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[Roslyn Pryce]

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She had been watching her little brother closely, his expression would change when he stated a few things. Her brain could not really place some of the looks that spread on his features, it baffled her. Some thoughts began nagging her in the back of her mind. We’ve become the hunted. As long as we live we’re the hunted…but no. That’s not right. We’re hunters, we’re the ones who are, she stopped herself short as she pushed the thoughts away.

Control, she was the one in control now it was not that side of her that was constantly on a rampage, that was not her. That was the beast within her, the beast that needed to stay dormant if she ever expected to help the person she loved most in the world. She would stay in control of this monster if it was the last thing she did. This demon would never see the light of day again and that way Marcos would never have to worry about her leaving or any of this other concerns for that matter.

Looking down at her hands and to her horror saw an image from her past or was this just something that her mind was creating? Blood, she was covered in it. At her feet there was a pool of the red liquid. Bodies laid askew on the ground, the bodies of countless people. The corpses were so mangled and some were half eaten that they were unrecognizable. As she stepped forward she could feel herself walking on the decaying flesh of these dead human begins.

Bricia was looking at all of this through her eyes, not through the eyes of the beast that she could turn into. It was a memory of one of the massacres she had caused while in her human form. The stench of decomposing bodies was flooding her sense of smell and she could hear that voice urging her in her mind, urging her to kill.

When she was lifted off the floor, it was as if the memory… no, the thought…had been lifted off of her mind as well. Her body registered Marcos was now carrying her, it was his scent and warmth that she easily recognized. She laughed as he partially dragged her feet on the sidewalk, but she pulled them up so that her shoes would not get ruined.

“Put me down before you drop me,” she whined with a smile which obviously contradicted her tone. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, to keep her from slipping. She knew that it was highly unlikely that he would drop her or let her slip from his grip, but she felt more secure in having some grasp on him.

He did not have the intention of putting her down until they had reached their destination and she knew that full well. They were regulars here in this restaurant, they came at least once a week and would eat to their hearts content. The management never asked any questions as to how they could eat so much and not get sick, or eat that much for that matter.

Bricia let her arms drop from him as they were shown to their table. He sat her down in one of the seats of the table that the server had lead them to, then pat her head before taking a seat across from her. The server left, knowing what they would be ordering beforehand and went to fetch them their drinks. Bricia shifted in her seat, almost not wanting to be here.

The owner of the restaurant came over to where they were seated. He was talking to her brother, asking how they had been and the like. Normally, the owner liked talking to his preferred customers and they were two of his favorites. Bricia always kept quiet, she was untrusting of new people and although they came here often she was still not comfortable with this man.

How many of these people were different? How many of them were vampires? She had gathered from the smells that most of them were not of their kind that they were vampires as her brother had called them. Her mind began to run through all of the questions she still had to ask.

As she opened her mouth to speak the server came back with their drinks and the first part of their course. Her stomach growled and she instinctively ignored her mind. Bricia had to force herself to eat with a knife and fork like everyone else around them was doing. She constantly had to fight back the urge to forget her manners and just eat like she was use to doing so in the wild.

After taking a few bites she swallowed and poked at the steak as she began conversing with him once more, “This Christmas…I was hoping we could go do something special.” She was not very sure about how he would feel with the idea that had crossed her mind earlier but it was worth a try. “Could we go home?”

Putting down the fork, she propped her face up on her hands and looked straight at him. It was about time that they went back, if it really had been that many years. Would their home even be standing? Would anyone still have portraits of those times? She was sure that their might still be someone alive from those times, but it was not like anyone would believe someone that old. For all anyone knew they could be their kids.

Another question crossed her mind as she turned her attention to the window next to them. “Marcos,” her voice was very quiet as she asked, “how many people did I kill?” He might not want to answer that question, but she needed to know. How many people had died by her hand?

As she awaited a response from him, his phone vibrated on the table where she had placed it. Bricia picked it up and saw the name Thaddeus. She did not recall the name from anywhere, ”It’s for you, I’m guessing.” The girl slid the phone across the table to him and then continued eating. He could answer her questions after he had taken care of his business.

Her attention then moved to the gloves near her drink, they blended in fairly well thanks to the clothes they wore. Marcos had been the one pulling most of the strings in their lives, he made sure that they did not get caught or that they ran the chance of becoming hunted. She figured that the one who had taken him in as a student had been the cause of this, the cause of why he always covered their tracks.

Survival was difficult here, but since he was normally the one that went out they ran less of a risk. Their lives were quiet and unbothered at least as far as she knew. “So,” she began while leaning on her elbows, “what’s it say?”




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I am: I'm not what I thought I was...I'm a Lycan.
Feeling: Inquisitive.
Thoughts: Will I get a straight answer?
Location: The Restaurant.
Outfit

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[Kyrus Highgrave]

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Marcos yawned a bit as the owner went on about his business picking up lately. Marcos figured it was due to the Lycan's recently venturing into this area a bit more but he wasn't sure one way or the other. He new there were a lot of inhuman scents in the shop but wasn't sure which breed or even race they may be at this point. He smiled when he saw the amazing meal coming over he leaned over to Bri and softly squeezed her hand. He new she didn't much like random people being around even before she had come back to the normal world so this kind of setting was not really fun for her. Although he new once she saw that food all those thoughts would be gone and he was right she glanced at the food and her facial expression changed from some what nervous to almost childishly happy. Marcos was happy that she finally was genuinely enjoying the restaurant again. Once she had began eating Marcos took this que and dug in. He was not very well mannered to begin with considering he lived in the forest for about half of his life. He cut a fair size chunk of meat and bit it. He easily cut through it was his teeth this was mostly due to the strength of his muscles. He easily tore the meat and enjoyed it while he was enjoying it she began speaking again. She began talking about Christmas and doing something special this year. Marcos hadn't thought about or even celebrated Christmas in almost forty years. That was until his sister got some what coherent about two years ago. It was around this time back then that she came up to him and randomly ask about Christmas. This was surprising to him because only days before she had been almost catatonic and acted much the way a dog would moving around on all fours even when not transformed. This was one of the times her mental health had improved which made him happy but he wasn't sure what she meant by special until she told him which wasn't long after the first question. She asked him if they could go home for Christmas. Marcos grimaced a little bit. He new full well this day would come sooner or later but he didn't really want to think about it or discuss it till she brought it up. In fact she still owned there old home or at least she would have if the state had not declared her dead lucky for her though he had taken over as land lord and through the years had not really kept the home well maintained. Mostly because he didn't really want to go to the place for all the bad memories that were dwelling there. In fact even though his parents had been long buried. The blood stains that were left from the Lycan and there parents in the old wooden floor still remained. He didn't really care to clean them after all that he thought it more important to find his sister at the time. Marcos sighed softly and said. "We can visit there if you wish Bri. But it isn't what your memories would lead you to believe. Not anymore anyways. But we can visit the graves of our parents and our old home if you wish. I've been meaning to visit them for a while but I didn't really have the courage to go alone." Macros smiled at her and took another bite of his steak. He wasn't sure how she would react to that place nor how he would even react to it after all these years. He had only gone back once and the agony of it all formed him to turn. He lost about a week to being a Lycan and hasn't returned to the place sense. Marcos was hoping that the conversation would become a tad less morbid how wrong he was. Her next question was simple and blunt. She simply asked how many people had she killed. Marcos choked a little bit on his steak then looked up at her and cracked his neck. One of his hands began rubbing his neck while he thought about this question. Then he spoke telling her the truth of the matter. "I have honestly no idea Bri. As I said before I only caught up to you throughout the last fifty or so years briefly. If I had to guess I would imagine about a thousand or so though considering I used the news of mass murders to track most of your packs." Marcos looked down at his steak and began slowly swirling a piece of it on the plate. Then while he was playing with his food he heard his cell vibrated. He looked up and saw her glancing at the name she simply said that she thought it was for him then handed it to him. Marcos glanced down at the name on the text and grimaced a little. Thaddeus had been a old vampire that he had become acquainted with. Simply put Marcos killed a hunter he had been track whom he believe was tracking his sister. But it was actually tracking Thaddeus's pup. It saddened him but by killed the hunter he had actually brought on a small army of them which was where Thaddeus came in. They both fought off the group Marcos never really figured out why Thaddeus would have even interfered in the fight considering it endangered his follower but sense then Thaddeus held a favor over him. Marcos unintentionally made the debt real at least in his own mind when he brought Bri to this city. Having been shun by the Lycan controlled side of the town he had little choice on where to put up roots and it was by sheer luck that Thaddeus and he were in the same place at the same time. Marcos always acquainted it to bad luck though. It wasn't really Thaddeus's fault but it seemed like every time he came around Marcos it ended up being bad news. Marcos read the text slowly and assumed this time would be likely no different then all the encounters before hand. The fact that Marcos had to ask for a favor to get them allowed into the vampire controlled side of town had not come to his mind in a while considering he thought Thaddeus had left this place a long while ago. Marcos sighed softly and looked up at Bri then said softly. "Our day of rest may come to an abrupt end in a short while Bri. It seems an old acquaintance is requesting a meeting. I wonder what it could be about considering he is bring his pup and it seems a human." The fact that his pup was coming with him wasn't all that surprising but a human no mater what she was gifted with or who they were was an uncommon thing to bring to meeting with Marcos considering. Marcos thought, "Maybe she is lunch or something." He shrugged it off a little then texted back.

