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As I reached the apartment complex, I could see a shade, something falling out a window. I hesitated for a second, before racing inside the building and to the elevator.
Luckily, it didn't take very long, and soon I was walking towards an open door. On the other side, three figures were visible; the vampire girl was by the balcony, and Deon was standing by Lukas, who was crouched over...was it another body?
With a small gasp, I entered and approached him, kneeling to observe the girl. She was dead, alright. With a sigh, I took off my bag a small pouch - white sand mixed with powdered rose and lavender petals -, which I poured over the body in a starlike pattern, whispering a small litany. As I finished it, the powder glowed and disappeared. The girl's soul at peace, I turned to Lukas. "Any idea of what happened to her?"

[[I give up... I'm pulling my character. I can't follow the rp and my character is so far off it's not funny. I'll delete my posts if you want, but I won't post anymore. Thanx a bunch for understanding(even if you don't confused ),
Goth

Wipping around, Nova's black coat shimmered in the dim light as it stood on end. Something had been following her, but it wasn't what she had thought. The light was dim, but she made out every detail of the eight legs and human torso. Whatever it was, it wasn't natural. She saw it before it hit her, a razerpointed leg curving up beneath her low chest.

Pain raced through her chest as the point drove through her chest. She returned to human form, reaching her hand to her stomach to feel the gaping hole ripped through her. Pulling her fingers back, they dripped blood as her body gave out and she collapsed. Black engulfed her, and the tip was removed slowly as her form went limp and her heart stopped. She was dead, just another victim of the worst enemy.

[[Dun dun dun... My farewell to you all. Hope you have fun with Nova dyeing ^^]]

((Sorry I've been gone for so long, finals. No, I'm not dead. I'm just waiting for a good moment to come back in.))

"What the hell is going on?" I cried, looking about the apartment, confused beyond description. Deon had suddenly vanished and Mave was lost in her haunted past.
Unsure what to do, I ran out of the apartment and down the stairs and after Deon, but he was gone.
"What the hell?" I said again.

I made a mad dash down the stairs and leapt into the darkness, running blind me through the night. My priority at this point in time was to get whatever it was away from Deon before it killed him.
As I was running, an image flashed through my brain. One that I had paid no heed to before.
Nova, surrounded by an aura of death.
I charged toward the last place I had seen Nova. Well, in the general direction. I heard a scuffle in an alleyway as I ran by it, doubled back, and peered into the shadows.
A lifeless form lay on its back on the ground, light reflecting off of something wet on its stomach. I ran toward the body and my fears were confirmed - Nova Baker lay ********!" I cried out, feeling for a pulse. Needless to say, there wasn't. Blood decorated the ground like a liquid red carpet for a gruesome awards ceremony. There was no bringing her back, and I was the one to blame. I hadn't paid any attention to the veil of death, lingering around her.
I sobbed over the body, kneeling next to it, unsure of what I should do. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the alleyway. I was in a clearing, silver-white moonlight shimmering down like lace, brushing my face with its soft fingertips.
Figures emerged from all sides, but did not mind me. Of course they didn't; this was a vision, I wasn't a participator. I was a spectator. A feeling of dread was building in my gut.
As I looked down at the ground, I saw plaques, gleaming in the moonlight, with many various names and dates. We stood in a graveyard, and the feeling of dread increased tenfold. And even more so when I saw that one of the people that had emerged from the forest was carrying something lumpy and uneven - something that looked an awful lot like a body.
That same person set the body gently on the grass. I saw it moving against bindings that weren't there. I could not see them just because it was dark, but because they simply were not physical bindings. They were made of pure energy, magic.
I had a feeling I was about to witness something not very pretty.
Sure enough, an athamae was produced from one of the hooded figure's cloaks. With a grunt, the figure buried it in the body's heart. The body seized briefly, and then was still.
Soon, the grass was gleaming, and not just with the metal of the plaques. It was reminiscent of the present scene in the alleyway. The ground shook slightly, as if something alive was moving beneath it. But perhaps alive wasn't the correct word.
A scene from "Night of the Living Dead" - a decayed hand thrust up through the earth, pulling itself out all the way. A real live... well, dead zombie stood in the center of the hooded figures.
My assumption was right.
I was witnessing a ritual performed by the Lazarus coven at least a hundred years ago.

I came back to the present in a rush, gasping. I got up from the body, thinking of nothing other than seeing if Mave was alright.
After all, Deon could take care of himself.

Deon's voice sounded behind me, and I slid to a halt, turned on my heel, and ran back towards him, fist connected with his face.
"It's your fault!" I said through angry, grief-stricken sobs. "If you weren't so <******** goddamned Mr. Macho, this wouldn't've happened! Nova would still be alive, and maybe we would all be lucky and you'd be the dead one!" I turned back around and began running back to the apartment, and Mave.