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    Dark Storm Rising -OPEN-

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    Alin Dumitru

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    Dark Storm Rising -OPEN-

    Post  Alin Dumitru on April 27th 2012, 7:24 pm


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    Night had finally fallen. The Romanian slid the lid to his coffin off and sat up, stretching his long arms over his head and letting out a yawn after a long night - make that day - of sleep. He flashed a small fanged grin to nothing in particular and looked around the room. He stood up and steped out over the edge of his bed.
    A few feet away sat his daughter's coffin. She was still asleep. He knocked on the top of it, hoping to wake her up.
    "Fiica, it's time to wake up." He knocked on it a few more times. "Via~ you are aware we have a meeting tonight, right?~ Wake up~"
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    Post  Eireann Ó'Reilly on April 27th 2012, 9:11 pm


    As the moon took over the sky, Viorica had begun to wake in her coffin. She twitched slightly and opened her eyes to the complete darkness in which she was concealed. Tonight was no normal night. She and her Romanian father were hosting a meeting at their Gothic castle of a home for the other nations. But on top of that, her father was devising a plan - a terribly devious plan to get the others under their control. Everyone would be completely oblivious up until the fatal moment.

    Her oversensitive ears picked up the sound of her father rising from his own bed. She knew he was going to come and wake her up, like he always did, but she had no intention of doing as he said. In her opinion, it was still too early in the evening to get up.


    "Fiica, it's time to wake up. Via~ you are aware we have a meeting tonight, right?~ Wake up~"

    With a groan, Viorica gave in. There was no stopping her father when he started knocking on the lid of her coffin. She lifted open the lid and sat up, sending her ruby gaze to her father's.

    "Ah..Noapte buna, Tată... Is it really that time already?"
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    Post  Alin Dumitru on April 27th 2012, 10:19 pm


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    He flashed his daughter a fang-toothed grin. "Da, it is~"

    He stood up straight again and walked over to the window of the room. He pulled back the dark red curtains, letting the moon light flood the room. He sighed contentally. The moon light was always such a lovely thing to him.




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    Post  Eireann Ó'Reilly on April 28th 2012, 12:34 am


    The young vampiress stood up and out from her sleeping-place, silently joining her father at the window. She stood to his right, just behind him, and rested her hands on his right shoulder, leaning her chin on top of them to get a look outside at the beautiful scene. A dark night sky full of stars, miles of forest close by, a stretch of mountains just beyond, the little village that was dimly lit by the weary humans who inhabited it, and the full moon shining its radiance upon the entire Romanian landscape.

    She returned her father's fanged grin with one of her own, the pair of crimson irises locking for another moment.


    "I'm sure they'll learn to love it... We should start getting ready for their arrival... They will be staying quite some time after all~"

    Her innocent voice quickly turned to a dangerous purr as she wrapped up her statement. She may have looked young and darling, but behind that child-like mask there was a lethal predator that so few had come to recognize. Those that had payed the price. Those that escaped with knowledge of who she was remained a threat.

    The fact that there were vampire hunters about was not surprising news for the pair of hidden vampires. Ever since the infamous release of Dracula, both nations had become suspects for the many killings around the area, and remained so. Hunters came around every so often, and that night, they would have to be sure that their plans could not be thwarted by meddling forces.


    "Shall I go into town and greet our guests on their way? ..I can pick off some disturbances while I'm out..."
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    Post  Alin Dumitru on April 28th 2012, 12:59 am


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    Alin shrugged.

    "If you want. Or the both of us can go out to greet our lovely guests~"

    The Romanian walked away from his previous position at the window. Though both him and his daughter had perfect vision in the dark he turned on a lamp that filled the room with a dim light. Now, his appearence was more visible. His auburn hair was messy due to him just awakening from sleep. The light managed to make his skin look paler than normal - if that was even possible. His black button up shirt has the first few buttons unbuttoned, showing the top of his chest.

    "We should get ready to greet them, yes?"
    He looked back at his daughter.




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    Post  Eireann Ó'Reilly on April 28th 2012, 1:26 am


    "Of course~"

    Via squinted her eyes for a second against the light, getting used to something other than the darkness. Once her eyes had situated themselves, she turned in the opposite direction of her father, towards an old wooden door. She took hold of the large metal ring that served as the doorknob and pulled it open, looking back at the man and his messy appearance.

