What If #6: Vampiric Takeover

[Bionic Pikachu]

Fang blinked, "Oh....well, you see...in the fire, he never survived the smoke inhilation....but he still had my blood in his system when he died." She told him quietly. "So now he's a member of the undead now." She told him. "He's handling it well, but even i know how the lack of sunlight can drive a person crazy," SHe said.

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Damon smirked a little bit, "Why not New York?" He asked, "The streets are lively, and there's so much crime and so many idiots who wander out after dark." He told her. He'd now come to the conclusion that this was indeed, Elena, god she still looked beautiful. He could've expected that though. And he wondered if she'd changed at all since turning, if she'd become anything like her doppleganger?

 

[Illyria1376]

Vampire
"Find someone else to play with. Maybe you can compel yourself a friend."

Elena smiled. "You have a point, course I probably don't go feeding as much as you." She said with a smirk. "I did once, but then Bonnie got to me. You know how she is, had to run and tell Stefan. Suppose its good thing though, I have a lot more control now." She looked off behind him, the city was still so loud, a difference from Mystic falls she hadn't quite gotten used to yet. "So, wow, it's been a while. What's new, still praying of the girls or did you ever find one to stick with?" She asked with a smirk, he had always been a ladies man and she guessed it hadn't changed much.

 

[Tarot_Nightmare]

"I like the dark,but I can see how it may bother ...normal people." he said with a chuckle.

 

[Sesang-e]

