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The Lilith Myth
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PostPosted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 6:54 pm
He had left her in the basement, shut the door behind him and locked it up tight. Aurora was looking at her from her place on the screen, watching her. It seemed as though she was frustrated, angry with Blair. It was like she was mad at the situation, mad that Sasha was forced to fight. Maybe ‘forced’ wasn’t the right word. He chose to stand up, to fight for the two of them so they could achieve something akin to freedom. Or was he fighting for something else? Some other reason. Blair didn’t trust anyone. Sasha was the only person she was opening up to, and only because the situation demanded it. Somehow though, she knew she had to trust someone. Aurora’s sharp voice brought her back from her own thoughts. She spoke with a tone that belied annoyance.

And then the noise got louder, a flash of light seeping through the floorboards as the entire foundation of the cabin shook. She watched on the screen in horror as the wall fell and swarms of people started rushing through the opening. Her shaking fingers brought to her lips as she watched in horror. What would happen if she were found? What would happen to Sasha if she didn’t find some way to help him? He was risking it all to keep her hidden away down here, and all she could do was watch in genuine horror a screen that showed her the massacre of these people, all to get to her. For what, she still didn’t understand, but it was clear that they were not going to be as kind as Sasha had been so far. Aurora spoke again, instructing her to open a desk drawer and pull out a slim black case. Her shaking hands opened it up, eyes wide as she stared at the contents quietly. She glanced back to the screen at Sasha before she looked back at Aurora on the screen.

A hero? As if she could ever be one. But to kill herself… she wasn’t sure he had the nerve to pull that trigger on herself, let alone another person. Decisions needed to be made, and quickly. Her face went white as she heard a single gunshot ring out, the quietness that followed. The footsteps grew louder, the desperation in Aurora’s voice and face as she watched. Blair wavered, eyes glued to the screens that monitored the cabin, watching for any sign of Sasha. Should she take Aurora’s advice and kill herself? If she didn’t, would the things Sasha had eluded to really happen? What was the truth, what could she trust. Blair closed her eyes against the sounds growing louder. Blair’s hands shook as she picked up the gun from the case. It was loaded already. It felt heavier than she had expected, the cold steel unfeeling in her hands as she stared at it with bright blue eyes, wide with fright.

Should she kill herself? Then Sasha would be risking everything for nothing at all. Just some dumb, dead woman in the basement of a torn down cabin in the middle of nowhere. No, she wouldn’t leave him like that. Not until he gave her some answers. Blair wiped away tears with the heel of her hand and nodded her head at Aurora. “No. I will fight.” She sounded shaky, even to herself. But her resolve was there, her mind set on what she needed to do. She wasn’t about to let Sasha do everything by himself. “I will fight.” Blair said again, this time with much more tenacity in her voice. Bumpy ride or not, she had made her decision and she would stick with it to the end. Whatever happened, she felt the desire and need to stand by Sasha as he was standing by her right now. Quickly she crouched down behind the desk, firearm loaded and finger beside the trigger. Her eyes shifted to the screens, watching for the signs of entry, watching for Sasha. Her palms were sweaty, hands shaking, breathing getting harder. This was not something she wanted to do, but she wasn't about to let her protector be skewered for nothing. No, she would stand until she couldn't anymore. Blair was tired of getting pushed around, she had had enough. Now was the time to strike back with the force of all her frustrations, anger, and heartache. "Let's go..." She whispered to herself, taking a deep breath and steadying her soul. It was now or never.  
PostPosted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 8:20 am
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Sasha McAndrews
Bring on the Thunder, Bring on the Rain.
Werewolf
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Wanted By: FBI, Federal Marshals, Vampire Brood Seattle, Seattle Werewolf Pack. No shits given.



Tobias' eyes wiped back in the direction of his prey as the lights went dark. They went wide, he wasnt sure if it was for the sudden pain in his stomach from hunger, or the fact that all that was left before his eyes was the small pools of crimson red on the floor, where Sasha was. Without a sound the man had vanished into the odd darkness that filled the house? Or was it more then that? Was it the corners of his eyes as well? Tobias felt the pain in his gut yank on a systematic response mechanism that wasnt supposed to activate. He felt the hair on his neck stand on edge, and then... beyond. He was transforming outside of the light of a full moon. An impossibility, yet he watched as his human flesh was overcome in a wave of Dark Brown fur. No..... NO! His eyes picked up on the flash of light from the edge of a blade, as the soft light creeping from the windows highlighted a razorsharp edge of the liquid, mercury, silver illuminated in white, cold moonlight from a waning moon. The knife was surprising as it found home in the neck of one of the new 'troops' to the dark interior, but what Tobias picked up as his vision flashed to that of a night predator from human, was the manic smile, and the sheer speed of a man who still clearly had three gunshot wounds in his right leg, his blood splattering to the floor, as again he vanished into the darkness.

Tobias couldn't move, not yet. The muscles were to tight in his legs, his body to busy snapping and twisting into shape. A process that was painful to sickening levels at one time in his life, but now was a mere hindrance to him from stopping Sasha, but why? Why was this hunger, this primal, demanding, controlling instinct clawing itself over his more human control? His ear piece, his comms, cracked to life as his eyes picked up something unexplained to the awestruck men surrounding him in the building, a pitch black wolf, huge, much bigger then anything in the wild, eyes like yellow wildfire glowing in the night reaching out from the shadows, huddled at the edges of the rooms. White fangs griping a mans neck sending him crumpling to the ground, blood splattering the walls.

"Well kid, you wanted to see what the old dog had in him now's your chance." Sirpris' words were harsh, cold, he didnt want to be on the mic right now. He knew his words could be heard by Sasha, new Tobias was a dead man unless he had more tricks that no one in the pack knew about. HE knew he was there to offer the real person in charge and explanation as to how a transformation just occurred without the light of a full moon, or rabid hunger of going to long without feeding. Dracul was nearby, in his den, still holding all of the chains. "If you don't mind I'm gonna give you a rundown of what I know, as you watch the.... 24 men? you have left drop around you." Sipris got comfortable as he watched what was going on from the on body cameras of the goons that were on the raid. He picked his boots off the ground and placed them on the control counsel, this raised dismay of Dracul, but this was still his house, and his 'man' was about to again foil a plan of his equal. It was the benefit of having a lonewolf in the pack. "Your transformation was controlled and inspired by his. Best I figure, Sasha found himself a new.... or older strain of the virus in our own blood. Something that came to him some 300 years ago on the Western Frontier of a fledgling America. You ever felt starved? How about Frost Bite? Alone? Truely lost? Throw all that together in the middle of a forest so thick from one end of our country to the other that a squirrel would never have to touch the forest floor, in the middle of a blizzard, it does things to a man. My understanding it had something to do with cannibal, but in this case he ate the remains of his father who had past away, unknowingly on some sacred piece of native ground. You gotta give it to him," Sirpris turned to face Dracul, "They don't die easily, but that's beside the point dead man- "As he left who he was addressing vague and turned back to the failing moniters, one after another falling to views of the floor, or blackness as the victims fell on the cameras. "Ever heard of the stories of a Skin Walker? They're real. The hunger you, and everyone else in the house is feeling right now is the hunger he felt when he committed the act, its kind of a nova of s**t. It will force transformation of Vampires, Werewolves, and ******** all else that has a hunger as a driving force. So..... Goodluck kid, if it were me, I would run.". Siprs closed the call and went back to his lounging. This will actually be the first bit of good news he had, had all day. He was going to enjoy it.

While Sasha, moved in flashes of muzzle blasts, knives, and a really, large pissed off Wolf through those in attendance on the first floor, Blair was about to have to make a choice. He finger tightened on the handgun's trigger, as she squared her shoulders. She had seen enough movies been to a class once, had found the safety and chambered the small weapon. Her eyes unwavering from the iron sights on the top of the barrel. Admittedly flinching with every yell, gunshot, and limp body falling on the ground.

The door flew open fast, to fast, she hesitated, everyone always hesitates the first time, but this time it had been the right call as the two intruders worked to close the door behind them. Unarmed, white as ghosts. Their eyes turning, hands high in the air, pleading for life. "Go ahead lady, shoot us, it's better then that s**t upstairs."

Blair looked to the monitors, but the entire house was darkened and everything was now hard to see. The prisoners were shell shocked. If they had been a threat Blair would have been overrun, but they simple stood at the top of the stairs, wincing at the screams from above. Hands held high. Blair, wasn't cold blooded enough to fire. Wasn't ready to kill someone out of anything other then self defense.

Jesus how long had it been? The house was quit again. No more shouting. No more gunshots. No more screams, or limp drops to the floor. How long? How long since the house wasnt in chaos. Still no one in the basement said much. Neither sides of the gun wanting to see who won. Neither side wanting to go for that door. It wasnt over....

Sasha appeared before a fully transformed and overwhelmed Tobias. Human, but paler, blood still fresh where bullet holes had been just moments before. By all means he should be dead. This many people. This many guns against him. Tobias had been prepared to join the fight and not just lead from the back, but now even in this powerful form he normally felt invincible in he was beginning to doubt how true his sense of security was against something like this.

"Last chance kid. Go back to the street wars," Sasha spoke with confidence of a man who was in his element, though his mind was beggining to get clouded with blood loss. While his body was tough, and his willpower tougher, not ever one of the shots fired over the last couple of minutes had missed. And even with the healing of his gift, bloodless was still a thing. While under the dim light it was unnoticeable his skin was cold and pale. He wasnt bullet proof, just damn near it. "You cannot hang with the big boys, I'm an old man Tobias, and you can't even handle me. Sipris is much younger, I suggest you run far."

Sasha was met with the noise of a predator coming against another. The sound of anger, the sound of survival, the sound of primal war. The current field was not big enough for to alpha predators, but Tobias was young, and dumb. Won a couple of fights with people on the streets. Got his revenge on the gang that tormented him as a child. He was the king of the very small place he called the world. Sasha however.... as Tobias would learn. You should fear the old man in an occupation where most die young. Sasha shrugged as he backed off into the shadows, as Tobias was hit with a ton of bricks that was the Black Wolf. That was Sasha. Sasha himself didnt understand it even after all this time. Which one of them was the projection, which one of them was the demon in the others soul. Which one of them was in control. Sasha was the wolf. Tearing bits away from bone in a one sided fight. Sasha was the man, quietly sliding down against the wall as his body finally started to give from the damage.

Sasha was the wolf who howled loudly over the sound of the fallen werewolf, Sasha was the man on the ground who watched two men open the door to the basement where Blair was and take off running. He was the one who watched as Blair moved slowly out of the basement, her eyes finding his silhoute against the wall, moving with uncertainty.

It didnt help as the wolf flew past her. Blackness against the darkness of night, in pursuit of those fleeing. Eternally hungry for more. Blair came close, came close enough to notice the damage amoungst the jeans, the old shirt, and the slickness of the leather jacket Sasha had been wearing. Close enough to see part of his boot blown away, and the knife driven into his right shoulder. Close enough to see he wasnt dead, and that his eyes were alive.

A howl, bellowing from outside the house. The windows ringing in pitch with the vibration. Howl? it sounded more like a roar without the floorboards between them. As loud as the gunshots from before. Both of their ears would be ringing for a long time after this one. And if Blair didnt have hearing problems she did now. She let out a muffled scream. Sasha saw the wolf coming back in threw the blown out wall. Felt his mind struggle somewhere. Somewhere in a remote location. Felt his demands go unnoticed. This was the part of the lucid dream where everything falls to s**t, he reached out and grabbed one of Blair's arms. Pulling her into him. Spinning her so she was sitting on the floor in front of him. Back to his chest. Her whole world would become that Black fur. It seemed to fill everything in the space before her. Black fur, and glowing yellow eyes. And a feeling of primal hunger. Primal survival instinct. As her breath grew shallow, Sasha gently took her right hand with the gun still in it and put the barrel gently guiding her hand to the right side of his temple behind her, she resisted, but only for a moment. His touch somehow assuring, despite the wheezing of his lungs.

Her eyes widened as she realized the low growl of the best before her. Looking at her. Head as big as her torso. Sasha spoke, as calmly as he could. "That's far enough big boy, we both now damn well that we cant come back from a head-shot at this range. And it isn't me pulling the trigger this time... You scare her to much, you come closer, you lounge, her reaction is likely to clinch up, pulling the trigger, and ending us for good." Sasha felt as Blair tried to pull her hand away from the gun, but his hand was solidly locking it to the grip. Her finger couldnt escape the trigger groove. She tried to turn to see his eyes, to see what he was thinking, to see what the hell kind of crazy psycho leaves this as a choice for himself, but all she could see, in the slow motion, was the leather jacket resting over his left should, his left arm wrapped around her waist.

The wolf stepped forward, Blair wanted to scream but couldnt find the part of her throat that would react, her mouth was dry, and her muscles tensed, just as Sasha had said. She felt as if her skeleton was trying to run from her flesh, leaving her behind. Nervous noises began to leave her mouth in the place of words. Begging Sasha to end this. End this as the enormous head was less then two feet from her. She could only hear a small click, a small rebellious noise overrunning the deep growling, as Sasha pulled back the hammer of the small handgun, she felt more room open under her finger in the trigger. The trigger now only a hair break away from sending the lead into Sasha's head.

Growling the wolf stepped back into the shadows, as if melting into them. Sasha let go of her right hand, dropping it weakly to the floor. Blair nearly immediately flung the pistol out of the opening in the wall. Chocking up on tears, about to pry herself from Sasha. To run out of the building. To run again from all of this. Was about to beat the s**t out of the man behind her. About to-

"Purple lights....
In the canyon.
That's where I.... long to be...
With my three Good companions.
Just my rifle, my pony, and me."


The words were pained, but upon them floated an old Dean Martin song. Why the man decided to sing to her now amoungst the broken bodies, in the dark, Sasha himself couldnt even answer that, as the wounds began to heal, still at a slow pace. His left arm moved from her waist, and grabbed the knife in his right shoulder. A quick motion and the blade was out, tossed accross the room. The sound of it hitting the ground the only noise in the silence, as Sasha hummed in the dark, his left arm falling to the side of Blair, letting her go. Letting her go anywhere. He was at his limits, as he closed his eyes, trying to hum the notes to stay awake as long as he could, but the world was mighty heavy right about now.

The earpeice that had been in Tobias's ears snapped to life one more time, close to them both"Good fight cowboy." It was quite, but in the emptiness of the night now, with senses still high he could hear it. Blair likely as well. Sasha interupted the humming, "Gonna need a grave boss... I'm coming home." Sasha liked the idea of Dracul tensing up, liked the idea of old wounds itching under the skin. He smirked as he continued to hum, still not wanting to fully fall asleep, just in case their was anyone else around the cabin.











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The Lilith Myth
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PostPosted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 2:17 pm
Words escaped her. She felt her body shaking, adrenaline running through her veins even still. Blair couldn’t seem to make herself move, back still against Sasha’s chest as he leaned against the wall. “That… I-I…” She sputtered, lungs expelling held breath as she spoke. “What… you-“ She couldn’t seem to wrap her mind around what had just been before her face. Those harrowing yellow eyes, that thick black fur that consumed her vision. Words choked in her throat as she swallowed dryly. Blair felt her adrenaline begin to fade and the crocodile tears rush down her cheeks. She was almost positive she didn’t have any left after the last few days. The body wracking sobs began; the ugly crying, heaving for air kind of crying that you wished no one ever witnessed. The heels of her hands rubbed at her eyes, willing the tears to stop even though she knew she couldn’t keep them from coming. Her body ached as it wretched to get more than a gasp of air at a time. Sasha’s haggard breathing behind her gave her some comfort, his body warmth on her back as she leaned against his chest. And then she remembered.

She pivoted on him, wobbly kneeling in front of him on her knees with a finger poking into his sternum. “You!” Her brows furrowed together as she stared at him. “How dare you use me like that!” She poked at his aching body, knowing he was injured but blinded by anger. “What were you thinking, taking that big of a gamble?” Her slender fists pounded against the muscles of his chest, eyes welling up with tears. She didn’t really want to hurt him, but all her emotions were running absolutely rampant. Blair hiccuped sobs as her fists slowed, resting her head against his sternum and placing her open palms against his stomach. “I-“ She hiccuped, interrupting her flow of speech. “I can’t do this…” Hiccup. “Not without you.” Another hiccup as tears continued to fall from her cheeks onto the floor below. Blair slid her hands around his waist and curled herself up against him, feeling helpless and frustrated. The soft sound of her hiccups interrupted the silence, as she tried to compose her thoughts and words. “You’re the only person I-“ A pause as she forced herself to say the word. “…trust.” She left her head on his chest, a wet spot forming beneath her from the tears that refused to stop. “You’re such an a*****e, too.” A strangled laugh escaped her as she squeezed Sasha slightly. “Don’t ever do anything like that again, or I really will pull the trigger.”

Moments passed, and awkwardly she pushed herself off of him and scooted slightly away, heat crawling up from her knotted stomach to her cheeks. She swiped her dirty fingers across her face and pushed herself to stand. There was glass and debris everywhere you looked, and she carefully picked her way through them to find her shorts in the bedroom. It wouldn’t do to be half dressed in their current situation any longer than was necessary. She found her small bag of things and dressed herself quickly before returning back to Sasha who was still leaning his back against the wall, humming that old tune. “Honestly…” Blair quickly made her way to the kitchen to look through drawers for scissors, and upon grasping them she grabbed his duffel bag before walking back over to Sasha and clearing a space beside him to kneel. Her hands found a bottle of something or other, and she uncapped the beverage and took a healthy swig before passing it to Sasha. “Take off your coat.” She pulled out the first aid supplies she had found and sniffled as she waited for him to comply with her demand. It took a moment, but he worked off the coat, sticky with fresh blood. Blair cut open his shirt and peeled it carefully away from him. He tried to brush her off, grumbled quietly under his breath but ultimately lost the fight. He was too tired to really fend her off at this point.

Blair could easily see that these wounds were already healing, albeit slowly. She quietly cleaned up the wounds as best she could for now, wrapping them or taping them with gauze just as a precaution. Her fingers were clumsy, shaking still as she tried her best to doctor him with her limited knowledge of such things. Blair wasn’t even batting an eyelash at her own scrapes and cuts, her bruised skin or anything else that could have been wrong with her. She wasn’t trying to remember how her mind and body were taken over, nor how she cried herself into that fitful slumber. She sniffled softly, doing her utmost to keep from crying again. This seemed like it was all a horrible nightmare; but every pain, every emotion, every vision before her very eyes was real. It was all real. Blair sniffled again, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. Her throat burned, already sore. Once she finished, she tossed the rest of the supplies back into the bag and then leaned herself up against the wall next to Sasha. “Well,” Her head dropped to his right shoulder, tucking her legs to the side as she leaned her body against him for warmth. “I guess I need to get used to this now…” A yawn escaped from between her lips, her eyelids fluttering in an effort to stay awake. “I’m not inclined to want to do so, but for survivals sake…” Blair heard the words trial off, her body getting heavier, sleep overtaking thought. She couldn’t fight it anymore; the need for her body to rest was growing greater than her need to stay awake and alert. “Thank you.” She managed before she felt herself drift carelessly into slumber, leaning against this man she barely trusted and knew.

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Blair dozed quietly in the passenger seat of the car, windows slightly rolled down and one of Sasha’s jackets resting over her. She had tucked her legs into the bucket seat, her shoes waiting on the carpeted floor beneath her. The smell of one of Sasha’s herbal cigarettes wafted through the breeze in the car. She had become used to the smell, the faint scent of lavender and chamomile ticking her senses as she slowly stirred in her seat. The music had been turned down, playing rock in the background. It had been maybe a month, or more, since the cabin incident, and they had been traveling quite a bit. Over time, Blair had opened up little by little, letting Sasha teach her basic self-defense or how to handle a gun. She had argued quite a bit until finally she agreed that she might as well learn, in case their little team ever did end up being split apart. Her eyes fluttered closed again as she tried to curl back up in her seat, trying to get comfortable again. Her mind drifted off, refocusing on distant memories as she leaned her head against the frame of the car, her own jacket tucked underneath her head.

