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"Please...come back!" She called after the small dragon and sadly sobbed into her hands. "I don't want to be alone anymore."

She was blessed with good vision at night, another mystery to her. She followed.

Pushing the gate open with her purple doc martin, the quiet rustling of chains could be heard dangling from her boots. Her shaded eyes using the night vision she had hidden there. She knew she would look like a typical gothic woman visiting a graveyard late at night, but usually, goth chicks didn't carry silver crossbows with blessed arrows. Nor the U.V. rounds she had in her magnum. All concealed under her purple trenchcoat that matched everything else purple about her. Her hair, for instance was also purple. When asked why, she would typically reply that she wanted to be memorable. To see a blur of purple before her marks died. Why she had switched to the undead? Perhaps a new challenge?

The sound and light of a zippo lit up through the fog and the darkness, until the moon became uncovered, giving her a clear view of the lines of tombstones. Snapping it shut, she slid it into an inside pocket, walking down to the masoleum and possibly where crypts were. Her line of vision never wavering from straight in front of her, the crunch of stones underfoot only serving to scare away some of the night time foragers that dared to enter such a damned location.

The music coming from only god knew where was one thing she hadn't been expecting. She would attempt to locate its source, but her detector hadn't been going off, unless of course, it wasn't fully charged as usual. Flicking her ashes she took another puff, determination and a blank expression upon her face as she continued her investigation, searching for certain signs of vampires.

Stopping at an open tomb, she took a quick scan of the area, before placing a purple glove along its side, ducking in to see if it was without a body, which it was. Checking the ground for drag marks, she noted she didn't see any. Meaning whoever it was, left of their own accord. Hearing a sudden howl she rolled her eyes underneath her shades. "Save it for someone that'll work on. Sheesh." Whispered annoyed words, but this would be a start. She had yet to kill a vampire, but it cuoldn't be much different than killing mortals. Offer more of a challenge anyways, leaning against the tomb, she smoked her marlboro in peace, watching the clouds roll by in the moonlight.

stands in the grave yard "crow i know that raven told you about me here i am come get me if you can ahahahah" ivan finds a gravestone to sit on and waits

"i know he is coming you better be right about his weak spots and why must i not harm him he is useless to us"

A purple portal ripped open in the graveyard and from it stepped the seven foot, four inch tall phyrexian preator. Gix. The horrific creature had an evil grim smile upon his face. "Now that I have no witnesses to watch. I will take pleasure in ridding you of life. You will learn the hard way just how perfect Phyrexian's are in terms of battle fleshbag" Gix stated flexing his metallic fingers waiting for a response from Ivan.

Gix ignored his childish taunts and shook his head with a sneering smirk. "You really are a bafoon. Pay attention. You won't get another chance to see" Gix bolted each one of his metal feet crushing into the ground with that perfected mechanoid precision. Each step was carefully planned by his cyborg like brain gaining the maximum velocity possible for a being of his size and weight. All six hundred some pounds of Gix came rushing at Ivan at blinding speed. The momentum would be far too much to stop with some simplistic style maneuvar.

The life form might have clung to Gix but that didn't stop his huge momentum as he slammed into ivan at a high speed. Such an impact from a large metallic construct would probably kill him. Or break enough bones in his body to render him useless. Gix knew of Creeping Mold. It wasn't very hard to get rid of. The boy was fool thinking it would stop Gix from plowing into him though.