XXXXXXXXXXXXXLestat had been running atop of roof tops. He'd gotten his fill finally. It wasn't hard to find evildoers or just plain bad people in New York. They were everywhere. Though he'd found a few hunters during his hunt, but managed to leave them behind as he fled. He was about to turn back towards the hospital, when he heard a loud, and ground shaking explosion in the distance.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXLooking up, he noticed a cloud of smoke and debris engulfing a few blocks of the city, not very far from where he stood now. He felt a heat wave rush towards him and throw his hair and jacket about for a moment. He could hear the cries of miraculous survivors in the midst of the explosion. And a smell caught his sensitive nose. A peculiar smell. Something he hadn't smelled before. It had an earthy scent, but flowery. It tickled the back of his throat as he inhaled the scent, and found himself coughing lightly as if to clear it from his throat.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXWas this what New York was doing to purge vampires? He remembered Krystal telling him that New York was taking desperate actions to rid the city of vampires. That just last week several streets were blown up during a block party. All to wipe out vampires.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “...” He could now see why this was such a problem. Flames where started to rise up in the destroyed blocks. Fire... Fire would kill any vampire. A certain rage hit him at that moment. His own kind was being slaughtered before his eyes. And before he could think further on the subject, another few blocks exploded, debris flying everywhere, screams assaulting his ears from the distance, another heat wave tackled into him. It was happening again! Which blocks were next set to blow? The one he stood in? All the innocent people he could hear below him? A low growl escaped him as he rushed off in not even a blur towards the last explosion. He'd find the one responsible.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXIt only took him a split second to arrive in the middle of the destruction. The clouded dust blocking a mortal's vision, but he could see through it somehow, through some supernatural power. His eyes danced around his surroundings. People, innocent people strewn about, some missing limbs or entire halves of their bodies. Some burned beyond recognition. A body of a women was half hanging out of a window as he looked up the building nearest to him. She was dead, having been thrown from the blast through her closed window, her blood down dripping down the side of the brick walls as glass cut into her chest. Cars had been overturned and thrown into buildings and houses, one man was crushed underneath the hood of a vehicle, his body flatted and head having split open from the pressure of his body being suddenly crushed.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXThe sights around him horrified even him. Never had he seen such violence, such heartless death... not even in the wars he had witnessed in his undead life. This was absurd! Obscene! Those controlling these murders, trying to wipe vampires from existence... they were inhuman! They weren't even of the undead! Even vampires had a morality to them to not cause such senseless destruction. … This was hell! If hell had even existed, this was it!
XXXXXXXXXXXXXPained cries came from all around him. Those miraculous survivors. But they were cut short as flames started to erupt. Some cries growing louder into high pitched screams of agony being caught in flames, burning up. Buildings were quickly engulfed in flames, blazing towers of the inferno. The apartment building next to him started going up, and he took a few steps away, watching the body of the women in the window quickly being eaten by the pyre.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXThis was practically a holocaust... a modern day holocaust against vampires, and anyone that happened to be in the way... innocent people, innocent mortals, perhaps even innocent vampires were among those that were killed. But Lestat knew that more than likely, it was all mortals who perished, young and old, even infants that had yet to experience life truly.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHe couldn't take it anymore. He turned and rushed through the blocks. But a sense told him to stop. A familiar sense. A needful one. Someone was still alive and was calling for him silently. Him by name. He stood in the middle of a road just on the edge of the destruction, though the damage was not any less significant.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXThis voice-less voice had called to him, telling him to walk. This calling felt familiar, yet he didn't know it. He actually felt what seemed to be a shove to his shoulder and he looked over it, behind him, not seeing anyone there. His head turned back to the front and he looked around, looking in the direction this voice was telling him to walk in. He stood still, trying to place this voice, but another shove, this one more forceful, and made him stumble forward. He turned back around to see no one. And another shove came at him while he was looking. He stumbled backwards from it. He'd really felt it, but no one was touching him! He grew angry. What kind of trick was this?!