Memories of him teaching her to properly hold and handle a firearm. He had so many, and yet she remembered taking the smallest one from the bag as he frowned. “What? Anything else and I’m sure to shoot my eye out.” She smiled at him while he groaned a sigh and shoved the bag back into the trunk of the car. Or when he tried to teach her basic self-defense. That was a day Blair figured out she should probably have taken the cardio more seriously at the gym. She was always in decent shape, but then again, she’d never had to run from supernatural beings before. Sasha would show her a stance, and she would try it, and he would correct it, the tireless drill sergeant. It made her smile to think of how many times she screwed up and how many times she laughed at herself for falling on her a** or clumsily tipping over when she tried to block. She was so unsteady on her feet, it was almost hilarious. She would catch Sasha laughing under his breath every now and then, but it really was important she knew how to defend herself. It was nice to see different sides of Sasha, instead of the grumpy one. He probably didn’t realize he had opened up slightly, but it made their team work a little smoother when they could connect and learn to trust one-another. It seemed so cliché to be thinking that, but at the same time she knew teamwork worked best when each party learned to work with the other. Blair realized that Sasha and herself were very different people when it came down to little details, but they both had the same objective: staying alive.

They had worked to fix the car up a little bit. Minor tune-ups and repairs as they continued to move from place to place. The car was ultimately too noticeable and quite loud, so in the end they had to leave it behind and steal different cars as they went, trying to stay as under the radar as they possibly could. Blair was tired and frustrated though; the constant movement was making her cranky. Dark circles had bloomed under her eyes, her hair almost always worn in a ponytail unless it was wet, the same clothes washed over and over again giving her a slightly haggard appearance. They had been almost continuously moving since the night at the cabin, never spending too long in one place. Sasha kept them around the same area; she didn’t really understand what he was looking for, and she was certainly a little timid about asking for fear of the answer. Blair did understand that he was doing recon on certain places and people. She had seen the scribbles, watched him from the passenger side of the car, sitting much like she was now. He acted like he was preparing for a war, and while he would likely be ready, Blair was just barely coming to grips with the fact that she was now the subject of a lot of people’s attention. Never had so many eyes been all on her, and it was discomforting to think about. She didn’t like her new position.

Blair opened her eyes and sat up straight in her seat, stretching out her legs and arms with a soft yawn. The smell of his herbal cigarette had diminished and the windows had been rolled back up. The music still turned down, Blair gazed out the window at their surroundings. None of them looked familiar. Groggily she asked, “Where are we?” pushing tendrils of wavy hair from her sleepy face. She hadn’t bothered to pay much attention to where they were headed at any given time, knowing they wouldn’t stay there for long. She remembered various landmarks and that was mostly it. She never strayed far from Sasha, and that was likely a good thing. Blair directed her bright gaze towards Sasha, watching him quietly from her seat. He was mostly relaxed when driving, as if he liked to be behind the wheel of a vehicle. She couldn’t blame him though. With everything that was going on, the freedom of being behind the wheel of a car was probably a welcome respite from their struggles. Her lips curled into a small smile; goodness how she’d gotten so used to this man being in her life. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing yet, but she was certain to find out the more time they spent together. “How long have I been dozing?” Blair asked, averting her gaze from him to look out her window as trees whizzed by.
 
PostPosted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 5:48 pm
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Sasha McAndrews
Can I Trust What I'm Given...Not Much Time to Think Again... Caught in the Crossfire Now...
Maybe This is the Way I should Go... Right into the Mouth of the Unknown. God knows I've tried to leave before....




That long night of pain drunk lullabies. Songs that he had spoken to children, to lovers, sung to himself in long nights in the foxholes of countless battlefields. Again the words followed on trails of smoke and powder to the air of the sleepless nights. How long had it been since he had slept like he did the night following? Weeks? Months? The dead didnt need sleep, but it still did bring comfort to his mind at times. The added touch of not needing the better part of a shelf of alcohol to pass out was an added touch.

Time was passing quicker now as he kept track of her at night. A sleezy motel, a high class hotel. Money was no issue, the point was to stay moving. To stay outside of a profile. To use cash, to move quick. Car to car, bed to bed. All the time he taught her sayings, small tidbits of information. How to fight. How to hide. When to fight. When to run. He took her to small gun ranges out of state occasionally. She was growing comfortable with a gun. She knew her way around the operation. He taught her how to find supplies. Where to use his name. How to stay in the shadows. How to hide in the open. Blair was a quick learner, he looked over to her as she dozed in the passanger set.... the damn camera she had found in an earlier car still next to her in the seat. He wondered if she knew his plan? If she knew what he was spinning in the endless calls from payphones, from the cellphone in his pocket. The drop offs...

There had been nights he asked her for ideas. Asked her if her power brought her anything to help them out. How many people, where, what, when. Anything, but she said he was a blur to her. Everytime she thought she saw something with clarity as soon as he entered, as soon as he was mentioned everything went a blur in the small glimpses that 'came' to her. Why everyone wanted this girl was another point in confusing to him.

The way he saw it.
The Wolves wanted her because the Vampires did. Just a petty game of keep away that they had been running under their noises and in their backyard for years. If the fangs wanted something the wolves wanted it more. No matter what it was. There was a deepness to the original confrontation, but on the outside looking in, they were a dog hiding the left shoe of the individuals they came across.

But Goliath.... Goliath and the Vampires.... what the hell had both of them so wrapped up in this girl? What the hell did she have that was worth coming out of the shadows enough to overrun the mansion held by the wolves. Deaths of close family members had not brought them out of the shadows like this in the past.

He had never worked a scheme like this before. They would never stop hunting this girl. The small skirmishes since the cabin proved it. The tails he had to ditch in violent means. The contacts he had slamming the door close at his very mention. Sasha was being hunted, she was being pursued. Make no mistake, Sasha was dead in most endings of this. As he had told her. He was Bullet Retardent, not Bullet Proof.

In another two days the plan would be sent forth. Dutch, Remi, Benny, the few allies he had, and a moment of opportunity were brought to bear. Sirpris' party. His 'birthday' if you will. The invites went to more packs in the US then many other events. Recon said that he was in the Mansion. He was damn near free to move as he wanted, all communication was cut, even the bills, the ones that werent taken care of by lawyers, or bankers. He wondered if Blair knew that the man they had stolen this car from was one of the party planners for this party. Wondered if she knew that the clothes they were wearing werent for crashing another fancy hotel, but the key to getting them in the front gate of the mansion.

They were the key for setting up his plans. A firework show and then a slip into the night, it was the best he could come up with. The best he could muster as he began down the long drive that lead home, the mansion. A means to an end. He knew that the members at the house were minor. He knew the gaurds were not in the know, most of them human. Most of them uninformed of the entire plan. As long as they all checked in on time, the vampires sleeping the day away would be completely out of the know. And now rocking a a crimson red hair doo, the only attention Blair would be getting would be looks of envy, and lust. He flicked the remnants of his smoke out cracked window. It was like smoking incense, a mix of herbs that kept his rather dark demon at bay, outside of the rotation of the moon. Kept his cravings for blood and flesh low. Kept him in the mindset he needed to be in right now. Kept him focussed, human.

The hunger that was felt when 'IT' was released was enough to cause others to change. Others with the thirst, even outside of the rules of exchange. No fullmoon needed, no beams of moonlight. His demon drove others insane. Causing any craving to accelerate to massive levels. Causing the feeling of starvation as he had felt in the American frontier hundreds of years ago. The hunger that drove him to insanity, drove him to commit a crime against nature. Against god, and anything clean. 'IT" was the hunger. 'IT' was pure and gutteral, it was the animal that kept him alive when nothing else answered his screams for help. 'IT' was more him then the cage of flesh that sat in the seat next to Blair. 'IT" was the thing that kept him in the fight, kept him in the hunt, kept him moving forward. Kept him from eating a bullet. "IT' was something called a Wendango, a Native American form of the Cannis virus. A different religion, the same demon, though Sasha unlike those of horror story was not driven to the insanity it could bring. It had not devoured him. He felt no need to eat human flesh in most cases. He learned to control it. Learned from a much wiser witch doctor of a small village of natives. Learned to feed the 'white' wolf and not the 'black' wolf.

"Not long, about an hour. I-" His cellphone rang. He held up a finger and flicked open the cheap gas station phone. A stressed voice whispered from the other end. Benny, in all of his glory.

"I hacked into the mansion as you said, using the backdoor you implaced for me. Your arrival is marked and noted as far back as a year. As well as a trace for missed emails, it will look like you were coming. Hey, are you sure this is such a good ide-"

"Understood." Sasha closed the phone,cutting off the concern from Benny tucked away in the basement of Goliath's Tower in the middle of the city. with enough time to look over the Blair as he pulled up to the main gate of the mansion. The one place she never expected to be, wither she could put two and two together was yet to be seen. His mind went to the snub nose revolver he had given her. High power, loaded with a special round more then enough to end him. She had orders that night during all of this. If he ever did anything to break her trust she was to put him down. It was all he could offer her. He kept eye contact and smirked as the vehicle moved up to the small gaurd post, the man inside shaken but still professional as he approached the vehicle, the MP5K Sub Machine Gun, not hidden well amoungst his black fatigues with emblazoned emblems of some security front company Sasha was sure.

The man spoke with a thick German accent, motioning for the window to be brought down. Human, judging by the scent of moving blood, in his veins. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" He barked, his right hand waving closely over the grip of the machine gun at his side.

Sasha turned from Blair and barked back the best he could, trying to nail the frantic business salesman. "Whatdya mean who am I?! WHO ARE YOU! What is that!" Sasha pointed to the gun at his side. "Ive been calling and trying to get ahold of your boss for weeks now and here I am! Do you know how much this is costing me? How much this is going to cost him? Last minute is one thing, but this is far beyound respectable! You get him on the phone and let me into this place NOW!"

The gaurd despite his size was taken back from the sudden outburst.... Blair was as well. Sasha had nailed annoyed well enough. "SIPRIS. THE OWNER OF THIS ESTABLISHMENT! What the hell is your name? Who is this security company? I need to know so I never use you for my parties. This is the cherry on top of the ******** cake."

The gaurd shrunk back into his plate carrier, his momentum gone for the moment has his right hand moved to his PTT for his radio headset. "One moment sir."

"Tell him that Allen is here to get this party planned!" Sasha threw the business card at the man, the card moving quickly in the air, gently hitting the man on the chest, landing in his hand as he began to try and explain the situation to his 'boss' inside of the building. "I SENT A TON OF EMAILS!" Sasha kept up the pressure and turned to Blair in the passanger seat, who had woken up just in time for his show. "THIS IS RIDICULOUS! How? How am I to plan this thing so quickly." He smiled nearly laughing at himself, turned away from the flustered guard.

Inside the alarms were raised, but the path was in place. Sipris was asked to log into his emails and a flood of emails in the same tone as Sasha was giving the man at the front gate, his voice bleeding into the radio transmissions. Srpris himself was question as to the identity of the man in the car. Inside he was a mix of emotions at Sasha sitting before the gate of the seized mansion. Now the second most infested building in the city next to the Headquarters of the Vampires themselves. But the plan was in place and there was little he could do.

"What do you want from me? It is my birthday tomorrow and I do have a party every year. It would seem most odd to the other packs that I do not throw it on time and proper, that man is my party planner. The women, is his assistant. You did not allow me calls outside of the building. I had no access to email, or my business. I could not cancel and the invitations were already sent abroad, while it is your call I suppose I do not think my absence would be seen lightly in the eyes of others." Sipris watched as the men struggled to find a way out of the argument. These were men off guard, and Sasha was laying it on thick outside. Now throwing things out of the car at the flustered guard taking cover in the small hut.

The gate would of course open in time after the highest woken member of the guild woke up to give them the go ahead. Not Dracul. No one woke the man in fear of retaliation of the deadliest kind, torture and consumption. I hope you have a plan..... As he waited for Sasha and Blair to emerge from the carpool of the mansion. Waited in the main hall all cameras on him, armed guards now on alert.



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PostPosted: Mon Jul 31, 2017 10:32 pm
Blair pulled a face as Sasha held up his finger at her, making her wait for the rest of his answer to her question. She sighed softly and turned away again, tucking a piece of scarlet hair behind her ear as she glanced in the side mirror. The red was bright and it took a long while to get it there. They had spent time bleaching it and for some time she was a dirty blonde. Blair always assumed the brighter color made her stand out more, but Sasha seemed quite adamant about changing her appearance. Part of her just assumed he liked red hair, but he wasn’t exactly the telling kind of guy. She’d picked up on some of his little eccentricates, she had even watched him make mysterious phone calls to people day after day. Her mind would race with thoughts of interest in what he was talking about or who he was talking to. After a while she stopped caring all together, since nothing had ever happened after he would make them, assuming she was safe as long as they could continue to travel from place to place together in relative safety. Besides, she knew basic self-defense now, Blair bitterly reminded herself; not that it would amount to much against some kind of super strong man or woman.

They were approaching a gated house now. Blair sat up straight in her chair, trying to look proper enough to pass off for what they were supposed to be now: Party Planners. Sasha had even found them clothes to make them look professional, and hopefully passable, to get them into the compound. He had found her a stylish black dress that had a small slit on her thigh and some stockings with lines up the back of her legs. Blair had found some nice black stilettos, as well, finishing it off with her favored choker with the crescent moon and tucked down into the front of the dress on a long silver chain were Sasha’s partner’s dog tags. She never took them off, and coveted her velvet choker, as it was the last piece of her little world she had left. It wasn’t that she wanted to remember, but more like hold on to any semblance of her normalcy. More and more she was sure she wasn’t getting it back, maybe ever.

Sasha stopped the car and brought Blair out of her thoughts, the window rolled down and a warm breeze drifted through to rustle her hair slightly. The man who was supposedly a security guard looked at them with such suspicion Blair almost had to stifle a laugh. Sasha was really laying it on him and at one point she even jumped, probably adding to the drama of the situation. The young man was flustered quite a bit, and Sasha was relentless. He turned to her and was stifling laughter. Blair put her fingertips to her lips and tried to keep her own laughter from bubbling to the surface, her eyes alight with amusement as she watched Sasha smile at her. Soon he was throwing things at the poor man, and she had to hold on to the camera and her little purse for dear life or he was liable to throw them out as well. It was honestly hysterical to watch. She wanted so badly to laugh, to let loose the laughter she didn’t often get to experience lately. Her nightmares were getting more frequent, and she was increasingly unable to sleep; probably why she was sleeping in the car so often.

Eventually the guard begrudgingly buzzed the gate and slowly it rolled open to they could enter the grounds the house was situated in. It was some fair ways off the road, away from everything. It was quite a shock to see at first, as she had imagined a military compound. This was far from what she had imagined; brownstone bricks up the outside, a lovely stark contrast to the beautiful green grounds sprawling out around it. It was a truly lovely sight to Blair’s tired eyes. It was obviously old but had been well taken care of and updated where it needed. The amount of windows she could see from just the one side of the house was staggering, and Blair silently took a moment to think about how often they needed cleaning and quickly thanked anyone who was listening for her small one bedroom house she wasn’t ever going to see again. The guards really spoiled the atmosphere of the place, skulking about here and there with heavy firearms and sour looks on their faces. They made it quite obvious they were on high alert and didn’t even try to hide the obvious suspicion while they watched the two of them. It was a shame, really.

Sasha pulled the car up to the roundabout in front and parked the car there, passing her a slight smile before opening the car door and stepping into the sunshine. His suit pants were slightly wrinkled from sitting in the car for so long. The attire was so starkly different from his usual t-shirt and jeans. Blair wore just about anything that came her way, unable to be picky anyway. Besides, she had never been very fussy about what she wore. Anything that was comfortable was what took precedence over style. She wasn’t trying to attract attention then, and she certainly didn’t want it now. Taking a long breath, she stepped out of the car and exhaled all the air and hopefully her nerves. Pretending Sasha was her boyfriend or brother or whathaveyou was simple enough. But this was full-scale infiltration and she wasn’t sure she was quite ready for this moment. But time waits for no one, not even a small, insignificant psychic who could see into it.

Blair stepped out of the car slowly, taking care to place her heels in a safe spot in the gravel. Sasha came around and closed the door for her, looming over her with a reassuring aura about him. She calmed, probably visibly, and off they went in through the enormous wooden double doors. Immediately, Blair was quite intimidated by the house. It held a very foreboding energy and she stuck quite close to Sasha as he walked in like he owned the joint. It was a large room, with an equally large grand wooden staircase covered with ornate carpet. It hugged the walls, curving beautifully around to meet in the middle where a single staircase came down to settle on the tile flooring. There were paintings and other decorations but Blair wasn’t paying much mind now that a man was descending the stairs to meet the two of them at the bottom. His footsteps echoed quietly as he slowly made his way to them, dressed to the nines in what she could only assume was an expertly tailored suit. The pants were creased down the front, his white shirt tucked and secured with an expensive looking leather belt barely seen under his fitted vest. The vest was beautifully fit, three buttons down the front and a beautifully ironed lapel to frame his muscular chest. He finished it off with a dark red tie, accenting the dark heather gray of the suit immaculately. Blair was impressed. He certainly gave off the impression that he wasn’t kept here against his will.

His leather shoes hit the tile and he rapidly was approaching them at the front door, still left open behind them. A warm breeze drifted by as he turned to look at her. His hair was long and dark, and his features were sharp like his bright eyes. Inwardly, Blair shuddered. This was a worldly man, she could smell the cologne and the intoxicating spices from where she stood. He quickly looked back towards Sasha and smiled briefly, taking his hand and giving it a solid pump before letting his hands fall to his sides and slide into his pants pockets. “Good to see you’re still alive.” He simply stated.

“Sipris. Good to see you.” Sasha replied, smiling easily. Blair watched the two converse without really listening, feeling quite preoccupied at the moment. The strange feelings didn’t dissipate like she thought they would, and she was worried she was going to have another episode. Her eyes were already unfocused and the sound was reaching her ears as if it had to travel a long distance to reach her. Her hand touched Sasha’s arm and she indicated she needed to use the restroom and he pointed her in the general direction, watching her leave with slight concern furrowing his brows. The conversations faded as she walked down the long hallway, searching for the right door. It took a few minutes before she found the right door and quickly let herself in, stumbling with the grace of a newborn giraffe to the cool tile floor and backing herself up against the wall farthest from the door. Her eyes shut tight, her pulse racing so fast you could visibly see her veins pumping blood. Blair inhaled and then exhaled slowly, calming her senses. She wasn’t going to be a victim this time. Determined to keep the vision from coming to her, she focused on old memories and emotions, keeping her mind too occupied so as to shield it from anything that wished to take advantage of her. For long moments Blair sat on the ground, hugging herself fiercely with legs bent and tucked to the side on the tile floor of the bathroom. It seemed to stretch out into what felt like hours.

Her make-shift mental shields help up enough to keep the strange force from taking her over completely. The muscles in her face ached slightly as she released them, the tenseness slipping from her body. She felt quite a bit like jell-o and was very definitely feeling like falling asleep on the cool tiles. Blair made herself stand up, gripping the counter with one hand as she pushed back tendrils of red hair with the other. She hesitated to look into the mirror, knowing she would find a flushed and tired face staring back at her. Instead she splashed cold water onto her neck, trying to refresh herself. Once she was sure she was herself again, her body and mind firmly under her control, Blair left the room and reentered the hallway quietly closing the door behind her. She could hear the ringing in her ears dissipating as she took a look around, realizing she didn’t remember how she got here. “s**t.”

