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The pack in the alley was nervous, Ordanni could smell it. Behind all the stress, angst, and human stink of the city their fear still sliced through it all like a knife. He leaned up against the wall, watching the fools pacing back and forth in rags. It befit their ambitions, simple warriors that would sacrifice themselves at the drop of a hat for whatever their leaders told them to die for. It was no wonder the vampires wanted the lycans wiped out, the vast majority were little more than a cancerous growth of mis-shapen zealotry and mange, draining the resources of the surrounding area quickly and stirring the human cattle to stampede.

If only he had been able to stay one of those cattle, he could simply ignore the whole pointless dispute. The vampires weren't much more when one really thought about it, just a different manifestation of parasite. Both were simply vessels for disease, just like rats in the days of Rome, worrisome, but they would burn themselves out quickly enough. History remembered those who made change, and he would go down in the books as a key assasin who helped bring down one threat or the other. The only question was which.

Ordanni pulled his suit straight, wanting to make certain that his image was distinct from theirs so the vampire contacts waiting in the shadows wouldn't mistakenly strike him before the others were dead. Both hands sank down into his pockets into two sets of odd wirework. The flesh on his hands rippled up around the frames, creating claws, lined with points of silver along the strips of non-living flesh. One tool of many, one simple way he advantaged himself over his common bretheren.

He advanced towards the nearest lycan who gave him a surly look and ambled up to him, attempting to make himself look big enough to pose a threat to Ordanni's massive musculature. "This is our territory lawyer, you gotta pay the fine to pass throug here."

The muscles under Ordanni's clothes moved and hardened slightly, sprouting fur and expanding. Just a few more seconds, let them move into position before the killing began. The other young lycans moved around the back, helpless to change without the moon's nurturing perversion as the encircled Ordanni.

The leader piped up again, "Hey, you listening? Give us the cash or we're gonna have to get ugly." One of the men behind Ordanni moved in, just close enough. Timing was the only issue now. "We'll peel ya real slow, get a knife up under your skin, start in the stomach and work down, peeling your ...."

The fool's speech was suddenly interrupted by a scream as Ordanni's arm dislocated itself in an unnatural act of reach and neatly slashed off the arm of the lycan behind him with his silver tipped claws. As the man staggered Ordanni's other arm whipped around and grabbed him bodily, pulling him off the ground and using his body as a club to beat the young lycans around him away from.

"Get on your feet! The b*****d's a bleeding vamp!" The leader said, scrabbling backwards along the ground.

"No, I'm worse." Ordanni's words came out garbled as his face elongated, seperating, and twisting into eight thick tentacles. His eyes flushed a deep red, overtaking the yellow coloring of his normal eyes. The voice that escaped his mouth was now little more than a guttural alien rasp, "Tell my bretheren the price of their betrayal is not paid yet when you see them in hell."

Eclipse listened silently to Rikah, nodding occassionally. He sighed deeply, tears rolling down his cheeks at this point, the car still idling. A few late night drives throwing curses at the direction of his car, which still happens to be blocking part of the street. He felt like throwing a few back, yet he retrained himself and continued to listen to Rikah.

"It may be forbidden..but..I'm half human and honestly don't care. Viktor chose us both for a reason..that is why we're here..yet..why you're with me other than the request of Viktor..I do not know. I almost wonder in his wisdom, he's learned to forsee the future and already knows what I'm thinking about and doing.." He said softly, sighing deeply, finally calming down enough to actually start driving again.

"Rikah...Calynn almost makes me feel human again..Most just want to be there to rule the coven if I screw up or be at my side and have something happen so that they take over...It get quite annoying after awhile...because..evetually...we do get tired of each other...sadly...." He said with a melancholy sigh, powershifting the Trans-Am into it's top gear.


"Right now...I'm starting to feel like you're the only one to understand me...in some way, I think you do. Yes..I admit that it's irrational and I could be moving into a trap at this point..but right now...I don't even think her or I have anywhere to turn to, honestly..nor do we know who to honestly trust..." He said softly, sighing again, speeding towards Calynn's house.

The melee had finished quickly, they were neophytes and as such didn't know how to control their powers. Ordanni had barely stained his suit this time in fact, if nothing else could be said in favor of the troops they didn't flail too much and get blood everywhere. That did little more temper the irritation that now rode up inside Ordanni's veins though.

If the lycan's leaders were not going to put enough time and effort into disciplining and protecting their new 'recruits' then slaughter was what was going to occur every time. The leadership of the lycanthropes loose organization seemed to have trouble comprehending this critical point and as such was threatening Ordanni's job security. At this rate the conflict in the city would be over in a matter of years and then the vampires would quickly turn on a lycanthrope bounty hunter.

The only reason that they hadn't attacked him yet was that he had brought down more than twice as many lycans as many of the elder vampires had in their entire existence in a matter of years. The vampires didn't know their enemy's psyche as well as he did, and many that had joined the coven from Europe had trouble adapting to the flow of the city. It was possibly the only think keeping the short-lived lycan plague from burning itself out.

He knelt down next to one of the corpses and pulled out a knife, then busied himself with hacking off the fingers of each lycanthrope corpse and placing them in a bag. Ten hands worth of pay tonight, not a bad haul at all, he thought to himself as he walked back down the street to where his contact was waiting.

A thin, bent man stood on the corner in a trench coat and a top hat, wringing his hands nervously. He cut a comical figure as, in an attempt to blend in, he had his outfit made out of a rather garish paisely pattern in reds and golds, apparently he hadn't been out of the coven's quarters since the seventies and still hadn't recovered his fashion sense.