To Thaddeus
From Marcos

I suppose you can come and sit with me at the resturant I am at. Judging by your scent your not farm from it about four blocks or so away. I will be waiting and my sister will be here as well. I hope your not bringing an army of hunters by the way I'd like to be able to eat here again after this little meet and greet.

Marcos.

Marcos finished the text and set the phone down then looked up at her and said. "Well we will see if they come or not but the person's name is Thaddeus. He is the man whom helped us get our current home. We sort of owe him for that." Marcos still didn't consider him getting involved in the small war with the hunters as reason for him to owe him but when he helped them find there most recent home that Marcos believed was worth a debt. He wondered why the random message from him though after so long of not being in contact. Honestly Marcos didn't even know how he had gotten his new cell number consider Marcos had only had this phone for about seven months now. Before that he had only had a house phone. He shrugged again and took another bite of his steak and said softly. "Well at least the steaks are very good today. Wouldn't you agree Bri?"

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I am: Lycan. I'm a Cheiwawa.
Feeling: Confused and slightly uneasy.
Thoughts: I hope he doesn't make it impossible for us to eat here again.
Location: Giorgi's Meat Palace.

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[Roslyn Pryce]

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Marcos yawned a bit as the owner went on about his business picking up lately. Marcos figured it was due to the Lycan's recently venturing into this area a bit more but he was not sure one way or the other. He knew there were a lot of inhuman scents in the shop but was not sure which breed or even race they may be at this point.

He smiled when he saw the amazing meal coming over he leaned over to Bri and softly squeezed her hand. He knew she did not much like random people being around even before she had come back to the normal world so this kind of setting was not really fun for her. Although he knew once she saw that food all those thoughts would be gone and he was right she glanced at the food and her facial expression changed from some what nervous to almost childishly happy. Marcos was happy that she finally was genuinely enjoying the restaurant again.

Once she had begun eating Marcos took this cue and dug in. He was not very well mannered to begin with considering he lived in the forest for about half of his life. He cut a fair size chunk of meat and bit it. He easily cut through it was his teeth this was mostly due to the strength of his muscles. He easily tore the meat and enjoyed it while he was enjoying it she began speaking again.

She began talking about Christmas and doing something special this year. Marcos had not thought about or even celebrated Christmas in almost forty years. That was until his sister got some what coherent about two years ago. It was around this time back then that she came up to him and randomly ask about Christmas. This was surprising to him because only days before she had been almost catatonic and acted much the way a dog would moving around on all fours even when not transformed.

This was one of the times her mental health had improved which made him happy but he was not sure what she meant by special until she told him which was not long after the first question. She asked him if they could go home for Christmas. Marcos grimaced a little bit. He knew full well this day would come sooner or later but he did not really want to think about it or discuss it till she brought it up.

In fact, she still owned there old home or at least she would have if the state had not declared her dead lucky for her though he had taken over as land lord and through the years had not really kept the home well maintained. Mostly because he did not really want to go to the place for all the bad memories that were dwelling there, even though his parents had been long buried.

The blood stains that were left from the Lycan and there parents in the old wooden floor still remained. He did not really care to clean them after all that he thought it more important to find his sister at the time. Marcos sighed softly and said, "We can visit there if you wish Bri. But it isn't what your memories would lead you to believe. Not anymore anyways, but we can visit the graves of our parents and our old home if you wish. I've been meaning to visit them for a while but I didn't really have the courage to go alone."

Smiling at her he took another bite of his steak. He was not sure how she would react to that place nor how he would react to it after all these years. He had only gone back once and the agony of it all forced him to turn. He lost about a week to being a Lycan and never returned to the place sense.

Marcos was hoping that the conversation would become a tad less morbid how wrong he was. Her next question was simple and blunt. She simply asked how many people had she killed. Marcos choked a little bit on his steak then looked up at her and cracked his neck. One of his hands began rubbing his neck while he thought about this question. Then he spoke telling her the truth of the matter, "I have honestly no idea Bri. As I said before I only caught up to you throughout the last fifty or so years briefly. If I had to guess I would imagine about a thousand or so though considering I used the news of mass murders to track most of your packs."

He looked down at his steak and began slowly swirling a piece of it on the plate. Then while he was playing with his food he heard his cell vibrated. He looked up and saw her glancing at the name she simply said that she thought it was for him then handed it to him. Marcos glanced down at the name on the text and grimaced a little.

Thaddeus had been an old vampire that he had become acquainted with. Simply put Marcos killed a hunter he had been tracking whom he believed was tracking his sister, but it was actually tracking Thaddeus's pup. It saddened him but by killed the hunter he had actually brought on a small army of them which was where Thaddeus came in. They both fought off the group Marcos never really figured out why Thaddeus would have even interfered in the fight considering it endangered his follower but since then Thaddeus held a favor over him.

Marcos unintentionally made the debt real at least in his own mind when he brought Bri to this city. Having been shunned by the Lycan controlled side of the town he had little choice on where to put up roots and it was by sheer luck that Thaddeus and he were in the same place at the same time. Marcos always acquainted it to bad luck though. It was not really Thaddeus's fault but it seemed like every time he came around Marcos it ended up being bad news.

Reading the text slowly Marcos assumed that this time would be likely no different then all the encounters before hand. The fact that Marcos had to ask for a favor to get them allowed into the vampire controlled side of town had not come to his mind in a while considering he thought Thaddeus had left this place a long while ago. He sighed softly and looked up at Bri then quietly said, "Our day of rest may come to an abrupt end in a short while, Bri. It seems an old acquaintance is requesting a meeting. I wonder what it could be about considering he is bringing his pup and it seems a human."

