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Kashkin emerged from the Demon Ties Bar, a bottle of vodka in one hand, and his other hand free. His black hair swayed in the breeze, his face, for a brief moment, revealed to the world. He didn't like showing people the upper half of his face. His facial features made him seem almost older than he was, and his eyes matched it, reflecting the moonlight and the rest of the sky. He removed his hat for a moment, looking up, pushing his hair back, and then closed his eyes, embracing the breeze.

He suddenly remembered that people existed on this planet. Not just squirrels, but people with eyes!

He quickly shook his hair back down into place, and put his had back on. He caught up with Armand. His hand was twitching, his wrist knife ready to flick out at any moment. He also had two grenades ready. They saved his a** last time, so why not keep them around and restock?

"Alright, Armand. You had a master plan, and I'm all ears." He didn't trust anyone, and he was prepared for an attack from any force.

Well, at least he told himself that.

He saw Jean walk out before he did, and knew she was either close by, or walking off to some other location.

He once again scratched his back, his favorite sweatshirt lifting up a bit, revealing his signature weapons: Vizury and Gen. They were the symbols of death for Kashkin.


They were given to him as a gift, and modified by himself to the point of perfection.





This is when he was known as Kevin. Kevin VanWingerden. However, that name was known to him and one other. It was possibly rumored that Kashkin had another name, but it was the past. It didn't matter. Who cared about pasts when the present and future were always at stake?

A war.....

Kashkin pondered this thought. A war. A battle against all the races. Who would've thought someone had the balls to do that? It was... intrigueing. He never thought of something like that.....

"Heh...heheh....hehahahahahahahaa!!!!" Kashkin laughed into the night sky, his smile shining, full of evil. He swayed back and forth, thinking, the smile remaining on his face.

"To make blood rain from the sky, thinning the races down by numbers..... Why, ingenious it is! But the masquerade of such proportions must gain numbers. We need to kill and recruit, and kill, and recruit... and the kinds will be massacred!"

Kashkin laughed again. It was frightening listening to him laugh. He wasn't sure what to do. It was such a tempting offer. As Armand patted him on the shoulder, Kashkin smiled. He accepted the card, and carefully put it in his sweatshirt pocket. A secret location, eh? Sounded fun.

Then, he watched Armand turn and face the street. Followed? Followed by who? Who was there.... Threat?


Threat confirmed.....? Better safe than sorry.

Kashkin turned around, adjusting his hat. He reached down, putting his hands re-assuringly on his guns. Gen and Vizury. Those who knew what they were and lived to see them again were either lucky or damned strong. Things were looking as though they would be put to work again.

Who was out there, Kashkin wondered.

"Blood, blood, blood. The red liquid pumping through my veins. I wonder if this smell might be familiar to anyone!" Kashkin bit his thumb and held it out, his left hand still on Gen. He was prepared for a fight. His thumb began to drip blood. Not much, but a little was more than enough to get the smell across......

Kashkin jumped, nearly pulling out his gun, bottle of vodka raised, ready to throw as he heard the third voice. He had NOT heard anyone else come up, and it had suprised the hell out of him. But, once he had spun around, ready to smack something upside the head with a glass half way full of alchohol, he laughed, returning the friendly smile to the familiar face. "Oi! You scared the crap out of me, J. White Flame!!"

He paused, listening to Johannes.

"Another group of hunters? Hunters who hunt hunters, but who also hunt monsters, but are in the same group as hunters but still hunt hunters who hunt the same creatures as the hunters but have creatures in their group who hunt everything including the hunters and....." Kashkin kept talking, holding up fingers and couting, his eyes moving back and forth. Obviously, he was confusing himself.

He lied down on the ground, still doing math, and put his hat over his face, the mumbling still going on. However, there were words in there that made no sense whatsoever.

After about a minute, his hat still on his face, he raised his hand in victory!

"I've GOT it! The hunters would hunt the group he is making, you're and old vampire and I'm a giraffe! Ah-HA!!!" Kashkin was laughing triumphantly.


The sad, strange part of it was, it somehow made sense in his mind. He was definetally... weird.

