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"Elder? Im just a curious passerby remember...one that can not grant you your wish. If you kill me then youre free to do or say whatever but I warn you."

Gabriel was within inches of the hunter face in only seconds and could feel the gun pressed against his chest through his shirt. His fangs were prominant now and angled at the hunters throat, instead of trying to rip his jugular out however he spoke in a venomous whisper to the hunter.

"My Master will come for you...he was there at the dawn of man and the birth of civilization. He will come with the fury of hell and I promise, everything you have worked for will be in vain."

Stepping back he looked at the hunter and then at Rogue. Behind his eyes a scene played out, something that had been given to him from his Master when he had partaken of his blood. It shows him setting in a chair here in New York his first night...a vampire coughing up blood from some infection contracted from a mysterious flood. It fastforwarded to first seeing Rogue in the streets but it had never went far enough to see her face just her back. This time he saw himself grabbing her shoulders and turning her around. For a brief moment he felt somewhat of what his Master felt...smiling he thought to himself, Damn you old one. No doubt security measure to make sure he didn't change his mind. It happened very quickly without much thought from his part, from a position of looking at Rogue he quickly turned with deadly claws bared and lunged at the hunter.

"I would never help you, even if there were a cure to this...condition. There is no cure."

Many vampires hated their lives enough to try and find something to cope or even become human again. She had never even heard of a true cure. She herself had tried in the 18th century bloodbath in the Tibetan mountains. They had tried and failed...

Rogue took a deep breath and felt her wounds fighting to heal as blood bent through her system. Who was Gabriel. He seemed familiar, yet she could not place him. She wondered what went on behind his eyes as he looked at her, then charged Kashkin.

As the shots fired, she moved quickly to avoid the blaze of bullets. She did not want to be hit again. She dodged to the right, and leapt off the side of the door to the stairwell down into the club, and used momentum to go quickly to the left.

Rogue bounded down the stairwell and reached out through her mind to the psychic guards at Las Noches.
Give me everything you have on the hunter, Kashkin.

She bounded down another flight of stairs at a quickening speed and went to an armory room, grabbing four guns, seven silver knives, and cases full of tranquilizer darts that could knock out a fully grown lycan for a few hours. To a normal human, it would knock them out for quite possibly a day.

All I wanted was a restful evening after that damn Meredith's temper tantrum. I should have ripped her throat out and bled her dry. She continued talking to herself while she exited the building through a window on the third floor, and climbed quickly to the roof to the back of where Kashkin would be.

Gabriel could feel his claws cutting through the kevlar beneath his clothes and then cutting to wounds into the flesh of the arm but failing to make to bone ending just short of the elbow. Stepping back he grinned wickedly at Kashkin as he licked the blood off his fingers. The hunter had barely saved his throat from being maimed but he was wounded now as well. His ears twitched hearing the sound of men coming up the stairs but hearing no heartbeats to go along with them, oh this was getting fun he thought.

"A cure, you are a interesting one. To think you can cure what is born of evil. You should have ran when I gave you the chance."

Picking out one of the flattened shells he threw it to the ground still ignoring the pain from the UV fluid. His stomach would be scarred for a time after this. He did not focus on her but in his peripheral he could see Rogue coming up behind the hunter. Fight or flight he thought...what will you do.

"You know it is common in Europe for hunters to be captured and turned. A vampire can be put through enormous amounts of pain without inflicting a fatal wound...like starving you for days or weeks until youre a ravenous monster and then putting you in a room with a loved one."

Gabriel came off as somewhat crazed now rather than what he had been before. His hair was in somewhat of an upheaval and he was hunched instead of straight, tall and proud. He looked like an animal in his current state, battle instinct. His master had taught him though that he had to never fully give in, he had to fight the beast that lived inside to an extent or else risk losing control. Risk exposure. He was conscious but in his vision the night had a red tinge and he could see the heat of Kashkin circulatory system. It was envigorating, the endorphins in his system giving him a certain high.

Kashkin gritted his teeth and somewhat stifled a yell. The claws shredded through the kevlar and into his flesh. He could feel them traveling through his skin, through his muscle, rending and cutting their way through. That would have surely killed him, but he blocked it... at the cost of his left arm now being useless.

He stumbled a step or two after the attack, but kicked off the ground and rolled backwards to gain some distance. As he stood up, he noticed out of periferal vision another shadow. It had appered out of nowhere, not even a sound being made. He didn't know anyone could be so inhumanly quiet, even for a vampire. The stealth of the figure was beyond that of a mere vampire, far exceeding almost anything he had encountered. No one was that quiet! Well....

His mind, now racing, saw three glints, and for a moment felt a twinge of worry.

This situation was barely saved, however, having been replaced by stupid luck. He began to crouch down, turning 12 degrees to the right after seeing the figure, when the knife found the very front middle of his foot instead of his heel. The force it was thrown at sent the blade straight through the top, protruding slightly at the bottom. Blood splattered a bit as it punctured, and Kashkin let out a mix of a growl and scream. The darts that flew at him did hit their mark, but not to the best of their ability. The first two hit the bat he had on his back, bouncing off of it and out of sight. The third one flew past his eyes, glinting mockingly in the moonlight. However, the fourth, unluckily enough, hit it's mark. It sank into a part of kevlar (in his fore-arm by his wrist) that was shredded by Gabriel, puntured it, and began seeping fluid into it.

Ignoring the pain on his foot, Kashkin whipped off his belt and wrapped it around his upper arm and bit it down before tieing it. He grabbed the Uzi again and pushed off the ground with his good foot, again groaning loudly in pain, but the adrenaline kept him going. He was cutting circulation off from his left arm, hopefully slowing down the tranquilizer enough for him to keep going a little longer. The spray of bullets flew out of the gun, flying right at Rogue, hoping that it would be enough to either stop her or at least force her back a bit. He landed on his good foot, dropped the gun, and pressed something behind his back. Backpeddaling while drawing his pistol sent his nervous system on overdrive, the pain from the knife still in his foot causing him an excrutiating amount of agony, while his arm was dripping blood the entire time. As his hand returned to the front of his body, his pistol, Gen, was aiming at the very quickly approaching Gabriel. He was looking more beastial now, primal instincts and power taking over.

The situation kept getting worse. However, it was soon to become a lot brighter if he had anything to do with it. He estimated that he had about a minute and fourty seconds of consciousness left, and he would be damned if he let himself go down without a fight.

The bullets smacked into Gabriel and his eyes met hers. Her eyes glowed emerald like fire in the darkness of the rooftop as she reached out with her mind as a reflex seeing his intentions to get her off the roof and to safety. She could fight, but she could also let him do what he felt was duty.

"Fine."

She turned and in one swift bound leapt off the roof landing in the alleyway below.
I want him alive. He will feel my displeasure at his appearance here, soon enough. The words she spoke were in the minds of her guards down in the club.

Rogue was in the alleyway as the explosions went off. Bits scattered to the ground of the roof, but UV burned her skin as it fell in waves, the bombs obviously to destroy the vampires he hated so much.

She coughed and ran under an awning by the club of another business. The club did not fall, but the roof was in flames. No doubt the people inside felt the club shake, but would assume it nothing more than the bass heavy music penetrating the place. She laughed slightly.
Call the fire departments, and the paper. Tell them the Las Noches celebration of fire has been set off, and that is the reason for the flames. And put out the fire please before it causes any real damage.

She had a feeling Gabriel was fine, but wondered if he knew about the explosions. He had gotten her off the roof just in time. She pondered these things as she went into the club to check on Alexz.