    She giggled quietly.
    "Make sure you fix that hair, it's embarrassing!" She smirked before running off down a spiral of stone stairs, one hand running along the cold surface of the wall as her bare feet kept her balance. Her hair was also a bit out of place and her simple white nightgown would certainly not be appropriate for guests. So she entered another room, still on the upper levels of their home, and wandered to a closet inside. She pondered an assortment of choices for her attire before picking out a very vampiresque gothic dress. With its black color and hints of gold and deep magenta within its design, the short dress was perfect for a girl like Viorica.

    At first glance, it appeared sleeveless, but in fact, the dress had two short sleeves connected to it that slid to a portion of her upper arms and left her shoulders free. A corset style top fit her torso with ties in deep magenta looped through some small gold trimmed holes on either side of her front. The skirt fell to her mid-thighs and was composed of a petticoat underside with a topside of black fabric that appeared shredded, ribbed, and torn. To finish, she slipped on a pair of ballet style flats with the same style ribbons criss-crossing up to her knees and an additional one tied loosely along the left side of her hair. No makeup was necessary thanks to the perfect complexion she was born with.

    Satisfied with her appearance, she continued to the main floor, sitting down up a couch in their sitting room. A fire roared in the magnificent fireplace, providing light that never came from the dark chandeliers on the high ceiling above. Finding a filled wine glass set out for her, she grinned and sipped at it delicately as she waited her father's arrival. No need to waste such precious resources, after all~
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    Post  Feliciano Vargas on April 28th 2012, 2:05 am



    A long time ago, an Italian reported dead in an alley due to the blood loss... No blood wasn't spilled nor leaked out from his body but rather has been sucked from his body. Two holes were spotted on his neck considering he was reported dead killed by a vampire. For so, Italians were always born with humor, thus they cleaned the Italians body and placed him in a coffin on a guarded mansion where the Italian's grandfather used to own. It was an honor to be living dead in that house. It was a story where an Italian tried to escort a girl to cross to a Swiss territory so this girl could go back to its uncle in Germany, who turns out to be the Italians friend. That Italian's name was Feliciano Vargas.

    The Horror of that night was unbelievable. It wasn't that brutal but no one helped that Italian that night, nor no one could help him because it was very late, everyone was already in their bed tucked in, sleeping ever so tightly. That Italian was screaming his lungs out in that empty town while his blood was being sucked... How that Italian felt was so horrible, it was so much pain, he could feel his veins were being stretch, bones were being cut, and last but not least his blood were being forced out from his body. Tears were drawing from his eyes, no one could save him, and no one saw him, no one could ever bring justice to his death, it was very unfortunate. he was so defenseless against that girl, who turned out to be a vampire, while all the Italian was thinking she was just a lone some girl who misses her relatives... Unfortunate indeed...



    However, one night after several years have past, it was his time to be awaked once again. In that very old mansion, securely guarded, thunders sets off the place, there lies the Italian who has now turned into the kind of who only sleeps at days and be awakened at nights. His coffin opened, as he slowly seated up, with his arms crossed to his chest... Few breaths he released, as he get up from his coffin, he would look around the area, not knowing where he was located, he was just about into a panicking pace, until he come across the mirror. He looked closely at it, no reflection was found. Couldn't see him self, he touched his cheek wondering why... God! He's cold like ice, he saw his nails sharp and pained black... Then, he saw his outfit, a black vest with tshirt with a white sleeve hanging out, short pants and a cape. They really dressed him up.

    "Ugh!"

    Veneziano struggled hearing that pitched sound coming into his ear, his body couldn't take it how loud it was, he shut his eyes, and went to his knees hoping that sound would fade away. "What do you want from me?! Suddenly... The sound disappeared. The Italian didn't know how he died, nor doesn't even remember. He opened his eyes, his red eyes started to glow, and his face went expressionless like he was possess, but no he isn't. He isn't the Veneziano everyone knows. That sound was calling him somewhere else. A meeting, huh? He walked towards the window, opened it up and looked straight forward into the location, he could smell a humans flesh so easily...

    He grabbed his coat and wrapped it around him, turning himself into a Bat. Went outside the skies and towards the location he was being called. It was at night, his vision was at its perfect level... He could see everything, even the farthest things, it was so easy. He found and open window and went into it, entering the Transylvanian manor. The Bat flied in the area and seated on the sofa, poof! There he was... Vampire!Italy, sitting next to the Transylvanian child.

    "Anything we could eat... More like drink... I want to go into a blood spree" He convinced the two as he licked his fingers.