She didn't enjoy the idea of being shuffled into what was probably a filthy alley, But other than a faint frown; she made no sign of objections. Luther hadn't needed to explain the exquisite qualities of his old blood, She was already hooked the instant he had gashed open his finger and let the delicious scent taint the air. There was absolutely no way Cosette could have said no. As she was, entirely distracted by the sight of blood streaming down his finger, her eyes eagerly flickering back and forth between the bloody finger and Luther as he spoke.

“Yes, Quite the proper apology.” She muttered, distant and preoccupied. She had already reached up gingerly with those slender white hands, Cupping them at his wrist just as she liked her lips in bated anticipation. She stepped closer, bridging the distance as she pulling his hand to her mouth. Without the slightest hint of hesitation, Her tongue lashed out and caught the blood. Licking the at the dark crimson stream, trailing her tongue from the base of his finger all the way to the tip. For a moment, her lips closed over the wound, pulling in the lavish liquid at a swifter rate; But it was also then when Cosette decided she wanted more than that, Much more than what a single bloody finger would allow. Her lips were already searching for his wrist, tailing hungry bloody kisses over his palm, nearly to the base of his hand while her fingers worked at the cuff of his coat, quickly shuffling it out of the way.

The instant her hungry lips reached his wrist, She tore into the skin; Painful and deep, much too ravenous to contain herself. Cosette was void of any other possible emotion expect for her desperate need for more, her fingers clawing at his arm to hold him perfectly still in beneath iron strong grip. There was absolutely no possible way any other blood could compare to this. Luther had to have known it the instant he cut open his finger, She would have been much too eager to taste it. If before her dreadful thirst for power hadn't been enough to hold her to him, his rich and unique blood defiantly would. It was so devastatingly delicious, so perfectly addicting. A promise of such a thing was nearly as temping as the offer of power.
Should any more disagreements arise, It was quiet possible all Luther would need do is offer a bleeding hand and Cosette, already fallen victim to the bloody addiction would most likely comply and obey his whims. That was of course, only possible if she couldn't manage to bleed him dry now and take it all for her greedy little self. At any rate, she wasn't prepared to stop. She wanted it all.

Luther winced as she tore open his wrist and began to feel incredibly faint. He decided to stop it for now; just a promise of blood would certainly keep Cosette under control, before she tries to seize it without his permission, which he knew she would. He started to feel faint, and quickly pressed his free hand to his arm; it turned to a pale shadow for a second and slid from Cosette's grasp. He tore off a patch from his jacket and put it on the wound, making sure to apply enough force. He would stitch it up when he got back to Las Noches; he still had a lot more blood to spill. He looked at her, and grinned. "If you ever want this sort of blood again you must keep yourself under control, understand?" She had been partially hypnotised by his strong scent of blood; she was sure to be completely under his control after this. He gasped as he began to feel fainter, and stood up straight; he was weak, he needed to heal for a while. He gasped, and said "I'll see you soon, Cosette." He said with a grin, he ran into the shadows, barely managing to phase through them.

-{Exit to Las Noches}-

OOC:My comp screwed up so i missed a lot of stuff sorry

Jack leapt up during the fight and ran off and started to free-run leaping from roof to roof. He noticed a bunch of people talking and sat on a rooftop

Whats going on?

He muttered to himself and sat there hoping noone would notice him. He saw a bar behind them and just keapt watching them.

Jean simply gazed at the laughing and babbling woman who nonetheless, ran into them. With a raised eye brow, Jean watched the woman grip on to Armand’s coat. leering on about-- and hinting how we are mindless fools for being in the middle of the street. All the while the facts of the matter was, we weren’t in the street. But in an alleyway near one.

Jean began sizing up the woman. Noticing her fluff golden curls that swayed in the gentle breeze. It was rather soothing to stare upon oddly, and the moonlight gave it the right touches of highlights, and lighting as well. What a peculiar woman Jean thought, yet had her doubts that the woman wasn't sane. Then again, most insane people are usually the sane ones. Anyways, she merely thought catching on to other things from her senses, alerting her of this woman. Like Her eyes for instant. They held curiosity-- there also was intrigue within them too. But the most compelling fact of the matter was, the smell of blood on her that indicated that she was a vampire.

But the turn the conversation was heading in, made Jean withhold herself in attempts to further gain knowledge of Armand. And what better way than from someone who knows him.

((Lovely post-- and besides, long posts are always the best ones.))