The Curse of - C u r v e s - [xRated: OTx][xAlways Acceptingx][xOPENx]

Aubrielle extended her fingers inside his stomach, before ripping her hand out of the wound. All the while snarling at him, her eyes narrowed even more. "What was that you said?" She growled, taking a step back her pale hand still painted with the Stilt's blood. She stared at him with pure hatred. This one she remembered to be quite an active killer.

"Oof!" Shane fell back, landing on his butt and coughing from lack of air. He looked up to see his assailant had been Eric, a Cleaner he'd seen around before. "What did you do that for?!"

Aaron ducked the attempted clothesline and watched the Cleaner run off and knock down Shane. Aaron smirked slightly, assuming the other Cleaner had confused him and his twin, before tensing and preparing to attack the two.

{Hmm...I didn't really wanna do this until Know Your Enemy, but oh well...}

Warren dropped the Cleaner he had been previously beating on. He gripped his wound, and panted heavily. The sticky warm blood soon stopped, but the Stilt Walker could still feel Aubrielle's hand in his stomach. It enraged him even further. "I told you...THAT I WOULD KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, YOU BITCH!!!" Warren roared, and then he stomped hard on the wounded Cleaner's neck, picked him up, and threw him at Aubrielle all in one smooth motion. He then charged at the vampiress claws out, ready to shred her to pieces.

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"Huh?! Oh, wait. You're...?" Eric remembered seeing him around school. They actually had a class together. He also realized that he was wearing different clothes as the Stilt Walker he had just attacked, and that there was a Stilt Walker on the ground right next to him. "How did I--!"

{Stilt Walker cut off please! ^^}

Aaron moved silently upon the Cleaner that had knocked down Shane and kicked him in the back, cutting him off mid-sentence and knocking him to the ground. "Well, look what we have here."

**I'll post w/ Shane in the next post.**

Aubrielle easily dodged the other Cleaner's body, wishing she could've helped them. But she knew she couldn't move out of the Stilt's wat fast enough, and held up both hands as he came at her. His claws dug into her hands, and she yelped with the pain, but didn't pull back, just wrapped whatever fingers were free around his hands, and attempted to swing him over her, and slam him back-down on the now muddy ground. The rain pouring washed the blood frm her hands down her arm, the tenacious red, slicing through the pale of her skin.

"That won't work!" The Stilt yelled realizing what she was trying to do. He yanked his arms, his claws still embedded deep within her hands, down and back to regain his momentum. He then jumped into the air, and brought down both of his feet and slammed them right into Aubrielle's stomach.

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"Oww." Eric said, and started to get up off the ground. Instead of turning around to face his attacker though, Eric saw two Stilt Walkers charging at a Cleaner from both sides. He got up and ran towards the one charging from behind and uppercutted him, taking him down with one blow. The other Stilt Walker grabbed the other Cleaner by the throat, but Eric broke his grip, elbowed him in the face and then kicked him in the knee.

Aubrielle took the hit to the stomach, slamming on her side into the ground, and sliding through the mud with one arm wrapped tightly around her stomach. She would've rather have just stayed laying there, with the raining pouring down to hide her, and drown her in the mud, but she had a life to live, and a battle to fight. So she got to her feet, ignoring her pain, and attempting a full-on tackle on the heartless beast she was up against.

(If it's all right with you guys, my characters will show up after the battle...)

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Shane squeezed his eyes shut when someone running kicked him in the head. He heard the thud as they fell but didn't check to see whether it was a person on his side or a Stilt. He hopped up quickly only to run into his brother. "Ow." He took a step back only to be grabbed by the collar of his shirt.

"Hello, little brother." Aaron said softly, so only Shane could hear him. Shane frowned and kicked his brother in the chest, pushing him back.

"You're safe now. Help them!" Eric told the Cleaner, pointing at a group of other Cleaners that were engaging a few Stilts. The Cleaner nodded before quickly rushing over to the group, and entering the fray by delivering a jump kick into an unsuspecting Stilt Walker's face." Eric gave a small smirk of amusement, but then he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He was too late to react however, and his face soon was on the recieving end of a Stilt Walker's fist.

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"Too slow!" Warren taunted and cackled madly as he easily sidestepped the tackle, and grabbed Aubrielle's leg. He used the momentum of her attack to swing her around a few times, and then tossed her into a puddle of mud. "Ah, that'll make an excellent spot for your grave!"

Aubrielle landed in the mud for the second time, and her head snapped up. Something in her icy blue eyes had changed, they were darker, and filled with an undeniable streak of violent rage. A guttural, inhuman growl sounded in her throat as the vampiress lurched forward at Warren, hands lashing out like claws repeatedly, not even stopping to breath.