The hallway was lined with doors and decorations, kept dust-free and immaculate. Everything looked well cared after and quite expensive. Her blue eyes raked along the walls as she walked aimlessly along. She didn’t try to look for anything recognizable, as she didn’t remember anything from her trip there anyway. The house, or more accurately mansion, was very comforting, even though she felt extremely out of place in such extravagant surroundings. It felt like she was walking in circles until finally she came to a dead end. It was just a small staircase hidden away in a back hallway, but she was fully lost now, so it was this or try to weave her way back through the way she came and that was a lost cause. Up she went, right hand on the hand rail as she tried to keep herself steady on the old, creaking stairs.

Once at the top she paused, unsure of where to go from there. A strange chill was entering the air, following her, raising the hairs on her skin. It felt eerily like a spirit trying to get her attention, as so many had tried to do before when she was younger. She’d never been able to physically see them, but the presence with this particular one was stronger than the others. A restless spirit, alert and intent on getting its point across to her. The carpeted floor absorbed sound as she slowly, cautiously made her way down the long hallway. The silence was almost deafening, the lack of people slightly concerning since guards were covering every other inch of the place. Blair was beginning to feel like she was just a target for all things spooky and creepy today. The lack of sleep probably had something to do with it, making her that much more susceptible to all the invading forces.

An open doorway snapped into focus before her as her mind quieted down. There was light pooling into the dim hallway; a welcome respite against the cold and bleak air. She passed through it cautiously, letting her eyes adjust to the new light slowly. Soon she stood at a banister, hands settled on the railing, overlooking the grand ballroom. The floor plan was actually quite open with three sets of double doors on both walls that face the gardens, lending natural light and fresh air to the large room. The tile was beautiful gray marble, and it looked as though people had already brought in tables and chairs to set up for the big event. Blair realized she must have stumbled on an old service passageway somehow as she looked back through the doorway. No one was around now, so she took the opportunity to walk the expanse of the walkway overlooking the ballroom. It was still quite cold, despite the warm air flowing into the large room. One hand left on the smooth and polished railing she walked over to the staircase and traveled down to the main floor of the room.

Blair quickly realized she wasn’t alone, standing at the bottom of the staircase, hand still gripping the banister as she watched a man’s figure turn to greet her with a piercing stare. Her body shivered when they met eyes, his pale and mostly colorless vision standing in the middle of the room. He was tall with handsome Native American features, long dark hair that reached almost to his waist. He didn’t seem to be wearing anything noteworthy; a collared shirt and pants where all she could really make out, or at least that was what he appeared in anyway. But he was staring at her with such intent she could feel it from where she was at the bottom of the stairs, hand still glued to the banister. She had never been able to see figures this clearly before, and with Sasha around she wasn’t able to see much of anything. She had chalked it up to stress or lack of sleep, but without him around she didn’t seem to have any trouble. He was watching her, waiting for her to come to him. Blair hesitated, unsure of herself, but something compelled her to go anyway. Her feet moved without thought, her skin crawling every step. It got colder and colder as she approached, feeling the chill against her skin the closer she got.

The man was much taller than she originally thought, looming over her like Sasha did. His eyes never left hers until they traveled down the length of her necklace and rested where the dog-tags hung under her dress. Blair pulled them out and held them up for him to see, and he nodded. Blair didn’t have to look down at the tags. She already knew what they said, and what they meant to Sasha. “You’re Mac.” The young man nodded in response slowly, eyes sizing her up as if trying to assess if she were worthy or a burden. She could feel the questions burning at the front of her mind, but it seemed as though the apparition was content to be silent. It was as if he wanted her to know something, but what she couldn’t seem to figure out. Quietly they stood, staring at each other. Eventually her mind filled with a vision she could only describe as catastrophic.

There she knelt on her knees in the midst of flames and wreckage. It was like the end of an action movie where the set was totally trashed after a long and hard fought battle. Dirty and scraped up, disheveled clothes, stilettos tossed aside. She could almost feel the hot breeze, the air being sucked out of the immediate surroundings. Her lungs felt tight, her cheeks wet with salty tears making tracks down the dirt caked on the skin of her face. Blair could see her arm outstretched in front of her, reaching for someone else’s outstretched hand. The vision snapped out of focus suddenly and Blair was left to wonder if it was truth or fiction, a premonition of what is to come or something worse.

It wasn’t until Blair heard the sound of a door opening that she spun around to find that she wasn’t alone anymore. The apparition watched for a moment then vanished just as Blair turned back to see him fade. He gave her a solemn nod and was gone, but she was sure that wasn’t the last of him she would see. Instead a very tall, European looking woman took his place. Her hair was cut in a severe bob that framed her high cheekbones, most likely dyed blonde but it looked natural on her as opposed to Blair’s own red hair. She wore faded and ripped jeans, black heeled boots and a white t-shirt underneath a dark jacket. Her hazel eyes were fixed on Blair as she approached her in the middle of the ballroom. “You look different than last I saw you.” The woman spoke clearly, but with a slight accent she couldn’t quite place. She must not have heard that over the video chat that she had last seen her. It was Niome.

“It’s been a long time. This lifestyle isn’t exactly kind to the body.” Blair quietly replied, cautiously keeping a small distance between the woman and herself. She honestly wasn’t sure who she could trust. The only person she fully trusted, with limits, was Sasha, and that had not come easy for him. Admittedly, she still had reservations, but she could only afford so many of those before putting her life in jeopardy because of past hurts.

“It's something else; it suits you though. The new hair is nice. Really makes your eyes pop.” Niome smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her hazel eyes. She was feeling just as cautious as Blair was, it seemed. Both women were careful not to mention their names, or anyone else’s.

“Well, I would have preferred to keep the original color, honestly. But there’s no arguing with that man sometimes.” Blair smiled and the warmth slowly returned to her body. Niome raised an eyebrow briefly before turning to look out the open double doors.

“This will be quite a large party, as it usually is every year. He does love grand things. b*****d would bankrupt us if I weren’t around.” Niome rolled her eyes and sighed, looking back to Blair with a tilted head. “Think you’ll be able to handle whatever happens? It’s probably gonna be a s**t storm eventually. I can feel it.”

Blair’s earlier vision skipped across her vision quickly before she took a deep breath and exhaled. “Well, I don’t think I have a choice, come hell or high water. So, I better be ready for whatever happens.” The chill in the air was long gone now, but a cold dread seeped into her bones as she stood there looking at the other woman. She shrugged and watched Niome curiously, wondering who she was, what she thought. The woman was iron clad with facial expressions. Gave nothing away unless she wanted to.

“Who were you talking to? You were alone in here.” Niome asked quietly, curiosity written all over her face.

Blair flinched inwardly, but she knew this intimidatingly beautiful woman was aware of her differences. “A restless apparition.” She left it at that, not knowing how much to say. Besides, she didn’t really know what to say in the first place. She wasn’t even certain it was Mac to begin with. She’d never seen a picture of him; just went on the visual cues of a ghost who seemed like he had so much left to say and no way to do it.

“Interesting.” Niome mused as she crossed her arms under her chest and took a few steps towards the doors open to the expansive gardens. “I…” She hesitated, glancing back at Blair before looking back towards the blue sky hanging over the green grass. “I think tonight will be very interesting.” Her hazel eyes hardened again, unable to open up to Blair just yet. Too much was unknown about her, although her powers seemed to be growing even if she wasn’t aware of it. There were plenty of people very much aware and watching, waiting to strike in the shadows. Niome wanted to help, deep down she knew it would be the best thing for both of them.

She was brought out of her thoughts by voices approaching the double doors of the ballroom from the mansion. Both Sasha and Sipris walked in at that moment, showing puzzled looks at the two women standing in the ballroom. “I found your assistant, Allen.” Finally, a genuine smile that reached even her eyes.

Blair wondered thoughtfully what kind of history these people had together. She recognized the jealousy that tried to creep up but quickly suppressed the feeling, knowing it was wrong. These feelings had been cropping up much more easily now, random feelings that she didn’t quite understand how to interpret. Time would only tell, but she wasn’t sure she had that.


The cold dread seeped deeper into her bones.
 
PostPosted: Sun Aug 06, 2017 12:29 pm
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It worked. The dumbest plan in the world, constructed by the brain sitting behind the smirk as he helped Blair from the vehicle worked. No one here knew exactly what he looked like. And all of the staff so far were human. Most likely from a private security contract, gathered under a contract agreement with what whom they thought was likely the CIA or FBI, possibly US Marshals. Their only paid contract was to be themselves. The wolves could all escape, but the blood they shred would bring in a very real response from the world in the city below. Real cops. Real people. Real Innocent people.

As soon as they cleared the doors the shaken guard was an afterthought. the expanse of the house had them now. Swallowed into the interior of its massive walls. The new camera and running wires around the corners of the room. Swept under massive carpets reminded Sasha very quickly that someone was watching. Maybe not hearing but they were watching. He mad an attempt to not give the lenses much of his face. This was a dumb plan. It was the only plan. There was no plan B but to shoot out of it all again.

His mind locked down onto what needed said and done, as Sipris approached them both. He noticed the concern eyes lay on Blair. He knew. He knew who she was. The handshake was stiffer then normal. The air heavier. And the damn heavy curtains would only let dim sunshine illuminate the entry. Sasha already wanted the sunlight from the outside back on him.

It was all small talk as Sipris lead them slowly further into the mouth of the doorway. Further from the remote surveillance, and the guards. Cracks about the party. Sipris was quick to pick up Sasha's cover and identity. Sasha wouldn't expect any less of the man who was once OSS, and then MI-6 in it's fledgling stages. He wasn't sure he was even completely out of the game to this day, and the two men had few secrets to hide from each other. Blair motioned that she had to use the restroom, and Sasha watched her as she left. He felt slightly more alone. The only partner he had, had in the last few weeks had been her. He had grown used to her presence next to him.

Sipris smiled as he then moved the two of them to a small side office that he kept to receive guest to the building. It was the small talk office. It was nothing but office supplies. Nothing of any meaning. Papers that would be seen as marks of service. Military, doctorates, degrees, awards, certifications. Non of it ment anything. It was a mock up of the office of someone who would be able to afford a house like this. It was a paper trail created to show the untrained eye the ways in which the property was afforded. Sasha found himself soon with a glass of scotch from under the table and a notepad with the usual names on it, he felt the presence of a guard outside the room.

They had finally begun to catch up. Sasha would be watched carefully. "I've already received a copy of this from your wife months ago. Although while she didnt use email and hand wrote it alludes me. Tell me Sipris why all of the guards suddenly? This is much unlike this place. In fact I haven't seen hide nor hair of anyone else and this place is normally jumping." Sasha tossed the small notebook of names and RSVPs he had already worked over the last couple of weeks.

Sipris began to reply. Understanding the tone and the question truly at hand before him. "The family have been grounded to their rooms. I don't need them getting in the way of the plans, since this is so last minute. The guards are..... let's just say I have vested interest in a business deal gone south." He sent a glare at Sasha. His mouth gaped ever so slightly when he began to digest the names on the pad. His eyes meet Sasha's, and their was an understanding of the meaning. Sasha might have as well handed him the Launch codes to the US's and Russian Nuclear Armories. Every single name and group a known enemy of theirs, and of each other. The research and recon alone was impressive. Checks and Balances. They would all come ready to kill, blood-lust in their eyes, but it wouldn't go off without someone starting it all. "This guest list is..... interesting.... Im not quite following the choice that my 'wife' made in the choosing of the attendees."

Sasha smirked as he downed another crystalline glass of the scotch. "Explosive parties, money backed guaranteed." The words hit Sipris harder then a cannonball launched directly before him. So that's the plan? Our 1943? Our Burning Earth? Sipris wasn't sure if it was anger or the slap in the face that came with the acceptance that Sasha was not the one to bring up the topic lightly. Sasha more then any in the house said himself would never mention the idea unless it was warranted. But Sipris had to take a minute to think. To think about he had brought the girl right under the noises of the searchers. Right to the gates of hell itself. He admitted he only wanted the girl because Dracul wanted her more then the piece of s**t had wanted anything in a long time. Was this a tactic to save the family or save himself? He himself partook in a heavy poured glass of the amber liquid fire. The room spun as the men spoke with eyes and souls, and not with words.

Sipris, made his choice. Another glass for them both. A toast. "How much do I owe you?" Sasha played the part. "This will be my last year throwing this for you my friend. I'm retiring after this party. You've always been my best customer. This one is on the house." The duality of the words hurt.

Sasha noticed the time that Blair had been missing and squirmed under his formal wear. "If you don't mind sir, I do need to speak to my assistant as soon as possible and begin moving in the sound equipment, and other amenities." Sipris stood first and they snapped back into the act as the exited the room. The guard who had been ear pressed on the door did his best to appear as if he was simply patrolling the halls. Sasha made note of the small firearm he could tuck into the formal wear. Blair had been gone to long. Even for just using a bathroom. When they found her note to be near the entry or the restroom, both of the men quickened their pace, both of the men began to move in aggressive form. Knees tucked under them. Muscles tensed and ready to react to the smallest stimulus. They both rounded the corner to find Niome and Blair within the large ballroom.

"They all think that you're a monster. But I know that you're not. You're not!"
"Are you sure about that.......? What if I find these men that did this to my family? What if nothing changes? What if this is just me now?"
"......Don't you get that chance to know that?"


Sasha moved over to Blair, face showing some concern at the time gone. "Sipris, Is there a room for me and my assistant to setup our camp for the night." Niome noticed the language. Her curious eyes moved to Sirpris.

"The basement office should be more then enough. Just like last year." Sipris looked down to Niome, who in turn was shocked at the response. The basement was and forever had been the military heart of the basement. The basement was Sasha's domain. And even the guards showed little interesting in patrolling the depths. All but one. All but one Vampire. She opened her mouth to say the word of warning to Sasha, but he was already ushering his 'Assistant' down the hall.

"Very interesting indeed." Sirpris was hugging her. This was the first time affection had been honestly shown for a long time. She could feel the warmth from him. Warmth from a man who normally exhaled condensation he was so cold. She.... for the first time in a long while felt safe, her eyes snapped open as she realized the droplets of water hitting her forehead were from Sirpris and not a leaking pipe. .......s**t.

Sasha began moving the small amount of gear he was hiding on his person from pocket to pocket. Bringing a small Bluetooth ear-set into position in his right ear. He tossed another one to Blair who would find conversation already taking place from a plethora of people over the communication net. She was finally plugged into the plan Sasha had been working on since the night in the cabin. She was finally in on the plans. C4, Explosives, The building routes. Key rooms. She would hear in time even Sipris and Niome plug into the network. The dumbwaiter to the basement came to a stop and Sasha opened the heavy doors, with grinding metal.

He stopped his march towards some unknown depths within a basement out of an haunted attraction. Only dim light from the shaft behind them illuminating, and only so far into the inky blackness. "Blair, I'm sorry but I think I have some explaining to do. You did great. Let me get us to where we are going and I'm gonna answer to anything you want to know. And this time I mean Everything." He gently took her hand and headed into the nothingness that was around them. Till Blair came to a stop slightly bumping into Sasha's left arm, as he fumbled with keypad, somewhere in the black. A ping and the door opened. A click and Blair who was guided before Sasha would see an armory, and communications center that would make the Elite War-fighters of the world blush at. She could peek back and see that the label on the outward facing of the door read Janitorial, as Sasha closed it and pulled up a chair from the wall, motioning for Blair to take a Seat across from him in the bright lights of the room. He sat reversed and watched her adjust to the light and the surrounding. Lost in her expressions of loss, but at the growing ability to go with it.

"A partnership is based on trust. You get 3 Questions about anything in this world, before I fill you into the plan taking place tonight." He reached for one of the smokes he had in a breast pocket. Something to relax even his frayed nerves. The days leading up to this wear starting to show through in the slightest. He watched as her mind flooded with questions. "I'm gonna get you out of all of this. You won't be able to go home after this, but Im gonna get you the closest thing to a real life that I can."











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PostPosted: Wed Aug 23, 2017 1:20 pm
Blair was visibly comforted by Sasha's return. There was no doubt that his presence never failed to calm her down. She was still in the dark as far as knowledge was concerned; Sasha still had much to tell her. The cold dream that had permeated her bones lightened with his touch, her skin warmed. He had been worried, she could tell. The look on his face showed concern for the amount of time lost. Blair managed to suppress the blush but couldn't keep the sheepish, embarrassed expressions from creeping to the surface. Quickly she tried to push back the feelings and pat attentions. Something was happening between the three of them that she couldn't quite place, but the gravity of the words she could almost palpate. Niome was stunned, while Sipris easily answered. With just the answer, Sasha was off down the hallway, hand on her lower back in an attempt to keep her close. She had noticed these times happened easier now; Sasha let down his guard around her and in turn she began to trust him. It was a slow process for both parties, as they both had their own demons to battle, but it was still gradually growing. Into what she couldn't tell.

Once they were closer to their destination, Sasha removed his guiding hand and shifted the gear around on his person. He tossed her an ear piece and she quietly squeaked in surprise as it bounced from palm to palm until she got a good grip on the device. He put his on and she followed suit, surprised by all the noise suddenly crowing her eardrums. "What...?" Her blue eyes widened in surprise. Some of it was hard to make out, with so many people and noises going off at the same time. When she finally paid a little of her crowded attention to the room, she was surprised all over again. expecting something a little more dramatic, she was a little non-plused bu her surroundings. The darkness seemed all consuming, the light from the dumb waiter hardly even touching anything but a few measly fee in front of the. Sasha spoke: an apology. Why was he apologizing now? And what did he mean by everything? His hand grasped hers and she felt goosebumps. Something was wrong; she could feel it coming as an animal could feel natural disasters approach. He guided her through the darkness until they reached a keypad. Blair was too wrapped up in her anxious thoughts to notice he had stopped. Her body collided with his left side softly, jolting her out of her stupor and back to reality. A sharp ping and the door glided open easily. Sasha pulled her around in front of him and guided her into the center of the room. A room filled to the brim with weapons and gear; more than anyone would likely see in their lifetime if they were a regular citizen and blissfully unaware as she had once been.

He pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit down, to which she happily obliged. Her legs felt like jelly after everything that had happened today. She wasn't sure she was quite prepared for what he was going to tell her. He was staring at her, she knew it, but she needed to calm herself and remember to be flexible. Just go with the flow. She had learned that by being around this man long enough to understand and appreciate his personality. He spoke finally and her attention snapped back to his face, her blue eyes connected to his brown eyes. They were like the color of earth, old and wise yet still so alive. His words hit her like a ton of bricks. Her lips parted and mouth opened to hang open. Questions Trust? Plan?
Blair pulled the ear piece off and placed it in her lap with slightly quivering hands. She closed her mouth and took a deep breath with closed eyes. He spoke again and her eyes snapped open, clear and blue and focused on Sasha with intensity she didn't know she was capable of. Blair stared at him a moment with a furrowed brow before pulling off her stilettos and standing to pace in front of him. Was he talking about leaving her? Was this basically a breakup of their partnership? She realized she was wringing her hands but couldn't stop the action from happening. Worry and fear crept up through her body, the cold dread re-appeared and spread a chill she couldn't shake off this time.