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    Post  Alin Dumitru on April 28th 2012, 2:27 am


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    By now the Romanian vampire was beginning to make his away down to the living room of his and his daughter's large mansion. His advanced hearing was able to pick up voices from miles away, so it wasn't a surprise to him that he was able to hear one of their guests arriving. He left his other bed room and walked down the spiral stone steps, adjusting the small hat the sat tilted on his head occasionally as his did so. His messy appearence had changed in the past few ten or so minutes. His hair was now combed and his loose clothing for sleeping had been replaced by more appropriate attire for the upcoming meeting. He wore black suit pants and a gray collared shirt underneath, a crimson red tie was around his neck. Over it all was a black tail coat, almost similar to something that a butler would wear.

    Alin entered the living room, a smirk appearing on his lips almost immediately as her spotted the Italian sitting with his daughter. "Ah, Veneziano~ welcome."

    In a swift movement, the Romanian moved his pale body over to the counter, also pouring himself a glass of red wine. It looked almost identical to blood and that was why he liked the beverage so much, but it was nothing compared to the actual taste of blood. He took a sip of the red drink before walking over to his daughter and their guest, sitting on the couch across from them.



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    Post  Eireann Ó'Reilly on April 28th 2012, 2:45 am


    'Poof!' The Transylvanian blinked in surprise when the Italian vampire appeared beside her. It had been so long since that fateful night... at least everything had turned out as planned, and there he was - right beside the one responsible for his transformation. She smiled to him and set down her glass on the table beside the sofa. His comment caused her to giggle lightly.

    "Anything we could eat... More like drink... I want to go into a blood spree."

    Before he was turned, no one would have expected the man to say such a thing, but Viorica knew better. Drawing out a smirk, she nodded to her father as he too, entered the room.

    "Well don't you look fancy~" She was sure her father had heard the Italian's entrance, and decided to respond to him without delay. She too, was a bit parched for human blood. A killing spree didn't sound so bad after all.

    "That does sound like an awful lot of fun! Perhaps we should go out for a short while... Da, Tată?" The Transylvanian looked to her father for approval on the Italian's suggestion.
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    Post  Alin Dumitru on April 28th 2012, 3:09 am


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    Alin was well aware of the new vampire wanting blood and it being a while since both he and his daughter had stole the blood of a human, but they had been suspects in multiple killing that had been occuring throughout the near by villages. And he was a bit protective of his daughter's safety, maybe he happened to be a bit over protective at times.
    The next few minutes were spent in silence between the three as he thought about going out for a drink. He sighed.
    "If we do, we will have to not draw attention to ourselves, Via." He looked at the young female vampire. "You know there are hunters around lately. Do not get caught."
    He spoke the last four words slowly, as if to emphasize that she must pay extra attention to those words, which, considering their correct positions, she must do so.
    "We will leave in ten minutes. Alright?"
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    Post  Feliciano Vargas on April 28th 2012, 3:41 am




    He turned over to the girl and looked at her... Her face. His eyes sudden winced from having that loud sound again, the feeling of it wasn't fun anything, it feels like someone is drilling his skull. Very painful... He remembers a bit of his memory, that night he was murdered, having his blood sucked out, this girl's face was very familiar. Opening his eyes a bit, seeing his the girl ones again, the memory was hazy, for so, he shrugged the idea off. Maybe they were just look a like... Smirking once again... He looked over at the fatherly Vampire.

    "Blood spree... Not bad. Im Hungry, I haven't drink in ages!" Feliciano exclaimed.

    Looking closely to the two... He couldn't just have ended up in this place. Did this two invited him? He couldn't quite catch it, the voice ringing in his head, was nothing alike the Romanian's voice, nor the Transylvanians, strange it was. Feliciano would shrugged this matter again. He stood up, stretching his arms up in the air, ready for a challenge of hunting. Held onto his cape, wrapping its edge around his arms, putting his leveled on his mouth, covering his fangs, a hiss were here.

    "Im ready..." Said the Italian as he chuckled.


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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on April 28th 2012, 3:47 am


    Men and women rushed to their homes, finishing any business they might have at this time of night. Children were ordered to go to their rooms, all windows sealed and every door locked. Humans knew better than to stay out so late. Vampires would be waking. Humans would be sleeping. And Hunters would be hunting. Hunters were rare these days - so rare, that they seemed to not even exist. However, there was one who could easily be mistaken as a vampire himself, for he never showed himself during the day. His entire sleeping schedule had switched; he slept during the day, but woke at night to hunt. He wore dark clothing that allowed him to blend with the shadows, easily fooling a vampire with the greatest sight because they were too busy picking on a human being. This hunter, was known for his choice of weapon. A stainless, silver gun - the veins of a rose embedded into the metal - the words "Freedom Fighter" etched into the side. All vampires, who knew of this gun, feared both the weapon and its weilder. Alfred F. Jones was merciless.