The fact that his pup was coming with him was not all that surprising but a human no mater what she was gifted with or who they were was an uncommon thing to bring to meeting with Marcos considering. Marcos thought, Maybe she is lunch or something. He shrugged it off a little then began texting back:


To: Thaddeus
From: Marcos

I suppose you can come and sit with me at the restaurant I am at. Judging by your scent you’re not far from it about four blocks or so away. I will be waiting and my sister will be here as well. I hope you’re not bringing an army of hunters by the way I'd like to be able to eat here again after this little meet and greet.

Marcos.


Marcos finished the text and set the phone down then looked up at her. "Well, we will see if they come or not but the person's name is Thaddeus. He is the man whom helped us get our current home. We sort of owe him for that." Marcos still did not consider him getting involved in the small war with the hunters as reason for him to owe him but when he helped them find their most recent home that Marcos believed was worth a debt.

He wondered why the random message from him though after so long of not being in contact. Honestly, Marcos did not even know how he had gotten his new cell number considering Marcos had only had this phone for about seven months now. Before that he had only had a house phone, he shrugged again and took another bite of his steak. "Well, at least the steaks are very good today. Wouldn't you agree Bri?"

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I am: Lycan. I'm a Chiwahwah.
Feeling: Confused and slightly uneasy.
Thoughts: I hope he doesn't make it impossible for us to eat here again.
Location: Giorgi's Meat Palace.

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Marcos yawned a bit as the owner went on about his business picking up lately. Marcos figured it was due to the Lycan's recently venturing into this area a bit more but he was not sure one way or the other. He knew there were a lot of inhuman scents in the shop but was not sure which breed or even race they may be at this point.

He smiled when he saw the amazing meal coming over he leaned over to Bri and softly squeezed her hand. He knew she did not much like random people being around even before she had come back to the normal world so this kind of setting was not really fun for her. Although he knew once she saw that food all those thoughts would be gone and he was right she glanced at the food and her facial expression changed from some what nervous to almost childishly happy. Marcos was happy that she finally was genuinely enjoying the restaurant again.

Once she had begun eating Marcos took this cue and dug in. He was not very well mannered to begin with considering he lived in the forest for about half of his life. He cut a fair size chunk of meat and bit it. He easily cut through it was his teeth this was mostly due to the strength of his muscles. He easily tore the meat and enjoyed it while he was enjoying it she began speaking again.

She began talking about Christmas and doing something special this year. Marcos had not thought about or even celebrated Christmas in almost forty years. That was until his sister got some what coherent about two years ago. It was around this time back then that she came up to him and randomly ask about Christmas. This was surprising to him because only days before she had been almost catatonic and acted much the way a dog would moving around on all fours even when not transformed.

This was one of the times her mental health had improved which made him happy but he was not sure what she meant by special until she told him which was not long after the first question. She asked him if they could go home for Christmas. Marcos grimaced a little bit. He knew full well this day would come sooner or later but he did not really want to think about it or discuss it till she brought it up.

In fact, she still owned there old home or at least she would have if the state had not declared her dead lucky for her though he had taken over as land lord and through the years had not really kept the home well maintained. Mostly because he did not really want to go to the place for all the bad memories that were dwelling there, even though his parents had been long buried.

The blood stains that were left from the Lycan and there parents in the old wooden floor still remained. He did not really care to clean them after all that he thought it more important to find his sister at the time. Marcos sighed softly and said, "We can visit there if you wish Bri. But it isn't what your memories would lead you to believe. Not anymore anyways, but we can visit the graves of our parents and our old home if you wish. I've been meaning to visit them for a while but I didn't really have the courage to go alone."

Smiling at her he took another bite of his steak. He was not sure how she would react to that place nor how he would react to it after all these years. He had only gone back once and the agony of it all forced him to turn. He lost about a week to being a Lycan and never returned to the place sense.

Marcos was hoping that the conversation would become a tad less morbid how wrong he was. Her next question was simple and blunt. She simply asked how many people had she killed. Marcos choked a little bit on his steak then looked up at her and cracked his neck. One of his hands began rubbing his neck while he thought about this question. Then he spoke telling her the truth of the matter, "I have honestly no idea Bri. As I said before I only caught up to you throughout the last fifty or so years briefly. If I had to guess I would imagine about a thousand or so though considering I used the news of mass murders to track most of your packs."

He looked down at his steak and began slowly swirling a piece of it on the plate. Then while he was playing with his food he heard his cell vibrated. He looked up and saw her glancing at the name she simply said that she thought it was for him then handed it to him. Marcos glanced down at the name on the text and grimaced a little.

Thaddeus had been an old vampire that he had become acquainted with. Simply put Marcos killed a hunter he had been tracking whom he believed was tracking his sister, but it was actually tracking Thaddeus's pup. It saddened him but by killed the hunter he had actually brought on a small army of them which was where Thaddeus came in. They both fought off the group Marcos never really figured out why Thaddeus would have even interfered in the fight considering it endangered his follower but since then Thaddeus held a favor over him.

Marcos unintentionally made the debt real at least in his own mind when he brought Bri to this city. Having been shunned by the Lycan controlled side of the town he had little choice on where to put up roots and it was by sheer luck that Thaddeus and he were in the same place at the same time. Marcos always acquainted it to bad luck though. It was not really Thaddeus's fault but it seemed like every time he came around Marcos it ended up being bad news.

Reading the text slowly Marcos assumed that this time would be likely no different then all the encounters before hand. The fact that Marcos had to ask for a favor to get them allowed into the vampire controlled side of town had not come to his mind in a while considering he thought Thaddeus had left this place a long while ago. He sighed softly and looked up at Bri then quietly said, "Our day of rest may come to an abrupt end in a short while, Bri. It seems an old acquaintance is requesting a meeting. I wonder what it could be about considering he is bringing his pup and it seems a human."

The fact that his pup was coming with him was not all that surprising but a human no mater what she was gifted with or who they were was an uncommon thing to bring to meeting with Marcos considering. Marcos thought, Maybe she is lunch or something. He shrugged it off a little then began texting back:


To: Thaddeus
From: Marcos

I suppose you can come and sit with me at the restaurant I am at. Judging by your scent you’re not far from it about four blocks or so away. I will be waiting and my sister will be here as well. I hope you’re not bringing an army of hunters by the way I'd like to be able to eat here again after this little meet and greet.

Marcos.


Marcos finished the text and set the phone down then looked up at her. "Well, we will see if they come or not but the person's name is Thaddeus. He is the man whom helped us get our current home. We sort of owe him for that." Marcos still did not consider him getting involved in the small war with the hunters as reason for him to owe him but when he helped them find their most recent home that Marcos believed was worth a debt.

He wondered why the random message from him though after so long of not being in contact. Honestly, Marcos did not even know how he had gotten his new cell number considering Marcos had only had this phone for about seven months now. Before that he had only had a house phone, he shrugged again and took another bite of his steak. "Well, at least the steaks are very good today. Wouldn't you agree Bri?"

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I am: Lycan. I'm a Chiwahwah.
Feeling: Confused and slightly uneasy.
Thoughts: I hope he doesn't make it impossible for us to eat here again.
Location: Giorgi's Meat Palace.

