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Razu face was working into a stone status, "Those Vampires aren't good in anyway. Expecially that Veroen. Smell. He's been here as well. Now as for who killed Ceon...it was the demon Daiguren." He let Kon take the full wieght of Ceon and Razu transformed into his wolf, 'I don't think I ever showed Ceon my wolf.' He began to dig steadily into the ground make a typical graveburial hole.

Razu suddenly laughed though the laughter didn't reach his eyes,'Ha. I'm not like that Kon. All I'm going to do is kill the b*****d when I meet him. Speaking of which I wanna go to the junk yard to see if there's anything useful in there. I once found a loaded and working old gun before. It's a beautiful smithman ship. Good thing its made of iron or else I wouldn't be able to hold it.'

Veroen silently, and with no indication of his presence, appeared from the shadows, to stand next to the hole where Ceon was to be buried. He noticed Razu exit right before Veroen himself had arrived into the area. He looked silently, with a sad look on his face, toward Ceons body, which was resting on another Lycans lap. He recognized this Lycan to be Konstantine. He silently stared at the Lycan for a moment, before kneeling down next to Konstantine, not taking his eyes off of Ceon's body. He let out a sigh, not really knowing how this Lycan would react to his presence here. He had come here to pay his respects to Ceon, not to cause trouble.

Jean couldn’t remember how long it’s been since she last been here. It almost seemed like forever ago-- but she knew differently. The creaky gate was still a comforting touch as she entered the graveyard. The dark burnt patches of earth indicated teens having their fun and the lack of the grounds keeper in watering the grass. The summer breeze waffled through the tree branches and stirred up the newly leaves. It’s rain-like sound brought pleasant memories of her childhood and actually brought a smile to her face. For a mere moment, she felt like she was home again. She could almost hear her sister laughing and her mother and father yelling playfully at one another. She could almost smell home made apple pie, baking and setting out to cool on the window sill.

Jean swayed in the breeze, holding and hugging herself-- trying to keep a hold of that memory. Wishing it would never stop. That this feeling of complete contentment-- would never end or go away.

Jean held onto herself a mere second more-- even after she heard the crushing of leaves and twigs near her. Yet she slowly gazed in the direction-- and as she looked upon the individuals face, lit by moonlight. Jean gasped in shock, yet her pupils dilated in astonishment-- for Kashkin solemnly changed it seemed, his appearance was that of another person. But as she heard him whisper and talk to, two grave stones-- Jean immediately walked away, wishing she could do the same-- that she had a family to visit, a grave to talk to, someone to lean on. The fact of the matter was-- she didn’t. Not anything remotely, the same to Kashkin’s. But she did know of a grave that was always as lonely as she felt-- and that’s where she went.

Jean found her way towards ‘Mr. or Mrs.’ Good Riddance. Till this day, Jean still had no idea if it was a grave of a woman or male. But it’s usually a male who get’s branded with a gravestone like this. So she casually leaned up against the stone, and smirked at how hooligans demolished, ruined and defiled the gravestone and it‘s surrounds. It only made her feel even more attached to him-- It just seems that the world, no matter what you are, do or what you've did-- condemns you.
“Hey stranger--" She whispered looking down at the headstone, "How’s life treating you...?" She paused, "Well to me-- it looks like your getting it pretty, bad.” Jean chuckled, yet she kicked away beer bottles and trash scattered among the grave.

Kashkin didn't seem to react at first. When Jean offered him company, he turned to her, the same look on his face, but with an obvious fake smile.

"Oh, hey......" Kashkin seemed to be semi-distant still. True, his hand instinctively began to reach for the back of his belt, but it stopped, and once again rested at his side. He put the hand into his pants pocket, looking at Jean.

"Sure, company would be nice for a bit....." He paused, looking at both stance, eyes, and the kind of feeling he was getting from her.

"Relax. I forbid myself to ever fight in this graveyard some time ago... unless provoked to do so." Kashkin let out a sigh, the name Kevin striking somewhere deep in his head and heart. No, it definetally wasn't indigestion this time.

"It's been ages since anyone used my real name.... Almost feels foreign. I actually forgot it once or twice, too. But hey, can't sign checks with the name Kashkin, can I?" Kevin laughed a bit, but the mood was still the same.

"....I miss my grandparents.... They were so close, just like a second pair of parents..... They died a while back, but I visit their grave now and then, just to say hi.... It's sad, but at the same time I'm happy. They lived fufilling lives, and I got to spend lots of time with them." Kevin looked at the grave, then back to Jean's eyes. He looked Jean over, admiring both outer beauty and skills that could kill. Almost as if he was moved by this, he spoke.

"Just like a beautiful rose with thorns..... I suppose that's what you look like."

Kevin said it aloud, but it didn't at all bother him. It was the truth. Vampires were his sworn enemies, for the rest of his life. That would never change 'till the day he died. However, just because he was out to destroy them didn't mean he had to think like a barbarian. He was human, and vampires were too at one point.

Kevin tilted his head slightly, looking at Jeans face. He had a peculiar and mischevious yet innocent face on. Slowly, he closed the gap with a single step and reached up, moving a hand up to Jean's face. He gently began moving a bit of hair around on her head, smiling softly as he did so.