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “Who's there!? Show yourself! Stop shoving me and get out of my head!” he shouted into the empty air. But nothing came back in response. He scoffed and turned back around, looking back in the direction that the voice told him to go. He was curious why it wanted him over there. And now, he felt a pull on his hand. He actually saw his arm give rise to the pull before it dropped as the sensation ceased. But there was no voice anymore. It seemed whoever had been commanding him, had listened. Whatever it was had a decency to it to respect his wishes, which only made him more curious. Lestat took the steps and walked in the called direction.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXAs he took slow strides, walking past bodies and flipped cars, shattered glass as if littered the streets, and now fire starting to birth as it had in the middle of this destruction, he felt another pull on his hand, towards a toppled truck, a rather large one. He blinked at it. This voice, this pull, was directing him towards it.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “...” He walked over to it quietly, observing it. He felt a presence on him, the familiarity of the voice of before, as if it was just next to him and watching him intently. He glanced, but didn't see anyone. Ignoring it for the moment, he looked back to the truck. He had the sense to move it. To lift it. Grasping tightly to upside down bumper of the truck, he pulled up, lifting it, raising it up rather easily, then turning it onto its side and pushing it away.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXThere, having been under the truck, Krystal lay. Her body somehow still intact, but crushed in a few places. Her head had split, and blood was in a puddle under her. One of her legs had been crushed, and her knee bent to the side, having been broken. Lestat's eyes were wide with a sudden panic of her death. She'd been caught in this explosion! He rushed to her side and felt that presence leave him, it having gotten Lestat to her finally.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHe'd looked down at her, blood tears welling up in his eyes. His one mortal friend having being slain in such a manner. Off in the distance he heard another explosion take place, another neighborhood being destroyed, more screams. Why was this happening?! Surely there were other ways to go about killing vampires! They didn't have to slaughter their own innocent kind like this!
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHis eyes were still on Krystal as his rage grew. The sight of his friend just making him more angry with all of this. It was disgusting at first, but now it hurt him on a deeper level. It was all but cut short when he felt a little thump. He blinked, the rage that painted his face washing away as he stared down at Krystal. He concentrated on her for a few seconds before sensing a small, tiny rush of blood from her. From within her, in her veins. His eyes widened, small trickles of blood having now painted his face that lead from his eyes to his cheeks.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “You're alive!” he said in a raised whisper to her, dropping to his knees next to her. But just barely, she was just barely alive. She must have braced herself when the truck came at her.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHe quickly, but carefully wrapped an arm around her shoulders and lifted her up, leaning her back against him and holding her tight to him, feeling her body against him for a moment, until he felt another little, weak pulse from her. But she was bleeding out, the top of her head was nothing short of a small fountain of blood. He couldn't believe this was happening. How could this happen?! Why?! Why her?! Why was she on this block when this happened?! It wasn't fair... And she was dying because of this.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHe felt another pulse.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXLestat couldn't hold back his tears. Blood leaking from the crevasses of his eye sockets. The sudden memory of that pendant that hung around her neck made him grip at her chest for it. It was still there. Still under her shirt, safe and sound... but why was it failing? It was supposed to protect her from death... That's what he'd picked up on earlier, right? Will had made this to protect her... It didn't occur to him for a few seconds that it would only protect her from supernatural death. That accidents... or a murder such as this didn't apply. That she could still very much die!
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHe felt a rage, a rage that this miracle pendant could oversee just how unnatural this whole accident was. It was useless! In his fit of rage, he reached through Krystal's shirt collar and into her shirt, grabbing the pendant and pulling it out, laying eyes on it for a moment before gripping it tight and snapping it off her neck. The pendant was important to Will, he'd picked that up earlier as well. And it was the respect for him that kept Lestat from just chucking it into the debris. He pocketed it, then leaned his head over Krystal's shoulder to look at her unconscious face... her dying face. He had a decision to make now. Either let her die... or...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXLestat knew how she felt about vampires, how she had felt about turning into one. That she wasn't entirely accepting of it. But she never actually said anything about not becoming one.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX'I think I would have a hard time dealing with such a life,' were her exact words back in nineteen-eighty seven, when he'd asked her if she would ever consider it.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHe felt another weak pulse in her. They were getting weaker, lighter... further apart. She was fading.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXBut the thought of all his fledglings stalled his decision making. Each one, one by one, had left him in some way or another. Gabrielle... his own mother, had grown bored of him after a few years. She became detached and wanted to experience new things, to get away from him and live on her own accord. She left him, but never grew a hatred towards him. Nicolas had practically resented him, turned his back on everything he once loved, no matter how much Lestat tried to persuade him. He'd grown distant from Lestat. And he ultimately met with a pyre end after a short decade... Louis, he'd hated Lestat. He knew that. He didn't want anything to do with him. And he left him after about a century. Ran off with that cruel child of theirs... Claudia... Sweet little Claudia... she tried to kill him! Resentful, spiteful little girl she was! She too met with an end in flames... One by one... each fledgling left him, each friend lost. It would be no different if Krystal died now, or within a century to him... she would leave... they all did. He could feel another little thump in Krystal's chest, but it almost stuttered, as if it was one of her last beats. He wished he could have asked her what she wanted. If she would want to die now, or be given the Dark Gift...