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"Hmmm?"
Kashkin had been wandering the city, not straying too far from haven. Everyone was in such a bad mood, and it wasn't having such a positive effect on his mood. To further explain why, Kashkin is a very outgoing person. He usually tries to cheer others up, and knows just how to do it... most of the time.

As he continued his wandering, he descided that walking among other people wasn't safe anymore. Vampires walking in daylight... meant that they could be anyone. To be safe, he had to get into the mindset that all of them were vampires out to get him. So, he went into an apartment complex and got on the roof. He stretched, greeted by a small wind that ran over his body. He smiled, his face relaxed. His sword shifted, and his new cartridges with hollow tips filled with liquid nitrogen were feeling rather light on him.

As he scanned the area, his eyes fell upon the people below, normal humans going on with their every day lives. They were completely oblivious to the supernatural, the wars going on right around them. How blessed they were.

He turned his head to look to the left and right, glancing at the rooftops on either side of him. Roof hopping? Why do such a thing? Hmph. He could do it. Who would stop him? Kashkin liked roof jumping.....

Kashkin walked foward, standing right on the edge of the roof, the streets below him.

He thought.

"So, God. It looks like the vampires found the loophole in the contract they signed, doesn't it?" Kashkin said, a strange grin on his face. The irony in it all, God damning them to the abyss of night, never to see the sun again. And yet here they walked, during the day, like any other person who had blood flowing in them.

It was sickening.

"Time to get to work."

Kashkin drew a throwing knife from his belt, grasping it gently in his hand. He quickly flipped it around his fingers, catching it again and cutting his palm open. Blood flowed out of it, yet Kaskin didn't flinch. He put the knife near his teeth, holding it with his teeth as he massaged his open palm.

Once it was bleeding pretty well, he lifted up the back of his shirt. With a quick flick of the wrist and a rub, he managed to get most of his back covered in blood. Letting his shirt fall back down, covering it from view, he pulled back his sleeve and raised his arm, arcing his hand upwards. He waited a good minute or two, letting the blood drip down his arm, having to cut his arm in another spot too due to his body naturally clotting the wound.

He didn't bother wrapping the cuts, letting blood drip of his hand.

Vampires needed blood to live, and they also loved the taste of it. The smell of it drove them crazy, provoking their hunger and instinct.

What Kashkin just did would get any vampires attention in the area. Lots of blood, and wide open target. What damnable bloodsucker wouldn't want a free meal?

Heh....... Only difference was, Kashkin was waiting for just that. An encounter with a vampire. He wanted to chat and kill, his trigger finger twitching instinctively......

He would soon walk the city, if nothing showed up. Maybe he could lure a bunch of them away to somewhere.

The hours were beginning to get to her, causing a yawn to force her jaw apart. The city was to busy for her to worry with someone deliberately staring into her mouth, though she did as she always has, covered her exposed mouth with her left hand.

Continuing on her way, her music was beginning to drown out, or at least blind in with everything else, she couldn't tell, she wasn't paying it much attention.

Choosing that sleep would suit her well, she kept on the path she was on, heading back to the hotel she was staying at.

It wouldn't be to odd, being as she hasn't been there in a day or so, that she went on to bed once getting there. Even though the day was beautiful, the sun was to bright for her eyes, it caused her head to ache worse than when ridding herself of human blood.

A stench filled her senses, immediately placed as humans blood. Crossing her arms over her chest, as if warming her hands against her body, she gave a slight look of disgust, yet let it vanish before it was seen.

Kashkin sighed, checking his stained red watch which lay hidden in his pocket. He had waited a good five minutes, and the rush of blood sucking demons didn't come.

Did they actually get smarter? Did they actually pose a threat now? Well, that was a stupid question. They've always posed a threat, to him, hunters, and everyone else around them.

He cracked his neck, moving it from side to side, and stretched out his arm a bit. It hurt, but not too bad. The bleeding had slowed down a great deal, but blood was still dripping from his red hands. He groaned, making his way down the stairs of the apartment complex he was on. So, the vampires wouldn't come, eh? Well, he may as well provoke them right in the middle of public. Let's see them take that kind of taunt and leave him alone then.

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"Someone call a doctor!"

People close enough to see the details looked on at Kashkin. His shirt was wet with red liquid. It was the same with his hands, both stained and dripping the life essence which ran through his body. As onlookers were unsure of what to say or do, they all did come to one conclusion. This man was out of his mind.

Insanity. A line as thin as a strand of hair separated it from the rest of every day people. After all, the mind was such a fragile thing. With the proper ingrediants, even the strongest ones could be shattered like a wrecking ball hitting a window.

In this case, not many people did notice what was going on. Those that did didn't know what to do. Stop him? Let him go? It was almost assured that he would be stopped, but something kept the people back. Perhaps it was the sadistic smile that was set upon his face. Or, perhaps, it was just something that the people of N.Y. just let go. His eyes did, however, meet a few people's. When his eyes fell upon someone, it felt almost as if he were staring directly into the depths of their souls (if they had any). Yet, everyone he passed, weather worried, concerned, or frightened, seemed to have a strange calm about them. Whatever the cause, they were sure to simply talk about it at their jobs or family and then forget about it the next day.....

As the crowd thinned, Kashkin made his way through towards his first destination. The Park.

He kept stolling, walking as if everything was right as rain. His sadistic smile was replaced by a normal one, and he reached into his sweatshirt pocket, taking out a few bandages. This was not the first time he had let his own blood willingly flow out of him. It was a very, very smart and rarely used tactic by hunters with nothing to lose. This was common knowledge.

Apparently, it worked, for two people he had noticed were following him. He kept walking, his pace set like a beat in his mind. Soon, once he was far enough into the park, he would let the party begin.....

(((Exit to Park)))

Hearing footsteps, her ears perked abit in alert. Fate slowed to a halt when she heard someone, a woman, speaking to her. Turning slightly, she quirked a brow, pulling the cig from her own lips and blowing a ring of smoke away.
"A loaded question, that depends." She bore her fangs slightly. "Do you have these?" In the midst of the circumstances, she couldn't just light this woman's smoke without a lighter.. especially without knowing she wasn't mortal.
Something about this woman, however, seemed familiar to Fate. It was an uncomfortable fimiliarity at that.