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Desdemona smirked, her face twisted darkly as she easily took out yet another Cleaner. Her red hair was soaked and darkened with not only the rain, but the spilt blood of her opponents. One look at her could be enough to give an average Human a heart attack at how driven mad she appeared. She was nearly blinded by the red, and tunnel vision to end all that lie in sight. She thought she may have just killed another Stilt Walker, but only laughed and moved on to a small group of Cleaners.

Eric was knocked to the ground, by the enemy vampire's blow. He shook his head and looked to see a Stilt Walker about three times as big as the others he'd fought off. [i]He's pretty big, but his size probably makes him slo--!" Eric was barely able to raise his hands up in defense as the massive Stilt Walker swiftly kicked at Eric's face with his large boot. The Stilt then brought down the size 13 hard. Eric cried out in pain as the vampire stomped down on Eric's chest, breaking one or two ribs.

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"Ah! Back off, wench!" Warren cried out. All he could do from the now feral Cleaner was block and retreat backwards. Aubrielle's claws kept swinging wildly, but with fatal velocity. "Augh get away you bitch!!!" The Stilt shouted as the vampiress's nails ripped into his skin, shredding his long coat. A couple of other Stilt Walkers watching the fight, moved in and grabbed Aubrielle's arms, attempting to restrain her.

Shane watched as Aaron stumbled back and was soon lost in the see of battling vampires. A cry nearby reached his ears and Shane turned to see a large Stilt standing over the Eric. He ran and leapt onto the Stilt Walker's back, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck.

Aubrielle's eyes narrowed, breathing hard, she jerked one arm free from a Stilt, bringing her leg around to kick the other in the side of the head. Her heel bashed into their temporal lobe, pierced, and the blood sprayed from it like a fountain. It's sharp, beckoning scent struck Aubrielle back to her senses like lightning. But the brunette didn't hesitate to turn around and continue her assault on Warren. Kicking, hitting, biting; anything she could do to stop him.

"Huh?" the huge Stit Walker grunted as Shane grabbed onto his neck. The Cleaner was choking him a little bit, but not much, so the Stilt Walker was easily able to grab him, and toss him off onto the ground. Shane did manage to get him off of Eric though.

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It was only a matter of seconds before Warren was on guard backing up again. Aubrielle's attacks were fast and relentless, but they lacked focus. Instead of taking advantage of this fact however, Warren grew blinded with rage and primal instinct. His indigo eyes darkened even more and burned with intense animosity. "YOU BITCH!!!" The Stilt Walker snarled as he suddenly lunged at Aubrielle in a full-body tackle. He felt his dagger-like nails plunge deeply into her pale skin; warm sticky blood soon covered his fingers as they hit the ground.

{Hope I didn't GM too much, if at all. I probably did a little... Hmm, wasn't Lolx3's character heading towards the field...or someone's was...?}

Shane let out a soft grunt of pain, squeezing his eyes shut, as he landed on his back. He opened his eyes, vision swimming. He hopped up though, shaking his head and jumped back on the Stilt Walker, wrapping his arms around the vampires neck a little more tightly.

"Akh, what are you doing?" the Stilt asked confused by Shane's actions. He reached up and grabbed the Cleaner's arms, and pried his hold right off, with not much effort. He then turned around to hit Shane, but with a fierce growl, Eric leapt at the large vampire's face, and slashed him around his right eye with his sharp potruding claws.

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Username: spirit_world12
Name: Cynthia Rodwood
[First, Middle, Last]
Age: 15
[14-18]
Fresh/Soph/Jun/Sen: Sophmores
[Make sure your age properly corresponds with this.]
Species: Vampire
[Vampire or Human]
If Vampire: Vampire,Stilt Walker
[Stilt Walker or Cleaner?]
Appearance: Shiny,sleek blonde hair that always looks like it's been gelled or washed;shoulder-length, deep purple eyes that seems to have lots of depth. 5'8 tall.
[No pictures, description. At least a paragraph.]
Personality: Cynthia (Or Sin) is one of those quiet, mysterious figures that isn't outspoken in class, doesn't socialise much during breaktimes and often keeps to themself; but somehow, her looks tend to draw people in so she easily becomes popular. She pretends to be 'happy' and such around humans, but every human she meets,she always plans for them to become her meal later on. Very cruel and sadistic, has no shred of human in her.
History: "I was always a vampire." Not true. Before turning into a Stilt Walker, Cynthia was born into a wealthy family, and she was known as the daughter of one of the richest men in the state. Generally a 'normal' girl, until the hormones kicked in,and she got a boyfriend..a strange,sensitive guy who had never fit in in High School. After a few dates and a dance to the Prom, her boyfriend invited her to his house..and she ended up being dinner. She was bitten,and could've been killed,but her screams drew the boy's adoptive father up,and he instinctively destroyed his own beloved son. By then Cynthia had changed. And, even though that man had saved her life, she attacked him days later, just for taking her boyfriend away from her.