It took a few moments before she could look at Sasha but she managed it. The pacing stopped momentarily as she opened and closed her mouth several times, trying to make her voice work and words to come out. "From... from the moment I left for that set up, I didn't have a home to return to anyway." She started pacing again. The anxious energy made her muscles twitch. "What do you mean? My home is with you' I don't know anything else. I don't understand." Blair could hear her words beginning to run together as her speech started to speed up. "Real life? I never had one to begin with. Why is this any different?" She protested quietly, feeling a growing lump in her throat. Maybe she was getting ahead of herself, maybe the words he said had a different meaning. He had given her three questions, but all she could think about was being separated from the only person she had ever trusted with her whole heart. Not even her friends had that kind of trust, and in the end they had betrayed her anyway, proving to her that trust is useless. But after being thrown into this crazy underworld, she realized she needed to loosen the grip she had on her trust and learn to open up to the only man she could. There was no choice; trust Sasha or die. She couldn't make it alone. Dis she make a mistake in giving her trust so easily to Sasha? No, she had no choice in the matter, but even if she had initially, he had earned it time and time again over the course of their travels together. So why now? Why did things need to change now? Blair quietly contemplated these things while she sat down again, breathing deep the smoke he had been puffing into the air from his herbal cigarette. It filled the space between them swirling delicately around her as she sat in front of him. Quietly she collected her thoughts, eyes locked with his; a vast cerulean ocean filled with emotions and questions. When she spoke again her voice was calm and her thoughts collected once again, attempting to make herself adjust to the situation and be flexible and open to his answers. Blair could feel the anger and betrayal creep up in the back of her mind, trying to suppress and rationalize everything that was happening. She wasn't sure she could take another person leaving her all alone. Not again.

"Alright." Finally she spoke, trying to keep her voice even. Blair leaned forward and placed both palms over her knees, closing in the space between them slightly, smoke curing around her. "I'll go along with this for now. I get three questions, correct?" He nodded and she leaned back into her seat. Her legs crossed one over the other and arms crossed under her chest. She felt his anticipation at her questions, but she wasn't sure what to ask first. Should she ask about Grimdark? Major players in the plan? Skip the questions and just ask for the plan? She wanted to remain blissfully ignorant but that was childish and besides that, Sasha needed a partner in all this. He couldn't do it alone forever. Blair needed to think clearly about what three questions were important to find information on. She could ask about Mac, seeing as his ghost was appearing to her and it seemed only to her. One hand came up to pull the dog tags out to fiddle with them. Blue eyes focused on the name, thumb grazing over the letters impressed into the metal. She could also ask why everyone was so focused on her and why. There were so many things she needed to clarify, and quite a few things she wasn't sure she were brave enough to even tackle. "Okay, who was Mac and what happened to him?" She watched Sasha's reaction carefully, trying to gauge how truthful his answer would be. "The next question, I guess, would be why am I the only person everyone is after? What is so special about me that everyone just has to have?" Her brows knit together at the center as she stood up again, fiddling with the ear piece still in her hands. She padded back and forth behind her chair once more. "I can't possibly be the only person in this world with this power. So why me? I'm not so special. My powers aren't all that strong." She shook her head softly, red hair flowing gracefully around her face as she looked down at her hands gripping the small earpiece. "I'm a nobody."

She tried to move along to the next question quickly, avoiding the possibility of a drawn out, awkward conversation she wasn't sure she was ready to have yet. "My last question allotted, so I guess I better make it good." She chuckled softly. "Well, you're already going to tell me about the plan we have in place here, so then I suppose I should ask something important." Blair wasn't ready for this yet. It had been coming for a long while, and they had been together for quite a long time now. Her brain was drawing a blank though. Nothing was coming to mind as she stood still in place behind her chair. She felt dejected, frustrated, lost. Was there nothing she could do to keep that future, that possibility, from coming true? Her eyes glistened over at the thought of it. She wasn't ready to be alone again. The scene flashed before her eyes; smoke and bright flames, a tattered dress and dirty, outstretched hand to a stranger. Was that the only outcome? The only possibility that could happen? Blair shook her head harder this time, willing herself to put the thought behind her. Sasha had a plan. He had something, at least.

Blair took a deep breath and walked over to Sasha, still sitting in his chair with his rapidly dwindling cigarette, eyes watching her with patience. "Is this what you really want?" She knelt down on her knees in front of him, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek, her thumb caressing the stubble along his skin. "Is this the best way?" Her bright eyes watched his carefully, cautiously. He seemed resolute, slightly remorseful even. Blair pulled her hand away slowly, an ominous feeling creeping over her porcelain skin. "Okay." The word sounded hoarse, even to her. It was like all the air was taken from her lungs with just one look. "Well then, what's the plan?" Blair put a little distance between them and stood, going back to sit in her chair across from Sasha and await instructions. She needed to be ready for any possibility, and yet she knew she wouldn't be ready for this one.  
PostPosted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 9:31 am
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Sasha McAndrews
You all Will Fall To Me. Politician Demon on a Mission.



Sasha, felt the emotional kick to his gut on the question on Mac. She had hinted at asking before. He had always passed it off, but now he was dead in her sights gun drawn and round in the chamber. Still he decided to answer backwards. Hitting the questions and buying his stomach sometime before answering her cutting question. Even behind his jaded face she had to have seen him wince her eyes were watching for it. She knew where the pain he held was still, a flash of anger in his heart as he realized that only after a week she knew. He had left the door open. Left it unlocked, he wanted her to ask, but never wanted to answer. This was.......a pain he couldn't ride himself off.

"You think this ugly mug was anything special? Do you think any of the low life scum you have been living with for the last month wanted this life? That is the grimdark. You don't get to choose." He reached behind him on the workbench and tossed her the manila folder sitting there. Everything about on file about who she was. He sighed and knew that wasn't the answer he had promised, but it was the truth of the matter. No on ever asked for this s**t. "...Look.... Im not a stalker. I didnt follow you around and write up this report. That was... someone else, no idea who they got to do it. According to the information we have, which is information we got from a person who was getting it for Dracul, not us it's your birthdate. They think you are able to lead them to something, no idea what it is. We don't normally care, in reality to Sipris and us you were a game of keep away. A kick to the proverbial d**k if you will. He wanted you, therefore we were going to stop that. You're an outsider to this life and therefore there is nothing in current armistice rulings that stop us from seizing you before you become under his..... well I guess there is no other way to put it.... property. Open warfare is frowned upon, everything about us and how this all works is kept under wraps, there are people much bigger in charge of that then me. then anyone here involved." He added sympathy that he could, he felt it as well. Maybe that was the reason he had grown attached. She was still even now on the thread of this life. One side, she might have a chance at a better normal life. The other, someone's property. "Im sorry Blair, but you're special, because you aren't. there is no one to miss you, no officials to bribe, no one to pay to look the other way. You are a means to an end, and then to be thrown away in a corner somewhere, but.... there are worse things to be. Being someone in this life, that's what gets you tortured and killed.... Better to be a nobody, trust me."

"Mac.....Mac was....Mac was a- Goddamnit." Sasha got up from the chair and marched as if putting holes in the cement to the foot locker across the room, bending over to grab one of the rope handles and slide it back out towards where Blair was standing. It stopped close to her feet. Sasha took a deep breath as he grabbed a pry bar from the many hung tools and firearms and marched back, with lighter steps. His eyes pleaded that she would tell him to stop, but the words didn't come. And he braced his foot against the nailed shut small crate and with a twitch of the wrist popped the lid from the body and opened the footlocker. Sasha didnt look down. He kept his eyes forward, but he motioned for her to look as he moved back to one of the pair of gear lockers back in the direction he had retrieved the box. Inside Blair would find photograph after photograph of two uniformed men, the uniforms changed and color was splashed in as the time went on. From The Spanish American war to WWI and WWII, Korea and Vietnam, the faces of the men stayed the same, despite the uniform and gear. One was clearly Sasha, the same smirk crossed his face on numerous of the photos. If she dug into the box of memories she may have found the photo from WWII with added guest stars of Sipris and Niome with them in OSI uniforms. He let her look before he got her attention again.

"You've seen it. You've seen the amount of damage it can take to kill some of us. But we aren't bulletproof. And sometimes things get out of hand. Add in a clan war between us and Dracul in the Northwest Wilderness, and things can get even worse."
He opened the locked and revealed an older pattern of body armor, fatigues, web gear, covered in mud, burns and blood, the fabric bearly held together, obvious bullet holes and puncture wounds. "Mac didn't make it." He shut the locker and moved over to the workbench. He rested his hands on the bench and leaned over, back to her, scars acting up white T shirt he had undressed to, ditching the jacket and disguise as other parties did the heavy lifting upstairs. "And there isn't a damned day of my life that I don't think of ways to bleed that son of a b***h when I get the chance."

His eyes traced the grains of the wood bench before him as he tried to real in the pressure behind his eyes, the knots in his stomach, and the fire under his skin. Anger, and regret, a cocktail that had driven many a men to do terrible things, survivors guilt cooked men from the inside until they had to squirm, they had to act, Sasha fought to keep it all down. The thing in his soul needed little other reason to stir and cause havoc. A constant need for fulfillment, a constant urge to live how he wanted. A shadow in the corner of the room grew bigger, as a wolves growl could be heard under deep breaths, but the creature didn't emerge, the sinking feeling in your gut that comes with your own hungers and addictions didn't flare up. Soon... Soon Mutt.

Then his mind circled on the question he had left unanswered. "Is this what you want?". The same question he had asked himself since he had grabbed this chick from under Dracul's grasp. Constantly coming up from the gaps it had kept reappearing to him, but he had wrote it off as he wanted to bring Dracul to his knees and if that ment this job that's what it meant, but at this effort it hardly seemed a solid answer. Sasha moved back over to his chair, picked up pictures in the open footlocker and tossed them back in, all the while very much aware of the pleading eyes from Blair. She knelt down in front of him, her hand reached his check and he snapped out of the spell. Everything calmed, but sense sharpened back to the task at hand.

"Is this what I want? No, but nothing in my life has been leading to that point anyway so this is all just another song and dance, and I've gotten good at swinging my hips at this point in time. I'd much rather have been on my way out of this shitheap of a situation but I took a job.... and then the job went bad. And I take that a bit personal. Half the pack turns coat and tries to take a patch out of me, I get a bit more invested in the outcome. This whole damn town turns a blind eye to a blatant act of war, I get a little cornered. So." The fire in his eyes was back as he met her gaze. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, suddenly, and even now half of his mind didnt know why, maybe it was so many other women in his life that he hadn't that drove him to do it now. "This isn't anywhere within a same county line as the best idea, but I'm gonna get you out of Dracul's grasp, and I'm gonna burn half of the populace of this city's gutter in the process."
















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PostPosted: Sun Sep 17, 2017 2:23 pm
"Not a stalker, huh?" Blair opened the file he tossed her and had to stop herself from audibly gasping. There were pictures of her getting coffee, going to work, reading a book in the window seat of her house, changing at home. She was embarrassed these even existed, aside from the fact that she never even knew someone was following her. She pulled out a copy of her birth certificate, a few key medical transcripts from her childhood, information about her house and her car, her job. Blair didn't even want to think about what else was in the file, a huge advantage to these people who were out to find her and use her. She realized quietly that she was just a job, another game for him and his kind to use. She was a commodity to these people, not a person. Her life had no meaning to them, and in all honesty it didn't mean much to her either. But it was hers, dammit, not theirs to use and play with. Her blue eyes looked up to his as he watched her. He apologized, told her she was special because she was a nobody.

She flinched away, knowing he was probably right, but it still hurt to be told straight up that she wasn't going to be missed, she wasn't going to be cared about, and she was low-risk as far as being kidnapped. Her parents didn't care, her brother didn't care, her only friend betrayed her. There really was no one to miss her. But... was that really true? Blair looked up at Sasha just as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. Her eyes went wide, fingertips on her right hand grazing over where his lips had touched her skin. Did it really just happen, or was it an accident? Was he trying to reassure her, rid her of her anxieties? He didn't seem confused, but resolute. His voice was stern and his eyes weren't really looking at her, but more like through her. He was on a mission. Blair closed her gaping mouth and turned away, trying to keep the rising heat to her cheeks from sight. How dare he? He was trying to get rid of her, he was using her, and yet he kissed her. Made her heart flutter and her chest ache. Why did she have to feel this way? Everything was so confusing. Her head was spinning. There were too many things happening to her in one day.

"Burn?" She quietly repeated, watching his own eyes burn with hatred. Blair pulled back and slipped on her stilettos, standing and brushing the non-existent dust from her black dress and crossed her arms. "Well, let's get started then. We don't have time to waste here." Blair moved past him, tossing the file on herself back onto the desk behind him and not giving it a second thought. She glanced at the monitors on the wall, placed the ear piece back on her ear, and waited for orders. There was nothing she could do. All she could do was wait and hope that what she saw was not about to come true.  
PostPosted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 3:19 pm
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Sasha McAndrews
Demon on A Mission
Burn It!
You Will All Fall to Me.


Sasha could only smirk at her like the devil himself after a scheme coming together. Her questioning tone bringing his mind back to the task at hand. It was only yesterday that the flesh had become new over the scars from the battle back at the cabin, and this was his payback. And Payback was An Absolute b***h of a Beast. "That's right, Burn." Her enthusiasm was well received as he turned to face the wall of weapons and gear....

-Meanwhile-


Sipris rushed hurriedly away from Sasha and the girl. His mind now completely set on the task at hand. His demeanor grim and dark, but the pep was back in his step as he was finally back in some meaningful feeling of command. While he was allowed to roam the building freely Dracul had made the place a prison and most of the back were at this time rotting away in their rooms. Boredom, hunger and thirst getting the better of them. They weren't dead, but they were sickly from not feeding 'temptations' they had all been waiting for a small morsal of hope and not Sipris was going to give it to them. Aurora, fell in line behind him still unsure of what Burning Earth was. And what the hell the two men where scheming. Her eyes rushed Sipris over as he trounced back towards his office. Her heart purred, and the vibrations tingled down her spine. Sipris was back in the hunt for the first time in a long time. Arousal would put to far of a tip on an almost predatory lust, this was Blunt and strong. Sipris, her mate in a sea of possibilities, his concentration, his power, the danger of the situation, the oncoming storm. She quivered, she had grown bored of this lifestyle and only hoped that differing days were on the horizon as the dust settled.

A guard stepped in his path, wearing some sense of foolish idea that he had any control at this point in time. His vampire masters were still asleep in coffins in the building and far away at the club downtown. He was wearing that look. Was..... before, without missing a stride, Sipris Bashed his head into the wall and left the body limp, the head still within the drywall of the hallway. Niome followed as Sipris was already on the phone with the closed telephone system getting the word to the others still in the building. The 20+ other entities with super human strength, and a hunger that had been growing for far too long in the building.

His eyes met with Niomee as he began to orchestrate the uprising. This was all planned out. And while Niome and the others had not been in the loop to the full extent of the policy he had constructed many many many years ago. He tried to give her a glance of comfort despite his own hunger and desire for payback. It felt real good cracking that skull against the wall. It felt good to be feared again. The calls went out to the rival gangs. Ghouls, zombies, spirits, mediums, gargoyle, wolves, vampires, Hunters, mercs, gangs, anything that find the night home. Anything with blood on their hands and a thirst for violence. The last guest however left Niome's face in absolute bewilderment. The last guest was not part of the plan, but the addition was nonetheless now on the list of invites. Sirpris could only imagine the look on the face of the attendant on station, the look of a man who knew the messenger would be shot on sun up.

The roaming guard found the body in the hallway. His shouts filled the large corridor, as Sirpris moved back out the door to deal with the issue and to set his people free. The alarms wouldnt mean s**t. The men they had could do little. Retaliation was certain, and planned for. This was the end.

Sasha grabbed guns and ammo off of the shelves. Handguns, a shotgun, smaller sub machine guns, grenades of all shapes and sizes, body armor, tape, a case that read 'Caution High Explosives'. He slid the sleek bodied MP5a6 with telescoping stock towards Blair accross the ready table, and began stacking magazines marked with different tape in front of her, as well as a blistering bright UV tac light. He kept eye contact with her as he worked.

"The gun has semi automatic, 3 round burst, and full go. Magazines have 30 rounds, it fires the same pistol round we trained on. After the magazine is empty you have to work the cocking mechanism. It does not lock to the rear on the last round like the handgun." He continued holding up the magazines. "Red Magazines are High Explosive. The rounds hit and burst milliseconds after impact they are designed to do as much damage to muscle as they can. Remember just because these ******** can regenerate doesnt mean they can run without muscles attached where it belongs. Blue Magazines are Salt rounds. None lethal unless something is misty and coming at you. If the thing feels cold and is floating fire that into it. Yellow rounds, quicksilver rounds. Mercury. Vampires and werewolves are not killed by silver. And these wont downright kill us either. The body develops an inability to heal around mercury. enough of it in the right place will drop people fast."

Sasha let her take it in as he moved to preping his own gear and body armor. Shoving magazines and equipment into waiting panels and pouches."That sad I dont want you playing hero. This is for self defense. I know we never got that power of yours under wrap but remember what I told you. You push the round into the target. You do not just shoot and hope. Fire where the target will be not where it is. Trust your gut. Im gonna be on the mic at all times. As for the plan we have to get you on the main show floor. Gozy dress and everything else. It needs to be at the opening ceremony, for lack of better term you need to be bait before you go battle rattle. Once we draw the enemy into the trap, we blow the entire mansion with them inside. We will of course be outside of the mansion. Everyone dies, everyone losses, and those who dont die wont find much of anything in the building. We get the hell out of dodge and live with new names halfway around the planet. There is a boat waiting for us down at the docks." He eyed her as she took in the plan. "Half of the insulation in this place is plastic explosives. Completely harmless without a detonator." He smiled as he held up the clacker in his hand.

"Im gonna have people take you safely to a safe room. You and Benny will wait there while me and a couple of others, make sure to draw in everyone we can. I'll meet up with you and Benny. We get in the fastest car we can and we get the hell out to ou- your new life.


You got this right?"





 

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PostPosted: Tue Dec 05, 2017 6:56 pm
“That gun is nearly bigger than me! Red, blue, yellow…” Blair’s head spun trying to remember the different types of rounds in each colored magazine. She picked up the yellow rounds and passed them between her hands, hefting the weight around as he spoke. What exactly was she walking into here? This seemed much bigger than just what was happening to her. She nodded as he reminded her of the training he gave her, and then told her she would be bait. “Wait, I’m bait?” She gawked at him. “You mean I’m gonna be in there alone? This bright red hair and this dress and I’ll be a sore thumb compared to all the other people in there! I’ll stand out all by myself.” She gestured to herself with an exasperated look. “What’s gonna happen when someone figures out who I am? Standing there in the center of the room all alone.” Blair set the rounds down again on the table and stood to pace. It was beginning to become a habit.

He explained that she was going to be taken to a safe room, with someone named Benny, and that the two of them will wait until Sasha got back to take them to the car. The ominous feeling crept over her skin as she heard him ask her a question. ‘You got this, right?’ Did she? Blair wasn’t sure she could do this. Her premonition came to the front of her mind but she managed to push it aside. “Is there a signal or something I should be watching for?” She picked up a few of the magazines and looked down at her dress. “I’m pretty sure I can’t hide these under here, nor can I wear a high visibility vest without looking like a damn disco ball in the middle of the ballroom. And forget about trying to hide that big b*****d.” She set the rounds down, thumbed over at her gun, and then planted her hands on her hips. “I feel like there are a lot of deadly land mines I’m going to need to avoid and you just want to blow s**t up.” Well, if this was going to work, she was going to have to stay positive and lean a little more on the trust that Sasha had helped her learn.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." She sighed, rubbing her eyes gently with the heels on her hands. Hesitantly, she forced the words out. "I...I trust you. I just need to know that you're going to come and get me when or if I need you too." She took a deep breath and cracked a smile. "Neither of us are alone anymore. I think maybe we should act like it." Blair snorted a little indelicate laugh and then turned back to the gun and magazines. "Okay, just tell me the plan once more and then let's get this s**t show on the road." The night was still young and there was a lot to cover, but she just hoped she didn't screw anything up for Sasha.  
PostPosted: Sat Dec 23, 2017 11:25 am
Sasha's smirk blurred away into his facial resting position as Blair began to question the plan. Worry upon every tone of her voice and the questions kept coming. He began to address them taking his busy hands off of the pile of his own gear. He took the in comparison small machine gun from her side of the ready bench and toggled the adjustable stock switch and moved it to a shorty position to fit her, and not himself. Making the gun considerably smaller. And handed it back to her. "To many minds Blair. I have people in place to take you were you need to be. You will only be shooting to defend yourself in the worst of circumstances. My plan is to have you shooting at all."

