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Just as Scott left the alleyway, Krii'Ouse rolled on the ground as a gas grenade clinked against the ground. The alleyway filled with teargas, and Krii'Ouse plugged his nose, and closed his eyes for a moment, waiting for it to fade. Two dark-clad figures fell from the rooves on either side, both wearing gas masks. They drew silver longswords, and smiled with their eyes.

'Krii'Ouse thrust his hands out, and lit the teargas on fire, sending it away from him. 'You've just made a mistake, you Leeches.' the Hunter Lycan said, reaching behind him and pulling out a small version of Saigo Ichiban. Connecting the Omega symbol on his palm to the symbol on the glaive, Alpha and Omega grew to it's full size, and Krii'Ouse held it with Omega facing the vampires.

'Prepare to roast in Hell.' he said, letting them charge at him. He spun under their swords, and slashed the first vampire with Omega, following with Alpha, spilling blood all over the alleyway. The vampire grunted with a muffled voice. It sounded less like it was muffled by the mask as much as it sounded like it was muffled by the lack of a tongue.

'I shall herd for Thee, My Lord, the souls of the wicked. The judgment seat shall they see, My Lord, those souls of the wicked. Bestow your blessing upon me, My Lord, to reap the souls of the wicked. Now I usher to Thee, My Lord, these souls of the wicked.' Krii'Ouse prayed, spinning around, he cleaved the first vampire's head off. The second leapt over Krii'Ouse, landing behind him and slicing down the Lycan's back.

The Hunter cried out as the silver burned his flesh. Krii'Ouse spun around, and sunder the longsword into splinters. He jabbed the vampire in the gutwith Alpha, pinning him to the wall. Removing the mask, he pressed his hand against the vampires neck, careful not to choke him. 'Where did it start? How are you vampires daywalking?!'

The vamire said nothing, so Krii'Ouse slugged him straight in the nose, breaking it. 'WHERE?!' The vampire opened it's mouth, revealing it's tongue to have been removed. 'Clever b***h.' he cursed, assuming it was Rogue. Krii'Ouse pressed his hand against the vampire's jaw, and shoved his head to one so so quickly, the vampire's neck snapped.

Pulling his weapon out, he leapt up to the rooves, putting Alpha and Omega away as it retracted to a small size. He headed towards Haven, his back burning in pain.

A bright yellow cab pulled up to a corner in the City. Out stepped a beautifully pale young woman with a messenger bag and a small black bag. She closed her door and leaned in the window, speaking with the cab driver. He was telling her about a hotel which he'd just pulled up to that she could get a good, clean, cheap room at. She thanked him and paid him. Once the money was in his hand and the woman had backed away, he drove off. She turned around and walked into the hotel. She told the concierge that she would like a room for a few nights. He gave her some paperwork, then a key, as she paid for it. She took an elevator to her room, left her things there, and then walked out of the building. She walked down a city sidewalk. Chiara was out in New York City for the first time.

Strolling casually down the sidewalks, she looked on the ground a few feet infrount of her. Her long silky black hair accented her emrald green eyes, causing her pale, European features to shine. She had never walked slouched, she saved that for sitting, her shoulders were back, though not as 'stiff' as the English sometimes have theirs. The blood which swirled in her viens only shown hints of filth, having taken it from other vampires, she knew it helped tone out her true nature. Only her canines and insensors would be able to give her race away, and even then, she never showed her teeth when smiling, and she talked as a Southerner, her teeth rarely shown even then.

Pulling her track jacket a bit tighter to allow her to hide her long sleeve black tee, she zipped the Beloved((Old band)) jacket. Her jeans dragged with her feet, having fit her perfect with the support of a black, silver studded belt which she had bukled at her left side. Matching it all together she on, now, a pair of Chuck Taylor's All-Star Converse.

Venturing along, she felt that same wave of the need of excitement. Walking slowly, she had only gotten a block or two away from the Club, not really paying attention. She could feel the tension in the air, yet it's source was still currently unknown to her. Probably just the humans stressing over things which shouldn't be in the mind. Thinking to herself, she let out a sigh of boredom. Excitement would come, even if it had to wait for Dawn's fingertips to bring light upon this sleepless city.

Tyrin awoke after only four hours of sleep, something was bothering him about New York, but he didn’t know what. He walked up to his placed his left arm and one side and leaned ‘who killed you Lynda’ he thought as he saw the people moving about the streets below, ‘why would someone kill you for that matter, you weren’t doing anything wrong, you stayed on the right side of the law’ a solitary tear fell from his right eye, he blinked a few times to remove any tears that were left, or at least suppress them.

He pulled back from the window, and proceeded to the shower, after all he needed one. Steam poured out of the small gap below the bathroom door *knock knock* he opened one eye, making sure not to get any shampoo in it, “just a moment” he shouted over the running water, quickly finishing up, Tyrin turned off the water *knockknockknock* the three rapid knocks struck a cord with him, it sounded as if someone was in trouble, or wanted to talk to him bad.

Wrapping a towel around himself, he moved to his heavier duffel bag, unzipped it and pulled out Noreen, whom he had preloaded before he packed her. The silence fell on the room like a thousand ton weight, Tyrin slowly approached the door, and peered out the peep hole, he saw nothing. He quickly opened the door, with Noreen pointed out….nothing there, he began to close the door when a flapping piece of paper caught his eye.

Quickly grabbing, he made one last sweep of the hall, then closed the door. The note read ‘come to the docks at 12 pm tomorrow, don’t be late or else’ he crumpled it up in his hand, put Noreen away and got into his pj’s ‘looks like someone knows I'm here’ he crawled into bed and feel back into his dream world.

After a short trip to her apartment to fetch a new set of clothes and antoher jacket, Zzeill was out on the streets again. She couldnt bear to walk down the streets of the busy city without her long coat as an imaginary sheild around her from the other mortals around her. Long coat and top hat properly restored she took to the streets to find the hunter who currently is in possesion of her other long jacket. The scent was gone to her now, so she had to do it the hard way, which sucked for her. Walking a few more blocks she came to the opening of an ally and stepped into it with a quick side step to get out of the crowds of people. Giving a sigh she started up a fire escape ladder to apper a moment later on the top of the roof, walking to the edge to sit down for a mintue and watch the people below her. When was the last time she saw anyone? It was a while... and she would never say it out loud, but she was begining to worry about them.

Bjorn walked along the sidewalks, it was a cold night, but not as cold as what he experienced in Norway. He was very hungry, almost too hungry to get around, he had to get away from everyone to find a place where he could satisfy his taste without causing a big fight. He continued to walk down the street, passing the families, they looked so happy. he despised them, all of them, happiness was just a simple little joke to him. He wanted it though, he wanted happiness more than anything.