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[Roslyn Pryce]

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The brunette leaned back, putting her hands on her lap as she looked outside. There were cars passing by and the vehicles parked in front of the little restaurant were being covered by a thin sheet of snow. It was her favorite time of year, it always had been. Whether it had been due to the positive atmosphere it created or the fact that her family was more together around this time, she did not know.

As children they had played in this kind of weather, enjoying every moment of this cold time of year. She recalled them throwing snowballs at one another while they were covered by thick jackets that protected them from the cold. Their mother was always watching them from the kitchen window, protectively as a lioness would with its’ cubs, as their father did some house work. Their days had consisted of that for the most part during this time of year and she missed it. She missed all of it and as she sat there reminiscing a few tears managed to escape. Those had been some of the best days of her life and she had almost forgotten them.

Her brother had stated that it was not the place she remembered, but she did not expect it to be. The furniture was probably gone along with the windows, doors, and anything that belonged to them. Or maybe the place had been left alone? If he had not disturbed it that meant he probably had not sold any of the many acres that had been part of their property as well. They had been a middle-class family and during their lifetime as normal people had not really progressed much further than that. The land they had was inherited to them through many generations, and they had been one of the few families to keep their land when the United States made the Louisiana Purchase. President Thomas Jefferson allowed certain groups of people to retain their homes, and they had been some of the lucky few. Their land consisted of many different sections used to feed the cattle that they owned.

In the year 1929 the Great Depression had just begun and she was only eleven at the time. She remembered that their lifestyle changed due to the lowered numbers of farm hands and they had to do some manual labor to help their father keep the ranch the way it was suppose to be. Life had become much harder for them and their childhood had been cut short.

A few years later in September 1, 1939, World War II began with the invasion of Poland by Germany. Their family had been caring for the farm, as they normally did and continued to do so even during the war. In late November of 1940 her brother had been drafted into the war. Bricia spent most of her waking hours, working on one of the many bases that the military in the state of Montana and at night she would write letters to Marcos. During these times she was mostly not there, she was quiet and un-lively in comparison.

In 1943, just as he was turning twenty-three, Marcos came back home. He had been gone for nearly four years and when she saw him walk through the door of their home she could not help but to burst into tears. His entire demeanor had changed, yet he was still her little brother and one of the most important people in her life. She remembered rushing to him, embracing him tightly, kissing him and asking if he was alright or if he wanted anything special to eat. Those years had been hell on her and she could not even begin to imagine how horrible they must have been for him. Bricia had heard of all the awful things that the soldiers had to endure during this war. The young man had never told her of how he suffered in the trenches, but he did write about everything else that occurred.

In 1945 World War II ended, with the death of Adolf Hitler in April 30th 1945. In early May, two days after the leader of the German forces had died; their family was attacked by the rogue Lycan. This was the day that the Soviet Union announced the fall of Berlin and the German city of Lübeck was freed by the British Army. So many things happened in those days that no one had probably noticed their family had gone missing. She had no idea on how things would have occurred if they had not been in the way of that animal.

So much had slipped through her fingers. So many memories had nearly been erased. She felt complete at the moment, like she knew who she was again and it made her happy. This person she had become to protect her mind had been nothing but an empty shell. There were three different sides inside of her mind, competing for dominance. The first was her original self, the human being she had been before this had all occurred. The second was her animalistic side, the one that wanted to just destroy every living creature. Then finally there was the third, this was the person she had become in order to keep her mind safe. The empty shell and her animalistic personality were loosing to her true self.

She turned to face him again as he spoke, she assumed that he had been waiting for her to go with him. From what he was saying it was as if he was afraid of going back to the place that they had called home so many years ago. Grimacing, she had continued to listen, not wanting to interrupt him as he answered her other question. So, I’ve been a murderer for nearly a century, she took in all of the information he was giving her. He had been tracking her through the media, using the human kills her packs had been making throughout the years. Not that she really recalled any of the ‘murders’ or as they had seen it at the time ‘hunts’.

Bricia returned her attention to her brother as he began to speak once more, he did not appear too happy. Maybe he had gotten bad news? Or maybe he just did not want to do anything for the day? Their rest was going to be disturbed? By this person that was obviously not human by the way he was referring to him, but he was going to bring a human with him. The girl raised one of her eyebrows as he stated what his ‘friend’ had asked of him. She looked down at her plate and felt nauseated by it and shoved it away. She could feel her stomach churn, then immediately closed her eyes as she tired to settle her stomach. “You should be nicer to him then, if he was nice enough to help us,” she said, trying to ignore the nausea.

The boy sounded fairly amused with his food, and she could hardly hide the fact that she was near the point of vomiting. He was right; the food had been good while she had been able to eat. Pushing all of her queasiness away she responded with a smile, “Yeah, they’re pretty good today.” Talking made most of the disgusted feeling to go away, for now at least.

Standing from her chair she went to sit next to him, if they were going to have company they could sit as far away from her as they possibly could. She disliked being around people she did not know and he knew that. Yes, she did have manners and all, but she still did not trust people. Considering Vampires, Lycans, and Humans had been hunting her not so long ago it was understandable. There had been many people that attempted to kill her; some nearly did manage their goal. She then asked quietly, “Marcos…do you think they’ll bring hunters? I don’t want to be here if they do.”

She was frightened, and who could blame her? The nausea had left her thoughts for the time being, she was more concerned on whether she might become hunted again. Bricia tugged on the sleeves of her jacket nervously as she stared down at her hands. Fact was that she was horrified of either of them being in harm’s way. “I just don’t want us to get hurt.”




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I am: Lycan.
Feeling: Fearful.
Thoughts: I don't like the idea of Hunters..
Location: The Restaurant.
Outfit

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It had been a long decade as far as Issac was concerned and there was still so much to be done before the beginning of 2010. It was the eighteenth of December today, he knew this mostly because of the fact that he had trained his mind to keep up with the months back from when he was still human. Right now he had come back to the place he was living at, a small house all to himself in the Lycan side of rainy Seattle. He gripped the side of the wall, carefully; he was not sure how much pressure to exude even after so long. Above all, Issac had always been a military man and in wars he had no need to hide his strength unless it was to keep up appearances so that the humans he was with did not become frightened.

Now, he was doing about the same thing he had been doing back then after the wars ended, he was hunting for those that were cursed to walk the earth forever. Over the centuries Issac had become a renowned Vampire hunter, he was known for his ‘no bull’ way of approaching things. His fame as a hunter brought about him being hired by some of the Lycans and soon after having proven his abilities to the leaders of the Lycan forces. Honestly, he could care less about whom it was that hired him as long as he got to kill those wretched beings that transformed him into this demon that he was now.

Issac shifted his weight and gracefully made his way to his room. He needed to change; he was dressed accordingly to go on a hunt. Black was his favorite color to use during these hunts, the dust and blood stains would not show and humans would have no reason to be concerned. The nearly two thousand year old vampire was finally on a break from all those hunts he had been doing the past week. In just seven days he had killing close to two hundred rogue vampires and their sires.

If there was one thing he was good at, it was killing. In his day he was one of the best men in the Roman Army, he had been a lower class soldier under the order of a seasoned general. He met someone known as Arturus, the person that most people had come to know as ‘King Arthur’. Arturus was one of his close friends back in those times, and he was one of the few people that did not shun him away when he discovered that he was an un-aging being. He and Arturus had grown up together and had become nearly like siblings, so it was only natural that he would follow him in his pursuits.