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHe had no time to really think about this. It was now... or never. At least if she was turned, he'd have her for a little while longer... her friends would have her for a little while longer... and he remembered that she'd had a family... her family would need her, her little grandson that he'd only caught mental flashes of earlier. He'd need her. Even if she was a vampire, she'd be there.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHe didn't want to think any further on this subject. This was a good enough reason for him to finally lift his wrist to his mouth and bite into it, severing his vein and letting his blood gush out. He used his other hand to pull Krystal's jaw open and push his bleeding wrist into her mouth. He was just praying that she'd drink. That she would have some sort of consciousness to latch onto him and just drink. But there wasn't yet... nothing, his blood just pooled in her mouth, leaking out from her lips. Lestat was determined though. He tilted her head up and back, keeping his wrist to her mouth, the blood that settled in her mouth rushing backward and down her throat. As he bled, more fell into her throat, rushing down into her. It was worth the effort, it was worth the try.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHe suddenly felt a rather large thump in her chest as he held to her tightly. This pulse was strong, but weak, as if her heart had just giving it's last and final beat, giving up. Blood tears fell from his eyes again as he kept his wrist in place on her mouth, hopeful that it'd heal just before she would finally pass on. His face buried itself into the back of her head as he waited in hope.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXA minute of silence must have went by like this, just letting himself bleed into her, before he sensed a rush of blood. Then a thump of her chest. Then another thump. His eyes opened against the bloody mess of her hair and he lifted his head up, staring down at her with anticipating eyes. He even started to notice the wounds of her skull starting to heal, to mend themselves slowly. Lestat's eyes widened in the realization that it was working. She was healing! His blood was working! And within a few more seconds, he felt her coming to, her head trying to pull away weakly, but he kept her head still with his wrist still in place on her lips.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “It's me...” he whispered softly to her, then rested his lips on the top of her head gently. It seemed to calm her down somewhat, enough for her to stop her weak struggles against him. Her heart beat was strong again, and up to her normal rhythm.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXKrystal had been in a daze sitting there. But hearing Lestat's voice gave her a sense of comfort despite feeling something pressed to her mouth. She couldn't remember anything for a moment. And her mouth had a rich iron taste to it... it was good, delicious even. It took her a bit to realize what it was... blood. And Lestat was holding her, she could feel his lips resting on her head, his face buried into it in a loving way. It was Lestat's wrist that was pressed to her mouth. Lestat's blood that was dripping down her throat... She didn't know what happened. She didn't remember what would cause him to do this. A slight panic came over her at the thought of drinking his blood, and her eyes shot open.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “...” Her panic was shot down immediately. Flames were all she could see. Her thermal vision was showing nothing but flames to her right now. Hot buildings covered in flames. Fire all around them! Burning debris, upside down cars-- … cars... that truck. It started coming back to her. The explosion! The city had started blowing up more neighbors again! She'd been caught in this one... and the truck. That truck that was originally parked on the other side of the street. It was literally picked up and launched right at her with the explosion. She'd barely had time to register it coming at her in the chaos... That was all she remembered.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “I found you underneath a truck... you were dying,” she heard Lestat whisper through the top of her head, as if he'd been watching her memories with her, and filled in the blank that she wasn't conscious for to remember. But she was dying?... So then... She wasn't anymore?
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “...You're healing. My blood is turning you...” She heard him tell her, almost guiltily. “You're dead...” he added with a softer voice.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “...” She didn't want to believe it. She felt alive... she felt fine, in pain, but alive.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “It wont feel any different for a little while...” he told her and lifted his head slowly from the top of her scalp, looking down at her. With a soft, and apologetic demeanor.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXBut the damage had been done. She'd already been turned... or was in the process. It was already done. She couldn't help it anymore. And although she was saddened by it, even slightly angry at Lestat for doing this to her... she thanked it. She didn't want to die. She wasn't ready to die... her body may die, but she wasn't dead, she was still here. She was still alive.