Ordanni dropped the bag containing the flesh into a garbage can as he passed by and gave the waiting vampire a nod, barely keeping a straight face as he spotted the lime green sunglasses the man was wearing. "The payment's in the usual place Llevon?" Ordanni said as he passed the man.

Llevon whipped his head about, this way and that, making certain no one was within earshot before whispering an answer, "Under the grate, just as usual. We'll meet in the cafe downtown. Oh, and...." He turned looking Ordanni over. "... Try to wear something a little less conspicuous next time, other people might stare."

Ordanni nodded and walked away, a grin quickly consuming any control he had over his face's expression. He quickened his pace, not wanting to laugh where the old vamp could hear him. It wasn't Llevon's fault that he hadn't gotten out enough, it was just that.

He didn't even make it to the next corner before he started laughing.

(( Marius Zehan is a lycan yes? ))


She sighed as she watched a vampire cry over a human... She twitched. "Alright! Gro up and realize this pal!" Her voice raised... "Your a vampire. You can -never- become human again. It's survival of the fittest here..." She turned in her seat to face him.

"If you don't suck it up and start acting like one. you will die. I understand the need of emtion. You can have that all you want. But my gosh your a bloody vampire.. a -ruthless- killer! And your crying over a human!!" She growled before she slumped back into her seat...



Viktor would leave to go back to his own coven... And once he arrived and called of a meeting... That out his 'guardians'. They would all meet in a lower room.. with a table for them all to sit at.... and Viktor discussed the plans... it's the head of hte lycan was really on the move, more drasstic measure needed to be taken... especially if the Prnice was going to go on a love ride. He wasn't dependable, and would jsut become despensible if he got in the way.

( I have no idea what I'm doing o.o ))

"Myess.. they have, havn't they? But our leader does not seem to 'have the time' to appoint leaders for that sort of training." Lucian was more than annoyance to the elder were, he was a thorn in her paw, irresponsible, he had run away, and now he was back, just wanting everything to go his way now.

Nika had refused to become like the others, simpering to his will, biting those as they pleased and causing a boom in the ranks of the lycans.

"But you should know that yourself, shouldn't you? The vampires seem to be quite worried about our kind, funny that you should have gotten into their ranks so easily.. and at such a young age.." She smirked, moving closer, her completely black eyes glimmering in the dim, street-lamps. Her white-winged hair fluttered softly in the wind. Moving her arms upward as if to stretch, she let them drop while she strained them behind her, running her finger-tips along the sheath that held her knife, making sure it was there.

She too had heard alot about this 'man' and knew he was capable of killing his own kind. But the female was also very aware of her own abilities, and she took the straightening of his clothes as a nervous movement of some sort.
She stopped about a meter away from him, standing with one hand on her hip, and resting her weight on her left foot so that she looked fairly relaxed. Though the taught muscles in her arms and legs said otherwise, but those were safely hidden under her clothing.

As Raziel walked away, Ordanni's hackles stood on end. The man irked him. He couldn't tell why but something in the leader's tone just pinched his nerves. One of his hands slowly shifted, bones flowing and flesh peeling back to reveal a long, jagged point of bone where his forearm used to be. The temptation to strike the fool down was high.

Ordanni slowly cooled his tempter coaxing the flesh to once again take its shape over the impromptu weapon. This was not the time nor the place. The coven had not sent him to cut off the head, just to trim the edges. If he succeeded in taking down Raziel, his secure job position with the coven and his happy little protection deal was cooked. Anyway, there was no guarantee he would succeed and then he'd be dead, lot of good that would do.

He schooled his face into a cocky grin and leaned over to whispered Nika "You want me to add his hands to the collection tonight?" He said, making a joking stabbing motion with the bit of spike that still protruded from the end of his reforming hand. "Cocky b*****d turned his back on me." A rueful chuckle escaped from deep inside his chest, realizing that he hadn't finished with his hand. The lack of sleep was really getting to him these days, needed to take a few off.

He slowly willed the mutilated lump of flesh and bone back into it's original shape and grinned embarassedly. "I ... know a few parlor tricks. Nothing big." He said, lamely as he groped for a suitable explanation. Hearing himself he winced. Really convincing Sherlock.

Her eyes following Lucian as he dissapeared into the night, she glanced at Ordanni's arm that was just morphing back to normal before she raised her eyebrows and just said.. "Indeed.." replying to his two last comments..

"We all have our.. trick's.. as you call them.. some of us are just a little more subtle at using them." Nika commented with a smirk on her young-seeming face.

'Laying low hm? It seems that he just blew his cover by coming out to me like this in front of the young hunter... it seems that Ordanni dosn't recognize him though..' These thoughts ran through the elder lycan's head before she returned to the real world, realizing her moment of weakness for what it was. She had totally forgotten about the young were, and he could have killed her easily and quickly had he also saw her brief lapse. Or at least, he did notice, and didn't want to kill her.

But why not? She had been a thorn in the vampire's sides for almost a century now, her death would bring Ordanni great respect from the blood-suckers. Mentaly giving herself a shake, she figured she was digging too deeply into things again, and maybe the boy hadn't realised just how annoying she'd been to those who shunned daylight..

"Care for a drink? My treat.." She asked casually, even though he killed his own kind, the man facinated her, and Nika knew an excellent bar that was open this late for types like herself.