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After having waited for quite some time, Dorenel looked for where the notes he sent were at the moment. They were nowhere. That was not a pleasant sign, for it meant that some other force had tampered with his spells that had sent the notes and the notes had in a way self-destructed to keep the message hidden. In Dorenel's reckoning there were only a few being that knew him and were powerful enough to stop his message. One was the witch, Rosara, but she knew better than to interfere directly with Dorenel's dealings. There were also some powerful demons that could be the cause, but he had no more evidence to go on, so he cast the matter from thought for now. The main thing that needed to happen at the moment was for him to meet with the two leaders he had intended to meet. So after creating protective spells around himself, he took his staff and went out. And headed for the Lionheart building. Upon arriving he went to an appropriate place and requested to be taken to see Destiny, although the person he was talking to knew it was an order. Dorenel was then taken to the room in which Destiny was in. Entering in a subtle manner making almost no sound until after Destiny stopped talking when he touched his staff to the floor. It let out a soft noise that faintly echoed in the room

"Well I see you recruted the witch I found," Rex stated as he slid into one of the many chairs around the conference table. He then picked up the stack of papers that were duplicates of the seeminly dangerous, vampiric text and begain to flip through them.

As he skimmed over the pages, Rex could make out bits and parts from the stationary, but over all could not make heads nor tails of the situation. Translating text from different races never was his strong suit.

Tramer quickly making his way out of the insulation was glad to see night had retaken the streets, transverseing the many allays and back roods Tramer made his way to an old abandoned building in the middle of no were, entering building Tramer headed for the basement, he approached an old rusty metal door, the door opened with a loud screech reviling a elaborately decorated room. Closing the door behind him Tramer un-strapped his sword form his back and hung it on the far wall along with an large veriety of other swords and daggers, Tramer then sat heavily on a bed composed of many pillows of versus sizes, Tramer took an quick over look of his layer, “it just not home…” Tramer said just before something cot his eye, on the eastern wall, right of the doorway was a soot of plat armor, the majority of the metal looked almost like platinum decorated with gold, the gold looked as fire burning on the surface of the armor, thou instantly Tramer noticed a piece of the armor was missing form its place, the helmet was gone. Tramer jumped up pulling out both his pistols, seemingly out of nowhere Rosara appeared right in front of Tramer, the helmet in her hands.

“so, why do you keep such items? Do you enjoy the pain of your past?” Rosara said a smirk on her face, “I have something you might find interesting” Rosara said reaching toward Tramer two pieces of parchment in her hand.

Tramer took the parchment and the helmet from her, approaching the rest of the armor Tramer started to read the text on the paper, Tramer turned back toward Rosara, “were did you find this?” Tramer asked seeing it was two pages from the journal.

“I don’t recall…” the witch said a content smirk on her face “I would suggest you find the rest before you start handing them over to Constance…its not smart to trek a path you can not see” Rosara said turning away from Tramer heading for the door.

Tramer blinked and Rosara vanished, Tramer just shook his head and turned facing the set of armor, placing the helmet back in its place a memory flashed through his mind, Tramer was wearing the armor, he was knelling before a fresh grave, he leaned on his sword for support looking down at the freshly turned soil, Tramer was rolling a ring in-between his fingers of his free hand, a man wearing similar armor but with a crown on top his head approached from behind, “come, the night is approaching, are enemy will not waste time on there march…none of use will live through this night, at lest show them your anger, fight till your last breath in her name…come my sun” the man said holding out his hand to Tramer, reluctantly Tramer took the man’s hand lifting himself back to his feet.

Tramer shook his head forcing his thoughts off the memory, Tramer began to closely inspect the two journal pages, he laughed at the first half of the text, it was the last stages of a plan to make the vampire virus air born, Tramer found this hard to even contemplate, if this was to happen vampires would overrun the world exterminating humanity for food, they would then quickly have to turn to animal life for food, it would only take a few decades for the vampires to wipe themselves out along with countless other creatures. Tramer continued reading and next thing that was mentioned sounded far more appealing to Tramer, it spoke of ancient demons long since sealed away, thou the references were extremely vague, it seemed not even the writer new much at the time this was written.

Constance sighed and stood, snapping her fingers. A young looking vampire came in through the door and bowed. "I have told you many times not to bow to me, have I not?" She said to the boy.

"Sorry." He said quickly. "You wanted me?" Delight shone on his face.

"Yes, child. I want you to take this to Tramer. I asume you will know where he is, my little tracker. Won't you?" She smiled slyly as she handed the boy a folded piece of paper.

The boy grabbed the paper and nodded. "Of course. I think I already know where he is." He smiled and ran out of the room.

"Good boy..." Constance whispered. Tim was her trusted mesanger and he had never let him down. Out of all the vampires alive today, he was one of the best trackers. She smiled and went into her sleeping chamber to take a nap.

Tim took a peek at the paper and sighed. So, the next meeting is in three days and Tramer is needed... Of course he didn't mind. He liked Tramer. He was sort of an idol to Tim. He smiled as he ran to the place he was pretty sure Tramer would be. He went up to the closed door and knocked.

Yuuki was sitting down on one of the chairs at the table listening to the events occuring. She nodded during the correct points as she listened carefully to the precedings. She read the text translations when they were passed to her, fully understanding the importance of the text. If those got into the wrong hands, Yuuki quickly shuddered. It was not the time to think about that. They needed to protect them, and the scientists who could create it. The leeches would use whatever power they had in their command to steal them, so they needed to be prepared.

It was safe to say that Yuuki was extrememly surprised when Doronel himself walked into the room. The head wizard, the most powerful wizard alive. She could almost feel the magic radiating off of him. She remembered hearing stories about him, her parents used to know him before they died. He was not someone to be crossed, to put it lightly. she looked up and he deliberatley caught her eye and she shivered once more. Balance he said. Something that in some ways she was possibly disrupting by joining the hunters. Witches and Wizards were supposed to be neutral when things like this happened, but Yuuki disagreed, and joined the hunters anyway. She didn't care. They needed all the help they could get, and joining the hunters and helping was so much better than sitting around doing nothing to help, when they could be doing something. Yuuki stood her ground. But he was right in many ways, as the balance was in fact beginning to shift. Yuuki stayed silent, and listened carefully.

She watched as he brought up the image from his staff. A picture of the world, with the many different races that lived on it. Many of the different colours were beginning to stir, and the red one, signifying the campires, was growing bigger. Yuuki was shocked. But he was right, they needed a plan. She watched as Destiny stood up and began to pace, a habit of her when she was either thinking, or waiting.

"My first idea for a plan would of course be the protection of the texts and the biochemists and other such scientists that the leeches could capture to create such a virus. After all, if they cannot get their filthy hands on it they can do nothing. But, I believe we also have to begin rallying our forces, as much as I would stay away from that. You saw the image he brought up, the vampires are beginning to move, and we must prepare for that. I don't really know what else we could do. Should we contact the magical community? We could ask them to lend a hand." Yuuki waited for the other's response. Yuuki shot a quick look toward Iana, seeing if she had anything to say.

((sorry this took so long, I really have no excuse, but I've been pretty busy with exams and then christmas today/tomorow. >,< But I thought I'd put this up with the free time I had today. I hope everybody has a wonderful christmas!!!!!))