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" all of you, Gerard." though her expression never changed something seemed to draw tight in her, something dark and slumberus stirring as black magic raced from where his hands touched her to the base of his spine. " I will heal you, return to you the ambition and joy you found in your work.. and in return, you will help me remember to do the same." her heart was stone.. her blood ice.. so steeped in the dark arts she couldnt even remember a time when she had felt things.. besides, of course, those rare times she interacted with her brother. tilting her chin up to study where Banshi had been, she ordered softly to Fury. " Pet, go insure the human Ash has not yet died.. she will be needed, so no killing."

Bowing low Fury allowed a smirk to settle in place, his tone obediant as he straitened. " i will not kill this one, M'Lady.. my appologies Master, for my actions against your cub." he bowed his head to Avarice, then was gone.

" We must learn, brother." It was a unfillable need, to learn and grow stronger still.. what was the use of power if it was not used? lifting a hand she placed it on his cheek, eyes blazing with savage joy as she directed a bolt of magic into the white wolf at his feet.. black fur raceing across her skin in irratic waves. the beast took a breath, sat up and studied them.. but appeared no more willful than the army their magic had made. " this magic we have is complex.. deadly to the weak.. and yet so much of it is unknown to others. fathers books explain it all.. i have added a few of my own to the collection, so that the younger of our line could learn the truth of Death magics.." as sudden as it had come she cut the magic off, leaveing just enough for the zombies and the wolf to remain animated.

A surge of rage filled Riley as she felt her connection to Fury snap, her eyes glowing as she shattered the stone next to her. How dare he go free.. who would dare to take her pet from her?! a voice distracted her and she smiled viciously.. turning towards the trio with deadly intent. they took a pet from her.. now she would make a worse one. leaveing her brother to direct the undead, she landed in the center of them with easy stealth.

Two were valuble.. Dhampirs, which could easily be warped with death magic.. but the Murony was trouble. slaming a wave of power into the sisters she left them to drop, her hand catching the murony's throat and pinning her to the ground. it was only then that she saw her face.. and smiled in amusement. " Hello Jackie.."

Tickled at how calm her old friend was Riley shook her head and slaped a charm onto Bunny's wrist, her tone almost laughing as two ghouls lifted the Dhampirs.. carrying them back to the circle as she held Jackie pinned. " ah.. a job, but not the one i offered?" of the two, Riley was stronger physically.. and so long as the charm was on her, Jackie's magic was nullified as well. " I am sorry to hear it.. but i would prefer you be here to see this." slaming her fist into Bunny's jaw she knocked her out, dragging her into the clearing with the others. she was not a fool.. she knew she had only won this becaus Jackie hadnt expected a fight.. but why waste a oppertunity?

For the rest of the night the three were drained, the Dhampir sisters killed and their magicks mixed with that of the necromancers.. only Bunny was left alive, beaten and bled until she was too weak to fight back.

A young human girl, in about her twenties, ran in horror through the graveyard. Her brown curls tossing over her, and her white dress flatting her figure. Her rich almost yellow cat-like eyes filled with terror. Suddenly, infront of her, the creature she had been running from appeared from behind a tomb stone. Slice. Suddenly, all was still... A sliver blade stood between the two figures, reflecting the moonlight, as the dark blood of the young virgin poured down onto the cold ground. There were no last screams, no last attempts for a plea for her life to be spared... just a last gasp before her eyes rolled back into her head and her frail body collapsed to the ground.
Netvor grinned to himself, raising the blade and licking the blood off of it. How beautiful... Kneeling down beside the body, he ran his hands over her face and her figure, the body still warm. "Such lovely eyes, such beautiful tanned skin. Did you garden, my love?" Netvor gently raised one of her hands and kissed it, before biting a chunk of it off, bone and all. Blood spilled off his lips. "Such delicate hands...." He whispered after devouring what he had bitten, edges of razor sharp teeth showing against his black lips. Bending his head over hers, he whispered, as though speeking to her, "I shall very much enjoy devouring you, my lady... Yes, even more than I enjoyed the chase, and even more than the moment I first saw the blood drawn by my blade staining that beautiful white dress of yours." He smirked, and licking her opened dead eyes, which had rolled back into her head, continued to devour them whole.

Netvor had already eaten the eyes, and a portion of the young maiden's throat. His fingernail grew out into a longer claw, and cut a 'y' incision into the corpse, and pulling back the skin after ripping open the dress, revealed all the internal organs and the pure white rib cage bones which incased them. Netvor mumbled something under his breath, and with his hands, continued to snap a few of the ribs so he could more easily reach the right lung. Ripping it out, the force of it caused the young girl's head to fall over to one side, revealing half of the skin on her face having been eaten off, as well as both of her eyes, her lips, and her tongue. Holding the lung up, he licked some of the now lukewarm blood off of it, and continued to bite into it. He was aware someone else was in the graveyard... a male. However, at eating such a delicacy as a young virgin maiden, he did not quite care at the moment. Maybe he will be pleasant to eat for seconds... Or maybe, if he wishes to dine with me, he shall have to find his own meal. The lung was sweetly bitter to Netvor, who always believed the heart and liver were over-rated, being considered typically the favorite of other cannibals. He found them rather cliche.

Netvor stopped for a brief moment after eating the lung, sensing the fear from the malenear by. His hands covered in blood, Netvor sat up, looking in the boy's direction... Netvor's eyes had changed to match that of his victim, a golden brown. Although, this boy would not know that... he had only appeared after Netvor had killed the girl. Netvor did not feel like killing or eating anymore than he already had, he wanted to savor his current meal.... however, smelling the boy's fear was inticing. Leaning back over the body, Netvor realized because of the girl's petite size, the meat would soon lose it's wonderful taste, and would grow too bitter once the blood had gone cold. Quickly ripping out and eating the other lung, Netvor pulled out a needle and thread and stiched up the 'y' incision he had made in the female's body. While doing so, oh so carefully and with such percision in the dark night, he said in a very haunting voice, "Why hello, boy.... why so are you so fearful? In a graveyard, I would think one extra body would not bother you in the least." His voice was also mocking, making fun of the boy's fear.... like talking to a scared child.

(( Sorry it took so long, my house nearly burned down o_o ))