    The town, although it had fallen quiet, was alive due to the sound of hooves clipping against the cobblestone street. A horse, black as pitch, raced down the road, whipping its head from side to side as the Hunter urged it to move faster. The Hunter rode through the night, sapphire eyes darting here and there in search of vampires. He had received a letter - a request that he intend a meeting held by the creatures of the night. He had scoffed at it, not wanting to have any part in this meeting. Why would vampires request that he attend this meeting? Of course, no one had sent it directly to him. No - - it had found him through another vampire sacrificed to the Hunter. They must have known he would come out of hiding knowing a vampire was purposely revealing themselves to get his attention. When he had killed the sacrificed vampire, he had found the letter attached to its body. Nevertheless, the Hunter had gotten invited. He did not want to attend, but he couldn't allow the vampires to cause mischief. What if it was all a bloody trick? The American Hunter gritted his teeth, flicking his heel against the horse's side. The horse instantly moved faster, throwing its head into the air.

    The Hunter's coat bellowed behind him, making him appear quite ghostly as he rode through the night. He knew he was nearing the castle of the damned. He could only sense it for a few miles, but now he was beginning to catch sight of it from the distance. As he moved through a patch of woods, the castle disappeared behind trees. The only source of light was the moon. The Hunter reached for Freedom Fighter, eyes scanning the woods as his Mustang raced through the greenery. He was sure the vampires would be in the castle, but then again, one could never to be too sure.

    There was a snap and then a hissing sound coming from his right. His head snapped in the direction of the sound, having no time to react as a vampire lept from the darkness and crashed into him. He was knocked from his horse, hitting the ground roughly. All the air was knocked from him, but he was aware a vampire was on top of him. He, with instinct, kicked at the vampire's stomach. It flew back, hissing in anger. The Hunter got to his feet, aiming the gun in the vampire's direction. It snickered, flashing its pearl-white fangs and curling its fingers so that its sharpened nails appeared more deadly. "How rude. I had only wanted to invite you to have a nice drink or two with me." It purred.

    The Hunter said nothing, at first, but slowly narrowed his eyes at the vampire. "Why aren't you at the meeting?"

    "I had intended on showing up, but when I heard you had been invited, I couldn't resist myself. I had planned on killing you before you could arrive. After all, I would find myself high status if I took the town's greatest Hunter out." It laughed maniacally, red eyes flashing with hunger.

    "Fool." The Hunter stated, bullet clicking into place.

    The vampire lunged without another wasted second, judgement clouded by his need to rise in status. The Hunter fired two bullets, the rigged bullets hitting the vampire square in the chest. The vampire screeched, hitting the ground instantly and curling into a fetal position. The bullets were rigged with a poison only venomous to vampires. It spread through their system like rapid-fire, burning them from the inside out. It drained them of all their wickedness - of their very life. The Hunter watched as the vampire tried to fight it, but there was no fighting it. The venom would take the vampire's life almost instantly. It wasn't long before the vampire's movements still, veins turning a dark color through their pale skin. The Hunter touched his cheek, only just realizing he possessed a thin cut on his skin. He must have received it when he hit the ground. He ignored it for now, turning his head to find his Mustang had returned to him. It had been frightened away when the vampire spooked it, but he had thankfully returned to his owner. "Come, Keiji..." The Hunter held his hand out, waiting for his Mustang to come closer. The dark Mustang came forth, movements slow and gentle. The horse lowered its head, allowing the Hunter's hand to move over the top of its head and down its neck.

    The Hunter climbed back up and onto his horse, narrowing his eyes at the vampire who had knocked him from it in the first place. With a quick pat on his neck, the horse took off running again, once again heading to the castle. Now, the Hunter's blood was boiling. How dare that vampire attack him - how dare these damned creatures try to invite him to this meeting...did they think he was stupid? Perhaps, he was. For showing up in the first place, but he did not intend to enter the castle seen. No, the Hunter would sneak his way in and he would see what this meeting was about before making his presence known.