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXShe sat there for a few seconds, just taking in everything and accepting it for what it was. That she couldn't change it. Then her hands came up with a deep sigh before she grabbed hold of Lestat's hand and wrist, then pushed it to her mouth even more, starting to suck at his bleeding wound. She heard him let out a slight grunt as she did. That small tinge of pain that he felt as she sucked the blood from his veins. She'd accepted it, now she was embracing it, taking it from him. When he suddenly felt her mouth come off him, he went to pull his hand away, only to feel her pull it back, and watch her fangs unfold, then sink right into his wrist. He cried out lightly at the pain of her fangs cutting into him. His fangs were one thing, but her's were easily four times the size of his, and she sunk them in gum deep, he could almost feel her sucking his blood through her fangs, as if using two straws to help her drink it, getting deep into an artery.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXKrystal could feel a strength coming back to her. A great strength. Feel herself gaining an immense amount of energy from Lestat's blood as it rushed down the back of her throat. A sense of pure ecstasy filling her. She was practically inhaling his life essence into her. It tasted better than anything she'd ever had before, so good that no words could describe it. It made her feel warm from the inside out, something she'd never really experienced before, being cold blooded. It was something she couldn't stop, and she kept drinking it, letting it fill her mouth before she gulped it down.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXWhen Lestat started feeling the dry pain of his veins being emptied, he winced, and tugged at his wrist gently, trying to get her to stop. But she wouldn't. She'd drink him dry! He granted her one final drink before he ripped his wrist away from her, her fangs severing his flesh as he did, and he jumped back away from her, breathing heavily. Though the look on Krystal's face made him watch her carefully.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHer eyes were wide, and there was a sense of panic there. She was looking at her hands, covered in blood. Her face painted in Lestat's blood as it coated her lips and chin, even dripping down her neck. She was covered in her own blood as well from being hit and crushed by the truck. A sight of beauty was there to her. A beauty he'd birthed, but she was panicked at what was happening now. He could see she was starting to change. That surprise and confusion on her face as she stared at the flames, admiring them. He could only imagine how her sight was changing. He knew she had thermal vision to begin with, he wasn't sure if that was just enhancing, or her sight was literally changing to become like his, with definition and true colors, perhaps it'd tun into a combination of both.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXAnother explosion happened in the distance, yet another few blocks being blown up. And Krystal had immediately covered her ears in a frantic manner, screaming out in the pain that her new sensitive hearing was causing her. He had to get her out of here. This wasn't going to be a good place to adjust.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHe was weakened, but he ignored it and walked over to her, crouching down to her and lifting her up in a bridal hold as she kept her hands firmly planted on either side of her head, covering her still ringing ears. She could probably hear the screams that he heard again. The same cries of pain and agony... of death. Without wasting anymore time, he carried her off. Though not as fast as he would have liked, he was still weak and unable to use as much strength as before. He doubted he could have lift that truck as easily now, it probably would have taken quite a bit of effort now.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXComing to the hospital, he only waited at the door long enough for it to automatically open before he moved in a blur, carrying Krystal up to the hall where he found her earlier. He was near the room that Chelsea had been assigned, but he wasn't sure which room Krystal belonged in, he hadn't gotten to see it yet. Movement came from just under his line of sight and he looked down at Krystal in his arms, she'd still had a pained look on her face from her sensitive hearing, a ringing still aching in her head. But she pointed down the hall. He followed her guide and brought her into an ordinary hospital room. Lestat had carefully dropped her to her feet, and saw her head straight for her bathroom.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “...” It was already starting. When she shut the door behind her, he gave a great sigh. Of relief and guilt... and of wonder, how she would react to him now. Would she be like Nicki and start resenting him immediately, would he luck out and she turn out to be more like his mother, embracing her new powers and skills, taking joy in them, and enjoy his presence for a while... least of all, he hoped she didn't turn out to be more like Claudia. Claudia almost killed him completely... but Krystal was much stronger, and more wise, she could actually do it if she wanted to.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHe stayed quiet and waited patiently, waiting for Krystal to emerge from her bathroom. After a few minutes Lestat had moved over to her bed and sat on the edge of it, going through the possibilities of what would become of her. She'd change, he was sure of that... but he wasn't sure how. He found himself falling back onto the bed and starting up at the ceiling, counting the millions of little black spots in the tiles. When he heard a painful groan coming from the bathroom, his eyes closed. It started. Her body was already dying. Much faster than anyone else he'd witnessed being transformed. But he'd never seen a mutant turn, he wasn't sure if all mutants reacted faster, or maybe Cobra's old immune system had a part in it.