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Alasdair’s deep violet quickly darted to Cosette’s arm as she slowly revealed her porcelain forearms. He noticed a few beautifully marked scares along her arms, obvious residues from her past life. Alasdair stared with curiosity as Cosette readied herself for the needle that Luther was about to insert in her smooth but obviously hardened skin.

Alasdair remained ready for anything while his purple eyes travelled from Cosette’s arm to Luther, to the mad scientist with the porcelain puppeteer. It seemed hilarious now that he saw them both together. Cosette working her charm with Luther so that she could have unlimited power, and the poor mad scientist with the desperate unwilling need for companionship. Those two made quite a pair; they looked like they belonged to each other as they stood face to face.

A grin grew on Alasdair’s lips as Luther drew out the syringe from his coat and prepared it. The vampire was already boiling with wonder when Luther inserted the needle into his puppeteer’s arm. His grin grew into a smile when Luther said it was finally done and to wait for the drug to take effect. Alasdair wondered if the sensation would cause addictiveness. He chuckled slightly to himself with the thought of a vampire junkie.

But as soon as Luther mentioned to convoke one of his soldiers, Alasdair gave a malicious smile. He would not waste the life of one of his subordinates in order to test the powers of the vampire; he would want a firsthand experience. “No Luther…” He replied as he released the tip of his sword and quickly circling the blade around his side. He made a few twists of the sword until it moved to his stance. The stance was with the sword arm stretched to the side, the sword pointing away from the man and as if an extension of his arm. “I will test her myself…” He concluded as he bent his knees slightly to increase his agility.

Prometheus saw Rayne messing with Sam, and knew that if he shot at her, there could be more than he bargained for. He started to wonder about Amelia and Central Park, but he sensed that a fight was going down between two Lycans, his "favorite" race.Prometheus walked down there, keeping in the shadows, thinking about what hunters are good for and if he would interfere........

[Don't mind the quote. Just to show it was forever ago and that I'm too lazy/busy to continue until now. Apologies.]

Nothing familiar to him rang in the stranger's voice. The man, or what he thought was a man as his vision was excruciatingly dim, seemed nothing more than a blur to the hunter who was nigh unconscious. The bit of wry humor that was strung out at his expense caused the dying hunter to do the one thing he actually felt worth doing with his last bit of energy before he would go completely unconscious.

He flipped him the bird, as some call it. With that last gesture complete, everything went dark as the cold absoluteness of death took over. Was it death? One would assume so. But this is not the end of him. Death wasn't taking him away...more like Death was knocking and the door was half-open. You can call it a coma, or you could call it Limbo, but whatever the name, it was the only thing keeping him from the final dirt nap. However, if he didn't get medical attention immediately, Death would be likely to get impatient.

Neasa snarled and ducked her body low to the ground, rushing forward. The chocolate colored wolf went straight for Jack's front legs, teeth ready to make short work of the ligimant in his paws; is she wasn't strong enough to beat him with sheer brawn then she would just have to make him lame.

When the schrapnel hit Neasa yiped in pain, automatically dropping and allowing herself to go limp in some intinct that knew there would be less damage when limp if you were hit; unfourtantly she also gave up biting into Jack's leg a hairs breadth from the point she needed to render him lame in that leg. Though it hurt, the pain sliced through her instinct to fight Jack and for a brief moment there was pure human clarity, unclouded by instinct, and it only said one thing: Someone out there just hurt you, and it wasn't the werewolf you were fighting.

Her human mind sunk below the surface again, but now Neasa's mind was focused on a new goal. She needed to find who threw that granade and rip their throat out. With a snarl she turned her back on Jack and raised her nose to the air, but all she could smell was blood and smoke, and the blood was her own. Neasa's black lips pulled back from her fangs and she bared her teeth, fur bristling as she took a wide stance that placed her low to the ground; it was a clear challenge to whoever had hurt her.

Rayne watched in amazement as the girl with the purple liquid in her willed the shards of glass and pebbles off the ground. When it came in her direction and the man's she cried out, "The hell?!" and ducked swiftly, not worrying about the man standing before her.

She scrambled behind the tree and looked out to the side, witnessing the girl try to step on some guy's wrist. 'These people are mad! ********> Rayne winced as she felt one of the piece of glass fall into her arm. She quickly pulled it out and moved back behind the tree, looking out at the other side for a safer position. Thinking for a moment, she suddenly ran off. Rayne wanted to relax, and she wasn't going to get anything else stuck in her skin.

{{Exit: Demonic Ties}}

((As you can probably tell, i'm a hunter not a Vampire.))
Prometheus noticed them searching for him, so he picked up some debris and threw across the room for a distraction. Well, it's what I get for throwing a grenade. he thought. as he found a nice hiding spot, he got out his katana just in case.