The young Roman Legionary was turned in the year 528 AD after his village had been in the midst of a vampire war. His life was stopped at the age of twenty-four, he was forced to watch his family all grow old and die of age while he remained unchanged. It took him years to come to terms with having to outlive everyone around him; eventually he outlived his older brother figure as well.

It was a battle to end the invasion of the Saxons, and the man that Issac admired so much was mortally wounded. The man people this day and age knew as King Arthur was dead, but not without telling him the truth of what he was. On his death bed the king told him that he was a Vampire, cursed to walk the earth for eternity. This made the young man go into the Vampire stage of ‘berserk’. He was broken, those dreams and ideals that had been instilled upon him were no more. The curse of the Vampire was the worst possible thing that could have ever happened to him, he was searching for a way to die. To die like an honorable knight would, like all of his comrades had. That was all he wanted and he was denied this dream, denied his only wish. The man had been beside himself with rage and killed the invaders without faltering, without anymore loses to the side of his dead king. This ended the invasion and began rumors of a magical being helping Arturus known as ‘Merlin’.

Issac sighed; removing the clothes he was currently wearing to change into something that the public would not find a bit too extreme. He pulled out a random ensemble of clothing that he thought would match and he had seen other human males wearing. A pair of faded blue jeans were pulled over his legs then promptly zipped up, along with a fitted long-sleeve gray cotton shirt, some black shoes, and finally a black jacket. The male did not even bother to look in the mirror; he figured that he looked alright when people walked past him without having to do a double take.

Walking outside, with the snow crunching beneath his feet he quickly came to realize he was bored out of his mind. Now, what was he to do when he had already seen most of the world and he had no real friends to be with? The next best thing was to go and harass some new hunters he had come into contact with. He entertained himself in teasing Gabriel, but he normally would stop before he went too far.

Their scent was easy to catch in the cold winter air and he made his way to the area they were in and arrived fairly at the school building fairly quickly. They had cornered a pair of Vampires from what he could tell from what was currently occurring, it was an older Vampire, a young one, and then there was another. He watched carefully taking in what the young hunters were doing, he could not help but to frown when he noticed the mistakes they made. They were young but that did not mean that they had the right to make so many mistakes. Issac knew that Aubrey must have gotten close to the older vampire and he had no hope for her becoming the killer that she needed to be. On the other hand, her partner, Gabriel, had possibilities in becoming a good hunter. He had to admit they both lacked some of the unemotional characteristics needed, but overall they did what they had to.

When Aubrey left after having excused himself, the dark blonde male made his way behind the young man known as Gabriel. “You know you should learn how to aim those horrible things you call ‘guns’ better,” he cleared his throat and moved around to his side so that he would not behind him. Issac comfortably stood next to him, shifting his weight so that he took on a more human stance. Then he brought a hand to his shoulder, patted him gently so as not to hurt him, “I’m sure your partner will be fine but right now we should be thinking about moving away from this scene. Some of the students might have seen something and you don’t want to get involved with the law, now would you?”

Issac forced the young hunter to follow him incase someone might have seen something. He was fairly secretive with what he did and was mostly disinterested in what happened around him. The young male could honestly care less if the world came crashing down around him so as long as he died in the process. His wish to die an honorable death was the only reason he took on the most insane missions and he would take nothing less than that. “Any reason why you didn’t just go after them? They seemed like a weak pair of Vampires, my guess is you could have killed them without any real fight,” he brought them to a halt a few blocks away from the school where he figured they would be fine.




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I am: Vampire.
Feeling: Nothing.
Thoughts: Why don't kids ever learn?
Location: A few blocks away from the school.
Clothing

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Issac knew that the hunter hated the very sight of him, this pleased him greatly. It was entertaining as far as he was concerned; this is how he passed his time. The reason he was so interested in this pair was just because of the fact that they had future at what they did. If only they were more coordinated or if they could at least get their emotions under control, and loose all feelings when it came to these monsters.

Yes, he was one of them, but unlike the rest of those demons he had never gotten over the fact that he would not be able to die. Issac disliked himself much more than Gabriel ever could, but he had to bear with it. Bear with the fact that he was an unholy demon cursed to walk the earth for eternity and then when he finally died he would be sent to hell for the sin of having become this…thing. At one point in his actual life he remembered being told of demons that feasted on human blood to survive. Unlike the rest of monsters he did not have to hunt for his meals, the Lycan council provided for him.

“You assume too much, Gabriel,” he stated simply, with his heavy British accent, in that detached tone of his. Not many people got to know him well, and this young hunter was no exception. The last person he had gotten attached to was a solider that he had shared the story of his curse with. By now Issac believe that the young man was either dead or an old man near death. He missed having normal interactions with the people around him, he was alone and it was one of his biggest fears. Being alone for so long was some of the reason he had become unapproachable for the most part.

“They’re minor prey to me. If you don’t recall, I am not like the rest of the hunters. The human was apparently gifted from what I understood. Super hearing comes in useful every once in a while,” he paused for a moment. “Do you want to finish the job,” he asked in a quiet voice, “You might hate me because of what I am, but I can track them a lot easier than you. I could be of some assistance.”

Purging the world of these demons was his goal after what they had made him become, he could care less of what their reasons were. These things had no reason to exist. Issac would have committed suicide would it have not been for the fact that his religion did not permit these kinds of actions. People who find things like me interesting are disgusting. Utterly, sick and twisted.




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Feeling:
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Location: A few blocks away from the school.
Clothing

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Marcos sat there and watched her as he told her all that he knew and she seemed to space for a moment. Then she began crying which slightly worried him because she was in the middle of a restaurant which made him think she may lose control and that would be the end of coming here. He really liked this place, he knew the risk when he took her out today but he kept on speaking. His voice seemed to pull her out of the daze she wiped her tears away and watched him closely this made his unease go away some what.

Marcos was a little annoyed that she wanted him to treat Thaddeus better but he never really treated him badly to begin with. He had been raised better than that by his parents after all, but he was happy when she agreed with him saying that the food was good. He loved the food at this place after all it was one of the few places in town that would sell him a whole cow per person. Marcos sat there and yawned a little bit. Then he got another text from Thaddeus and opened his phone to check it. He read it to himself and even though it reassured that no hunters were coming he still got a strangely bad feeling about it.

Suddenly his sister got up form her booth and walked over and slide in next to him very close to his. He was slightly surprised but he lifted an arm around and held her to him. Then she said something that was not all that shocking, she looked some what scared when she said it. She then asked if they were being followed by hunters and exclaimed that she did not want to be here if they were. Marcos held her head to his shoulder and pet her gently, reassuringly.

"No, he assured me that no hunters were following him." Then he leaned in and kissed her cheek reassuringly. Then she said she did no want them to get hurt and he smiled while he spoke, "I know and I have worked very hard to make sure that won’t happen. I will protect you as long as I have breath, Bri" He hugged her tightly and rubbed her shoulder.

All of a sudden the very distinct smell of liquid silver hit Marcos's nose. This in itself meant only one thing a vampire hunter was some where near by. Marcos always wondered why they carried such a beacon on them it was like wearing a sign saying "I am a Hunter kill me" but he did not mind much if any at all it is like telling him whom they are. Also the smell was not inside the restaurant. It smelled like it was on the street so he wondered if they were here for him or just there being scouts or something. Then it hit him his sister was with him and this made his senses kick into high gear his eyes turned gold and he was looking around like a wolf stalking its prey.

