossed the stream to challenge me. Make no mistake, Dagan. He is mine.” He shut the door on his unwelcome visitor, the click of the lock falling into place a soft but solid promise.

[LillyPadDooDa]

Anger flashed brilliantly throught Dagan and his eyes flamed into an array of yellow and orange flames, licking the pupils clean of their black. He snarled lowly, his claws protruding, his nails looking like beetle husks that had been super glued on. He would bring Ireland back, despite what his Brother said; Dagan wouldn't stand for his coven's mistake and taking back one of his brood was of most importance. He looked around himself for a while before he grinned menacingly and stakled to the side of the castle.

There hung a high ivy fence, one that was attactched to a window. Getting there would be the hard part; breaking the window would be an easy snap to pull off. He started to climb, and as he did he throught of his brother's words. That wolf was his.

[Sweetie2393]

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