He had to ignore her statement on being alone. His soul rejected the tie he kept feeling himself connect to her. He had to remove himself in the end. The plan of her getting back out of this life only worked if he wasn't there in the end. For awhile longer is fine. But in the end he would have to leave her. He moved back to his own gear of shoving explosives and magazines and shotgun shells into the many pouches he had finished looping into the military plate carrier armor. The green color of the vest faded and dirty with use. It clanged together as the back metal plate hit the forward plate as he moved the carrier to the side and slide into another soft vest of body armor. This time black. It would give him two levels of armor protection, although when she asked why he needed to he had to admit that the 'soft' armor underneath was good for compression and keeping everything bound together after taking hits that peirced the over all 'hard plate' body armor. Her face grimaced now that she knew what a bullet could do, even more so with all of the specialized ammo the groups used. Not all of it high tech, but most of it hand made and deadly. She knew why certain guns were around and what uses they had. It had only been a couple of weeks but Sasha had given her the best crash course he could. Sasha swung the heavy armor into place, Blair, feeling as if she had little to do moved to fix what she thought was a collar.

Her hands popped the ceramic plate up from the armor, as it stood from under the shoulder strap and ran along the top of the armor, a small wall between bullets and shrapnel around Sasha's neck. She noticed the wait of just the armored collar and understood the weight of the armor to some degree that Sasha was now rolling in. Her eyes moved to the wall of weapons and she took a deep breath as she realized that for the first time since the night in the cabin, and perhaps even more so. Sasha had home field advantage.... and enough weapons to challenge a small military force on any field of battle in the room, and as she looked over the assortment of weapons on Sasha, on himself. She wasn't sure if comfort was the idea that came to mind. The monster she had come to depend on. A man who could cause hallucination that seemed, at least in her mind to cause real harm to those witnessing it, who took bullets to the bear flesh with a grimace and growl was now armored and armed far past anything she knew him to have as tools in the weeks past.

A couple of street skirmishes. A couple of car chases. Blair shook the idea of her actions the last couple of weeks. It was to fast. To much training. To much seriousness. To much doing nothing and letting her brain try to process all the information Sasha was constantly feeding her, and the numbing silence as he stopped talking or turned his attention to a task at hand. Blair had killed, sleep was now a new animal. Never 8 hours, always stolen away at opportunities seldom provided. Coffee and energy drinks, and cold water on the back of the neck. She wasn't sure if her body was more tired then her soul and emotions at this time, but perhaps under all of the strain a small feeling of hope was beginning to form. Not full formed, small and weak, a flame upon semi-wet wood, waiting to set the pile inside of her ablaze, or to die out and kill the remainder of the light she felt in her chest. She snapped back from her self as Sasha spoke again.

"Yes, you are bait, perhaps no pretty dress this time. I need to make sure everyone who knows about you and wants to grab you is in this building. I need to make sure they die with their knowledge or believe you to be dead. Otherwise they will never stop. And no amount of distance, guns, ammo, or money will save you. That gift of yours is no small treasure. Im not sure what they want with you in the end. We wanted you so that Dracul and his boys couldnt have you. That's as childish as it gets, but by my count you are connected to something more then you realize, he likes your body, or
" Sasha smirked again as he was wrapping his hands. "You just really pissed him off." He chuckled. "Im kind of prone to that last one. Petty revenge for petty people I guess."

He walked over and Blair followed as he flipped on a monitor. The two of them had been down in the room for near an hour and a half but as the small security monitor blinked to life the 'ballroom' had taken on it's new appearance. The once elegant room now more reminiscent of a dance club. The small stage made originally for a swing band and a singer, and perhaps a piano and a sultry dress, was now stuffed with large speakers, lights, and lasers. Blair moved over to the monitor and Sasha pulled his black, finger-less padded gloves over his knuckles and hands. She marveled at the quick work by the members on the screen. People she had never seen before. Sasha began pointed at the people on the screen. "These 3 guys here, they are members of the pack. Each one of them are wearing bands on the left arm. Black and red, it might be tape, cord, strings, but look for black and red on the left arm. There will be many more of them when the party starts. They wont be hostile to you if you aren't hostile to them. They have their own mission in all of this. Like you, this is their chance to get out of this alive. Most have scores to settle. They are not there to help you." Blair nodded in understanding, Sasha's eyes moved back to the monitor.

"The big guy right her in the black suite. He's huge, wears sunglasses no matter what time of day it is. His name is Dutch. His skin is- interesting. It will look painted on. Because it is painted on." Blair looked at him confused, eyebrow raised. "Gargoyle, um- a heart of a human being shoved into a vessel of stone. Damn near unkillable, you have to destroy the heart, which can be anywhere in their bodies. They normally stay well out of sight of the public. The can spray paint, airbrush, or stain their skin to appear mostly human. They don't get the eyes right though. Hence the shades. He is wearing a red pocket liner in his suite. He is a friend. If everything goes to hell you find him. And he will get you out of here." If something happens to me, or I am not around you listen and follow him.

"Scrawny guy here is Benny. I assure you he will be the only one who looks like a walking geek version of Tommy Bahama. Skinny as a pole. Wiry, curly red hair, he will be wearing that cargo shorts, a black undershirt, and some kind of Hawaiian shirt.... that's all he ever wears. He is there as a support unit. He's a human through and through, got dragged into all of this and works as IT for Dracul, and as an informant for me. If everyone else is otherwise preoccupied he will do what he can for you, but like you, the plan doesnt have him doing any of the fighting tonight." Blair scanned the screen and didnt see anyone else and looked up to Sasha but he continued speaking which confused her.

"The female in the charcoal turtle neck in the upped right hand corner of the stage. Long black hair." His voice had deepened. "Don't shoot her unless you have to. But I would understand if you are pressed to. She is here, and she is good at killing. She's a self proclaimed ex Vampire gang member. Same cartel as Dracul. She is the definition of a b***h. But like you and Benny she is using this to disappear and be free of this hell of a city. Everyone else is not friendly Blair. You are going to see things tonight that you will not understand. Things that you thought were to stay in nightmares. I need you to listen to the radio and do what you are told. No questions this time. I wont have time to explain everything." Blair was still struggling with the fact that she hadnt seen the women before hand. Unlike the others on the screen working and moving things into place she stood leaning against a wall. Blair could even swear through the camera that she looked like one of the guards standing at the front gate when they had come in. Had she been her in the building the entire time? She didn't like the idea of her being forced to team up with people who's only bound was the enemy of my enemy is my friend, but like most ties with Sasha everything seemed to be connected by blood. Either blood debt, or blood desired. This new world was a nightmare when it came to reliability or the concept of what was around the next corner.

"Now as for you being bait. You will be sitting next to the two you met earlier at the birthday 'boy's' table. All camera's on you and him. That should bring Dracul and his best to the party. When I know they are on the way and ready to commit to a raid. You will moved with the help of Dutch to your stashed gear in the nearby hall room. He will give you a key to the room. At that time you and Benny will make you way further into the building. Goliath will be clearing your way to the underground garage. As soon as I know enough of the people we need in the building are into the trap's range, and we get everyone else from the pack out to the best that we can. We blow the entire house. At which point Benny, Me, and You will be in a car heading full speed to the docks in the city and board a small boat, and make our way out of the United States for a couple of years. I'll get you anywhere you want to be. At the point you can forget any of this ever happened to you. Goliath will stay here as well, and I dont honestly care what happens to her."

"I don't understand where will you be in all of this? Why me and Benny, where will you be?" Blair questioned with frustration. She didnt like new people. Her circle of trust wasn't much bigger then her own perspective of the world. Even Sasha was on the fringe but he had been dependable in the past. And for some reason, he truly seemed to want to get her out of the situation. She pushed away the romantic ideas that crept into her mind. There had been plenty of opportunities, but he didn't seem the type to be a knight in armor coming to rescue her. It seemed deeper in his soul. Like it could have been anyone in her situation. Atonement for the nightmares she had watched him suffer when he thought her to be sleeping.

Sasha frowned as his eyes met her face. He raised and eyebrow as he seemed to read concern in her face as much as the stained worry. "Don't get to attached kid. Im the kidnapper remember? Im not exactly the good guy in this situation. You're job is to get out of her alive and get back to the world you knew the best you can. Wither I get out of this or not is not tyour trouble or concern. Someone has to fight the withdrawal action. Me and the wolf pack will be dragging everyone as far into the building as we can. Holding off until we know Dracul and his elite hit squad or in the building. We need to make sure we take all of the aces out of his deck. His best tools need to be broken in this for this all to work out. The other party goers are not fans of ours or each other. This place is gonna be loaded with every sect, gang, cult, and low life in the city. Putting the situation in that much tension will be sure that Dracul deploys his best, and with luck I'll get him in the blast as well."

 

~Lonewolf703~
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PostPosted: Tue Feb 13, 2018 2:25 pm
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Sasha [The Demon Amoungst the Wolves]
When Pushed Killing is as Easy as Breathing.
Sometimes I wonder if there is a single ounce of humanity in my soul.
And Then I think... Maybe it's in you..










The 'party' setup would swing around Blair. Members of the house coming out from their prison cells. The doors and locks being swung open to half starved members of the pack. A call to the task at hand was nothing to them. It was not only expected it was demanded in their blood. Their primal instincts of both sides of the coins screaming for justice in their own hands against their captors. The very few guards that Sipris hadn't handled found themselves on the side of the devil's own hatred. Despite the turning the ballroom into something more akin to a lavish night club, and the passing out of ammunition and weapons on a mass scale. Sasha ensured that he stayed close to her. Attempting to answer any questions she had on the side the best he could. She kept up with most of the activities, taking all of the talks of blood shred and danger in her own, albeit more timid strides. The last few weeks had taken her to a depth of mind that many people would never know. She would however notice the glares coming from those swirling around her. Sasha would never answer why that was in the small times they had together, instead moving on to speak to Benny, whom up until now had remained in the background of the moving apparatus of a plan, but soon found himself amoungst the bustling movement in the ballroom.

A mess of curly blonde hair, pale skin, and emerald green eyes, behind thick square reddish brown rims of glasses upon his face. The man's muscle power was obviously his brain and while thin, the man lacked much muscle to him. A very worn pair of jeans, beat up sneakers, and a vibrant Hawaiian shirt completed the look of the beach bum. He waved, and Blair swore the smile of sympathy was directly at her though he spoke to Sasha and Sasha alone. He was not the only one who would make an appearance before the kick off of the party. Under it all Sasha seemed to have a few people who danced through the busy workers of the mansion and answered and spoke only to him in regards for the planning of the event. A sense of loyalty to him and him alone.

The second man to make his appearance was motioned to and introduced only as Dutch. A behemoth of a man standing taller then even Sasha. His head bald, and his eyes hidden behind harsh reflective sunglasses even in the dim light of the room around them. His massive frame wore an expertly tailored tuxedo, of satin black and white. The whole affair was clean and cut sharp at the edges. Blair reached out in a friendly shaking of hands only to find her hands completely consumed by the mammoth hands which she swore felt of smooth stone. The man wasn't human, her face must have shown her shock as Dutch gently patted her hands and gave her a warm smile, but otherwise said very little..... in fact had he even spoken? Blair felt herself in front of the man's presence, and while she had felt surrounded by otherworldly beings before, she felt swallowed by presence of this monster who she swore stood at 6'8" with a body like tank armor.

The third member of this smaller team within the pack of werewolves around them Blair didn't care for. With raven black hair, a black suit, and cold green eyes the phrase little b***h came to mind rather quickly. Her interaction with Sasha was quick and full of fire. Blair had to take a mental step back when she felt she might be actually getting more pissed that the raven woman seemed to be talking down to Sasha, who with Sipris were running the show right now. Everything about her read that she couldn't be trusted. She felt different. She felt colder then even the stone man who had come and gone. She seemed as if the whole situation was meerly a waste of her time. And for every degree of coldness she showed the group and the situation, Blair could feel the heat of anger in her belly rise. It damn near exploded when the b***h she would come to know as Annamette, shoved a camera phone lens in her face. "That's right princess give me that pissed off scowl. That's great!" The words were harsh and demeaning, but the women only smirked to reveal FANGS! This b***h is a ******** vampire!?! And with that she walked back off to a corner of the room, Leaving Blair fuming, in her head hoping one of the brutes who called this place home would beat the s**t out of the b***h, but it would never come. Benny and Sasha blocked her path to getting her hands around the woman's neck. Sasha on the radio and Benny motioning to with both hands to try and simmer down. A nervous smile on his face.

"It's alright. She gets to everyone. Don't feed the trolls." Benny's voice seemed more genuine then anyone in the room. Hell even Sasha could be so damn cold at times. Blair had a theory that it came with long life. She tried to keep it in mind that Sasha himself considered himself a younger member of this world. But Benny seemed to be speaking in the same tones as her. A human. A human who didn't rely on an ability to take bullets, shoot a gun, brawl, stab, or live through the worst stages of battle. And it was by this and this alone she in her heart believed him to be human in the middle of all of this madness around her.

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The sun was setting low in the sky as the sky turned to amber waves and a fresh breeze laid lightly on the skin as the night began to claim the land. As the tree began to hang heavy with shadows, and the drive filled with cars. Backing all the way to the backwater highway, hundreds of people. Hundreds of animals ready for the 'party' hundreds of people filled with hate, lust, rage, energy, and curiosity. A dangerous crowd.

Blair would find Sasha on one of the upper balconies, again smoking a herbal 'cigarette'. A small attempt by him to hold the animal at bay. The dark mass on the edge of his vision. The quickened pulse in his veins. His whole body screaming for a violent release. This party was a nuke waiting to cook off just as planned. Blair could only give a weary smile as she caught him leaned up against the balcony stone wrapped 'railing', left leg mounted on the ledge, right leg dangling toes scraping the ground overlooking the procession of vehicles at the gate, and his shaking right hand.

Sasha became aware of the situation and choked back his thoughts as he recovered resting his shaking hand on the railing and calming the tremor. As he reached to support the cigerate in his left hand and speak to Blair, but he stopped and knew inside he had been caught. He thought he had stowed away from the 'troops' amassed inside, but his one vulnerability had caught him like a bad pun.

"300 years. I've seen most of the battles this country faced since it's conception. I fought without the gift, in the revolutionary war if you can believe it. Stayed out of 1812 squabble. I've been ambushed, haunted, tracked, stabbed, shot, and the shakes never went away. I've seen death at Hitler's camps, seen the raping of a culture that used to call this land home. Bore witness to the trail of tears. The worse of humanity..... and I can't stop shaking....." Sasha stopped dragging on. Stopped revealing, after all he had to stop and remind himself that this could all end many different ways. That much hate on the doorstep and even home-field advantage won't save you. Deeper in his mind something screamed that the whole idea was overkill but it was to late. Best case scenario he dropped her off somewhere in Europe and left her to a life of normalcy again. " Anamette, is going to send that photo as a recon package to Dracul and bring his party storming down the gates, but Dracul being the ******** he is will want more confirmation... Anamette might be his kind, but she isnt one of his group. I need you on stage for the beginning of the party. You have to be on tape and live streamed right to his doorstep. Benny and you will then head down to the underground garage, grab a car, and I'll meet you down there as soon as we can confirm Dracul or his boys are on site. We then blow the place, hopefully with enough of these ******** inside to make it look convincing that everyone inside is dead and we make a break in the underground road out the back, a walk through the raindrops and you are free of all of this. You get a life back. "

Sasha looked into Blair's eyes. Sadness, confusion, anger? He couldn't place it anymore, but it was never the reaction he had hoped for when he brought up getting her out of this life that had been thrusted upon her. In the end why would she? He was a person who was going to bring her into the situation if only to play keep away from Dracul. In the end they knew little to nothing more of what made this girl so expensive to possess. What made her worth it? Dracul didn't even attempt this kind of direct action and grabbing the 'den' after when he knew Sasha called it home. Was Sasha that small to him? Or was she that grand to him? Still Blair said little. And Sasha's stomach dropped.... this was Stockholm syndrome. Her weary smile, and no words damn near killed him, or angered him. To many ******** emotions around this woman. To many slips of character. To much history dropped. She made him a ******** idiot, and a part of his mind had been screaming it for weeks, but he had been ignoring it, and here it finally hit his ears, right before this battle.

Immediately his mind went to defending himself from himself. The fact was this was a battle not only for the girl but for the pack as well. They needed the cover to get the hell out of the city as well. The whole establishment was lost at this point in time. There was nothing but targets on their foreheads in the city, and most likely the cost. Dracul's hands reached far, to damn far, but they had to find the limits and live past it. It wasn't just for the girl. It was for the pack. It was for the people who counted him to get s**t done. It was for loyalty.... but the argument rang hollow in his head as he could only return Blair's weary smile, as the main gate opened and the cars poured into the circle drive to disgorge the guest of the night. "You would have told me if this is all for nothing right?" Sasha found no answers as he snubbed his smoke moving past her back into the building. She merely followed to the stage. Followed to the cameras. Followed to fate.

Or the gallows.... as in the above balcony Sipris looked down in pity on the man he would consider an equal..... maybe a friend. As the cellphone to his ear confirmed the individual he had invited to the party would be in attendance shortly. Passports, safety, and a good life promised in return for the girl..... he did it for the family. He would tell himself for years he did it for the pack. He knew in the present that the deal would sour in years. That the defense that Sasha was no werewolf would splinter to time. Sasha wasn't family, as future tears fell to old photos. Sasha wasn't one of them, as the screams of the others filled his ears 24 hours from now. Sasha knew..... when he so very clearly did not... "s**t...." As the weight of the coming years already drove down upon him.... it was the second bad move. Bringing that girl in... sending Sasha to do it... and now. Selling out the man below. He hung up the phone. Readjusted his tie. Waved to those behind him to move to the plan. Waved to begin the end. The end of decades of work. The end of the pack. The end of trust, but not the end to all of their lives.... some would make it out.

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Benny
The party roared, the music energy in the air. The vibrations surfing upon the wind and through the mass of individuals only filled the air with even more energy, and Benny was pretty sure his nerves were at a razor's edge. He had never been more focused on his task in his life. Sure he had supported Sasha and many others from afar, but this was the first time he had been in the action since his initial run in with undercover operators in Cuba. He wasn't sure if he had never felt more alive or if he was about to vomit, but his finger moved across his tablet and his eyes darted from camera to camera feed upon it's platen glass. Where the hell are they? Benny was sure that Annemette had sent the photo of Blair. He was sure she was a trusted informat of Dracul, there was no way he thought she was a double agent.

He knew he had wired the inside of Dracul's building. Until only 3 days ago he still worked for the vampire. He held the keys to the information that was fed into the building. There was little he did not know about Dracul. If it wasn't for a solid faking of his death he would likely be just as big of a target as Blair was. His eyes darted to his left and to Blair who was biting her lip. She had just even made an appearance in front of the cameras with a live feed to the security station at the tower. She was here. The bait was clear as day, and no amount of scum like those on the dance floor would deter him from his prize. So where the hell was the mass of his men driving up that long drive to kick in the door?

