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Jasie’s hollow, yet malicious eyes focused on the two men and her bottom lip quivered in hunger. But she knew her taste was better then that, so she, and her depraved shadowy evil presence, left with only the aura of sinister yearning to follow at her feet.

((Exit’s to find trouble))

"Oh. s**t." Alex then sidesweeped the transformed vampire and ran.

((I'm a lycan, not a vampire))

[Enters Deamon Scaduz "Tainted Sucubuss"]

Deamon start walking along the dark graveyard sensing the remnants of a recent battle.

*Elle opens the gate and enters the graveyard. She hasn't drank any blood all night...and the bloodlust is acting so weak, it hasn't come to its full potential. Elle walks up for a few 10 minutes and finds a tomb. She lays down on the cool marble top and rests her body for a while. She closes her eyes and starts making up a symphony in her mind.*

Ceon walked through the gates of the graceyard.. The dead silence in this place was calming to him, which let him collect his thoughts. He walked over to a large tombstones with 2 smaller ones beside it. He knelt down at the large tombstone and layed a lily down at the grave. He stared at the epitaph, which had shards of vine stuck to the side, which read "A love broken away before her time came." A tear rolled down Ceon's cheek as he started to talk to the gravestone. "Marissa, I miss you so much right now.I almost came to you today at the cause of a berserk werewolf. I just couldn't let myself get killed though. I still have to fulfill my promise. But now I get to finally get closer to finding who murdered you and our young boys. Oh gosh, I used to be so much stronger when you were around, physically, mentally and spiritually. I must go now, I have much to do."

A dark ominous hooded figured, with the shape and the grace of a woman, crept through the rickety and rusty old gate to the Grave yard. The only bit of color on this creature was the dull colored sapphire blue hair that seemed to trickle light water out from beneath the hood, down to the figure's knees. Her face could not be seen for the hood she wore had a low brim that ended at her nose and rippled playfully in the wind, creating a shadow in the moonlight on the rest of her features.

She held her head low as she walked, her arms stiff by her sides and not moving with each step as they should be, as if she were some kind of phantom. Only the very ends of her hair lifted around her sides and waved around behind her in the slight breeze of her movement.

She herself could not quite answer the question as to why she decided to come to such and eerie place at this hour, or even if she would ever have a reason to. She was rather temperamental at the moment though since her thoughts were fleeing from her control. A walk might help to calm her jumpy mind and possibly get away from all existence, which is why this would be the perfect place, a spot of non existence. Perfect... She thought.

Okay so now she knows why she is here, but now could not answer the question as to what to do, or how long to stay here. This troubled her now and she went to sit down on what seemed to be an old crumbling stone bench, or maybe it just looks like it's crumbling because it has cracks in it? Who knew. So she sat there and lifted her hands up to the brim of her hood, exposing her pale, somewhat pretty face to the moonlight with a flick of her wrist. She took a moment to gaze up at the moon, and then reached into her pocket to pull out a small little blue book with a black ballpoint pen, and then opened the book to see poems shes written over the past few months. Of course this was not her only book since she's been alive. She probably has thousands of boxes filled with little pocket poem books that are filled with poems, yet somehow her inspiration never fails her what with all that she's written.

She gazed up at the moon once more and smirked and began to jot down little words, stroke by stroke as a poem came to mind. Well, now she knows what to do, and the time she spends here doing it will figure itself out.