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A young woman walked along the streets of New York. Malus' goal was two-fold...Familiarize herself with the city and gain an idea of current events. After all, she had done some minor research on her fellow tainted here, and had decided that most of them seemed too weak in the mental department to be much use to her at this moment. Secondly, Malus was searching for a victim, and in her experience those could always be found in the town center. She wasn't above prostitution and murder in the middle of the act, after all she was a succubus, sex was merely a tool to her. As such with this goal, she was wearing a modern outfit considering of a black leather miniskirt and matching hlter top with 4 inch thigh high boots.

Malus had another, relatively minor goal...She was always interested in music, and the darker the better. She had heard rumors of a trend known as Gothic, or goth, and she was slightly curious about what that was like. However, her need for mortal currency weighed heavily upon her. And to achieve that goal, she kept her mind open for potential victims she could manipulate in to coming along with her. At last, her mind settled upon a potential victim, a rich teenager who was out for action tonight. However, before she could reach him, someone else did. This prostitute was not nearly as attractive as Malus, yet her mind rang as to she was rather successful tonight. She watched as the two walked off a headed to a nearby building. Malus began to nonchalantly follow them, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. Well, Malus had heard New York City was a relatively violent and crime-ridden place, who was going to miss a whore and her customer?

((Leaving it open for RPing if anyone wishes to, but only for a short time))

"Sure," she said, motioning for him to lead the way and she moved to take the boxes from him. "If they are getting married tonight, I dont want to miss it!" Linked her fingers in with his, she followed him out and then let him lead her to the car, since she had already forgotten where they parked. There was a sense of excitment around her at the thought of her two closest friends getting married. It was about time too...heh

Malus followed the pair to what seemed to be a modern day inn (For those of you who do know the 21st century, it's a hotel). She tracked them to the room they were using through her mind reading. When she knew it would be safe to enter, she used the telekinetic abilities that Succubi possess to disable the lock and entered the room.

A moment later she walked out wiping blood off her knife with a towel. She had modern currency equaling to 1000 now, apparently the prostitute was quite successful that night. She threw the towel in to a potted plant and calmly walked away, the fact that she had just left a room after slitting two people's throats not bothering her at all. She also thought that maybe this city might be worth exploring a little more...

Bridget and Sanchez drove thru the nite until they hit a run-down section of the city; there stood an old abandon apartment building complex... By thier recon Bridget and Sanchez had determined it was a major nest for
vampires. They locked the silencers in place and Bridget gave Sanchez 10
minutes to reach his position and then moved to into her position and waited. Ten minutes later Sanchez told Bridget he was in place and on the count of three and then they both went in.

The stench of rotting flesh and building made both of them want to vomit...but they still kept thier cool and slowly went room by room killing any vampire they came across. They found what they were looking for the
cellar and Sanchez slowly opened the door and the foul stench came up
from the cellar. Bridget commed Sanchez if he was alright and he nodded afirmative and started down the stairs. Bridget found a place that would give her some cover and hunkered down. Twenty minutes later Sanchez commed Bridget he was coming up....she could hear a change in his voice.

They both exfiltrated the way Sanchez came in and moved across the debris/rubble until they made it far enough away they could cross the road.
Then they waited for daylight and the return of the vampire's latest victims.
They counted 30 vampires with some carrying the "poor bastards" to be fed upon. Bridget let the sun come fully up then gave him the sign to execute the explosives (Syntex plastique).The the building in the apartment complex went up like a 'Roman Candle' and caught fire

If you listened very carefully you might hear a cry of despair...hell, several
came running out on the on fire only to have the sun finish them off. It was
a good nite except for those poor humans caught by the vampires. Yet
niether Sanchez nor Bridget shed a tear...they were at war and there would always be innocent casualties. She signaled Sanchez and they dropped back and went to the car; and off they drove.

Leena made her entrance to the city. She walked around casually, sniffing out which were vampires and which were lycans, tainted and which were her prey: humans. She walked around until she reached Lexington Avenue. 'Home Sweet Home' she grumbled, 'how long have I been here?' she thought to herself. She continued walking aimlessly straight, her mind flashing back 320 years ago when she came to New Amsterdam to set up her shop. The fire that burned down her blacksmith's shop, the devastation that followed since she couldn't continue her father's dream even after he died, the depression that befell her that caused her to wander aimlessly until she found herself in a coven of vampires, the fear she had when she ran. How she was seduced by the darkness of the night and turned by the coven leader. From then on there, she joined many covens only to have them be destroyed by their own hands or by enemies, however, this coven is stronger and abit ancient. She hoped that it'll stay that way. Leena noticed that all this nostalgicness ruined her appetite she was no longer hungry, she stared at the street sign again, "4th Avenue....heh..funny..." she muttered, and looked around there wasn't very many buildings let alone people in 4th Avenue; but there was some vampires nearby as well as tainted and lycans. Leena sighed and looked towards the night sky, "I wonder...father, why I didn't continue to live your dreams? You would've been a great blacksmith; had you survived..." she gasped in shock as she realized that under the streetlight in the middle of the night, she was crying for the first time in hundreds of years.

Gabriel leaned on the closed pizza shop. He watched each passerby or car go by. He knew this was the best time of night to look out for the predators. "I'm the predator now." , he said to hiself as he put a lit cigarette in his mouth. The hunter then walked across the street and sat down on a bench and continued his surveillance.

Gabriel threw his cigarette to the ground stepping on it. "Hmm, looks like it's going to be the best night of the week." , he said as he smiled. He continued to watch the people around him he always remained cautious.

The bullet bike and rider sped down the street weaving around traffic, Ronan's helmet was completely black. His horse sword was down along the side of the bike and Saylis' computer was in the bag over his shoulder, he wondered if Saylis would be at this rave, he could use the fact that he had her computer to his advantage.

He started to slow down when he approched the werehouse. He found a place to leave his bike, took off the helmet and walked into the rave.

((Exit to Werehouse... Rave))