Cynthia fled from home shortly, afraid she would harm her parents,who loved her so dearly. She travelled alone for many,many years, across the entire country until she discovered Ashton County.. Since being re-born, Cynthia had turned into a cold,bitter being, who could no longer feel all the emotions she had before when human.

She is the predator;they are her prey.It's as simpleas that.

Yes, you may. Accepted, spirit.

It's started already, Cynthia thought mildly as she crouched low near a bush, watching the Stilts and Cleaners fight eachother savagely, all with a thirst for blood and revenge. It was interesting, seeing the usually so civil,so polite and "good" Cleaners become just as bad as their darker counterparts. It was also a time when the Stilts could shake off the restricting chains that held them when they were forced to live among Humans, and act freely without fearing discovery. Her lips curved in a brief smile.

I can't let them have all the fun now,can I,she mused.The problem was,everyone had already chosen who their opponent would be and were all locked in battle,too busy to notice the newcomer. Cynthia's pale lips curved even more. Her eyes scanned the chaos and found a target: a female Cleaner, who was fighting some other male Stilt who was looking quite confident.

Her smile vanished. It was her. Auburn or Audrey Aubri-whatever her name was. It didn't matter. The Cleaner she'd encountered before,long ago (Or was it?). Her nails clenched in anger. Time to go.

Before she could make a move, the Janitor had begun a series of attacks on the Stilt. Enraged, he did a full-on tackle and plunged his nails into her skin. Two against one wouldn't be fair or fun, maybe next time.. The smell of sweet blood drifted in the air. At that, she lost all control.

" Out of the way, bastards!" She screamed, shoving aside the bodies, her eyes flashing dangerously and turning black with hunger. After the nobody Stilt had injured her,she pushed him aside and jumped in front of the Janitor.

"Remember me?"

Aubrielle screamed loudly at the pain that seized her arms, and ran up and down her spine. She was used to feeling this kind of pain, the kind brought on by a Stilt, but that didn't make it any more bearable. It was still raining hard, and it was hard to see anything lying on the ground. "You bastard." She spat, the word being slightly choked. She brought her leg up, kneeing him, hard, where any guy vampire or not would mostly definitely not want the vampiric force of a knee. "Get off of me!" She growled.

"Remember me?"

Aubrielle's icy eyes glanced up, she couldn't see the Stilt through the rain in her current position, but she knew that voice...

Warren's feral instincts were raging through his body. The vampiress's insults only drove him further out of control. He was just about ready to bite the Cleaner and suck her blood when she made her move. Pain filled through out his body, and hunched over slightly. His grip loosened was loosened by Aubrielle's sudden strike and he was suddenly pushed aside by a Stilt Walker he didn't know.

What is that whore doing interferring?!? he screamed on the inside, but was unable to physically do anything about it; the pain was too intense. He slowly tried to get up out of the mud. His eyes burning demonically with rage. His claws wanting to rip both of the vampires to shreds. Seeing an opportunity, a few Cleaners grabbed Warren and threw him even further away. Then about ten or twelve of them started beating on him. Warren tried to defend himself, but he was too badly injured from earlier to fend them off as usual. "DAMN IT!"

Everything in Cynthia was screaming at her, to jump forward and slash the Cleaner apart, but she held her ground, trembling with the effort. The nobody Stilt looked furious when she shoved him aside, but before he could attack her, a dozen or so Cleaners had carried him off and were beating him. She snorted to herself,Pathetic.

"You mean you don't remember?" She coked her head, hands clenched in an effort not to spring forward.She saw the figure of the Cleaner,through the rain, stiffen at her words. " Well. I guess I'll have to refresh your memory then."

Letting her vampire instincts control her at last, she leapt into the air, towards the Cleaner and began doing whatever she could to kill,or at least severely damage,the creature. Clawing her nails, kicking, punching, aiming with her teeth. She realised that she should've had a more better approach to this,that she probably should've though of a good strategy, instead of lashing forward blindly, but the vampire part of her didn't care.

She felt one of her nails lightly scratch the Cleaner's cheek, drawing some blood, and hissed in satisfaction. The Stilt jumped back, licking the blood off her nails, in the process cutting her own tongue. She grinned at the Cleaner, a trickle of red dripping from her mouth.

"Does that ring a bell or two?"

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Aubrielle got to her feet, a little shaken from the surprise of the attack but clearly unaffected by the wounds. Pain, it was something she'd grown accustomed to. And the Stilt hadn't done nearly as much as that other had...Not yet anyhow. Her face bore little expression, but her eyes exploded in rage, sharpening, and narrowing at the vampiress's words. "You're so rash, such as the nature of a Stilt Walker." She spat the last two words as though they were an insult, the girl's kind side long lost in the battle, "I never implied I didn't remember you." The brunette hissed, taking a defensive stance. There was only a mere hour until the sunrise that would be Saturday; an hour to the end of battle. She had an hour to hold out and survive this battle. She had an hour to be this Stilt's last glimpse and final demise.