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Lucian stood up straight and stared at the others. A small grin appeared on his face as he absorbed everything that was going on. His nostrils flaring at the smell of blood, especially the most sweet delicate blood he has ever tasted, Sangre’s. He did not move from her side. Lucian kept on hand on her as if he was protecting her. He continued to smile at the situation, not scared one bit…more curious then anything really. He remained quite and listened to what every one was saying then he said in a whisper, “Mi Amor?” he knew the others could hear him, but he didn’t care at the moment. The only thing he was worried about was her well being.

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Sangre's father's eyes sharpened as he watched Lucian, his eyes flashing.

"Who is that, my doll?" He asked sweetly - icily - as the lycanthropes surrounding them growled in unison at the vampires. There must of been either thirty or forty members in the circle, all powerful adults skilled at warfare. The leader didn't command weak blood.

Sangre swallowed, pushing Lucian away. She knew it hurt him - knew it would hurt him. But she had to.

Otherwise he would die.

Like she was on the inside.

"No one," she bit out quickly, forcing herself into a stand and paying no mind to the wound in her side, taking a step forward so she was between Lucian and Yuzuki and her father. "He's no one. They're no one. Please..."

Her father's eyes sharpened.

"Really?" He replied softly, eying Lucian disbelievingly. Sangre winced, knowing his thoughts. She shouldn't have tried - she got her brains from her father, after all. "No one? Really? Hm..." His eyes sharpened further, and he let out a soft growl. "Then why does his smell linger upon your skin?"

Sangre swallowed, pressing her opposite hand over her wound.

He knows. She thought numbly. <********. He knows.

Her father glared at her heatedly for a moment, but then his entire body relaxed, a blissful smile - but one tainted with danger - appearing on his face as he thought of something.

Thought of something bad.

Oh God-

"I know you want to, my dear," he cooed sweetly, his battle axe heavy in one hand. "I know you want to. Every fiber of your being is screaming for it. So why don't you do it?" His smile widened into something satanic. "Kill him. Kill the vampire."

Sangre's eyes widened as that black aura took the initiative and burst around her, swirling furiously and knocking the two nearest to her back as the moon shined down, the white reflecting eerily off the blackened aura.

Every single part of her begged for her to do it - ordered her, demanded her to. The more she resisted, the more it felt like something was taking her insides and twisting them mercilessly into a knot. Wincing, shuddering, Sangre shrank within herself, sinking into a crouch and hugging her shoulders as if that could stop the pain.

Make it stop make it stop no I can't-

"NO!"

The black energy suddenly disappated, leaving Sangre looking close to tears. Body shaking, she tilted her chin upwards to gaze at her father. Her voice was soft, broken, but it held more resolve than anything else imaginable.

"No..." she breathed. "I am not a murderer."

Yuzuki stood back up instantly. "Leave Sangre alone! Why do you need her for? Leave us alone!" Yuzuki yelled at Sangre's father.

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(umm, what have I missed? sorry, I stopped paying attention since Travis was out sweatdrop )

(oh... *random actions*)

Travis stepped into the backyard, using the doorway to support himself. He had woken up and was ignoring the pain.

Little did Sangre's father know there was a sniper aiming at him...

-x- -x- -x- -x- -x- -x-

The blood slides down your skin like tears...

Flowers of purest red bloom upon your flesh...

Colors mix and mingle in a silent chorus of pain...

Oh...


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Sangre's eyes widened as Travis stepped outside, the pack shifting slightly but making no move towards the vampire without orders from their leader.

No! She mentally begged, feeling that black presence rise again. Go back inside! Go back inside and live!

Her father smirked.

A wild shot rang out, a bullet striking the ground near Sangre and making her flinch back as dirt sprayed up.

Apparently one of the lycanthropes had sensed the danger, and took great pleasure in attacking the sniper, barely restraining themselves from ripping him or her apart.

Sangre's father smirked.

"No..." he breathed icily, in the way that told everyone anybody who interrupted would meet death as a wolf appeared a few moments later, blood dripping down its muzzle and staining its paws. The throat of a human was locked in its teeth as saliva dripped down its fangs and its golden eyes flashed wickedly. "No interruptions. Never."

The human - still alive and conscious with blood staining his clothes - was Kevin.

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(( It's okay, Mayhem. I just get impatient and I have nothing to do but wait for people to get on the RPs these days. [Kinda sad.... >.> ] ))