Sasha was pacing, the rest of the pack members in the corners in full armament, with some of the lesser combat orientated members serving the bar and accompanying Sipris and Niome on the main stage he was the man of the hour after all. Benny met with Sasha's eyes, the man's expression questioning him for more information. Benny began to shrug before Annemette broke through on the earpieces they were all wearing. She had just confirm it from her own small circle. Dracul was right outside the main gate, and he brought damn near everyone with him to the fight, black unmarked vans, police vehicles, a SWAT team, and multple other black cars as well as a motorcycle section. He had really moved heaven and hell to get this done this quick. Every single one of the men in that team were likely the real thing. No more humans mixed in. This was the big boys. And while Benny doubted the validity of the Police vehicles he had no doubt the real police and the mayor of the city as well as other state assets were going to look their way. Benny confirmed and gave Sasha a thumbs up his eyes no confirming the existence of the vehicles at the gate. The true human innocents up their would buy them time. Even in a rush killing of people was something that was not just done. The cover up would be to much, too many loose ends for Dracul.

Sasha motioned for Sipris to make his move. And the man calmly stood up and motioned to the DJ to lower the pumping beats. Moving to a Mic in center stage. Benny felt his throat constrict as he watched the dancing come to a hualt and hate and thirsty eyes all fall on the man alone in the center of the stage. Tension in the air skyrocketed, Benny could only mentally note .... Here we go....

Sipris continued, not missing a beat. Not backing down to the glares of hatred and open hostility. In this life one does not turn down a chance to party in one of the largest players in the city. People don't not drink and eat when offered the chance. But this room of hundred of 'people' were enemies of each other and hungry for the lifestyle the house represented. Benny saw Dutch walking over to him and Blair. It was officially there time to start moving from the stage, but at the rate the large man was coming their way he would have time to hear how this event began. Benny moved to Sasha, already crouching at the knee, finger moving the switch from safety to semi automatic on the large automatic military grade rifle craddled in his arms.

"Good evening ladies and gentleman." Sneers and jeers filled the corner of the room as Sipris began. "I hope the food and the drink are up to snuff, god knows you all costed me enough. This is the biggest party we have ever had in these doors, and I want to thank every single one of you for coming to not only my yearly indulgence, but for a very exclusive announcement." The room went quite. Hate didnt stop people from suddenly snapping together when the man who had it all said he had an announcement at the biggest party held in the mansion. "We are done." Stunned silence. "This is the end of our involvement in this city. Due to unforeseen consequences we will be removing ourselves from the hustle this town has to offer and have chosen to disband the estate and our pack. All members are now terminated and we are absolved. The people I call family have been paid. And this party has been financed. The rooms have been clear of personal belongings. Our product has not. The drugs, blood, body parts, and weapons, with the exception of personal equipment will remain on the premises."

Confused looks in the crowd. Maybe disbelief. Benny looked down only to see the gates now open and the vehicles speeding past the lens of the camera. By now they had to have known. The entire speech was now being broadcasted to every single closed network hub they had to the underground world they all called home. Multiple feeds on multiple Dark Web sites were now streaming the disbandment of one of the cities most predominate gangs. Benny grimaced as he saw the two bodies of the men at the gate. A few of the trailing vehicles stayed in frame and barred the exit with their vehicles, escape from the facility via cars was now a very deadly thing.... at least from the front gate.

"So drink and be merry all. We are asking only for the opportunity to remove ourselves from the building. Total ownership of all contacts and accounts, money, passwords, and total access are in a locked safe in my office near the center of the building. After we leave, I will let you, my amazing guests to distribute the materials as you see first. Possession is the entirety of the law. In this case. I have no doubt that you all know what this means. And with that me and my wife will be showing ourselves out. I wish you all a good evening."

Stunned silence. Stunned silence and even the music seemed to fade away as Benny's face went white. The members of the pack had known what the announcement was but they had not told Benny. He was simply told that it would be enough to set the place a buzz. Benny had no clue he was in the middle of a sell-off. His eyes met Sasha. the 20 odd members behind him all now taking a combat stance with weapons at the ready. A mixture of smirks, and frowns, poker faces, and anger. Wipe that smirk off of your face you b*****d. was all that Benny could think when he came back to Sasha. Goliath moved faster towards Benny and Blair, motioning to head down the hall to the underground parking garage. Benny turned back only to see that the lights of the dance floor had dimmed, the music had begun again loud and heavy, and the water sprinklers above them beginning to spray blood to the dance floor. "You son of a b***h!" Benny suddenly grabbed for the shotgun that Sasha had left leaning against the wall for him. He had originally denied it and made every effort not to be armed in this conflict. Not to be a threat, but now... now he was food. Now everyone in this damn building was food for each other. Benny heard the growling, heard the snarling, watched as the shimmering eyes sparked over the dance floor, head fabric shuffle. heard the shouting. Watched as the DJ lost himself in the music behind thick bulletproof glass, fangs emerged and then the slamming of a door and a different kind of shouting, a shouting of order for people to get down and disperse. Authoritative... apparently the idiots from Dracul hadn't been informed just the kind of shark tank they all just walked into, the first three members didnt last long as nearly the entire back half of the hall turned and opened fire with extreme prejudice, fully automatic and semi automatics erupting in waves of demonic hate. Benny grabbed Blair and ran, just as Dutch reached them, and as materials that were the ballroom began to splinter outward, in the beginning of the worst party in human existence.

Dutch
"I don't know what it means Dutch. He isn't answering the comms anymore." Benny kept yipping and demanding more information but as soon as he spoke that Dracul had entered the building Sasha went quite.

Dutch let the news hit him in the face like a wet fish and settle in his stomach like bad tacos. It wasn't like Sasha not to answer. It wasn't like the hot head to not have some witty comeback even when the cards were down. Something was off. The right hallway went quite way to early, and the breach had made its way into the building with lightening speed. He gripped the huge revolver in his right hand and eyed the doorframe to the underground parking garage, now significantly less filled with vehicles then 10 minutes ago.

The plan had been simply complicated. To keep everyone alive both main hallways were defended at barricades. Each person had a buddy and if a wolf was hit they were tranked and brought back down to the garage for exfil in the still unfound underground tunnel that was now the only way out of the building. Sasha you better not be chasing revenge right now. Dutch heard movement in the hallway, scuffling, and heavy panting. The revolver leveled, Dutch was surprised when he caught the front of the small machine pistol that Blair had been given raise beside him. The women had been quite the entire time, this whole thing was way over her head, and Benny giving her the lowdown on what the speech ment did nothing to help the situation.

Limping.
Busted up hands.
Camo Shirt.
Bloody boots.
Brown Hair.
Thomas.

One of the younger wolves that had been with Sasha and refused to leave earlier over the radio network, stumbled in grasping his side. Dutch moved over to the youngster only to be waved aside. Thomas was hurt but up and moving, he wasn't drugged. Dutch tensed in defense a transformation down here wouldn't bode well for any of the parties involved. "Where's the boss?"

Thomas could only glance over to Blair and back to Dutch. "It's better we leave now. I don't think he made it. We got separated in the hallway. He threw me in the lift, I didn't have a choice. Someone, someone else is here, someone not on the roster. Others were prepared for this. They came from the roof, full combat gear, high tech s**t. The good rounds, someone burned us. "

Dutch growled and Benny confirmed behind him there was a military grade chopper on the roof.... as well as Sipris and Niome on the roof heading to it.... and the team from the second hallway. "Can you ride kid?"

"Just get me in the car. I can make it to where I'm heading. Get this armor off of me." Dutch pulled the emergency release and guided Thomas out of the armor flaps now hanging lose, discarded from their tension at the clever pull of the emergency release tab on every modern piece of body armor. And guided him to a car. Dutch stole a glance at Benny who was already reaching for the shotgun next to him, a sight that Dutch just lost a mental bet with himself over. The man was a tech guy and happy to run if he could but even Benny seemed to have a spin when it came to what needed done. Blair was a second thought to Dutch. She was new to the group. New to the small group of renegades that Sasha called his personal team. And right now was mission time.

Thomas noted from the low riding car he had been placed in. The silver like black sportscar worth more then some people's houses. Loaded with what payment her was owed by Sirpris and the pack as a whole. His entire new life in the trunk. "What the hell are you doing? Get out of here. Wasn't that the order Sasha gave us when and if this happened?"

Dutch spoke before he closed the door. "You don't have to follow your boss when he is being a daft c**t kid. Seems like more of you in this pack would have done well to learn that lesson."

Thomas hesitated contemplating reopening the door and suited back up and going back up with Dutch and Benny, but the look on the rock man's face gave him the answer of no. Hell no. Those were the orders. He ignited the engine gunned it, checked his motor skills and maneuvered the vehicle to the front of the escape tunnel. Giving one last glance to the last 3 members of the house still on grounds..... The last 3 he knew about anyway. He gunned it. Thoughts of his brother who had died trying to warn Sasha in the cabin a couple months back weighing heavily on his mind. Sasha's words on revenge... It was too late he could already feel the black oil binding up his insides ready for the ignition of fire to burn him alive from the inside. <********, ground her teeth as she still worked on the large safe face she had found behind one of the bookshelves in one of the grander living rooms in the interior of the house. The radio piece in her ear snapping to life, and bringing her out of her concentration in her hunt to stuff her pockets with whatever was left behind. Something about the boss not answering. It was fine. She went back to work at cracking the safe, the eruptions of gunfire had slacked off over the past few moments. gotcha b***h she smirked as the heavy door opened outward at the click of her matching the combo. Cash, drugs, and gold, she began stuffing the duffel bag at her side with as much as she could carry. She had no allegiance to anyone in this damn house except.... the boss still hadn't answered. "....damnit." she sighed as she raised her hand to press the button to speak.

"Yo. Benny! What the hell is going on?"

"Boss is down. He isnt answering. The cameras are down. He was last in the South corridor the elevator is down." Benny snapped back breathing heavy.

"Then get out of the building." matter-of-factly

"What? No!" Benny protested

Annemette growled and snarled. "If he really is down he is gonna blow the building that was the plan Benny. And you and Dutch were supposed to watch the girl!"

"She's in the garage. Nothing is getting by us it's a straight hallway."

Annemette let of the transponder. "God damnit Benny!" Annemette growled as she moved quickly out of the room. UMP .45 machine gun in hand mapping out the path down the stairs to where the corridor Sasha was supposed to be in. "God damnit Boss..." She took off down the hallway, duffel bag over her shoulder.


Sasha
Sasha slammed his back against the elevator doors now closed, disabled, cutting off his quick path downstairs, he slid to the floor, taking a second to breathe. The hallway behind him awash in bodies, brass, and blood. The trail of blood that smeared down the door wasnt a small amount. No one got out of this fight without some kind of new scar. The searing pain began to cohesively come together again as his body went about attempting to solve the issues. Skin reattaching and muscles grasping to tie everything back together. There was a part of him that just wanted to call it quits right now and just sleep. After seeing so many one sided battles Sasha remained firmed that the accepting of this sleep was an acceptance of death itself, and shook himself as he braced to take to his feet again.

Three bodies left behind. To damn many. To damn many for his little campaign. God the demons in his head were calling him every name in the book. His stomach damn near lurched in pain as he pulled himself to his feet.

"That looks bad mister can we help?"


Sasha's hair on his arms and neck stood up as he realized the voice was in his head just as much as it was upon the air around him. He shook his head to recenter his vision which kept blurring out. Someone said something on the headset but it was just muffled noise and static. His eyes recentered on two figures both in jeans and light grey hoodies, Eyes covered in the darkness, the licking orange light licking only the lower halves of their faces in the darkened hallway. One of the two was male. Maybe 13 years old, he was the one who had spoken. The other an 8 year old female.

"Can we ******** off"

"Sir, we are only meaning to help. You seem to be bleeding quite profusely."

" Sasha turned to face the other hallway leading back towards the center of the mansion. The L Shaped hallway now his only path as the elevator at the junction was surely destroyed. Only to find the path was gone, replaced by the same neutral colored wall of the rest of the hallway.

"Blood loss can be very confusing sir. Please come with us."
Sasha turned to where the two children had been standing just a second ago to find an EMS crew. A female and male, traversing the battleground and moving towards him. Still the voice was hard to place if it was in his head or actually spoken word. Part of his body let it's guard down, but the part of him that knew what these things were did not. He reached for his firearm and brought it to bear on the male toggling the taclight underneath only for the high intensity beam to be eaten up by a pair of deep black eyes. No whites. No pupil. Just orbs of light consuming darkness.

"You know that won't work. Not here." The voice came from his left! It was Dracul. He spawn the barrel around to the walled passage. His mind struggling to keep up with the motion but his muscles trained and taunt like steel cords. His eyes leveled behind the sites of the firearm at Blair's worried eyes, and he stumbled backwards, mind beginning to break. Darkness sinking into the corners of his vision. No.... not vision.... this wasn't real. None of this was real. The voices are in my head. He turned back to the two 'EMS' workers pistol brought to bear to the smiling face of a monstrosity face devoid of anything, a blank slate of ceramic white, but the feeling of large eyes boring into Sasha's soul. A large clawed hand quickly snatched the handgun and tore it and flesh from Sasha's hand, flinging it and the tatters of his combat glove to the hallway behind it.

"Can we help mister?" A young female voice spoke up to the Sasha's right and he turned to see the small female from before in the same outfit as before. The voice grew more stern as Sasha felt a huge hand dig into his left shoulder with the weight of a small truck, but he forced himself to remain standing. "Can. We. Help. SASHA?"

Sasha could only laugh in the face of the monster and the young female. The black eyed children. The bringers of madness. The toy that Dracul kept in his back pocket. And the laugh kept coming. And turned to that of a broken mad man. Turned again to that of evil, and split into two voices, and then many, and then the growl of animals joined in, and he felt the weight shift slightly on his left shoulder. It was enough. He grabbed the small shotgun running across his back with his right hand, removing it from its holster and under the chin of the monstrosity before him, and in one unrelenting motion pulled the trigger. The monster fading into shadow, not blood or gore. Sasha turned slowly to face the two children again, standing to his right. "Come and help you little ********>." The young female smiled and she reached out and embraced Sasha, embraced and immediately regretted the decision. In a motion that should have paralyzed the victim, her eyes went wide as she felt Sasha shift, she wasn't the predator. This wasnt a werewolf. This wasnt a thug. This was darker... this was older!

The closest thing to a brother she ever had in life hung lifeless between the gaping fangs of a black wolf that seemed to move with the shadows itself. Neck torn and sliced to strands, gore falling to the floor, pooling upon the silver snarling teeth. Her head exploded with voices and noises. Nature, screams, yelling, the sounds of battle and the sobbing aftermath. Darkness enveloped the surrounding area as she felt her illusions fade. A clawed hand reached from the shadows lashing out towards Sasha, lashing out for his neck, his blood would fall upon her face, but it never came as the claw phased through the man and he keeled before the wide eyed girl. He spoke with a voice like iron. "My name isn't Sasha. You need a demon's real name to control them." A voice in her head and in the mouth of the thing before her. And like that she felt the frame of the female girl she had taken slam against the hard wall. Bones breaking, consciousness fading, all the while her eyes taking in the black wolf and the man she was sent to break. The werewolf mutt that she was told would be no match for her and her brother. The man whose eyes glowed in fire, and face painted in blood and sweat. He dropped the shotgun to the floor and hobbled into the spreading fire, the wolf like a shadow following behind at a slower pace. The world went black.

Sasha rounded the corner of the L hallway. 200 yards from the stairway to Blair. 365 yards to the garage and a car to leave this shithole. He dropped the shotgun, and moved to find the detonator in his pocket. Every round on his person had been fired in battle. Every trick in the book exhausted. And it was enough. He had won. The voice murmed in his headset again, but he couldn't make it out. His ears echoing the sounds of battle, and the headset sporting a bullet wound through one of the ear muffs. He never saw it coming. Never saw the firing line of 4 heavily armed men in tuxedos sporting the price tag of a car. He only felt the rounds and seering heat and pain rack his body, and the hard floor reach up and slam into his back.


"God damnit hold fire! HOLD YOUR ******** FIRE! Sasha?"
Sasha grimaced in confusion of the man standing above him. Of all of the people standing over his body. This was not the face he was expecting. "********! Sasha, Sasha listen to me it wasn't intended to end this way. Stay with me."

"Goliath... you fu...." Sasha let go to the urge to sleep. He had no choice, It came and swallowed him whole. Mind body and spirit gone in a simple swallow. He never saw Dutch, Benny, and even Annemette charge into the bodyguards Goliath had escorting them. Never saw Dutch's granite fist break and chip Goliath's jaw. Never saw Annemette actually tear up when she knelt next to him, never saw Benny wretch at the sight of the hallway. Never saw the ground rush to a stray vehicle under fire from the last of Dracul's goons.

He never saw Annemette tell Goliath where Blair was down in the garage. Never had the chance to stop her. Never had the chance to just hit the intercom and tell Blair what had happened. Never had a chance to hit the igniter and blow the building. That fell to Dutch as Benny through the stray car into drive and sped towards the docks. He only remembered waking up between Dutch bent low and Benny struggling under his weight on the pier miles from the Mansion. Only opened his eyes when they placed him in the boat.



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Below this is the end of the post. Spoilers will occur, but Im writing funny currently.
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Sasha stumbled over from where he had been lent in the small boat. Muscles starving for blood and oxygen, bones crumbling, and grinding against each other. He found himself as comfortable as he could be. Back to a metal wall of one of the boat's housings. His emergency get away plan, as inky, crimson blood pooled beneath him. Even with his healing abilities kicking in, the wholes and the wounds would not just heal, not with the damage the night had dealt him.

His trembling hand reached for his breast pocket of his leather jacket. Tiny holes tearing up the front, much bigger ones shredding the material on the back. His once white shirt was now stained a murky brown from dried blood, most of it in tatters, with lifeless skin showing between the strands of fabric to defiant to give in under the pulls of recent combat. The plate carrier, and soft body armor just as shredded as the shirts underneath, bearly holding onto Sasha's frame.

Blair.... His hands found the last of the cigarettes in the crumbled container, he struggled to maneuver his fingers to remove the item from the crushed cardboard wrapper. A crashing could be heard in the ship. Metal on metal bashing from within the bowels of the under deck below him. The vibrations rushing up to him. Faint, almost echoing screams of anger as Levy took her frustration out on the boat. As the recent defeat began to catch up with all of them.

If there was ever a time when that magic power of yours actually works on me. Ever a time for you to see in you head, I pray it be this one. You... you may never know exactly all that happened on this night. You can take solace that I lost the battle. That I lost the game that I played, a game that those around you will deny that I ever wanted to win. My past demons and my ways working against me again.....

Dutch, his massive frame collapsing into the over sized captains chair, the controls behind him, his own clothing stained in Sasha's blood as it snaked from him through the fibers and layers of the suite which concealed his granite skin. The hydraulics of the chair could do little but give and sink him further to the floor of the small command cabin of the vessel. Dutch winced at every blow Natasha beat upon the walls of a small cabin down the hallway before him leading to the lower decks and the small living spaces they would all eventually claim. The blows only matched his own sullen feelings of their fate. While he trusted Sasha, the man had demanded to be left on the deck broken and blown to pieces. Even know sirens rang out in the streets around them. All of their loyalties now laid with a man who himself lay broken just outside the cabin door. Everyone knew what this boat was. Everyone knew why Sasha kept it in ready shape, and they all knew about the cabin incident from weeks prior. Dutch tried to collect his thoughts from the static filling his head.

Blair.. Have you ever looked at the night sky, as your veins flow empty?
I would assume not, the fate is not one that most of this world will ever experience more then once...


Everything......
Glows......
Blair.


