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She smiled and tried to pull him down to her again. She was doing it to piss off the girl she had fought with before. Pretending she was unimportant to her. She welcomed Diego's tounge in her mouth and bit it.

The cigarrette bounce off his arm and onto the ground harmlessly. Diego refused to go down. Instead he hoisted her up. His tongue bled freely into her mouth. While his hands traveled her body.

(Enter's Graveyard from Central Park)


Jasie had Layna on her mind and Tankiko as well, as she strode into the Iron medevil gates of the Graveyard. The smell of death and other things came to Jasie attention, but she hardly ignored them as she stumbled unknowingly to Good Riddence's grave. "I'm sorry old friend, it seems I've forgot to visit you lately..." Jasie laughed without humor. "ah, right." Jasie stopped in mid-laugh as she remember her usual habits with the man or... well marked grave.

Jasie's attention was finally broken by a man with pure disgust on his face and the smell that lurked in the graveyard finally broke through Jasie's defences and smuthered her. It didn't smell all that bad if you consided most nights she, herself must cast of a smell like this as well, but just the look on his [Zach's] face made Jasie feel dirty. With a small shrug of one shoulder, Jasie walked over to the man and glaced over to were his on going attention was held at. "Hmm, I see now." Jasie said with disgust in her voice and in her eyes, as she saw the same two lovebirds she had argued with two nights ago. [Diego and Astarte] Jasie looked at them for a mere second and chuckled hysterically. "Still at it I see, have you made any lycan brat babies yet, or are you merely running blanks Diego." Jasie said but generally talking to them both, but looking at Astarte's master Diego.

Still holding his nose from the burning of alcohol, Zach glanced to the woman who had appeared next to him, as if from nowhere...it would have startled him a few weeks ago, but getting accustomed with the "new" New York had certainly dulled his sense of surprise..."Yup they're still at it...like rabbits..."

"Move and you get ten U.V. bullets in your back, along with a few extra meant to pierce 17 feet of solid concrete."

Kashkin was sitting up, amazed that he was alive, and moving for that matter. His body still ached, and he had pains in some pretty weird places, but all in all, he could still shoot.

He glanced around, obviously noticing he was in a graveyard. He had been here before, and now, he was back once again. Why? When? Ah, those were good questions that should have been asked.

However, Kashkin didn't give a damn.

"Uhg.... Son of a.... Ahhh...."

Kashkin finally got up to a knee, aiming both Gen and Vizury, his ultimate weapons, right at the guy in front of him. His muscles were a bit stiff, but they could still react. His clothes were covered in blood, and his sweatshirt was being held together by only God knew what. He took it off, revealing little glass pieces inside his arms and such, and was now shirtless. He began pulling some out with his teeth, none of them in his stomach, maybe two in his back, and some in his legs. He did have half of his neclace though. He would find the rest later. He knew exactly who had it.

Mental note. Glass plus grenades equals a damned genius.

Only not really.

"So.... who saved me, and where is the said person or persons?"

Kashkin was NOT in a joking mood. It was worse than waking up with a hangover. Worse than losing a pair of socks!

He. Was. Pissed.

Slowly Turning to Kashkin, Vince held his hands behind his back and grew his claws to about a foot in length. The man had a well developed armada pointed towards Vince, but Vince had secrets of his own. "OH!...... you... awoke........................ Thisss... isss... troublesssome................... did... you... hear... anything?.... I... wasss... jussst... looking... to.... find.... food.......................... for... you... and... the... girl...................... I... sssaved... you..." Vince knew his alibi was not going to go over well. He had been careless, but perhaps it didn't matter anymore. feeding would be very, very soon.