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHe must have laid there, with his hands over his chest, his fingers laced together, and his eyes closed for a few minutes before he heard the sound of water running. The shower. Krystal was cleaning herself up. He couldn't help but let his mind wonder to the day he changed. And how useful a bathroom would have been back then... would have made it much less messy.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXWhen she finally came out, he sat up and looked at her. She'd gotten dressed in some new clothes. She must of have had some here incase she was going to be here for a while. She had a different look to her. Her skin had changed to that flawless, porcelain-like paleness. Her eyes had dulled to a light tan that reflected the lights in the room and the colors. And her movements, which just a while ago were human within her own mutant being, now had a gracefulness to them as she walked over to table in the room and went through the items quickly that were sitting upon it. Lestat could see the wonder and amazement in her eyes as she looked at them, discovering new sights to them, even new feels. She grabbed a pair of glasses from the table. One's he sort of recognized from the eighties. Her vision changing glasses. He watched as she put them on for a second, then took them off, giving a scoff as she dropped them to the table carelessly.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “What is all this?” she asked, though it made him blink. He'd heard a voice. Not a hissing. And she noticed it too after she spoke, a confused look coming to her face before she looked up to him with those pale, tan eyes. He could practically see his reflection in the both of them.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “What is... what?” he asked, coming off the bed and walking towards her. He could no longer hear her thoughts.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “This!” she said, and gestured all around them. Again she had a voice, and lovely it was. Feminine, but not so much, and tad deeper than normal females', but not so much that it wasn't befitting of her.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXBut he was still confused.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “I don't know what you mean, Krystal... I see nothing...” Lestat told her and reached up, grasping her chin gently and looking into her eyes. Nothing was wrong with them that he could see.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “Everything is different!” she said, nearly yelling, she hadn't learned to control the supernatural volume levels of her voice. He had to gesture a whisper to her in order for her to speak lower. “Everything is different...”
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “Everything does seem different when you change... Enhanced.”
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “No.. different, different,” she said. “It's like I’m wearing my glasses, but I'm not!” Her voice started to raise again.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “You have to keep your voice down...” he told her. Then followed it up with, “Your vision has simply changed. It has enhanced, you're probably seeing a combination of heat and images.”
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “But this...” she said, keeping her voice low, though unsteady. She slapped her hand against the wall. “This looks different! This!” Her hand wiped around it in a circular motion.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “How so?” Lestat asked, watching her.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “...” She was silent for a moment, her hand still rubbing the wall. Krystal was feeling the texture. It was new to her now. But she looked off to the side and reached, grabbing the vase from the table and holding it up to the wall, looking at them with knitted brows of confusion.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “These look the same...” she said softly, with doubt in her voice.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXLestat's brow hitched hearing this. The vase and wall had no likeness to each other. The only thing he could see that was the same, was the color. A very light, almost seafoam green. Perhaps aqua. That's when it clicked. She wasn't seeing the wall and vase as each other. She was seeing color. He chuckled at her and saw her give him a look. He stopped his laughing, seeing the silent threat, but kept a small grin, and reached over her, taking the vase carefully.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “You're seeing color,” he told her and set the vase back down on the table. “It's everywhere. It's natural. Everyone sees it.”
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “...” The only time Cobra had remembered seeing color, was in her thermal vision, and the small amount of gradient that her glasses granted. But she hadn't known that was color. She had lived with it just being heat. Looking around the room, she did infact notice it everywhere. “...I didn't know there were so many...” she whispered.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX He smiled to her. “There are more when you become a vampire. You're probably seeing millions of colors right now, and don't even know it. Mortals probably only see maybe ten thousand different hues...” he said, watching her as she stepped away from him and over to a framed painting on the wall. She stared at it intently, her eyes wide, discovering all these colors that made up the image of a scenery of a field of different colored flowers.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX “It's so surreal...” she said softly and reached up, taking the painting off the wall and stepping over to her bed. Krystal seemed to glide as she climbed a leg up onto it and sat in the middle, placing the painting down, flat on the mattress and continuing to stare at it, fascinated by it.

