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He sighed. "Please excuse me, but I've had this conversation before. I'm human. On my way to a costume party, and I'm late." He looked up at her, exhasperation in his voice. He sniffled at her from under his hood... she was not mortal... but was she trustworthy...?

He turned, walking into an alley. "Follow me." Empty... He gripped the dagger made of his own broken horn in his grasp. "Now. I turn the question. What be thee?"

"I don't want your name. Don't pull that s**t with me, you're not human, and anyone can tell. I'll admit I'm not, either." He frowned under his hood, yellow eyes looking out. "Now. What be thee?"

He frowned. "Figured. I'm Ghorkel." He shrugged. "If that's all you want, I'm hungry, and I have something to get to." He moved around her, walking from the alley and down the street, walking past a few mortals.

He was whispering lowly, so that none but someone wh owas not human could hear, "I don't care about either. Lycans, vampires, fighting each other like two children wanting the same toy. It's retarded. I don't care about you, your kind, or any other race but humankind. My own race I don't prefer, for giving me hell." He looked up at her. "I am in this city to keep myself safe. I'm selfish like that. There is no need for anyone to take notice of me at all. I just want to be left alone. I'm going to keep my hand in the cookie jar that is this city, and I'll keep doing so until I see fit. I keep out of your affairs, and I will accept nothing less than the same from the lot of you." A glimpse of the scarred, burnt, mangled face beyond his hood was seeable to her... he must have been horribly abused.

He frowned at her. "Do you have a problem with privacy, or would you prefer I fixed that?" He snorted. "I don't give a damn what you are. You're rude, and I dislike you for that. Have a wonderful night." He reached out his hand to politely shake hers. "Maybe sometime in the future, if you're not so rude, I might be moved to help you. But for now, leave me be, unless you happen to have some food."

Takiko's emotionless race suddenly sofened when she realized how rude she really was. A symphathetic smile spread across her face after she caught a glimpse of his own face. "You and I are more alike than you think." She reached in her back pocket. After pulling out a small wad of money, she placed it in the palm of his hand. Takiko's fingers folded his fingers over it, looking at his eyes. "Here is money if you need to buy anything. I do not have any use for it now." Her eyes averted to the ground, shame upon them. "Please forgive me for being so rude to you... In this city I have slowly learned to fight to survive. I didnt know if you were another person that was determined to kill every single vampire alive... especially the voidmasters..." Takiko slowly looked back at him, her eyes looked as they did before. "I must bid you farewell. Hopefully we will be able to meet on better terms." Takiko took a few steps away from him. As she walked, a thin, black mist surrounded her. Her pale hand outstretched for a quiick wave to him, covered by what looked like shadows. Before the mist dissapated, leaving along with her, her voice was heard softly, like she was right next to him again. "Goodbye." Takiko was one of the very few who could do something like that. Control shadows. She was one of the last of the voidmasters. After being tortured as a demon, she begged a vampire to embrace her. Takiko's heart, soul, and body became part of the Void, or Darkness. To her, she felt like a slave of her mistakes and feels the price everytime the immenant hunger takes over her and the void controls her then.

Having finished any business in the city, blood red eyes darted around through the darkness. "Well, this is a boring night" She whispered silently under her breath and walked off, sticking close to shadows- she loved them..

{Exit}

After eating, Ghorkel had left the fast food resturant satisfied (he had emptied the cash registers a little, as well...) He smiled, his pockets a little full on the inside of his coat with loot and money. "Yup. Time to head home." He turned, walking happily down the sidewalk, singing... "Well you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm-a woman's man, no time to talk..."

His head bobbed to the music, and he seemed to be brightening people's night as he walked along, singing and dancing aloud down the sidewalk. "Ah-ah-ah-ah stayin' alive... stayin' alive..." He even got a few applauds and tips. He smiled accepting them with a bow of his hooded head and continuing no. "Heh. If I weren't so ugly, I'd be a karaoke star..."

-Exit to Junkyard-

Grave walked by an alley way with some thugs in it. He stopped and looked donw the alley to see if any of them were of the other race. None of them were so he started to walk again, but the thugs ran out of the alley and surrounded him," Hey old man where do you think your going," Grave smiled and looked at the one that had talked to him. He reached in his trench coat and pulled out one of his pistols and pointed it at the thug. "You b*****d!" the thug said and swung a pipe at Grave. Grave ducked and the pipe hit one of the thugs at his side. Grave stood back up and shot the man in the leg then shot the others in the head. As the dead thugs fell to the ground the one thug left alive stood back up in pain and fear,"W-who are you," the thug said holding the pipe inone hand and holding his leg with his other hand. Grave pointed the gun bewteen his eyes," A hunter," he said and pulled the triger killing the last thug. Grave holstered his pistol back in his coat and continued walking not worried about the bodies.