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*Rogue watched the sun rise and went to work, scouring out new areas where she had tips from deathdealers...places where lycans and some hunters resided.

She searched them out, and drank the blood of around 12 people...

She then recieved a phone call as she sat atop an apartment complex roof smoking a cigarette.
"Yeah?"

"One of the Elders was spotted the other night ravaging the street...We only know it was her because she was caught on camera from a street cam. A leak in the police force said they thought it unnatural and we are only informing you now because it is correct....she was careless."
*Rogue listened quietly and lifted an eyebrow while taking another hit of the cigarette.*
"Who was it?"

"Alexz, milady."
*Rogue took another drag and looked out across the sunbathed city.*
"Did the FBI get involved?"

He paused then replied, "Yes...yes they did. It's not looking good."
"I see. Thank you. Keep a lookout for her and if you find her let me know."
*With that she clicked her phone shut and took another drag.*

The final night was almost upon him. For centuries he's been searching, experimenting, researching, testing and failing, but no more. His search was over, his research concluded, and his testing positive.
He'd been out on a bit of a feast lately, feeding his hunger whenever he felt like it, and killing without cause or reason. The time that his suffering would end was near, so he wanted to have a little fun with what time he had left.

Strolling down the streets, he passed a few wandering souls, the occasional policeman, old couple, vampires, two or three damned souls, and a handful of werewolves that luckily made no deal about him being alone.
He quickened his pace, hands stuck in his pant pockets, and his longcoat swaying behind him at every step. He was happy, excited even, that all of this would come to a close soon. For two millenia he's been wandering the earth, he's discovered many things humankind has not, and many that they've only recently "uncovered."
He's crossed all of the oceans, seas and straights, trekked across every mountain, hill and through every forest. He's explored every cave, every hole and every possible nook and cranny in this world. What else does a man with eternal life do?
Secrets of the world lay at his fingertips, what more could he want?

"Aithne?"
He stood, somewhat shocked, staring into the alleyway. There she was, looking as if she'd just have narrowly escaped death, and David stood there, dumbfounded.

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Without thinking twice, David rushed over, scooped her into his arms with a slight grunt and made a quick swap of his coat onto her, to try and keep her warm.
He thought quickly about what to do. She probably needed to feed, since she looked pale, even for a vampire.
He stood from the ground, holding her in his arms securely, and made way out of the alley, and onto the sidewalks.
He had to get to Sarah and the restaurant, he had a couple back up packs of blood there, and a bed for her to rest in.
Whatever happened to her was unimportant right now, what was important was making sure she was going to be okay.

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The ring of the door's bells announced his arrival to the restaurant. Passing Sarah, David made haste to the upper levels of the building.

"And just who is that?" she yelled out as he steadily climbed the stairs, trying to make sure Aithne doesn't hit the walls or railing.

"A friend." he yelled back, slamming the door to the guest room where he was staying with his foot.

He looked down at her, and saw that she had fallen unconscious on the way here. [Probably for the best...] he thought to himself as he carefully lay her on the bed. [...she'll need as much rest as she can get.]

He fell into the chair by the window, relaxing for a bit after making sure she was without wounds.

"This might be a problem..."

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Rough and coarse images raced about in his mind as he slept.
Images of his past, his present and his future haunted him as he slept.
And as he slept, humankind worked, lived and breathed, taking advantage of their primitive lives, unaware of the beasts of the night who feed from their meaningless existence.
Sometimes he envied them, oblivious of their inevitable doom, unaware that they are food to the night.

A cold sweat broke over him as his eyes snapped open. Sunlight.
He felt the searing burn on his hand, and smoke started to form as his flesh burned black, without further delay he withdrew his hand from the beam of light that made it's way past the drapes.
Why had he awaken during the day?
What could have compelled him to wake from a sleep cycle he'd been used to for his entire "life"?
Then the thought came to. Aithne.
He looked to the bed and could not see her, he looked to the door, ran to it, opened it widely, and took not another step forward. The entire hallway was pouring with daylight from the window at the end of the hall.
She couldn't have been far, that or she managed to go elsewhere while he slept, somehow.

He sighed, feeling somewhat stressed.
The light, it was blinding, yet beautiful. It had been centuries since he last saw it.
Curiosity arose.
He wondered, and questioned, what it was about sunlight that was so painful, and so deadly.
He had read all of the stories, books, scripts, tablets and scrolls on his "heritage", better yet, a curse, but had never really found the true answer.
This was similar to the humans question about the meaning of life.

He then, hesitantly at first, took a step, and another, and another, soon enough, he was at the edge of the rays of light, and, maybe out of morbid curiosity, he stepped into the blinding brightness.

A cold sweat broke over him as he snapped awake.
Heavy breathing overtook him, and he leaned forward in the chair, resting his upper body on his knees.
He closed his eyes tightly, and gripped his hands together.
[This dream again...]
He thought, gasping for another breath.

It was night, thankfully, and he had woken from another deathly night vision. What was this? An obsession with death?

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Kashkin whistled, unlocking the door to his apartment. He had gone from the park to a sidestreet, then a few blocks with random turns. It was like a maze, yet Kashkin remembered where each and every path took him. He took a different way home each day, never doing the same thing twice. Before, it started out as paranoia (due to the job he was currently in), but now it was just due to habit.

He had nodded to the man sitting at the bottom of the very small apartment complex. His name was Eric, and he was working full time. He was a cool guy, and a good guy. However, he had no real importance besides watching who came into the complex and who left.

Kashkin opened his door, taking off his sweatshirt in the process. He tossed it onto his couch, the living room (which was coonected to the kitchen) was a mess, littered with clothes, some bads of food and potato chips, and, yes, bullets, ammo clips, and a shotgun or two. Kashkin had defended his apartment from vampires before. It was... interesting. He learned that blenders make good weapons, especially when they are on.

But that was besides the point. He was immediately in the shower, and in no time, he had rinsed off the blood smell, the blood, and was out. It was about 2 minutes total.

He got out, pants on and a towel over his shoulders. He felt like he had a weight of 200lbs on him. He bandaged himself, pulling his sweatshirt over to him. He began soeing the cuts and such shut. He was quite good at soeing, having to do it so many times.

The door was wide open, allowing any who followed in. But by doing so, they risked Kashkin aiming with a shotgun, a pin, and a needle and thread.

He wouldn't be there for long. Just a quick stop.....

Hey, he did have somewhat of a normal life.

(((Oh my god a normal life! DUN DUN DUN! End of the world. =P Anyway, Kashkin's going to be here for one more post if no one follows him in.)))

Pathetic, possibly, though she did not care. Yes, Delilah had followed Kyle to his apartment. Having nodded to the guy at the door, offering him a friendly smile, muttering softly,

"Just here to see a friend, first time seeing thier place." If someone were to actually be listening to her, she sounded as if she were from across seas.

The building looked small outside and in, not a place she would find herself living, which then again, she didn't see herself in New York either.

She was sure to follow Kyle close enough to find out wich apartment was his, which in the end wasn't all that hard being as he had left the door wide open. She has done it before, though not in highly populated places where crime was frequent.

Stoping at the door way, she took in the sight of the place, then shook her head slightly. She figured she would be spoted before too long, so she leaned her shoulder into the door.

Taking out her cellphone, Delilah checked her text messages, set the phone back on silent, then checked through her calendar before finding a game on it to play.

((Everyone gets bored.. Hence the creation of this place!))