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    Post  Alin Dumitru on April 28th 2012, 4:04 am


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    The Romanian vampire finished off his glass of wine in a bit of a hurry. He, too, was craving the sweet taste of a human's blood and he couldn't wait to get it. It had been day, possibly weeks, since he had gone hunting for his meal. They were able to eat human food, but it was the warm crimson liquid that truly satisfied a vampire's hunger. The very thought of blood running warmly down his throat caused his fangs to elognate from his gums. His fangs were razor sharp and shining white. They would cut through a human's skin at the slightest touch. He could tell his eyes began to turn into a brighter shade of red, as the thought of his precious blood always did to him.
    The vampire smirked and nodded at the Italian's statement, his mind only set on one thing at the moment: blood. He carefully set his wine glass on the table that sat in between the couches and stood up.
    "Well, I believe it is time for us to make our departure and go retreive our meals~"
    He moved over to his black cloak where it hung on a coat hanger. He tied the strings in front of his neck before his spread his arms and transformed. He now was a dark brown vampire bat.
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    Post  Lynette Bonnefoy on April 28th 2012, 9:20 am

    Not realizing what time it was, a young blonde Parisian walked out of the new teen night club. She checked her phone to call her brother, but realized she had no reception. " Comme c'est étrange." she muttered to herself & shrugged, her ingorant curl twerking up & decided to walk home.

    As the moonlight shined, her ruby red eyes glowed. No, she wasn't a vampire, but kids used to callher that as a child. As a gust of wind blew, she cursed to herself. "Of all days, I wear this dress, TODAY! she yelled, pulling the skin tight purple dress down as another gust of wind hit.



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    Post  Eireann Ó'Reilly on April 28th 2012, 11:43 am


    "If we do, we will have to not draw attention to ourselves, Via. You know that there have been hunters around lately. Do not get caught."

    Viorica nodded as she carefully dissected her father's last four words. Getting captured so early in the night would certainly ruin their plans - she had to be alert. But what Alin did not know, was that the young vampire had a scheme of her own. For, without his consent, she had invited a couple of hunters to their meeting and making a few weakling sacrifices to do it was no problem to her at all.

    Among all vampires, Viorica and Alin Dumitru were the most well-known and highly respected of their kind. The consistency of their blood made them as good as royalty to all their underlings. Unfortunately, this special blood often caused them problems as well. Any vampire knew that the blood of the 'Purebloods', as it were, was just as tempting as the blood of any human. This was the reason the two lived such a solitary life - they could trust no one.

    Many wanted their blood for power and control. If you took out one of the Purebloods, you got to take their place as reward. It was a sickening law, but it was a law that had been set in ancient times past and it could not be rewritten. Therefore, the Purebloods possessed special abilities to uphold said laws. While Alin could control a human or low-level vampire using his words, Viorica could control them using a hypnotic gaze. She had the power to get into their minds and play with their emotions, their values, and could even control their body wihtout their mind's consent. They had other powers as well, apart from the inhuman speed and strength and transformation abilities that every vampire possessed. They could shatter substances with just their emotions, regenerate any part of their body (save for their hearts and mind), erase memories, and best of all - they were immune to the bullets of hunters everywhere except for their heads and hearts. They even had offensive powers such as elemental control: shadows were the primary for Via, but she knew not what power her father best controlled. Inexperienced hunters were easy for the two to pick off, but the stronger ones... There lied the challenge.

    As Viorica got up and pulled on her dark red cloak, tying it around her neck, she looked back to the other two vampires.
    "Why don't you two go on ahead, I'd like to stretch my legs a bit before I join you. I won't be long, and I will be sure to stay safe, alright father?"

    She smiled sweetly like any promising daughter would and opened the door for them both to fly out. She pulled her large hood over her head as she started on her way down the dusty cobblestone path that led to their castle. To any passerby, she appeared a normal little human girl, but it would be their misfortune if they couldn't tell the truth.

    In the distance, her eyes caught on a scorched patch of ground. The fresh scent of blood in the air gave away the story of the scene in an instant. It was the scent of a vampires blood...and the faint aroma of a hunter's. Her senses now even more alert, the young vampire stopped to listen around the area. By the looks of things, he had to be close.
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    Post  Francis Bonnefoy on April 28th 2012, 1:37 pm

    The Frenchman silently crouched, icy blue eyes narrowed, at the edge of a rooftop.

