Vampyres vs Slayers

((Sorry, i wasn't on. i forgot to mention that I started schooling, so you know, I won't be on that often. I'll see what i can do though. And please don't go too fast while I'm away.

What did I miss?))

(Well, there was a fight in the Vampyre bar between a Vampyre-predator and Artemis and Felix. I wasn't following anything else. Sorry.)

((Is it okay if i can make a werewolf?))
Rhian walked down the street heading towards the club. Once she arrived, the crowd seemed to be heading back inside.

Probably a fight or something.

Rhian headed inside and saw Count Kinkel. She knew him but not that much, just what she heard other vampyres say about him. Rhian packed up the courage to go talk to him. She never spoke to someone with such high rank.

"Count Kinkel, may I ask what happened here?" Rhian asked revealing her English accent.

(It's fine. Just keep track of all your characters.)

Count Kinkel scowled after the Crusnik left. That creature would never kill him. Hmm....that beast needed to be dealt with, once and for all. If only their was a vampire equally as powerful and/or as old as him. He'd hire that person in an instant. If only they knew of a weakness the Crusnik had...

"The Crusnik came and killed two Vampires." Count Kinkel informed Rhian.

Rhian was shocked at what she heard. She always hated Crusniks, vampires killing their own kind. Rhian would have to watch her back with that Crusnik roaming around.

"That sounds scary, and a bit harsh." Rhian waved at Count Kinkel. "Thanks." She turned and headed for the bartender and ordered a cup of fresh blood. Rhian sipped while watching the dancers.

Nera nodded. Kami sounded kind of sad, or at least what she said made it that way. She suddenly felt guilty for disliking her. Looking at the ground, she felt upset.

"I'm sorry. That must be hard. I guess my life is just easier in some ways. I never realized or thought about those things."

Felix frowned thoughtfully at Artemis' question. He shook his head, "No. We're too young to chase after that much."

Footsteps like the thundering hooves of a Horseman bearing down the threat of Armageddon itself. It was the clock strokes of Impending Doom threading firmly on his shadow as he scrambled along the narrow street.
“You’re dead!” he screamed backwards at the walking shadow-within-his-shadow. “All your kind are dead and dust! I was there!”
He was running again. Trying to. The shattered remains of his leg were slowing him down. Maybe he should lose it? No, it would only hinder his regeneration.
“J-Just down this street. The club… get to the club,” he muttered to himself as a mantra, repeating it over and over to calm his nerves. His bloody hand reached out to the building and he leaned on it heavily as he rounded the corner. His breath got stuck in his throat and he coughed violently.
The entire street was blocked by what appeared to be a solid block of onyx blocking his way. He gingerly approached the massive obstacle and slowly reached an arm out to touch it, perplexed if it could even be real. As he slowly reached out towards it, a horizontal line appeared in the rock before it split open without warning. A huge eye stared at him, its accusing iris holding his gaze with dull black color and golden writing.
The footsteps brought him back. He did not know how long he had just been staring at the black eye and it had stared at him, but it had given his pursuer time to catch up. Whipping his head around and there the Undertaker stood, his cloak fluttering softly in the still night.
“I was j-just ordered to,” he said with a shaking voice devoid after his legs failed him and he fell to his knees. “I… You… It was WAR, dammit! What do you want me to say?!”
Now his throat was hoarse from screaming. Still the dark shadow approached. The light from a lamppost behind the pursuer made it impossible to discern a face or even the color of his clothes. It was only a black mass and an aura of hatred emanating from it.
“It is the humans?! I can’t help it! I need the blood to live!” His desperate pleading only increased as a dull glow formed in the center of the mass.
“I can’t do anything about what I am! I can’t undo my blood, my very being!” His voice was shrill and high-pitched. His heels made an awful sound as they scraped against the asphalt trying to get away.
“What you are,” said the looming shadow with vicious venom. “Is a perverse imitation of life. You are a miserable, sniveling vermin latched on to your naïve hope of escape from absolution. You are an unnatural, antichrist freak which I intend to consign to oblivion.”

His screams reached high heaven. Then the night was still again.

Artemis nodded. "Where do we go now?" She asked, doing a little loop in the air for fun. "We sure as hell can't go back there."

"I don't need your pity," Kami snapped back at Nera, irritated at herself for giving away so much information. "I don't need anyone's pity. I don't need anyone."

In the end, they all leave.

In the end, there's only me.

But that's the way I like it.

It was a lie, and she knew it.

Felis smiled a little. He spoke, "I'm feeling a bit hungry. Care to join me on a hunt?"

((Name: Tristan
Race: Werewolf
Gender: male
age: 18
Appearance:
Background/Personality: He was born in Dayton, Ohio. Tristan was very active and young and enjoyed leaving the house to do some things. he was quite a risk-taker and smooth talker in which he was able to convince his parents to let him go out. He never liked staying in one place for very long. He would rather go out and explore the town.

One day, he was exploring in a forest during the full moon, and got attacked by a werewolf. He lied unconscious until this pack of werewolves found him and brought him up. Tristan grew up to enjoy living with the werewolves and soon after forgot his parents. When he got to eighteen years old, he got permission to leave his pack and live on his own. When Tristan returned to Dayton, everything came back to him from before he was bitten. He then found out that his parents died from vampire attack. Tristan got upset and started wandering as a nomad.

Weapons/Abilities: he has enhanced senses and some faster speed, about 2 time his normal speed before
Extras: Hates the vampires for what they did to his parents, but feels it's his fault because he wasn't with his parents to protect them.))

(Cool. Accepted. )

"Ha, no thanks." She smiled at him. "So, do you know any places we could go that's safe? I know there are some caves in these mountains ahead, but you never know what you might find there, entire colonies of slayers, vicious animals." She informed.

"There's my important. It's well-hidden and there's plenty of food," Felix told Artemis with a smirk. He shook his head, "Have you ever hunted? I promise you that it's nothing like drinking blood from the bottle."

"I did when I was little, i hated it." She said bitterly. "So where is your little safe-haven then?"

"Downtown," Felix told Artemis with a shrug, "Where exactly do you live?"

"I sorry," Nera replied. Now she was mad again. Who did Kami think she was? Acting like she was better than her.? Nera didn't voice this of course. She saw her house and was ready to leave the two, when she heard a voice.

"Well isn't this an interesting scene. Two werewolves and a human. What is the world coming too," Hailee said, moving out of the shadows. "Unless you're planning on having her for a treat, I'll be more than glad to take her off your hands."

"Places. as long as i'm not in liverpool, i don't go back there anymore." She said. "I was staying in an old shack outside of town until that guy, such a shame, he seemed like such a bloody nice guy, oh well." She shrugged in indifference.

Felix raised an eyebrow as he flew towards his home. He spoke, "What guy? A boyfriend, maybe?"

"The guy who tried to eat me." She said, scowling. "He was talking to me, earlier I mean, and he seemed nice enough."

"Ah. Him.," Felix mused, "I suppose you would be a tasty treat for him. There are few half-Vampyres out there."

"Hardi-har-har." she said dryly, rolling her eyes. "Why did you help me anyway? You could have let him get me, it would hve been a good distraction so you could kill him." She said with a shrug.

"It was wrong," Felix told her with a shrug,"You don't feed on your own kind."