 

[Bionic Pikachu]

Suddenly, explosions went off around them on the street, waves of smoke filling the streets. The explosion wasn't even directly near them and she could still feel the effects strongly. Screams of the dying, the scared, and the hurt erupted in the streets, the scents of burning flesh and metal wafted into the air, mixed with the poisonous vervain. And upon breathing in the deadly mix, she started coughing, realizing what this was. They were at it again. Killing more than just vampires this time. Innocents, humans, mutants, and undead alike. With stinging eyes, she reached around, the thick smoke making it hard to see, the screaming, sirens, and chaos around them made it hard to hear.

She started coughing up a fit with the effects of the vervain, "R-Remy!" She called out, they needed to get out of here, before another set of explosions would go off. She could sense that the survivors were running towards any sort of exit from this chaos, and she could see ahead of them, things seemed safer. But soon she realized, she was completely wrong.

Another set of explosions went off at the bases of the buildings down the street.A few cars too close to the building were brought into the air at least partway, thrown into the street as debris flew out into the sky and the street. They were boxing them in! Everyone! She screamed as another wave of smoke and vervain came wafting through the streets. She coughed up a fit, her eyes stinging, her lungs aching, they needed to get out of here before the flames from the explosions could get to them.

 

[Ignis_Scientia2010]

((you'll have to send me the pic link again))

Remy felt himself growl a bit as Chels and Will talked about him like he wasn't there. "Ya know, I CAN still hear y'all" he snapped at them. He was about to continue when the sound of explosions gained his attention. He looked around as new scents starting hitting him. One actually made his lungs burn and he started coughing. He searched through the smoke, finally latching on to Chels' hand. "What...is this?" he asked her, coughing again. His eyes were starting to sting.  

[Tarot_Nightmare]

William grabbed Remy and Chelsea,pulling them out of the way of flying debris. "We need to get out of here,I know a safe place,hopefully he won't mind us imposing on him." he said running and motioning for Remy and Fang to follow.

 

[Bionic Pikachu]

She coughed and nodded, before running after William, luckily, with their vampire speed it was easy to keep up, the only thing that slowed them down was the traces of vervain in her system, but as she got farther away it was much easier to deal with. "Where are we going?" She asked as she followed him.

 

[Tarot_Nightmare]

"To a safe place,thats all i can tell you,I'll let him explain it to you when we arrive." He said rushing around a corner. he led them down a side street and then finally up to the front of a large house. He knocked on the door,using the large brass door knocker. after a few moments the door creaked open and William pulled them inside.

 

[Bionic Pikachu]

She nodded again. Making sure Remy could keep up as they made their way to the large house, only to be pulled inside quickly by William. The place was big, and no doubt someone of importance lived here. But at least they'd be safe for a while, the smells of blood and terror outside faint now. She looked herself over breifly once she was inside, besides the faint pain still in her lungs, and around her body from the vervain gas, she was fine, any burns from the explosions were healing, and she was just a little dirty from the flying dust and shrapnel everywhere. She didn't see any of this chaos stopping anytime soon, New York was going crazy, the vampire population rising, and so were their fears.

~~

Damon could hear the explosions in the distance and quickly grabbed Elena's hand, before pulling her up into his arms and darting off with great speed until they were a good distance away. He put her down then. "Eh...sorry, force of habit." He said smiling. He forgot that she was stronger now and didn't need his help. "And as for your question, more or less~ i've become close with a mutant vampire girl. she's a fiesty one," He said.

 

[Tarot_Nightmare]

"Welcome to the Sanctum Sanctorum." A voice echoed from atop the stairs. ' William Priest. It has been a long time." "Doctor Strange." William said bowing courteously.

 

[Illyria1376]

Vampire
"Find someone else to play with. Maybe you can compel yourself a friend."

Elena smiled. "No worries, Stefan used to forget too. And everyone else for that matter." She said softly. "A mutant vampire? I haven't met any. Though I've been by myself for about a year." She turned to look down the street. "What exactly happened back there. What's with the bombs?" She asked having not knowing what was happening around the city, as she had spent the last year in the countryside alone.

 

[Bionic Pikachu]

Fang looked up when she heard footsteps and a voice. Doctor Strange? She glanced at William for a second, before figuring it best to follow his lead and bow as well.

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Damon nodded. "Decided to turn her bout a year back, quite a tricky thing to do." He said before looking in the direction of the explosions. "They're trying to rid the city of vampires....the undead population is growing, my new home was attacked just the other night." He scoffed, "try to propose peace and what do i get?" He muttered. Though all in all, peace wasn't exactly what he was proposing in the first place. "They've learned of vervain, and have sources, so no where is really safe..." He said.

 

[Tarot_Nightmare]

Doctor Strange returned their bow. "So,what brings you three to my door?" "The city is under attack,we needed a safe place to hide until the explosions stop..." William said without losing eye contact. "I'm aware,the Vampire hunters are becoming reckless. which tells me that you three are members of the undead?"

 

[Illyria1376]

Vampire
"Find someone else to play with. Maybe you can compel yourself a friend."

Elena thought for a moment. "Why don't you leave the city then." She said with a curious look. "And what about the human's? Aren't they going to get caught in the crossfire? Seems a but much." She said slightly shocked by what was happening around them.