Benny slunk down the halls, only the light of the nearby dock lights and the nearby skyline filled the portholes of the vessel, no one had yet turned on the motor. No one had yet started the voyage away. No one had completely said goodbye to their lives as they knew them. They all were to busy looking behind them in the rubble that their lives had become. His slender frame braced the wall for support as his hand grasped for the hand rail leading to the lower levels of the vessel. Moving more on nature then on any meaningful thought prevailing in his mind, a mind already struggling to come up with a plan, already picking up and hoarding the pieces of the puzzle that had fallen to bits. Knowing full well he could not put this puzzle back together the way it was, but determined to save and hoard as many pieces as he could. He moved to the lower decks, finding himself in the small radio room. His finger found a switch in the sea of them. And flicked it on, not caring what it did, not caring what would happen. He knew machines. He knew technology. The last 24 hours of war, espionage, and plans was outside of this zone that he resided in. The radio crackled to life, the dull neon green of the screens illuminating in a small radius the room he had found comfort in. His hands went to work finding stations, working the dials, becoming familiar with the workings and the lingo of those scant few people on the active channels he came across. His mind.... he didnt hear Natasha's outbursts above him. He didnt feel the pain in his muscles, and he didnt truly even comprehend the space around him. He was back with what he knew. Doing what he knew. And those were the puzzle pieces that fate had allowed him to salvage in the darkness of this evening.

Sasha was finally able to fish the small stick from the container. Nothing about it linear now, and even the color was stained in spots of murky brown. It was just as beat as he was. He didnt bother looking for the lighter, his other hand had found only a hole which had blown out the pocket where it had laid, but that didnt stop him from putting it to his lips.

The moonlight truly dances, and I swear you can see the breeze dance upon the ground. Your skin becomes a heavy blanket, crashing in around you, and... for a couple of moments, right before the edging darkness at the corner of your eyes comes closing I, your soul escapes you mortal cage, finally able to feel the night air upon it, the world becoming so much clearer.

The realization thatyour time in the ring is over. Your fight neither won or lost, but continueing without you. Your cause not lost with you but carried on by those in your life around you. Rippling outward... the effect is nice, but you impact on the waters of life complete, and forgotten in time. Everything losses meaning. Thing fall out of place within your perception of the world.

The glistneing silver tips of the breakers on the rocks have more value to you then any of the riches this world can promise you. Artist, poets, men of higher caliber then myself have spent their entire lives chasing just a hue, a vibration, a feeling, but never able to grasp it, more or less the whole of it all. I hope they all found peace in the final moments, as physical vision is consumed by a knowing soul.

But.... that isn't how tonight ends is it? Not out on this damn boat. I've been here a great many times before. Back against a cold wall, and on my final plan, nothing more then the night sky before me. We all die alone Blair. While others are near they cannot see the world better or with more vivid understanding then your own soul. So... share this with me, because maybe once I do not have to 'die' alone, and someone can finally see the end of my life which I so greatly fear. A moment highlighting tha meaninglessness of life, and beautiful circle that it becomes. I have lived tens of lives. I have died in those as well, leaving those lives and places.... and people behind. At times I have fallen with the colors of a nation on my arm, rifle nearby in the blood soaked fields. Sometimes... alone in some majestic version of hell untouched by mankind.

I am no miracle.... nor am I one of a kind, you know that now to be the truth. The world around you has become so much more tainted with this.... grimdark. But, look at the moon, look and see it as I have. Giant in the heavens, frosted, and ever present, simpler then the snowflakes of winter, but ever the more grand. It will be there far beyond my own life.

I do not know how many more of these I have in me. I do not know how much longer before my skin rejects my soul, shoving me into the weightlessness of space surrounding a cooling corpse, and into the unknown. The human soul is real. I've felt it many times, but even after all of my lives I have grown to have one fear..... Where do we go after all is lost? When there is no backup plan. And, if loved ones be waiting for us on the othersie who remembers those who never leave? Those whose selfishness for life caused them to trade their very humanity to stop playing the game that makes it special, just as much as it makes it meaningless. Are the memories I hold of life even valid when I have yet to live it? Will I ever know love. The warmth of remembrance when I pass? Will I leave behind more then a ripple, will tears fall in crescendo by at least one person who knew me?

I don't think that hell is filled with fire and brimstone, nor a master of evil nor his minions. I do not think that endless pain and agony await us. I fear hell is a starless night. A place devoid of all direction and light. Humans always chase light... always chase hope. It's burned into us. The choice to live such confusing daunting lives, but if the outcome of the day is a smile and a warm touch then we will live on within the hope of another day. It sustains us from demons in our hearts. Demons more then willing to poison us, shoot us, whisper lies to us, and strangle us. Slow or fast, death comes at the end of hope. And hope keeps us from destroying ourselves.

So... if the fates be, and you ever see me for something. See this. This blooded and battered bag of flesh, extraordinary to the world you once knew to be the reality of the world, but still nothing in the end. With nothing left on his end, yet still going forward. Thats the trick to coming back from these things. A cause. A struggle. Work left undone.

I know that you never asked for this life, or your gift. I know this darkness consumed tyou while you chased the light of your world. I know it has filled your sky, left you in despair of tommorrow. But the moon is constant... even when the night is so black and cold, so uncaring to you or the world. The sun rises, and when things move in just the right way, when the planet itself shifts perspective to the heavens, the moon will return filling the night sky. I cannot promise you the sun. I can never promise you the light of day, but I can shift things, I can get you back your moon. I can light the way in the darkness.

But you have to do me a favor... I dont know how long it will take for me to get back on my feet... But be my star... because the light sky is empty tonight... and this cities light has killed all of my stars. And all I have is this small crystalline light far off in the horizon, far from this city, far from this fight, but that's enough to find a way....
As the world of purple night faded to heavy blackness and Sasha slumped in defeat against the wheelhouse of his final ace in the hole. His final chance for escape, fleeting his fingertips.


Time to rest now child......


No.


Rest, and let things come to an end. You're struggle has been long, you scream for rest and I shall provide a hall for you.


No, not yet. I'm not going.


After all the time you have been given you still show defiance to the natural order? Is this fear Sasha? I have known you for many many years, always with a cause but I am beginning to feel like this is all in the face of fear. You have nothing to fear of letting go this time. The world will move without you to hold the pillars. Time will advance and things will continue. This is out of your hands now.


No.... I'm not done here yet. And no hall will save me from my own thoughts of leaving the job undone. I will wonder forever amoungst the pathways.


This is the order of things my child. I gave unto you, a man not of faith this gift. The fire in your eyes warmed my heart even in the face that your kind brought to my shores and people. You have gained wisdom, and love, respect, and fear, you have learned, and shared, but now our time in this sphere of influence is failing.... you are one of the last of my sons on this earth, and our time on stage has been called to an end. This ends.
I know.... I know about the deal. I know about the order of things. I know about fate. And I know the blood I've left on the pages of an unwritten history. And I also know what it means to use your gift for gain.. Sasha turned in the black void of the in between to look the female who the natives knew as Mother Earth eye to eye. His body trembled with a cold fear, and a blackness swirled in his heart. The woman of moonlight hair and autumn leaf colored skin's eyes widened as her soft hand reached for her mouth."With or without your blessing I will be staying for one more round."


The women glared in anger. Loving anger. The eyes of a mother. The eyes of a caregiver wronged. "No.... I wont see you hurt yourself on more foolish crusades. It has been less then a year since you nearly took your own life, floating on a sea of drugs and alcohol. Come with me and learn of the final gift. To long in the darkness of the world. Come with me to the light. All I do is for you Thomas."

"With" The woman screamed as she rushed for Sasha, turning from her. Darkness swirling around him again. "Or without your blessing".



"Yo bossman. You have to wake up..."

"He's gone you idiot. He's been gone since last night look at the blood."

"YOU CAN LEAVE AT ANYTIME ANNEMETTE!"

"LOOK I just don't wanna hear your shitty attempts at raising the dead Benny!"

"At least show some ******** respect for the man wh-"

"The man who what Benny?! Got us sailing in the middle of open ******** waters heading towards a GPS marker that he set in? I had a life back in that city! You had a life in that city!"

"You never had to answer the call. Others didnt. We all knew that if he asked he needed help. We all knew the risks but still you showed up--

"......Dutch. I'm sorry. He's gon--- What the hell is that growling?"

"We need to get back in the quarters and lock up."

"What the hell Dutch?"

"Now."

"Jesus Christ what the hell is that thing? Jesus. Go Benny Go get in the cabin now!"



















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Blair felt like a deer in headlights. Suddenly her dress felt too tight, her heels made her feel like a newborn giraffe, and her hair was obnoxiously brightly colored. She felt so completely and utterly alone standing in the middle of the crowd of hostile Grimdark creatures. She spotted Annemette, scowling at her surroundings quietly. Benny was watching her as she chewed on her lip. Sasha was pacing back and forth, waiting for the right time to send Sipris to the stage. Blair hazarded a glance around the ballroom, wary of the hungry eyes surveying her. She tried to stay clear of most of the “guests” and instead took to wringing her hands over and over again. She felt like a freakshow on display, but without space between her and the audience. The feeling was suffocating. There was no air in the room, only sweaty anticipation and alcohol, gunpowder residue and antsy trigger fingers.

Glancing back at Sasha, she could see his attentions were focused on Sipris walking to the stage, Benny slipping in beside him. He glanced down at his cameras quickly, but everyone was focused on the man at the center stage, speaking plainly into the microphone. She was half listening until he mentioned an ‘exclusive announcement.’ Her head whipped towards the stage and in gape-mouthed horror she watched as he set them all up to die. Shock ran through her body, rooting her to the ground where she stood, color draining from her face. “What…?” Her voice sounded hoarse to her own ears as she followed Benny’s outraged voice. Her eyes watched as he jumped for the shotgun leaning against the wall, Sasha already up and moving.

Blair looked up just as the sprinklers were coming on, spraying a thick liquid with a heavy iron smell. And to her horror she realized it was blood. Why? They couldn’t catch a break, and she thought this was her out. This was supposed to give her a life back, but she never truly believed a word of it. Nothing was ever going to be the same. A forceful tug on her wrist caught her attention, head whipping back toward the hand closing around her. Her hair whipped into her eyes, beginning to soak up the blood coming from the ceilings. It was Benny, and relief washed over her visibly. He tugged and she followed awkwardly at first before finally catching pace. Sasha went quiet on the radio, despite Benny’s constant demands for answers and his attempts to explain everything to her, and Dutch was silent and seemingly calm under the circumstances. They were headed to a parking garage, but everything felt different now. Nothing was going to plan. Finally Benny released her wrist, leaving a slight red impression, and Blair managed to free her pistol from its hiding place between her thighs and raise it up, clicking the safety off. Dutch seemed to raise a rocky eyebrow at that but continued forward.

Blair was as silent and stoic as she could manage, even when the young man began speaking to Benny and Dutch. They almost pretended she wasn’t even there, the way the spoke to one another. It seemed as though she was a second thought to them, even though she was technically the mission. She listened quietly, watching the surroundings around her shaking with fear. This house knew what was happening to it. She could feel it. They all headed towards the garage again, and soon she heard Annemette’s voice over the line. Blair could feel it in her bones; something was going to go wrong. Something was going wrong already. But what?

The world around her shifted, tilting and swaying, betraying gravity. Everything was still and silent, as if time had stopped and then she saw him: Mac, standing an arms-length away from her. He was clear and crisp, his vision being able to manifest in all the chaos was a wonder to her. What was he doing here, now? She opened her mouth to ask, but he shook his head, holding up a hand for her to be silent. “You are in danger.” He spoke carefully, as if each word were difficult to sound out. His voice was deep and held an accent she couldn’t quite place as it had faded slowly with time throughout his life.
‘No s**t.’ She thought, lowering her weapon. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t aware of the danger surrounding her at that very moment, sprinkled with blood and riddled with fear.
“You need to leave.” Mac spoke again, his voice commanding in the total silence.
“I can’t just leave.” She choked back a terrified sob.
“Please, let me help you.” His eyes glistened, hands spread out, palms up. The gesture was open and warming. “Trust me.”
Blair was wary to trust someone she couldn’t touch, but her gut instinct was to listen. Her fingers gently traced over the impressed metal of the dogtags tucked into the top of her dress. She hesitated a moment more, but the time was now. She needed to decide to trust him, as Sasha once had. “Okay.” She nearly whispered.
Mac nodded with a soft smile on his face before turning and disappearing from sight. The world came back into view just as gunshots began to ring in her ears from further up the stairs, the hallways. Everyone ran towards them. Everyone except her. She was left in the garage alone, and suddenly a wave of nausea hit her like a punch in her stomach. Everything spun around her as though the world was tilting to shake her around in its snow globe. The sickening feeling grew, her eyes began to glow, and suddenly Mac was standing in front of her again. His eyes were closed, and she realized he was trying to give her some of his power. The feeling was overwhelming.

Taking a steadying breath, she straightened out her back and tried to calm her rapid pulse. Create a shield. The air around her flickered to life, the blue glow echoing her own eyes. It looked as if the dust around her had come to life, solidified in the air. She didn’t have time to consider that she was underground, or that she didn’t even know what she was doing. Everything happened so fast.

The building began to collapse around her, deafening booms coming from the explosives placed around the mansion. Her eyes opened to find chaos, rubble coming down around her in large chunks. Blair began to lose focus, panic settling into the core of her being. Everything radiated with pain, her whole body showing strain and wear. The blood in her veins was glowing the same blue, the energy wanting to escape from her body. Wildly she looked back to Mac where he stood only a few feet from her inside the shield they had created. His presence was somehow calming, and it allowed her to take a deep breath, eyes locked with his own ghostly ones. ‘I can do this.’ She thought, trying to keep herself positive in the midst of her fear. Mac nodded his agreement, and suddenly the world caved in around her and panic came over her once again. The shield evaporated around her and Mac disappeared from her sight in the blink of an eye.

Holy s**t, she was alone again. The entire place was crashing down around her, smacking into her body with such force she was almost sure a few bones were broken. The air went from her lungs and she felt her consciousness slipping into darkness. For a brief moment she thought she could see Sasha in the darkness, but everything flashed bright in her eyes and was gone. Her body had taken far too much damage to stay awake now. She was only human.

Blair felt the pressure of the earth weighing upon her, trying to recall what had happened. The rubble began to shift, slowly, but moonlight was filtering through the cracks and holes, illuminating her situation. Words didn’t come, and no strength entered her body. She lay lifeless under the heap of earth and concrete, unable to do anything but manage to stay in and out of consciousness. Voices. Shouting. The smell of iron and sweat. The jumble of smells and sounds confused her more. What was happening? What had happened? Blair tried to wiggle her fingers, her toes, shift her legs and arms. Nothing worked properly. Everything ached. Fear and panic began to settle into her gut just as a large piece of rubble was moved off of her. The moonlight felt blinding as she managed to shift some of the rubble atop her aside, pushing up against the rocks stabbing into the tender flesh of her palms. Bleary eyed, she looked at her surroundings as best she could. To her horror, this was her exact premonition. Fires blazed around her, dust and debris were everywhere, bodies and blood soaking the earth. This wasn’t what she wanted. This couldn’t be how it ended.

She rubbed at the dirt in her eyes, tears beginning to carve lines into the dirty skin of her face. Why?
“Blair.” A voice grated on the terrible silence.
Her eyes looked upwards at an outstretched hand. She couldn’t make out the figure, didn’t know the voice, but he knew her. She let herself sob softly as her hand settled into the stranger’s grip before she felt her consciousness fade once again.

---

Blair wasn’t sure which was worse: waking up in a bed that isn’t your own in a strange place or waking up in a bed that isn’t your own in a strange place in clothes that aren’t your own. As she reached out from under the covers, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes to gaze at the clock sitting on the nightstand. “s**t, it’s almost midday…” Blair croaked, untangling her legs from the sheets and swinging them down onto the rug below. “Where the hell am I?”

The room was dark, the heavy drapes pulled over the windows carefully, but she could still make out most of the room. A bookcase along the far wall, several large purple chairs with dark colored pillows adorning them, a dresser with a large T.V. sitting atop it. As she got up from the bed unsteadily, she dragged her feet towards the hallway where she fumbled for the light switch. The lights did little to illuminate, as if they were meant to be aesthetic instead of utility.

Grumbling, Blair made her way to what looked like a master bathroom with a large jacuzzi tub sitting in the middle of the layout. Everything was clean. Almost too clean, as if no one really lived here.

Turning the faucet on, she splashed cold water on her puffy face and tried to pull herself together mentally and physically. Once she wiped her face clean of any dripping water, Blair turned towards the open doorway connected to the bathroom finding a massive walk-in closet full of women’s clothing. “Uhm…” The pajamas had obviously come from here, and as she pulled off the top she found a decent designer brand on the tag. Her eyebrows arched in a surprised fashion as she dragged a hand along the multitudes of clothes hanging on racks. When she reached a section full of undergarments, all in her size, she sighed. “How in the…?” Immediately she remembered the file on herself that Sasha had on him last time they were together. “Right, probably from all the spy work they did on me.” A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of being watched.

Between her index finger and thumb she picked up a pair of panties and laughed softly. The whole thing was ridiculous. It all seemed like a strange dream to her. Nothing in this closet was cheap, and Blair hesitated even putting anything on. But she wasn’t going to traipse around a strange place in a bra and shorts. She needed to find something simple to wear for now.
Putting down the underwear, she padded over to where a stack of jeans sat folded on a shelf and pulled a pair out. Buttoning up the front, she looked over the shirts hanging before her and pulled down a silk, silver tank top that draped slightly in the front and pulled it over her head. A pair of gray slip on sneakers lay on a rack close to the door, and she pulled them down before sitting on the waiting ottoman and sliding them on. Standing back up and facing a long mirror, she found everything fit like a glove. “Mm.” She walked back to the bathroom and scoured the drawers for a hair tie to pull back her bedhead red hair. Puffy eyes, flyaway static hair, and slightly pink cheeks stared back at her with hollow blue eyes the pierced her own heart to look at. Quickly, she turned away and made her way out of the bedroom into a rather large living area that looked straight out of a gaudy Vegas hotel.

“I’m still in Seattle, right?” A quick glance out the window said yes, and told her she was also very high up off the ground, so she turned back to her surroundings. Everything was so purple. And flashy. Blair felt even more out of place than she had with Sasha.

Just the name was enough to make her heart twinge with sadness. Her hand absently reached up to tug at the dog tags dangling around her neck. Her brows knitted together in frustration, she shoved them under her shirt and kept going, looking for the door to get outside of wherever she was so she could at least assess that much. Keeping her mind off of last night would be key to keeping her wits about her. It was no use crying about what happened, nor was it any good to dwell on it when she had much more pressing matters to deal with. Who was she with now and where had they taken her? Seattle was her home, and yet she felt as though she didn’t even know it anymore. Nothing was the same, and it likely would never be ever again. That much was certain, because if she didn’t die at the hands of another kidnapper trying to use her powers for themselves, she would likely just be taken by another kidnapper to another place to have the same fate. She was pretty much doomed from the start, but Blair had felt like that her whole life.

The front door suddenly opened and Blair heard herself squeak before jumping behind the bar and grabbing a heavy bottle of booze to use as a weapon.

“I heard a noise.” A deep male voice quietly exclaimed. Blair could hear at least two sets of footsteps echoing off the tile as they made their way into the living quarters. “I think she’s awake finally.”

“Is she still in the bedroom then?” The second voice was softer, hints of a European accent hanging heavy off the words as they rolled from his tongue.

“I don’t think so. I heard the noise from in here. Sounded like footsteps.” The first man replied.

Blair heard them stop somewhere near the end of the entryway. As quietly as she could she crept around the bar to peek out at the intruders. Air hissed into her lungs as she sharply inhaled upon sight. These men were easily above six feet and they dwarfed Blair in comparison. They looked human enough, but unless she got closer she wasn’t sure she could tell.

Blair quickly pulled herself back against the bar and tried to think of the things Sasha had taught her in the last few weeks. Nothing came to mind that was easy to execute on a giant, so she gave up that idea and took a deep breath. She would only get answers if she talked to someone, and she couldn’t hide forever. Popping up from behind the bar, holding the neck of the bottle like a baseball bat, Blair cleared her throat. The men both swiveled in her direction, mild surprise written on their faces as they looked her up and down. “Good afternoon gentlemen.”