A young girl pushed into the restaurant and he knew immediately that the scent was from her and then the all to familiar smell of death hit his nose as well as gun powder. He assumed she had fired or been near someone who fired a gun recently within the last hour at least. But the one thing he noticed was she was in her own little world there was no way she was here for him or her she was obviously not on a hunt. Marcos's demeanor went back to a calm one and his eyes turned normal then he nuzzled his sister reassuringly because he knew she could tell his change of mood a moment ago.

He smiled at her and whispered, "Well, I am pretty sure nothing will happen here. Hunters don't hunt during the day most of the time. Not to mention this place is very populated they wouldn't want to risk panic. So we are very safe, Bri." He leaned over and kissed her fore head. He was very calm now but he was watching her out of the corner of his eye not to mention he was using his Lycan hearing to focus as best he could on if she spoke because he noticed a phone in her hand.

Marcos began eating again because he really was still hungry he finally finished his steak and waved down the waiter and asked him for some ham. By this he meant like a Christmas ham that would normally feed a whole family. He nudged Bri and asked, "Do you want more?" He knew she had to considering all she had today was cereal and for people such as them that would never be enough to curb their hunger for long.

Once the waiter had taken Marcos's order he ran off at full speed to the kitchen and within a few minutes not long at all the same man ran out with a whole ham and smiled as he put it on the table. Marcos felt happy to see this. He loved honey ham it was his favorite meat of all. Once the ham was on the table Marcos dug in taking a knife and cutting a chunk of it and eating it. He loved ham and this distracted him for a moment but then he decided to sniff for Thaddeus and his group. He smelled for a moment then knew they were still a short distance away but he did not smell any fear from anyone in the area, which was good because he didn't feel like running anywhere around he just wanted to enjoy his day with his sister.

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I am: Lycan. I'm a Cheiwawa.
Feeling:
Thoughts:
Location: Giorgi's Meat Palace.

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[Roslyn Pryce]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ♦ Michael
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So, he was finally deemed useful by the young hunter? This made him smile in contrast to the younger man’s frustrated expression. He would never live it down and would rub it in his face whenever he was rude to him again. Which, he was sure would happen in the next few days, or maybe even later on in this day.

“Women are complicated,” he began when he noticed Gabriel’s change in demeanor. “Sometimes it’s better just to let whatever it is blow over, or help them cope with it,” he paused for a moment then continued, “I’ve been alive for nearly sixteen hundred years and I still have yet to meet someone who truly fully understands them. I think it’s due to the fact that they like making things so damn complicated.”

The dark blonde made an odd sound at how worried Gabriel appeared, it was not the kind of sound that he made when displeased. He was actually happy that he cared for his partner that was how a true warrior would be like. Issac shifted his weight again and then continued to listen to what he requested of him. Should he tell him? Probably. “I will repeat every word of it. Although, please, don’t kill the messenger; after all, that is all I am.”

He cleared his throat and began a perfect imitation of the Vampire’s voice, “I can only offer you this one time. You said you wished to have been adopted by someone like me right? Drop all your weapons and follow me. We vampires have our own rules, we haven’t killed an innocent human being for over five hundred years, only ones that do are rouges of both races and they are put to death. You are not this blood thirsty monster after innocent races like this. You showed me that today when we spoke in the bookstore.”

Issac readjusted himself again; he had a habit of shifting whenever he thought he was being too still. The reason he was able to recall it perfectly was due to the fact that even when he was alive it was important to memorize certain things, then in his years he was able to perfect this. “Or something similar. Your blasphemous weapon made it nearly impossible for me to make out what he said. Do you really have to resort to such choices? A true warrior does not use that type of modern weaponry, nor does an actual man. Only a coward would use a gun,” he said in his heavy British accent while looking to his left where cars were passing them by.

After shifting his weight once more and began walking after gesturing Gabriel to follow. Looking to the busy intersection once in a while he started to talk to himself mostly, “What the hell is wrong with these new generations. They make these modern things to make life easier when all they're doing is being lazy. I mean, sure, some of the stuff is useful. Whoever thought that making a car was an idiot, I mean look at these people. They're complaining ‘Oh, I’m so fat and I can’t loose weight’, get your asses off the flipping seats and start walking instead of driving. And who the hell thought that it was a good idea to put motors in bicycles people get killed thanks to those stupid things. Seriously. Oh, and they came up with those wretched things you call ‘guns’. Guns,” he scoffed, “nothing more than a p***y’s way of trying to kill a man. You could be a hundred yards away and kill a man without him even knowing. Why, in my day we had real men. None of these pansies that run around thinking that they’re so tough. Not to mention those flimsy things break so easily. I’ve gone through at least a thousand of them because the trigger broke.”





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I am: Vampire.
Feeling:
Thoughts:
Location: A few blocks away from the school.
Clothing

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[Roslyn Pryce]

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The man had not been completely oblivious to what his acquaintance was feeling, he could tell it in the change of his heart rate. He did not have any mind reading abilities or any of that other supernatural ‘crap’ as he liked to call it. But he did have the senses that allowed him to see the changes in someone’s body, there were certain things that he could tell just by the tone in a voice, someone’s eyes, heart rate, and a bunch of other little things.

Issac glanced beside him to the other male when he finally caught up, “My, my, my, trying to hurt my feelings with pointing out that I’m what I hate most in the world…Anyway, I still hate your choice of weapons and the way that all of this modernization has made these new generations so lazy.” It was not that disliked the people of these times; he just hated the type of lifestyle they led. From miles around he could smell the sickness and it made him want to crawl in a hole. “I’m sure if you had met me back when I was alive you’d be surprised at how efficient of a solider I was.”

“If you love her tell her,” he stated simply as he turned his attention back to the path they were walking on. Otherwise it’s going to turn into one of those things people call soap operas and it’s going to get all dramatic. Drama, yuck. I am too old to be hearing any of this, yet here I am think about it…why the hell am I thinking about it? Oh, yeah, I have nothing better to do and if I didn’t talk to these two I’d gone insane.

As the cars stopped passing by a girl made her way to the side that they were on from the opposite of the side of the street. He could tell she was going to end up tripping, being able to tell that she had some balance issues and moved a bit before she slammed into him. Of course, she did brush against his jacket but mostly slammed into Gabriel and fell back onto the floor. He was partially worried that Gabriel over there might pull out his gun out of instinct, lucky he did no such thing. The Vampire snorted as he saw her climbing back up to her feet, she was something like what his younger sister had been. “It’s alright, but you should make sure you’re not the one that’s hurt, kiddo.”

He listened to Gabriel intently and sighed as he began speaking, “The poor girl was probably so horrified by your looks that she could not look away. Like looking at a fat man on a treadmill you just can’t stop lookin’,” he shoved his hands promptly into the pockets of his black jacket. “She probably thought you were a frog that would turn into a prince….you actually have a type? I thought you hated everything. This includes yourself of course.”





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Feeling:
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Location: A few blocks away from the school.
Clothing

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Marcos sat there and watched her as he told her all that he knew and she seemed to space for a moment. Then she began crying which slightly worried him because she was in the middle of a restaurant which made him think she may lose control and that would be the end of coming here. He really liked this place, he knew the risk when he took her out today but he kept on speaking. His voice seemed to pull her out of the daze she wiped her tears away and watched him closely this made his unease go away some what.