    Gazing lazily out into the night; having watched the Hunter and his horse race down the street, soon sealing the fate of a rather foolish vampire; Francis shifted positions slightly with a sigh, licking away traces of fresh blood along his lips. It was the same thing each time when it came to watching his own kind's death; a bullet or two would end them at the hands of the town's most sucessful Hunter.

    With each time the Frenchman had witnessed or heard of the quick, merciless deaths, his horror and alarm had lessened, until he was finally left with just the nagging instinct to leave with little, to no display of pity. Truly, why should he care what happened to his own kind? Most of them were foolish and impuslve, easy targets for any Hunter. How easily they were killed seemed more or less a disgrace to the race of vampires.

    Of course, Francis knew better than to approach any Hunter, let alone attract one's attention. All it would gain would be a granted death wish. The Frenchman gave a slight shake of his head, icy blue eyes following the Hunter as he rode off into the forest, seeming to be heading toward the large castle in the distance. The thought hit Francis almost immidiately; the meeting. With a roll of his eyes, Francis merely glanced aside, an amused smirk curling back his lips, the glimmer of crimson-stained fangs flashing for a split second. How naive could the Hunter be? Going off to a castle which was, most likely, filled with the more devious of vampires; the smart, clever ones who knew better than to flaunt about themselves to just any Hunter. But then again, even this Hunter was the most efficient known. Who knew how bloody things would end up, especially with him running about?

    After a moment, Francis sighed and quietly slipped off the rooftop, landing quite easily on his feet at the alley below. Tracking the Hunter would prove deadly, however Francis beared little to no malicious intent toward him; attacking him wouldn't gain the Frenchman anything that mattered. Attending the meeting would be useful, yet Francis wasn't planning to be one of the few vampires scorched and turned to ash or fatally wounded by the Hunter's killer bullets.

    Tracking at a distance would be safe enough for Francis' standards; after all, having witnessed more than one of the Hunter's past slayings, carefully hidden, the Frenchman assumed now wouldn't be much of a problem.

    As Francis stepped out of the alleyway, he froze for a moment before he immidiately ducked back into the shadows as a human scent reached him, bringing in the nasty tempation. But even Francis knew better; for even knew this particular scent well enough to avoid attacking. His blue eyes flickered to the faint silhouette of his sister, Lynette.

    When she yelled, Francis couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. Oh, how it irked him when she was out this late, let alone at a club, and yelling out into the darkness no less. How stupid is she? Thought the Frenchman irritably, knowing well how easily she could attract attention to herself, especially to a starving vampire.

    Ever sense the Frenchman's turning, he thankfully had remained with the memory of his sister, tending to feel the nagging urge to protect her; like any older brother would, no matter how much they may have bickered in the past. But yet, keeping his darkened secret from her had proven difficult, however, it was still doable.

    And Francis had no intention of letting her know anytime soon.
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    Post  Lynette Bonnefoy on April 28th 2012, 2:43 pm

    Suddenly, her ignorant curl twerked up & her ruby eyes darted around the seemingly empty street. Hello? Anyone there?" she called out, her voice echoing throught the empty street. She shrugged & took off her heels & commenced to finding a payphone instead of walking all the way home.

    When she found a payphone, she sat her shoes & purse down next to her & looked at the payphone. "Crap. How do you work this thing?" she asked out loud, kicking the payphone, but wincing in pain as the cold metal hit her bare foot. " DAMMIT!" she yelled, immediately holding her foot & jumping about in pain.



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    Post  Alin Dumitru on April 28th 2012, 2:54 pm


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    The vampire bat looked at his daughter. His red eyes were now solid black . He nodded his head as he flew out the opened door. It had been a while since he had last flown. Flying did provide a fater way of transportation than walking did, as it also provided a fast get away in case he were to come in contact with a vampire hunter. With any luck, there would be no hunters out around the town tonight, though he was a cunning escape artist when it came to those kind of encounters. He had had plenty of those in his time, and all of those hunters ended up dead or a new vampire.
    His small body shivered slightly as he exited his home. It was a cold night out, probably around forty or fifty degrees.
    Alin flew to the nearest town, which as about a five minute flight from his mansion. He land gracefully behind a tree and returned to hs human form. Flying alwas made him feel stiff. He stretched his arms over his head. He flt his back pop and sighed contently.
    He waited for the Italian and his daughter to join him before proceeding into the town.
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    Post  Feliciano Vargas on April 28th 2012, 10:23 pm



    Feliciano would keep himself still, but the thirst of blood starting to get the best of him. The eldest vampire really made sure all three of them should be careful, he watched the youngest vampire and the eldest vampire parted their ways, he didn't seem to know where to go, should he stay with the girl or be with the eldest? Dammit! He can no longer wait. Immediately stood up from the couch, watching the Eldest flew away... "Tsk!" The Italian muttered, he had nowhere to start, can't just jump behind a human's back and bam! Drink their blood, he'll draw attention. Creatures like him must only lurk beneath the shadows, he had no choice but obey. They were more experience than him anyway, that, he understood.

