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*Snap* A twig Alfons failed to notice snapped. Vinny whipped around, aiming his pistol at his would-be attacker. "Thought you'd be sneaky, did you?" Remembering Rochus's orders, Vinny hesitated to fire at Alfons. Focused on Goldschmidt, he failed to notice Jamie crawling for his weapon. Reaching it, Jamie paused. The music emanating from the windows had ceased. The others noticed it too. "You've lost, Vinny. You're compromised. Now what?" Alfons was confident. Vinny was growing angry. Jamie stood up with his weapon and started to walk back over to the two. "I WILL NOT FAIL!" Vinny sweep kicked Alfons and pointed pistol towards Jamie, emptying his final few rounds. Jamie managed to leap out of the way. Vinny stood and reloaded, determined not to lose. Alfons caught himself and moved for a strike. Avoiding it, Vinny struck Alfons's head with his USP, rendering him unconscious. "I'll deal with you later!" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jamie raise his weapon. Vinny fired three rounds towards him, with one connecting with Jamie's arm. "SONUVA b***h!" Jamie yelled as he dropped his gun. Defenseless, Jamie watched as the mad assassin slowly walked toward him.


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Vinny, startled by the new figure leaning on the column, stopped and directed his gun towards the voice. Jamie used this as an opportunity to run back inside, clutching his bullet wound as he ran. Alfons subconsciously picked up on the warning Cassandra had given, and actually managed to wake himself up. He had a cut on his head, but it wasn't serious. He grabbed his cane and made a mad dash for the servant's door, picking up Jamie's Thompson along the way. Alfons took one last pause before heading inside to look at Vinny. What he saw surprised him. "Is... is he actually shaking?!" Indeed, Vinny was shaking. It was from the adrenaline of the fight, his anger, and his growing fear that he would fail in his mission. "Give up?! In my moment of triumph?!" Vinny hadn't noticed that his targets were gone. "LIKE HELL!!!" He fired his USP wildly, hoping it would do something.


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Vinny dropped his empty gun as Cassandra held him by the neck. For the first time in his career as a hit-man he realized that he had failed to properly prepare. A faint glimmer of acceptance appeared on his face, but this was soon replaced with fury. Vinny had never been in this situation, and therefore had no true way of dealing with it. As defiantly as he could, he spat out, "Go to hell." He depressed a button in his shoe, extending a blade from under the toe. Vinny tried to kick but was unable. The stranglehold had taken most of his energy.

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Inside, Alfons searched for Jamie. He noticed a trail of blood and followed it. In the middle of one of the hallways he found Jamie slumped against a wall. Jamie was bleeding heavily from his right arm and was nearly passed out. "Scheiße! Sanitäter, schnell!!! Zeledon! Zeledon speak to me!" Jamie weakly looked up at him. "I knew I should've left earlier." "Good. Now shut up and conserve your strength." Alfons ripped Jamie's right coat sleeve off to use as a tourniquet. "Hey, why'd you use my coat instead of yours?" "Like I'm going to use my suit? I paid good money for this." Finished tying, Alfons told Jamie to rest while he found a medic.

The three hounds bounded out of their dungeon cells and began combing the grounds for the scent of their mistress. Then they caught the spoor of of blood in the air and they followed that, drool dripping from the corners of their mouths.

Scarlet drifted up behind Val, as soft and cold as her nickname Frost. She held a silver dog whistle in one hand.

"Whatever you choose to do, I will not allow such an affront to my family go unanswered. I suggest those with lives still to loose get up a tree," she said coolly.

Cassandra smiled with pleasure at the young mans response. She brought him close to her. So close, in fact, that he would be able to feel her cold breath on his hot cheecks.
"Very well." She whispered in suprisingly cold monotony. Vinny's feet would now be firmly planted on the ground, but Cassandra's grip was firmer yet. His blood reeked of hatred and it was absolutely invigorating. It reminded her of home.
She licked a bead of sweat off of the man's face, and shivered before turning to Valthier.

"Valthier," she said, in an almost empty voice now, "these beasts will do worse to this... human... then anything you could have learned."
She leant in close to Vinny again. "Isn't that right, darling?" was all she whispered in his ear before kissing his neck. Shortly therafter, the threw her head back in animalistic delight, her mouth a glory of jaged fangs, and sunk her teeth into a vital artery. Cas only let herself drink a little bit, before spilling so much of it, a shark in some rich guys pond would be thrashing in anticipation.

Vinny's leaking body was now thrown to the floor, and cassandra turned to the onlookers. Hopefully this would get the hound off the scent of Jamie. It was only now that cassandra realized the fact that she was bleeding herself. This wouldn't be that big of a problem if there weren't hounds that epidomized the word 'evil' on the loose.

"Good evening Scarlet," Cassandra curtseyed with a smile, blood still trickling down her face and from her wounds. "shall we retire to the tower?"

Scarlet smiled at Cassandra, cold as a glacier. "If your hunger is quite sated, the rest of my guests are continuing the party in the observatory in the north tower," she replied. "I will not follow until I am satisfied that every intruder has paid for the insult. I was trying to throw a ball--create neutral ground between vampires and humans and all manner of creatures to realize their innate similarities---and then these blockheads crash my party with the business of organized crime? If any crime will be organized in my family's home, it will be my family's crime and no other."

"No need to worry, Devonte will contain the guests on the other side of the castle." Then, unable to resist the lure of showing off for her nervous friend, Scarlet replied, "My Hounds are well trained. Observe." She held the silver dog whistle to her lips and blew. No sound issued from the whistle, but a disembodied chorus of howls filled the night. Distracted from their focus, the hounds followed the silent shriek of the whistle and scent of their mistress.

The hounds milled about at their mistress's feet. Scarlet ignored them, but glanced at where Twi had been with a little smirk. One of the creatures, a big blue-black thing with large ears and a permanently hunched back, butted Scarlet's hand with his half-human/half-canine nose. She scratched him behind the ear absently. The other two hounds, a lean white gray-hound like creature and a red bulldog creature with a crooked wrinkled nose, whimpered for attention. Then she looked down at mostly dead body of Vincent. "It would be a shame if he died and took all that precious information with him," she sighed dramatically. "We could put a stop to that. Then give him the elixir and kill him for good after he talks."