Marcos was a little annoyed that she wanted him to treat Thaddeus better but he never really treated him badly to begin with. He had been raised better than that by his parents after all, but he was happy when she agreed with him saying that the food was good. He loved the food at this place after all it was one of the few places in town that would sell him a whole cow per person. Marcos sat there and yawned a little bit. Then he got another text from Thaddeus and opened his phone to check it. He read it to himself and even though it reassured that no hunters were coming he still got a strangely bad feeling about it.

Suddenly his sister got up form her booth and walked over and slide in next to him very close to his. He was slightly surprised but he lifted an arm around and held her to him. Then she said something that was not all that shocking, she looked some what scared when she said it. She then asked if they were being followed by hunters and exclaimed that she did not want to be here if they were. Marcos held her head to his shoulder and pet her gently, reassuringly.

"No, he assured me that no hunters were following him." Then he leaned in and kissed her cheek reassuringly. Then she said she did no want them to get hurt and he smiled while he spoke, "I know and I have worked very hard to make sure that won’t happen. I will protect you as long as I have breath, Bri" He hugged her tightly and rubbed her shoulder.

All of a sudden the very distinct smell of liquid silver hit Marcos's nose. This in itself meant only one thing a vampire hunter was some where near by. Marcos always wondered why they carried such a beacon on them it was like wearing a sign saying "I am a Hunter kill me" but he did not mind much if any at all it is like telling him whom they are. Also the smell was not inside the restaurant. It smelled like it was on the street so he wondered if they were here for him or just there being scouts or something. Then it hit him his sister was with him and this made his senses kick into high gear his eyes turned gold and he was looking around like a wolf stalking its prey.

A young girl pushed into the restaurant and he knew immediately that the scent was from her and then the all to familiar smell of death hit his nose as well as gun powder. He assumed she had fired or been near someone who fired a gun recently within the last hour at least. But the one thing he noticed was she was in her own little world there was no way she was here for him or her she was obviously not on a hunt. Marcos's demeanor went back to a calm one and his eyes turned normal then he nuzzled his sister reassuringly because he knew she could tell his change of mood a moment ago.

He smiled at her and whispered, "Well, I am pretty sure nothing will happen here. Hunters don't hunt during the day most of the time. Not to mention this place is very populated they wouldn't want to risk panic. So we are very safe, Bri." He leaned over and kissed her fore head. He was very calm now but he was watching her out of the corner of his eye not to mention he was using his Lycan hearing to focus as best he could on if she spoke because he noticed a phone in her hand.

Marcos began eating again because he really was still hungry he finally finished his steak and waved down the waiter and asked him for some ham. By this he meant like a Christmas ham that would normally feed a whole family. He nudged Bri and asked, "Do you want more?" He knew she had to considering all she had today was cereal and for people such as them that would never be enough to curb their hunger for long.

Once the waiter had taken Marcos's order he ran off at full speed to the kitchen and within a few minutes not long at all the same man ran out with a whole ham and smiled as he put it on the table. Marcos felt happy to see this. He loved honey ham it was his favorite meat of all. Once the ham was on the table Marcos dug in taking a knife and cutting a chunk of it and eating it. He loved ham and this distracted him for a moment but then he decided to sniff for Thaddeus and his group. He smelled for a moment then knew they were still a short distance away but he did not smell any fear from anyone in the area, which was good because he didn't feel like running anywhere around he just wanted to enjoy his day with his sister.

Marcos glanced up slightly to notice another young woman going over to the hunter. He sniffed the air and the sent he got from her was neutral as if she was just a normal person. Marcos figured it was just a random person the hunter girl looked young maybe her cover was going to school if that was the case then this girl might know her from there. As he was thinking that the blond girl said something to that effect. Marcos listened closely while he finished off his ham. He had begun softly petting his sister's head mostly unconsciously as he listened. He didn't hear anything important it seemed she really wasn't there hunting or doing anything more then ranting to herself before the other girl came over. Marcos yawned taking in some air and blinked he smelled a truly old sent almost like dust itself old. This was uncommon even more so in a town like this one but he new immediately it was a vampire though which even for this part of town was very weird. You almost never seen an old vampire walking around like a normal person its almost unheard of. Marcos just sat there and thought,"Man today some how seemed like it is going to be very long. I wish I had gotten some sleep before." Marcos closed his eyes and leaned his head softly onto Bri's. Marcos was extremely tired. He had been away for nearly twenty hours now and even for a Lycan this was pushing him to his limits of endurance after that long fight the night before and his marathon walk. All of the events that had happened recently were hitting him fairly hard now that he got done eating.

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I am: Lycan. I'm a sleepy worlfy.
Feeling: Extremely tired.
Thoughts: I want a nap. And to be away from that hunter.
Location: Giorgi's Meat Palace.

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Marcos sat there and watched her as he told her all that he knew and she seemed to space for a moment. Then she began crying which slightly worried him because she was in the middle of a restaurant which made him think she may lose control and that would be the end of coming here. He really liked this place, he knew the risk when he took her out today but he kept on speaking. His voice seemed to pull her out of the daze she wiped her tears away and watched him closely this made his unease go away some what.

Marcos was a little annoyed that she wanted him to treat Thaddeus better but he never really treated him badly to begin with. He had been raised better than that by his parents after all, but he was happy when she agreed with him saying that the food was good. He loved the food at this place after all it was one of the few places in town that would sell him a whole cow per person. Marcos sat there and yawned a little bit. Then he got another text from Thaddeus and opened his phone to check it. He read it to himself and even though it reassured that no hunters were coming he still got a strangely bad feeling about it.

Suddenly his sister got up form her booth and walked over and slide in next to him very close to his. He was slightly surprised but he lifted an arm around and held her to him. Then she said something that was not all that shocking, she looked some what scared when she said it. She then asked if they were being followed by hunters and exclaimed that she did not want to be here if they were. Marcos held her head to his shoulder and pet her gently, reassuringly.

"No, he assured me that no hunters were following him." Then he leaned in and kissed her cheek reassuringly. Then she said she did no want them to get hurt and he smiled while he spoke, "I know and I have worked very hard to make sure that won’t happen. I will protect you as long as I have breath, Bri" He hugged her tightly and rubbed her shoulder.

All of a sudden the very distinct smell of liquid silver hit Marcos's nose. This in itself meant only one thing a vampire hunter was some where near by. Marcos always wondered why they carried such a beacon on them it was like wearing a sign saying "I am a Hunter kill me" but he did not mind much if any at all it is like telling him whom they are. Also the smell was not inside the restaurant. It smelled like it was on the street so he wondered if they were here for him or just there being scouts or something. Then it hit him his sister was with him and this made his senses kick into high gear his eyes turned gold and he was looking around like a wolf stalking its prey.

A young girl pushed into the restaurant and he knew immediately that the scent was from her and then the all to familiar smell of death hit his nose as well as gun powder. He assumed she had fired or been near someone who fired a gun recently within the last hour at least. But the one thing he noticed was she was in her own little world there was no way she was here for him or her she was obviously not on a hunt. Marcos's demeanor went back to a calm one and his eyes turned normal then he nuzzled his sister reassuringly because he knew she could tell his change of mood a moment ago.

He smiled at her and whispered, "Well, I am pretty sure nothing will happen here. Hunters don't hunt during the day most of the time. Not to mention this place is very populated they wouldn't want to risk panic. So we are very safe, Bri." He leaned over and kissed her fore head. He was very calm now but he was watching her out of the corner of his eye not to mention he was using his Lycan hearing to focus as best he could on if she spoke because he noticed a phone in her hand.

