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Amelia woke up. She was her normal self again and her animalistic day was long past. She shifted weakly, sore from the chains and not moving for the past three or four days. She stumbled to her feet, almost falling everytime she moved due to the way she'd bound herself. She took small steps over to the door.
Amelia had long since learned that when she went into her animalistic state she didn't remember anything from the two hours before, as during that time her mind was reverting, making it impossible to remember what she'd done. She grabbed a key from on top of a box with her teeth, then, with amazing powers of cat like flexibility, she brought the key down to her feet and unlocked the master lock. The chains fell easily apart.
Amelia gathered the chains slowly. She was still weak from depriving herself of strength for so many years. She knew it was dangerous for her to do but understood that it would be even more dangerous to be completely healthy. She walked out of the shed and into the city.

Kerrigan turned the corner into the north entrance of Central Park. It was nice to be out of Haven and away from all those idiots who claimed to be Hunters. They bothered her beyond anything she could imagine, but the hunters were not going to turn away members at this time - they couldn't afford to. She was surprised they had taken as well to her as they did considering what she was. Her pearly fangs glistened in the moonlight as she walked, her gaze focused forward and down to her feet as she walked quickly, the heels of her hunting boots thudding softly against the concrete with every step she took. Kerrigan was not afraid of the response the public might have towards her - she actually challenged anyone to challenge her when she was in such a foul mood. Without realizing it, a slight scowl had settled on her features as she walked.

Svoron came closer and smiled back as he had no intent to sneak around. "Well actualy, out of boredom" he said. He pointed vaguely at his car "I'll leave again if I'm not wanted. " He looked at Kensington's bodyguard "I just left the bar afther you, tensions were rising a bit to high with all those armed people rushing in, but hen I got out I saw you head for Central Park." He turned around halfway, back to his ride and looked at the dent "Stupid punks..." he tought to himself "Didn't mean to sneak upon you...", he lit yet another cig "...but I did hear a part of your conversation." Teaming up with this guy would be a perfect way to find out things about his sister; he knew she had been involved with this city's Vampire sindicate but he couldn't just ask them because he didn't know if his sister had worked with them or fought them, the Tainted Coven wasn't an option, he knew some of Baphomet's men were working there. This man was one of his few options to get close to the Vampire leaders and get answers. "Perhapse I could help you..."

Kerrigan did not have to be a vampire to sense that there were others in the Park with her. The real question was what she wanted to do about it. With Krii being missing for so long, Kerrigan had slipped into a kind of funk / depression. She had no will to hunt, she had scoured the city numerous times looking for him, and how with Haven crowded with idiots who didn't know what they were doing she had hardly had time to get out. This was a rare moment of peace for Kerrigan, but the mere presence of other immortals meant that she had to do something or face looking like a traitor to the other Hunters, who were none-to-happy about her own race either. She was on a slippery slope, that was for sure.

Pausing, she took the moment to take a seat on a park bench, running her hand back through her long black curls. Shifting so her elbows were resting on her knees, she tilted her head down slightly, her hair making a curtain behind which she could hide for the time being. Things were messed up right now in New York, that was for sure. Suddenly, Kerrigan heard something, or rather someone, approaching her. A soft voice wafted through the air, "Miss, are you alright?" It was a male voice, that much she knew, but nothing else about it was familiar. Kerrigan did not move for a moment, instead sitting and silently hoping he would just go away. Problem was, that he then sat down next to her on the bench, which was something she was not necessarily prepared for.

"Look, I just want to be alone for now," she started, looking up at him with a tired expression. However, her expression was not what he saw. Pale skin, crimson eyes, and elongated pearly fangs met his gaze, and immediately he drew back in horror, almost falling over the side of the Park Bench. Kerrigan sighed, standing and holding her hands up to show that she meant him no harm, but instead she was greeted with the barrel of a gun. "Y-You're one of t-t-t-them," he stammered out, holding the gun with a posture that make her cringe inside. Chances were that even if he managed to get a shot off it would miss her.

"I am a Hunter of New York, my name is Kerrigan," she said as calmly as she could. It was not the gun that was making her nervous, but more the fact that she might not be able to control herself as well if he was threatening her. The man seemed completely unphased by her appeal, and as she took a small step forwards, he cocked the hammer back on his gun, rushing forwards and throwing a kick into her gut. Kerrigan allowed the kick to connect - Krii's disappearance had taken the fight right out of her. She fell to the ground hard, and started to push herself up once more when she felt the cold of the barrel pressed against the back of her head.

"You're a monster," he spat down at her. Unless he had UV rounds, which she highly doubted, she knew that him shooting her wouldn't be lethal, but it would hurt just the same.

Leelan sat on the swing covered in the shadows of the night.