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Victor ripped the silver bullets out of him. He snarled as they came out. His wounds began to heal, slowly though. 'Why isn't she trying to kill me yet?' Victor wondered. "Why arn't you attacking me?" Victor snarled, still curious

Victor glared at the vampire. "We're blood enemys vampire. What do you expect me to do when I see a vampire? Especially when you sucked someone I loved dry..." Victor snarled at her. "I hate your entire race. I want them all to die. All of your little coven." Victor snarled.

Victor snarled. "Well then seince we're both creatures of the night, tell me sister, what drives you forward? What makes you get up every day?" Victor said in a calmer voice. "We've both suffered, this I know. We both deal with it in diffrent ways. I deal with it by hunting your kind like I was raised to do..." Victor said.

Victor tensed up, thinking that she was going to bite him, but when she kissed her, he was completly taken off guard. He felt the kiss gently on his neck and he just sat there and looked suprised.

Victor tried to look back at her after a moment of confusion but she was under the man hole. He looked at her with a confused look. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He just stood there.

Victor watched as she lept up through the manhole. He was completly confused, thousands of questions going through his head all at once. He walked to the manhole following her. 'This is going to go against everything that I was raised to do...' He thought to himself... But victor needed answers. He lept out of the sewers.
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Rogue walked quietly through the sewers the night after the encounter with Meredith and Veroen, Lily, and Alexz. She had gone underground because she felt she was being watched. She had received a text that the lycan body was cleaned up and analysis was being done on why the dog didn't turn all the way. He had tasted slightly different.

She had slept well that night and cleaned up the blood all over her, and was now headed into the Las Noches section of the city, right outside the explosion zone looking for answers of the explosions.

Through the twisted labyrinth of bile and pipes, Ceon walked like a man who knew exactly where he was going. After about ten minutes of navigating, the secret passageway came into his sight. It was a single chain link attached to one of the slabs of concrete on the of one of the tunnels. He slipped a finger into the link and pulled up with incredible force. The slab forced upward at an angle to reveal a ladder that went down...deep down. Ceon climbed on and began his descent to the bottom, pulling the door closed as he continued. At the bottom of the pit were several more tunnels that twisted and turned like blackened serpents. Two of the tunnels led to certain death, while one led to the makeshift lair of the remaining lycans. Ceon lifted his nose and sniffed the air for the scent of his race, and the faint, musty smell of wolf led him down the correct path. He finally entered into a massive underground dome, which was completely illuminated in Ultraviolet light.

This hole in the ground was dug out long ago by the lycan ancestry of New York, even before Ceon had joined the ranks of this pack. This was not the first time this powerful race was forced into hiding. The vast number of lycans howled at Ceon's return. It was a relief to see that their leader had made it back to safety. Ceon plopped down on a dusty couch that had been taken from the side of a street. The lycans gathered around him, eagerly awaiting for the news he had come to bring.