Marcos began eating again because he really was still hungry he finally finished his steak and waved down the waiter and asked him for some ham. By this he meant like a Christmas ham that would normally feed a whole family. He nudged Bri and asked, "Do you want more?" He knew she had to considering all she had today was cereal and for people such as them that would never be enough to curb their hunger for long.

Once the waiter had taken Marcos's order he ran off at full speed to the kitchen and within a few minutes not long at all the same man ran out with a whole ham and smiled as he put it on the table. Marcos felt happy to see this. He loved honey ham it was his favorite meat of all. Once the ham was on the table Marcos dug in taking a knife and cutting a chunk of it and eating it. He loved ham and this distracted him for a moment but then he decided to sniff for Thaddeus and his group. He smelled for a moment then knew they were still a short distance away but he did not smell any fear from anyone in the area, which was good because he didn't feel like running anywhere around he just wanted to enjoy his day with his sister.

Marcos glanced up slightly to notice another young woman going over to the hunter. He sniffed the air and the sent he got from her was neutral as if she was just a normal person. Marcos figured it was just a random person the hunter girl looked young maybe her cover was going to school if that was the case then this girl might know her from there. As he was thinking that the blond girl said something to that effect. Marcos listened closely while he finished off his ham. He had begun softly petting his sister's head mostly unconsciously as he listened. He did not hear anything important it seemed she really was not there hunting or doing anything more then ranting to herself before the other girl came over.

He yawned taking in some air and blinked he smelled a truly old scent almost like dust itself old. This was uncommon even more so in a town like this one but he knew immediately it was a vampire though which even for this part of town was very weird. You almost never saw an old vampire walking around like a normal person it was almost unheard of. Marcos just sat there and thought, Man today some how seemed like it is going to be very long. I wish I had gotten some sleep before. Marcos closed his eyes and leaned his head softly onto Bri's. It was apparent that he was extremely tired. He had been away for nearly twenty hours now and even for a Lycan this was pushing him to his limits of endurance after that long fight the night before and his marathon walk. All of the events that had happened recently were hitting him fairly hard now that he got done eating.

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I am: Lycan. I'm a sleepy wolfy.
Feeling: Extremely tired.
Thoughts: I want a nap. And to be away from that hunter.
Location: Giorgi's Meat Palace.

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[Kyrus Highgrave]

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Marcos sat there and watched her as he told her all that he knew and she seemed to space for a moment. Then she began crying which slightly worried him because she was in the middle of a restaurant which made him think she may lose control and that would be the end of coming here. He really liked this place, he knew the risk when he took her out today but he kept on speaking. His voice seemed to pull her out of the daze she wiped her tears away and watched him closely this made his unease go away some what.

Marcos was a little annoyed that she wanted him to treat Thaddeus better but he never really treated him badly to begin with. He had been raised better than that by his parents after all, but he was happy when she agreed with him saying that the food was good. He loved the food at this place after all it was one of the few places in town that would sell him a whole cow per person. Marcos sat there and yawned a little bit. Then he got another text from Thaddeus and opened his phone to check it. He read it to himself and even though it reassured that no hunters were coming he still got a strangely bad feeling about it.

Suddenly his sister got up form her booth and walked over and slide in next to him very close to his. He was slightly surprised but he lifted an arm around and held her to him. Then she said something that was not all that shocking, she looked some what scared when she said it. She then asked if they were being followed by hunters and exclaimed that she did not want to be here if they were. Marcos held her head to his shoulder and pet her gently, reassuringly.

"No, he assured me that no hunters were following him." Then he leaned in and kissed her cheek reassuringly. Then she said she did no want them to get hurt and he smiled while he spoke, "I know and I have worked very hard to make sure that won’t happen. I will protect you as long as I have breath, Bri" He hugged her tightly and rubbed her shoulder.

All of a sudden the very distinct smell of liquid silver hit Marcos's nose. This in itself meant only one thing a vampire hunter was some where near by. Marcos always wondered why they carried such a beacon on them it was like wearing a sign saying "I am a Hunter kill me" but he did not mind much if any at all it is like telling him whom they are. Also the smell was not inside the restaurant. It smelled like it was on the street so he wondered if they were here for him or just there being scouts or something. Then it hit him his sister was with him and this made his senses kick into high gear his eyes turned gold and he was looking around like a wolf stalking its prey.

A young girl pushed into the restaurant and he knew immediately that the scent was from her and then the all to familiar smell of death hit his nose as well as gun powder. He assumed she had fired or been near someone who fired a gun recently within the last hour at least. But the one thing he noticed was she was in her own little world there was no way she was here for him or her she was obviously not on a hunt. Marcos's demeanor went back to a calm one and his eyes turned normal then he nuzzled his sister reassuringly because he knew she could tell his change of mood a moment ago.

He smiled at her and whispered, "Well, I am pretty sure nothing will happen here. Hunters don't hunt during the day most of the time. Not to mention this place is very populated they wouldn't want to risk panic. So we are very safe, Bri." He leaned over and kissed her fore head. He was very calm now but he was watching her out of the corner of his eye not to mention he was using his Lycan hearing to focus as best he could on if she spoke because he noticed a phone in her hand.

Marcos began eating again because he really was still hungry he finally finished his steak and waved down the waiter and asked him for some ham. By this he meant like a Christmas ham that would normally feed a whole family. He nudged Bri and asked, "Do you want more?" He knew she had to considering all she had today was cereal and for people such as them that would never be enough to curb their hunger for long.

Once the waiter had taken Marcos's order he ran off at full speed to the kitchen and within a few minutes not long at all the same man ran out with a whole ham and smiled as he put it on the table. Marcos felt happy to see this. He loved honey ham it was his favorite meat of all. Once the ham was on the table Marcos dug in taking a knife and cutting a chunk of it and eating it. He loved ham and this distracted him for a moment but then he decided to sniff for Thaddeus and his group. He smelled for a moment then knew they were still a short distance away but he did not smell any fear from anyone in the area, which was good because he didn't feel like running anywhere around he just wanted to enjoy his day with his sister.

Marcos glanced up slightly to notice another young woman going over to the hunter. He sniffed the air and the sent he got from her was neutral as if she was just a normal person. Marcos figured it was just a random person the hunter girl looked young maybe her cover was going to school if that was the case then this girl might know her from there. As he was thinking that the blond girl said something to that effect. Marcos listened closely while he finished off his ham. He had begun softly petting his sister's head mostly unconsciously as he listened. He did not hear anything important it seemed she really was not there hunting or doing anything more then ranting to herself before the other girl came over.

He yawned taking in some air and blinked he smelled a truly old scent almost like dust itself old. This was uncommon even more so in a town like this one but he knew immediately it was a vampire though which even for this part of town was very weird. You almost never saw an old vampire walking around like a normal person it was almost unheard of. Marcos just sat there and thought, Man today some how seemed like it is going to be very long. I wish I had gotten some sleep before. Marcos closed his eyes and leaned his head softly onto Bri's. It was apparent that he was extremely tired. He had been away for nearly twenty hours now and even for a Lycan this was pushing him to his limits of endurance after that long fight the night before and his marathon walk. All of the events that had happened recently were hitting him fairly hard now that he got done eating.

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I am: Lycan. I'm a sleepy wolfy.
Feeling: Extremely tired.
Thoughts: I want a nap. And to be away from that hunter.
Location: Giorgi's Meat Palace.

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