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Echo jumped out from behind a dumpster, pulling out her 9mm. "Don't move." she warned, in a nasty tone of voice. The man slowly turned around and looked at her comically.

"Oh really, lady? What're you going to do? Shoo-" He stopped talking abruptly as she fired a shot, which grazed the top of his head.

"Yes, as a matter of fact. Now shut your ******** mouth, and listen to me, or I'll blow it off." She smirked as her words echoed in the alleyway.

"What'd I do-?" he began to ask her, and he again cut himself off at the sound of another gunshot.

"You have been stalking me. And, rather obviously, I might add. You think I didn't notice you staring at me when I was out walking about the city? Do you honestly think I am that stupid?" she asked, her anger reaching the boiling point once again.

"N-No, I do-don't." he stuttered. He cowered before her, looking as if he was ready to beg for his life. "Please h-have mercy.. I have-have a family!"

"Liar." Echo simpered. "You're alone, you've picked up some slut off of the street every night for the past month." The man stared at her, starting to panic before he answered.

"How-how-"

"Did I know? I've been leading you along, making you think that I was some pathetic excuse of a human." she spat. "And, I've been watching you. For a long time now." She felt her fangs come into place, and her eyes turned a glowing red. The man started shaking and sweating as he saw this.

"Y-You-You're tha-that vampire people h-have been ta-talking about.. aren't y-you?" he started to choke as hot tears started swelling from his eyes. He was clearly terrified.

"Vampire? There's a rumor about me, is there?" she grinned, finding satisfaction in these words. "That very one." She looked to him, finding great enjoyment in his suffering. "I will not spare you. You will die. And would you like to know why?" After a few moments of his sobs it became clear that he was unable in answering her. "Because I don't like assholes like you wandering the streets taking advantage of kids." she spat angrily. She smiled derangedly and shot him, emptying the rest of the sixteen-clip that was in her 9mm. After death consumed him, she walked up to him and looked into his tear-streaked face. He was so vulnerable, just like you are, Jaden. She thought, hating herself. She kicked the corpse repeatedly, in a rage, as tears spilled down her cheeks. "I hate you! I HATE YOU!" she screamed over and over. She started breathing heavily and wiped the tears from her eyes and face.Slamming herself against the wall, she collapsed from exhaustion.

Echo looked up and nodded at Jax. "Fine.." her voice trailed off and she stared over at the body a few feet in front of her. Blood was everywhere, and all over her as well. "What are you doing here.." she asked, looking rather spaced-out.

"I didn't eat him." she said quietly. "I don't know.. Probably wander around the city.." she answered airily. "Does it really matter what I'm going to do?" Staring at the cloud-shrewn sky, Echo made an attempt at standing. She failed miserably, and landed with a thud against the building wall.

"I feel sick-like." Echo responded. She looked at his hand grudgingly, not often taking help. After a few moments, she took it and got steadily to her feet. She swayed but remained standing. "Thankyou, Jax." she whispered.

"I don't need to feed, I just need to.. relax.." she stopped as her knees threatened to give out. "I've been really stressed and alone lately.." her voice went out and she looked down at the ground.

[-[I'm really sorry, I've got to go to bed. Gah! I might be on later, though, if not, catch you later!]-]

The car arrives back at the dojo. Haruko and Mike carry the two injured women into the place, while Master Zhen guides the conscious, but still dazed, xiu mei into the Dojo. After this the seals that cept unnatural adversaries, as well asthe heavy security doors were closed and locked form inside, so that the clan could safely survey the damage. "The hand is lost" master Zhen says to the other two. Xiu Mei was sleeping and, after being diagnosed with concussion and left to sleep off her unsconsciousness, Akame was in a bed also. "The flesh is too damaged, nerves have been severed. No hospital in the world could save this hand, and a mirical worker would be hard pressed... I believe we must call in a favor" Mike nods, he knows exactly what the old man means, "I will contact them, then. Are we going to take her to a hospital for the amp-" master Zhen cuts him off, "No, Haruko will remove the hand." and he looks at the demon, who in turn looks at the blades on his wrists. He slowly nods, and places them either side of the wrist of the ruined hand. They swing full circle and neatly sever and quaterise the wound. Master Zhen's hand on the woman's forehead stops her from waking up, as he mutters a sleep spell.

The vampire walked down a rather empty street, his hands resting comfortably in his leather jaket pockets. His blue hair lay damp apon his head, somewhat blocking his vision. The rain felt good against his pale skin. He loved the rain. He didn't know why, but it always seemed refreshing somehow.

Daragio took a turn into a large appartment complex and began walking up the stairs. When he was at the seventh story, he exited the staircase. He walked down a hallway unti lhe reached a room that had the number 7D. Pulling a key out of his jacket pocket, he opened the door and wealked inside, closing the door behind him.

It was rather large. It was a double room, but he didn't really think he was going to get a room mate. Letting himself fall on a black, leather couch, the vampire looked outside his window, a great view of Central Park. He sighed softly as he looked arounded his appartment.