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Wynter gave him a sweet smile and gave him a hug. "You look sad...whats wrong?"

She smiled. "Ok, but if there is something bothering you....I will be angry if you don't tell me." Seh grabbed his hand and stood next to him.

Kashkin's finger twitched. It was obvious that the sheer fact that he wasn't at full strength was why he didn't want to battle. If he was forced to, however, it was up in the air as to who would win.

His teeth clenched.

"Well, thanks for the save, but I got places to be."

He holstered Vizury, keeping gen aimed at the guy. A sawed off shotgun glinted from his side pocket as he knelt down to pick up the girl who he had known had healed him.

"She's comming with me for questioning. After that, you can have her."

Kashkin walked backwards, using his heels and keen sense of footing to tell where he was going. He didn't even blink, his eyes never leaving the hissing man.

Hissing was always bad. In every movie, every situation in real life, and snakes. Kashkin liked snakes just as much as he liked tunafish.

He didn't.

He was slowly but surely making his way in the direction of the hunter's base, and his own house which was probably burnt to the ground by now.

Vince was a simple person, and he hated complications. If every day he found himself hasving to deal with the stress of just this night, he'd stop taking his medication all-together. Taking a step towards Kashkin, Vince brought his claws into view and into a swaggering fight stance. "Im... afraid... You... wont... be... leaving... yet.................... we... ssstill... hunger... and... I... must... feed... them..." The effects of Vinces meds where starting to weaken, And he himself falttered in his speech. "Ssstay... put... or... sssufer... the... consequences..."

Serenity slowly came back to consciousness. She looked about, realizing she wasn't in the Residential district, she became worried. She looked at the man holding her, and recognized it was the man she saved. She wasn't sure to be afriad or happy. So, she started flailing about.
"Put me down!!! Put me down! Put me DOWN!!!!"

((Answers Kashkin's remark/last rp post))

"Even the ugly ones look good when they want to and besides, some people think their not good looking because they've done such ugly things in their life. And consider themselves monters and hidious for it." Jasie through back at him with honesty in her eyes. "Why don't you put that gun away handsome, or at least use it." Jasie told him. "ME?!? am I hungry, well... even though I'd like to have a bite, I'll have to decline, I'm not in a bloodlust mood... and besides, I think I wanna see you again and have a REAL, good time." Jasie looks at him with interest. "But... the thing is, I'm not going to let you take her with you as you either walk limping or bleeding back to whoever and where ever you think you were taking her to... Sorry! But maybe we can take a rain check on wednsday, that is... if your still alive and breathing" Jasie looked at him and tried to size him up. He looked weak and drained from strenght, so Jasie knew his best choice would be to leave the girl and walk, but she didn't think it would go that way. Especially with that other man's bloodlust look in his eyes. Jasie felt a little sorry for him, yet knew he only brought this on to himself. He choice his path in life, or was forced upon it like her, but either way. Their both standing here and by the looks of things, going to fight. "Impolite..." Jasie almost laughted when he said that. "You killed my kind, so when was is all great and ingood nature to be polite to the ones you kill?" Jasie asked him, in spite and in good humor. Jasie knew some of her kind diserved it, but still. He was no better then her kind or lycans, we all kill to survive, so therefore. It must be alright to do so, yet we all just have all this conflict from hell aganist each other, fate you could say it is, Jasie laughted at that. as Kashkin winked at her, Jasie switched her off standish lay back additude to combat and knew it was to come. "By the way, I'm Jasie Sloan." Jasie winked back at him, "And It may be a pleasure, but I'll see if it's worth remembering your name when this is all over, Kashkin." Jasie said with pure delight in the up coming fight, yet she knew she'd just watch the whole battle between the men first, just to amuse herself. The wind blew and moved Jasie's hair as it danced in the moonlight, never once covering the on going contact with Kashkin's eyes.
Jasie notice the calmness in his eyes and was impressed with that and him for having that in a situation like this. Jasie looked at the crimson stained glass, in his upper body and wanted to pull them out only to make this a fare fight, but is would only drive the other man's bloodlust worse. This wasn't a fare fight and Jasie disliked it for the simple reason for that. But she admired Kashkin for going into another battle, even though he was still wounded and weak.

((I don't see it, umm... weird))

Kashkin's mind, at that moment, snapped.

There are times when the mind shoots past is normal limit, comprehending and reacting to everything around you. Not only that, but emotions seem to go off the charts. It could bring emotional tears of pain, uncontrollable rage, or sheer paranoia.

Well, Kashkin's mind hit that point. Or, rather, should I say Kevin.

Kevin felt hands behind him, pulling on the girl, and disappearing almost instantly. He knew instantly it was the girl, yet another vampire. He did notice that the girl was awake, and hoped she could fend for herself.

He saw the graveyard in a different way, saw things not normally seen this way. He knew the gravestone would connect with him if he didn't react. He saw the claws and lust for the liquid of life pumping in his veins. Kevin moved into action.

Bending at a very akward angle, Kevin launched himself to the left, calculating the angle and speed he was now moving at. He slammed his right foot down, spinning himself counterclockwise in the air, and stopping himself, upside down, doing a handstand with his right hand. His hair hung down, swaying fluently as he did just that. He fired off five shots in such rapid sucession that it was nearly inhuman, like a machine gun almost. Those bullets would either hit the vampire (Vince) and literally blow holes in him, or force him to dodge.

The gravestone had flown past him, crashing in the background.

Kevin spoke after firing, still hanging upside down and holding the handstand with his right hand alone, legs pointed up in the air. His face was stolid, void of emotion.

"Jasie Sloan.... I will remember that."

Kevin (a.k.a. Kashkin) had no tone to his voice. It was almost machine-like. This fight, right here, would be all Kashkin had left. He would need at least a day or two's rest if he were to go back out into the feild. Not to mention he had such bad luck with running into vampires.

However, he had one thing that the others didn't, vampire or not.

Kashkin was and still is out of his damned mind.