    His boots clapped against the floor, Italy would walk over towards the counter, looking at the bottle of wine and the wine glass... "Ugh..." He winced his eyes again, grunted in anger, confusion, as he placed his hands on each side of his head remembering the times he had associated with wine... He remembers, he used to created this beverage with the French; the memory was still hazy, it was clear, he couldn't remember who he was. Right now... Someone whispered again in his head... 'Blood' it says, then soon, quickly the voice disappeared once again. He opened his eyes where he was it remembering what he is supposed to do, ah~ Blood. Blood sucking spree.- He walked towards the front door, kicked it open, and observed the head of Vampires fled its way. Getting ready to fly, he looked at his feet, grabbed his cape and wrapped it around him, then poof! 'eek eek' sounds, he became a vampire bat once again.

    Flapping his wings faster, just like a vampire bat would do. It was black, red eyes, and tiny. Couldn't be so shot so easily and couldn't be identify as a vampire as well. Just a regular vampire bat that could be living in the forest, or even better, caves. Feliciano, fled out of the mansion, flying across five minutes away from the house, soon as he reached and joined the eldest vampire, he landed on the Romanian's shoulder as a bat. Folding its wings, his eyes were glowing as red, Crimson red, just red a blood. The bat looked forth whats ahead and the Bat squinted its eyes and placed its tiny hand on its tiny head... Something seems off...

    "Count... One of our kind has been lost... The Vampire Hunter must vanished"

    The Bat spoke in its high pitched bat like voice, alarming and updating the boss.



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    Post  Alin Dumitru on April 28th 2012, 11:24 pm


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    Even before the bat informed him about one of their own kind beginning killed by a hunter, Alin could already sense it. There was a hunter some where in this town, ready to shoot them now at first sight. Alin hated vampire hunters. They were always ruining his plans and killing off his vampire pawns. They were always so unpredictable. Perhap he should try to kill this hunter off? He had always played it safe when one of his enemies was around, not wanting to end up like the weaker ones of his kind. By this time, Alin was ready for something new, to take a risk. Maybe he should wait for more vampires to arrive so they could out number the hunter. The possibilities of what the could do were endless when there were multiple vampires together. They were a deadly pack.
    "Yes, I know." The vampire narrowed his eyes towards the small, old town. "I can sense a hunter near by. A strong one, in fact. We will have to be more cautious than we planned originally."
    Faintly in the air, he could smell the blood of the now dead vampire. This one certainly hadn't last long in the world. How sad. Alin sighed and looked up at the sky. There was a full moon tonight, thankfully the old myths about were wolves during a full moon were nothing but a hoax. Vampires had enough problems to deal with.
    Alin began to walk towards the entrance of the town before he paused. He gazed down at the small bat on his shoulder. "You might want to return to your human form. A bat sitting on someone's shoulder would draw attention to us, don't you think?"
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    Post  Feliciano Vargas on April 29th 2012, 12:06 am



    Just about as he could relax on his boss' shoulder, he was told off to get off for a safety cautions. Veneziano didn't have the right to fight back, nor disobeyed the Count. "But... But my outfit is ridiculous!" Whined the italian. He stared at the Dracula for a long time, but seeing his eyes made him give up with a groan. "Fine..." Flapping his bat, gets ready to get off then landed on the ground, turning himself back into his original form. A black T-shirt, and a long white sleeves combing with a black bandana wrapped around his neck, pants would be plain black, striped vertically with grey stripes. Looking over his back, he could see his bat wings were still visible, it was just a side effect from turning a bat, he wasn't as experienced unlike the two Vampires who had been living off in this town or world. He covered his back with his cape, then after he would level his arm to cover his mouth, as he flashed his fangs underneath, hissing as he gazed over at the town.

