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Damon rolled her eyes and sighed heavily."That's what you think...You don't know her like I do.Those tears she cried were fake.Not real.SHe's just trying to pull you into her trap.And from the looks of it,she's got you just like she's got Alexander."she snapped with irritation.
Damon was growing restless,she didn't want Jagger to live another day.Therefore,she was taking it out on Reaver.

Hecate walked down a random damp street being sure to keep out of the light by making all the street lights suddenly die when he walks past.

Luther casually strolled down the street idly, his cane twirling in his fingers as he absent-mindfully glanced around at the squalid conditions that these poor humans were living in. He gave a smirk at the thought of their suffering, completely missing the irony of the fact that a few centuries ago he was in the equivalent of the time. The City had barely changed since he had last wandered the streets, back in the days when he believed science was the answer to all of the small conundrums of his being. He knew that no advancement lay in science alone, it took the spark of the mythological that the Void offered that really made the analogous "magic" happen.

The very evolution of Vampirism itself lay in his smooth, porcelain hands. He began to ponder the inevitable crushing task he had ahead of him, his gloved right hand stroked his chin thoughtfully as he practically glided around the corner of the street, his peculiar stride giving off an air of authority that often laid with men who still held the title of Earl or Duke, despite the monarchy being nothing but futility at this point. He longed for the days when they were still an effective part of the running of the world, Luther strongly believed that royal blood could always best any elected official. Royal blood often tasted that much sweeter.

A cruel, cold grin crossed his traditionally solemn face as he began to feel the familiar pangs of blood lust, his cool amber eyes scanning for the nearest homeless person. He found his quarry in an adjacent ally, he slowly slipped his hands into his red suede jacket pocket and withdrew the familiar Silver Talons that had spilled the blood of so many, he sauntered over to the still, sleeping figure and squatted down beside him, his lips still frozen into a grin of primal hunger and ferociousness. The grin was of a shark, slowly and cunningly circling a swimming toddler, toying with it as its desperate cries resounded through the beach, its parents struggling to reach it, but never in time. With one quick sweep of his well-toned pale arm he had cut deep into the chest of the hobo, his quick and precise lashes leaving deep wounds that didn't start to bleed until several seconds later. His hand was clamped firmly to the mans mouth as he lowered his head to his pulsing, sweating neck and bit deep into the primary vain, a quick inhalation being all that was needed to drain the struggling vulgar vagrant dry. He stood again, his work done, and snapped his fingers. The shadows seemed to crawl slow from the walls, blanketing the corpse until all of the spilled blood had dissolved into nothingness.

"Cosette, I will find you once more, and shall take this piss ant city by storm"

Luther wiped his lips with the back of his glove and stepped out of the dank, depressing alley. He took a clean inhalation of the crisp night air, not particularly requiring it, but he so enjoyed the sensation of it. He watched with a bored curiosity as his breath made small clouds in the air. He had seen many awful things in his life, things that would drive the most hardened detective or the most experienced of psychologist to the brink of pure, unbreakable insanity, yet he was still fascinated by the littlest of natural phenomenon. He grew up in a time where these things hadn't been explained, they were always put into two groups, Witchcraft or Gods' Will. Now it was all grouped into science, every delicious little morsel of it.

He started strolling down the street again in his absent-minded way, a small figure in a large fur coat in front of him, singing along to a chiming little machine in a delightfully childish way. How he wished he could steal the voice from her throat mid-tune, rip it out as forcefully as the nectar that kept his life from fading away. The gold-ish curls she sported sent a memory through his addled brain, but he was far too busy to bother with memories right now, he needed to focus on finding Cosette.

He bypassed the small girl without a glance, she was of a small stature and presumably a lower social-class, therefore she did not exist. He strode furhter, then stopped when he saw a man walking a few inches or so ahead of him. He licked his lips, glancing around absently as he prepared to launch a new strike. He looked ostentatious to say the least in his ringmasters outfit, but the silly denizens of this city simply assumed he was coming from or going to some sort of awful, loathsome PARTY. He detested those social gatherings, they were simply excuses to make fools of yourself, something which most humans needed no help in.

Damon looked at the ground with serious eyes."Because I've seen her do some things that only the Devil can do..Things that are sinful and horrific..."she said with a grave tone.

Hecate heard the unknown presence of the girl behind him and thought of ripping her limp from limp just to hear the sound of her bones cracking but then he spotted a large man in the corner of his completely black eyes which he hid so well under shadows. Hecate stalked the man for a minute before seeing an ally beside him and noticing no one is around to see or even care.
It was then that Hecate shoved the man into the ally with speed that a human eye can not see. Soon he had the man hung up by his neck against the wall and laughing with insanity knowing the sound of the city will drown out most the noise but still being careful not too be too loud, the mans stomach ripped open, letting the delicious organs fall to the ground. After a while Hecate had eaten most the mans insides and let the rodents and maggots take care of the rest.
Hecate walked back into the street with a grin of pure joy on his face, his insanity nearly radiating off him

david sighed and said, " I never got why things have to end in violence". To himself he pondered what he said how he wasnt being controlled, In his opinion he thought that if he was being controlled he would not notice it unless that person was very bad a to doing it.