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*The specter had just completed the final incantation to his spell as he saw the vampire's own magic hurtling towards him. With a triumphant shriek, a burst of crackling red energy shot out from the ethreal creature's hand. It crashed head on into the banishment spell, forming a swirl of energy. Mentally taking hold of the energy ball, the specter flung it in the direction of the group. That would buy him enough time to go off and search for that cowardly keeper...*

(( the shaking of the head and 'tsk tsk' comes from my dad. If it were up to him I'd never cut my hair, I wouldn't wear make-up and I'd have the virgin hair tied up in a bun.

-cackle- it was because of that that I tried dying it blue the first time.. but boy did that backfire on me. It ended up turning orangy and I refused to come home until after dark and then dyed my hair the closest shade back to its original color during my sister's lunch the day after. Had it not been for my mother who noticed the change when she got back from her vacation, Dad would have been none the wiser. ))

((Mweheheheh. My parents have given up on trying to mold me years ago. I think I broke their will when I started wearing a black cloak to school everyday. 3nodding ))

Ah! No, he couldn't finish in time. As the ball of crimson made contact with the coat he had been ready to shield everyone with, the black article of clothing burst into flames. He'd successfully protected the group behind him.. Alas, at what cost? He was clutching the hand he'd used to hold the coat up with. His glove had been burnt away, and his hand was wounded with burns.

It hurt, alot.. But there was something which burned even more inside of him. Anger! It had been the first time, in a long time, that someone was able to put a scratch on him. Anger. Before the specter could get very far, he'd given chase.

Despite the wounded hand, his anger was able to push him far enough to be able to preform another set of hand seals, this time his hands bluring as usual.

An energy would flicker around his hands and feet. What was he up to? Fueling his fists and feet with chakra, a grand ammount at that, his hands would be turned into weapons, quite literally, blessed with spirtual power, no matter how dark that power may seem. "We're not done yet, b*****d!"

Midori would take in a deep breath. She didn't mind, infact she hurridly picked up the coat and wrapped it around herself. Why? Because it was cold as hell thats why! in her state of mind, she'd forgotten what state she was in, and how it would effect Bertram. "We can only hope the others will be okay while we hide out here."

((Bah. -kicks her crappy ISP for lagging and dieing on her.-))

Kourin makes it to a grave, the same one that made her realize that this was the place that she needed to be at. She sighs, and sits on the headstone, closing her eyes. She wanted to sleep desperatly, but she really couldn't because of today's events. Blood, or at least what looked like blood, began to trickle down her face, as she sits on the grave, drawing her knees to her chest.

"All I want to do is truly die..."

((And with that, I must go. Night.))

-If Mimi could smile, she would have. In responce to Taryn's words she offered the nearest thing to a purr; a rather soft rumble accompanied by the soft pressure added with her skull.

She then looked up to where Hakan had gone. Another rushing fool-headed idiot. Speaking of idiots, where was Midori? Shouldn't that brat be doing something to seal the spectre, like the children had been saying all along?

The soft pressure turned into a n**, where she tugged at Taryn's clothing with her jaws. Knowing Midori, she would've forgotten about it... After a couple of more tugs, she looked over to the mansion and back.

There was no point at staying at Sirus' side.. he was gone and there were other lives to save.-