    His hungry... Blood thirsty hungry... He clenched his other knuckled having to hold his hunger for that long. From a distance, he could definitely smell the flesh of a human, their blood, their warmth and how smooth their skin would be... Ah, having to suck those females. His red crimson eyes looked over at the full moon, this makes the vampires even more lively this evening. Suddenly, he grabbed the Count's arm, tugging his sleeve, with a pleading look on his eyes, his fangs were widely showing, full growth, every time he would speak, it will be seen. "Count! When can we drink blood? Are we going to wait for your Daughter? Surely, he was a beginner, he didn't know how being cautious work, let alone work together, even when he was still a human, none of those were thought to him, it thought, he would casually ignored or have the lesson go into his ear and would quickly go out to the other; not paying attention at all -

    "We have not much time. We only have until sun rise! We drink the human's blood, swipe off those Hunters, then we should get back to our Coffins!

    Feliciano was already panicking.



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    Post  Alin Dumitru on April 29th 2012, 12:27 am


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    The elder vampire sighed. It was not a surprise that the Italian was already beginning to panic. He had known his as a human, though they had not know each other well, he had taken note of the man's high panic level. Almost anything was possible of making the Italian go into panic. He sighed. Had was being asked so many questions.

    "Just calm down, Veneziano." He put a hand on his accomplise's shoulder in the attempt to calm him down. "We have plenty of time. Trust me." He gave him a reassuring glance. "Now, let's get going."



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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on April 29th 2012, 12:58 am


    The Hunter had found a spot to ditch his horse. Keiji had insisted on following him a few more steps, but the Hunter whipped around and glared at him. The horse came to another stop, lowering its head. "Do not follow me." He ordered and inclined his head towards the opposite end of the woods. Keiji would need to return home. The Hunter then turned, moving the rest of the way on foot. He removed Freedom Fighter and studied it before loading a new magazine. It was only when the chirping of crickets fell silent, did he know for sure someone else was here. He ducked beneath the bushes, using the shadows as a guide to maneuver through the darkness.

    Behind a tree, he saw her. A beautiful cloak kept her identity sealed, but only for fools. Alfred was no fool. His senses were too sharp - he knew she was a vampire, especially by the way she had looked suspiciously towards the body he had left behind. He knew she was waiting to see if the person who had done it was still around, and he smirked. Perhaps, with this vampire, he could have some fun - get some answers out of her, too.

    He moved through the darkness, footsteps completely silent. He knew how to balance his weight against branches, so there was no snapping or crushing of leaves. He was that skilled at being invisible. He straightened up once he was a good distance behind her and moved out onto the path she stood on, removing a cigarette from his pouch. "Enjoying the view?" He asked, flicking his thumb across his lighter as he lit the end of the cigarette. He had been referring to the dead vampire just feet away from her. He put the lighter away and blew the smoke out in her direction, but she was too far away for it to disturb her.

    "I find your lack of control over your dogs to be...quite disturbing." He said in a dark, serious tone. The Hunter really did resemble a vampire, with the way he blended into the darkness, the way his skin had gone pale due to staying out at night, and the way he spoke to her. The moonlight brought out the sapphire within his irises.



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    Post  Guest on April 29th 2012, 1:00 am

    Late at night, The young Latvian wondered around hopelessly lost. He had been visiting his friend Sealand all day and had lost track of time. He was terrified of the dark and remembered his Brother's stories of the dangers that prowl the night

    'I am so stupid!' He thought to himself as he trembled in fear. Suddenly, He heard something move behind him and screamed "AAHHHHHHHHHHH!". Raivis ran as fast as he could without looking back, little did he know, it was only a small rabbit that came out of it burrow to search for food and appeared to be the least of his problems.

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    Estonia was walking around down the streets. He was aware the Hunters already saide, once the sun had set down they must go into their houses and locked the doors. However, Estonia couldn't calm down, being that his brother was missing and wasn't home yet. So now, he now stood in the empty town, with his oil lap holding it. He would look around looking for his brother... God damn, where could that brother be? Why must he go out so late... That yell! It came from Latvia...

    "Latvia! I'm coming!" Estonia purposely drpped the oil lamp having it shut down, now it could get worse now the only light was now vanished. As he ran, he saw his brother on his way. He smiled and exclaimed seeing his brother was alright, other than him screaming he wasn't injured at all. One he collided with his brother, he hugged him tightly, shushing him up. "For God's sake! Why are you out so late! We weren't supoosed to be outside... Now let's go back to our...". Once Estonia turned himself along with his brother... He couldn't see the pathway anymore... He turned out the lamp.

    "Latvia... I'm afraid to say we're lost..."



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