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Nods slowly, "It's so sad, and yet so happy... you kill them, and then give them eternal life... the curse and the gift we all have, and as close as you get to them, their mind is blocked from you forever..."

Nods slowly, "Rarely can one o us pass off as a mortal for any more than a passing glance, even just days after being turned but... in the time I have been alive, now I am almost entirely dead..."

"Oh, I can make a mortal change his mind about me, It helps but... it is impractical for me to use the 'evil eye' on every mortal who passes, and as such I tend to avoid them is possible... their heartbeats are too tempting at times..." he leans foreward and kisses you again on the lips.

*Rogue entered the training room. Several vampires were out and about tonight but some still trained.

One in particular was doing hand to hand combat training with a more knowledged deathdealer, but kept getting hit in the jaw.
Rogue spoke into her mind
keep your eyes focused on your enemy at all times, you will be able to anticipate their moves better...


*Rogue moved on and loaded a round into her gun, shooting at some statue targets.*

Jayda entered, knowing very well what this room was for. She smiled, and made her way towards the shooting range following directions on the wall. When she found it, she first examined it by looking around. She couldn't really train with anything that involved alot of movement, fo rshe was still wounded from her battle, but she needed practice. She took off her coat slowly, she was only wearing a white and blue elbow-length t-shirt, the bottom of which reached almost past her waiste. When she walked it bunched up around her belt, which made her pull it down a bit. Her bottom lip was split on the side, and had a very visible mark on it that was sewed up, not to mention a bruise that had been alot worse, on her jaw. Her neck also had a sort of mark on it were the chain had almost strangled her. all of these marks were bad, but they had definatly healed alot, and one could tell.

She did not use any guns however, she used her throwing daggers, she had twelve of them, all on the back of her belt. She stood fourty yarda way, and despite her skill, she was still a bit rusty. Her young age was so dangerous for her to become an actual deathdealer, that she needed to be better than perfect, but she needed a mentor, someone much older than her, a veteren, for that. But for now, she just practised on her own.

She took out one of the daggers, paused, aimed, then whipped it at the target, making a loud thud, hitting it two rings off center.

After looking around the place Devon came upon the training floor. "now this is where i was meant to be" she said as she walked towards the shooting room. Taking off her long trench coat/cloak like thing and flinging is to the side of her in her shooting area. Her corset framed her soft body. She released her hair and let it fall over her sholders, she looked as if she was ready to break teh statue into a million pieces. Devon took one of her silver guns from her hollister on her hip and began shooting at a lycan looking statue. She aimed for his head, then his sholder, his groin and then his heart. A shooting procedure she had found to work very well in one of her past experiences as a cop. Satisfied with herself for the moment she smiled and looked around at the people practicing within her range of sight. Eying the girl with the daggers, devon became intrigued. Not at teh fact of throwing daggers, but wondering how the girl was going to retrieve them with everyone shooting at all of the statues.

Fall walked into the training room, wearing black workout pants, and a tank top, her long black hair pulled back into a ponytail. She smiled as she saw the room before her. This would be the only room she would need in the entire coven house. She streched allowing herself to fully sense everything in the room, then set to shape up her dagger skills, she took out the two, they had a very special meaning to her... her brother had given her these, after he found out what she was... She threw the dagger fiercely hitting the bullseye, a little to the left. She took her stance and threw the other and hit dead center. She went and pulled them out, looking at them, until the memories flooded back. No. no pity, no weakness. Memories are of the past, and they will stay the past she thought silently. She looked up, and walked over to the shooting range, she took out her gun, and fired, she was off by some. She shook her head, to get a hold of herself and continued firing off rounds.