“Good afternoon, Ms. Lyone.” They both gave a short bow, which confused Blair. “How are you feeling?” The first one asked, taking a step in her direction.

“Uh-uh.” She waggled the bottle slightly, indicating a threatening use and the man stopped. Although it likely wouldn’t do anything anyway, it certainly felt good to have some type of weapon on her. Even if it was a good vintage.

“Alright, just take it easy. We’re only here to check on you.” The second one spoke again, yanking gently on the hem of his black glove. “Are you hungry?” He watched her narrow her eyes. “We could have something brought up for you.”

Blair became more confused. “What?” She looked between the two men, and sensing no malice, gingerly set down the wine bottle on the counter. “Where the hell am I?” She didn’t make a move to come from behind the counter, instead stayed firmly planted in place a safe distance away from her new visitors.

“You’re at the hotel Serenity.” The first man gestured around her. “This is your penthouse.”

Blair blinked. “My what?” She pointed at herself as if trying to make sure they meant her. When they both nodded, she looked around and felt her eyebrows return to the knitted position, her lips curl down into a frown. “What kind of dirty trick is this? First, I’m taken, then changed, now I’m supposed to be the person who lives here? I already have a house, thanks.”

The two men looked at each other quickly then back to Blair, as if to decide something silently between them. “I think you should come with us.”

With a raised eyebrow, slowly she stepped out from behind the bar. Her eyes lingered on the bottle but left it on the counter, assuring herself that she could find something to use as a weapon in the heat of the moment if she needed to.

Following the two men out into the entryway and then into the hallway, a new set of colors and design filled her vision. She wasn’t sure she could even walk through the hallway with how clean it was. Everything glittered before her, the teal colors on the lit walls bounced off the mirrors. Several glass doorways along the way led to what looked like conference rooms, waiting rooms, presentation halls. At the end of the hallways was a large, circular open space, and sitting in the center a large rounded elevator. On closer inspection as they passed, she saw a pin pad and key card swipe in place of buttons. So security was tight.

Off to the side, the two men pushed part of the wall in and behind it a very different atmosphere greeted her. It was muted, simplistic. Maybe even a little dated. “Where are you taking me?” Her voice sounded quiet even to herself. In contrast to the nearly verging on garish design and décor of the penthouse and hallway, this area seemed to quiet her nerves. It was calming, relaxing, and in response her body released some tension.

The hallway lead to a large wooden door, and upon opening it and being ushered inside, the décor was a stark difference to the penthouse. It was reasonable, even livable. One of the men wandered off further into the depths of the rooms, and the other steered her to a sofa where stacks of books neatly sat on the coffee table in front of her. The man in the suit stood behind her as she waited, her body tensed slightly as she sat. Waiting was not something she wanted to do now. Blair needed at least a few answers, and she was going to get them.

The other man reappeared, coming to stand near the other man behind her, and a few moments later a very large man lumbered gracefully through the doorway. If she thought the two men behind her were well dressed, this man was on another level than they were. His suit was spotless, pressed and clean. The black color was rich, a stark contrast to the crisp white of his shirt. His squared sunglasses and fashionable, large black hat obscured most of his face, but she could tell he had a severe set to his jaw and a large, shapely nose. His hands were also covered in black leather gloves, but he pulled them back slightly to asses the time on his watch before adjusting his cufflinks on his smoking jacket.

Almost impossibly quietly, he walked over to the three of them and sat down opposite Blair in a large but modest looking chair. His image didn’t quite fit his surrounding, but he didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by it. Blair couldn’t help but tense in response to his appearance, feeling extremely uncomfortable by the silence they seemed so easily to settle into. The two men stayed put behind her, hands clasped together professionally. The man sitting opposite her removed his gloves one by one before taking off his sunglasses and hat and setting them on the coffee table in front of them. His face was sculpted beautifully, extremely masculine, and his eyes were crimson red. The pupils adjusted to the light and widened slightly, their red color focused on her own bright blue. His physical presence was imposing.
Blair blinked in surprise, holding her shoulders rigid as she watched. He was definitely not human. At this point, she wasn’t sure she should be as surprised as she was, but she supposed anyone would be surprised by a man who looked like a living statue. She tried not to stare, as it would be inherently rude to do so, but everything about her current situation was surprising to say the least.

The two men behind her cleared their throats softly, and Blair came back to reality, glancing up at the men who smiled sheepishly down at her. She turned her attention back to the giant in front of her and waited for him to speak, hoping that was what one did in such a situation as this.
“Good afternoon, Blair.” He greeted her, his voice low and appealing to the ear and slightly gravelly. He did not smile, only crossed his legs and set his intertwined hands on top his knees. “My name is Goliath.”
“I’d introduce myself, but I don’t think I need to…” She felt like sinking into the sofa and disappearing.

“No, there is no need. Although I think you should be introduced to the two behind you.” He gestured a large hand in the direction behind her and she looked up. “The one on the left is Aramis, and the one on the right is Crow. They will be your personal bodyguards for your duration here.”

Blair glanced backwards and up at her two new companions. Crow was tall and lanky, with long dark hair tied back in a lazy ponytail. Aramis, on the other hand, was slightly shorter than his companion, but much more clean-cut. His auburn hair was short cropped to his head and a well-trimmed beard. “Yes, hello, and how long will that be exactly?” Blair turned back to Goliath, her eyes like small blue flames ready to erupt at any moment.

“Unknown.” He replied, his voice a low rumble as he picked up a file from the coffee table and opened it in his lap. “You’re being hunted by two factions of the Grimdark, and one faction alone would be enough to cause trouble for anyone.” He paused, flipping through a few papers before gently handing them over to Blair for her to look over. “The Wolves and the Vampires are after your gift.”

“I can assure you, it is anything but a gift.” She grumbled, opening the file to peruse the documents inside. Blair’s mind went through several, self-pitying questions, and none of them could be answered by Goliath better than they could be answered by herself. She knew she couldn’t go home, she knew she couldn’t just leave, but all she wanted was to fade back into her blissful oblivion she had worked so hard to obtain.

“As you can see, it would be safer if you stayed somewhere out of the fray. Instead of in the middle of it.” Goliath grumbled, his teeth grating against themselves as he etched the last words out. Obviously in reference to the fight she had been involved with the night before.

Blair set the file back on the table, eyes focused on Goliath. “You want me to live here? With you?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

“I see no other alternative. Serenity is a neutral zone, as it were. This hotel is the best place for you.” His jaw was set, she could tell he meant what he said.

“So, am I allowed to leave?” Blair asked, perhaps knowing it was a moot point.

“Absolutely not.” Goliath replied succinctly, his expression unchanging. “You will remain here under my watchful eye.”

Blair’s eyes began to glow softly, her brows knitted together with anger. “I am not a pawn to be bought and sold to the highest bidder. I am a human being, and I will be treated as such.” It was gusty, but she was so angry and being traded off to so many different hands that she couldn’t contain the frustration any longer.

Goliath felt himself soften slightly, understanding the frustration but unable to give in. “I am sorry, but you are no such thing. You are a Queen among men, my dear.”

“Do not call me dear.” Her eyes flashed, her gaze unwavering and unblinking. “Where is Sasha?” Blair stood, hands balled into fists at her side. The two men behind her tensed, but Goliath held up a hand to settle them once again.

“You must understand, Blair. He had no choice. This is a game of cards, a simple game, but a game of war which most people understand at a young age. The Wolves and Vampires with their own decks, myself with mine, and Sasha. A single Ace in a single card deck with an amazing ability to hold what is taken from two larger decks.
“At one time he held another Ace, and together they could keep the forces at bay. But you, my dear, are a Queen. Able to topple man cards at once, but still able to be taken by Aces and Kings.”
Goliath paused, watching her tremble slightly.
“He forced a war, and you were played face down along with his other victories. In the end, he lost, and you were taken as your value was downplayed and used as a bartering tool. The Wolves are gone now, dissolved in the decks of our fanged friends. You are safe with me. There are many more exchanges of cards to be done before you are played again. Best not to stay mindful of the cards that slip between the floor boards my dear. This is a war, and your time to shine will come soon enough.” He watched her, his own bright red eyes locked on to her glowing blue ones. She was struggling to understand, to accept the situation. Sasha had failed to hand the girl over to him, so he had gone to collect her himself after that fiasco of a fight.

“Where is Sasha?” Her voice was a quiet rumble, low and sharp as she enunciated each word. She could feel the adrenaline running through her veins, willing her to leap into action.

Goliath hesitated only slightly, his gaze remaining unwavering. “Sasha is dead.”

Blair felt as though all the air was sucked out of her lungs, as if someone had jabbed her in the stomach. A shrill ringing in her ears drowned out anything else she might have heard. Her eyes were wide, the light leaving her eyes slowly, and her voice in a barely audible whisper finally replied, “You’re lying…” The floor swayed under her feet, and she fought to keep her equilibrium balanced.

“I am not. I am sorry.” He spoke quieter, his voice carrying an awkward attempt at tenderness to try to put her at ease. Watching as she sank slowly down into the cushion of the couch beneath her, he could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“He can’t be dead. That’s impossible. I saw him… I saw-“ She cut her train of thought off mid-sentence, feeling a lump beginning to form in her throat.

Goliath fidgeted in his seat. It was uncomfortable, watching this woman who had no idea how powerful she was, cry over a man she barely knew. Someone who didn’t matter in the long term. Intertwining his fingers together, he gripped them tightly. Behind her, he could see Aramis and Crow shift on their feet, obviously feeling uneasy as well. He gently cleared his throat, trying to bring her attention back to the situation at hand. “There was nothing anyone could do.”

Blair looked up, eyes wide and watery. Words failed her. She could feel herself beginning to shake. She knew. She knew last night that something was going to go wrong. But she never imagined it would go so very wrong on so many levels. Blair felt tired of being used, tired of being tossed around, tired of feeling like less than a human.

Goliath, Crow and Aramis all watched with differing levels of unease.
“Blair, please go back to the penthouse and rest. I’ll have food brought up to you. Aramis and Crow will attend to anything you need.” He stood, adjusting his jacket and gathering his things from the table. “We can continue speaking another day.”

Quietly, Crow leaned down and offered his hand for Blair to take, hoping she was steady enough on her feet to walk. Aramis hovered close by, feeling troubled by the dark look in her eyes.

Before she knew it, Blair found herself back in the hallway, shuffling her feet along the carpet. In a daze, she watched the two men open the door and usher her inside, gently placing hands on her back to steer her towards her new bedroom. Once they had achieved that, they awkwardly left her to her own thoughts, making their way back to the kitchens and bar.

“I hope she’ll be okay…” Crow quietly mused as he sat down at the bar. “She looks slightly ill.”

“Well how would you feel?” Aramis grumbled, working his way around the bar to put the bottle of wine away Blair had left out. “On second thought…” He pulled the bottle back out and poured himself and Crow a glass.

“I’d feel like s**t.” His long fingers reached for the stem of the glass and elegantly lifting it to his lips.

“No kidding.” Aramis rolled his eyes, downing the liquid in one short gulp. “All we can do is hope she adjusts.” His dark hazel eyes stared down into the glass at the leftover wine at the bottom, swirling the red liquid around lazily. “She seems like she’s going to lose it.”

“I mean, I would if I were her.” Crow added, unhelpfully.

Aramis ran a hand over his short hair in annoyance. “Just shut up.”

“What? Why?” He finished his wine and set the glass down on the countertop, pushing up from the bar chair.

“Let’s just do our rounds and come back to check on her later.” Aramis ordered, scooping up the glasses and setting them in the sink.

---

“It’s been two weeks, Ms. Blair.” Crow was beginning to sound desperate. “Please come out and eat something.” He had sat down outside the door about three hours ago in an attempt to coax her outside of the bathroom. She had shown no signs of moving, but he was determined to get her outside of the bathroom today.

“I’m not hungry…” Blair croaked, her voice echoing off the jacuzzi walls as she pulled herself tighter into a ball. “And stop calling me ‘Ms. Blair.’” She complained, rubbing at the itch on her nose softly as she sniffled.

“What are we supposed to call you then, Lyone?” Aramis bellowed, kicking the door vigorously with his booted foot. “Psychic chick? Sad Sally? What do you want from us?”

“Aramis! Be nice.” Crow hissed, pushing his foot aside. “Just ignore him, Blair.”

“Why can’t we just bust the door down? She has to eat. It’s been two weeks already!” Aramis growled darkly, leaning himself against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.

“We don’t need to bust the door down. We have a key. But we should be delicate about this.” Crow found it better to be cautious when it came to women. Far too many things could go wrong when you crossed a woman, and especially if they were Grimdark inclined.

“What? Why haven’t we used the key then, you idiot?” It was like pulling teeth when it came to working with Crow some days. He wasn’t sure what went through his head on any given day, and Aramis was sure he had no clue what he was trying to accomplish now by indulging this pity party. “You’re letting her starve to death.”

“She should come out when she’s ready.”

“I can hear you guys… You know that, right?” Blair rolled her eyes, rolling onto her back and sticking her feet up to rest on the outer edge of the tub. Had it really been two weeks already? It felt like days since she had locked herself inside.

“Okay, I’m done with this nonsense.” Aramis yanked Crow up by his collar and tussled a moment with the skinny man before he shoved him aside, key in hand. “You’re going to come out of there whether you like it or not, Lyone.”

“No, I’m not!” She shouted, feeling like a child throwing a tantrum. The words came out but she didn’t think she actually said them with a straight face.

The lock clicked and then Blair heard a loud thud on the door. “Crow, you had better get off of me.” Aramis growled in his deep voice. “I’ve had it up to my tits with this bullshit.”

“Why can’t you just be patient!” Crow pried Aramis’ hand from the handle slowly, taking care not to turn it. “She needs time to herself.”

“She’s had plenty!” Aramis yelled, tossing an elbow back into Crow’s stomach. A smile crept up to his lips as he felt the connection of bone and soft tissue meet, the sound of air being expelled from Crow’s lungs. Satisfied, with Crow laying a crumpled heap by the door, Aramis entered the bathroom. “I’m coming in, princess.”

“Don’t call me that!” Blair pulled herself back into the tub and hugged her knees to her chest, watching Aramis trudge to the outer rim. “Go away.”

“You’re coming out of here. Now.” His dark hazel eyes narrowed, arms crossed dangerously in front of him.

“I can do this all day, big man.”[/ olor] Blair’s own bright blue eyes flashed as she hunkered down, pulling her pajamas tighter around her.

“Lass, I’m giving you one warning.” He knew she wasn’t going to give up. He could see that stubborn glint in her eyes, the hard line her jaw set in.
Tossing his hands up in frustration, he left the bathroom and came back minutes later with a bucket from the rooftop garden. Filling it with ice cold water, he held it threateningly over the tub. “Get. Up.”

Blair barely began to shake her head when she felt the icy water pour over her. Her body jolted in shock, air gasping from her lungs. Quickly, Aramis grabbed her arms and pulled her up and out of the jacuzzi tub.

Crow watched with mild horror, getting up to grab a towel and wrap it around the shivering Blair. “Sorry.” He wheezed softly, smiling as he rubbed the towel over her damp hair and quickly wrapped it around her shoulders. He had to begrudge the fact that Aramis had gotten it done, but he didn’t have to like it. “Let’s get you warmed up and go find you some food. How about that?” He smiled down at her as he pat her head gently.

“Fine.” Blair looked away, feeling frustrated and cold. She dried off quickly and tossed the towel over Aramis’ face before heading for the closet. “Jerks…” She grumbled, yanking down a pink sleeveless top and a pair of jeans, she dressed quickly. On her way out, she grabbed some deep red ankle boots and slipped them on.

“Alright, I’m complying.” She said as she grabbed a hair tie and pulled back her damp hair. Aramis gave her a smirk and she looked away. “Can you not?”

“Good job, kid.” Aramis gave her a hearty slap on the back and exited the room, laughter echoing after him. “Good choice. Let’s go find you something to eat then, huh?”

“Is he always like this?” She asked the lingering Crow as he followed her outside. “Because he seems like an a*****e.”

“Yes, yes he is. But he’s a good guy once you get past all that bluster.” Crow sighed heavily, ushering her along.

“I’m sure.” She replied, her tongue dripping with sarcasm. “He’s got the personality of a wet badger.”

“I’ve never heard something so accurate in my life.” Crow snorted and laughed, garnering a smile from Blair.

---

“What do you think you’re doing?” Aramis asked, lazily watching from the couch as he looked up from his magazine.

“I’m going to have breakfast. What does it look like?” Blair replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Where?” Aramis looked back to his magazine, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

“Take your feet down, you’ll scuff that.” Blair walked back towards the sofa, her white heels clicking against the floor. “And I’m going to eat with Goliath.”

“Since when?” He yawned, feeling disinterested in the conversation.

“Since I decided to this morning. It’s been about what, two, almost three, months and I’m sick of seeing these same damn walls. Plus, I’m really tired of seeing your face every day.” She paused. “Some offense meant.” Blair smiled, crossing her arms under her chest over her white blouse. The blue petals on her earrings sparkled as a rare ray of sunlight came through the windows. “Besides, whose gonna stop me?”

Aramis laid his head back on the top of the sofa, tossing the magazine aside. “I will.”

“No, you won’t, a*****e.” Blair rolled her eyes. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m really quite hungry.” She turned on one stiletto and left, listening to Aramis groan about having to get up. “Wait, where is Crow?”

“Why can’t you be a nice little socialite instead of a b***h?” He mused, watching her give him the finger. “And Crow went on an errand. Something about books I guess.” His shoulders moved up and down in a quick shrug.

“Like I care what you think. I’ve been stuck behind these walls for nearly two months now. I need a change of scenery since I can’t just leave whenever I want to.” She sighed. “And who says I’m supposed to be a socialite? Is that really my cover story here?” Blair raised one eyebrow in confusion.

“Who the hell knows?” Aramis scratched under his chin, sitting up fully. “This whole situation is ridiculous anyway.”

“Preaching to the choir, buddy.” She rolled her eyes as he headed for the entrance.

“Just don’t cause any trouble, you hear me?”

“I make absolutely no promises.”

--

“Where the hell is that door…?” She mumbled, pressing her soft fingertips into the wall she remembered seeing the doorway in on her first day here. “Ah.” The quiet click affirmed her and she pushed the wall open.

The hallways were quiet, the click of her heels soft against the short pile carpet underneath. It seemed as though no one was awake, the quiet was almost unnerving. As if the whole place rejected her intrusion, and she was intruding since she had invited herself. “Where is the kitchen?” Blair heard herself whisper, chiding herself for being afraid of being seen.

A few doors down she found the open archways that led to the kitchen, finding a small dining room attached. Everything was muted in these halls. Compared to the ridiculous luxury of the penthouse, she felt more at home in these rooms.

There were boxes of cereal on top of the fridge, and after digging around in the drawers and cabinets, she pulled out a bowl and a spoon. She checked the expiration date on the milk in the fridge and after pouring some into her bowl of chosen cereal she sat down at the far end of the table.

Once she had settled in and was halfway through with her breakfast, the door on the far end suddenly opened. Blair stiffened as she saw Goliath enter, but as soon as he did she pressed a hand to her lips to keep quiet. He hadn’t noticed her yet, and she was glad he hadn’t, because as soon as he did things would get awkward.

It looked as if he had just woken up, and she swore he would have had bedhead if he weren’t made of stone. There he stood, in front of the open fridge in boxer shorts and huge, fluffy slippers. He tugged the large Hawaiian shirt over his white t-shirt, reaching in to grab the jug of milk. And suddenly he put the jug to his lips and started drinking.

Blair looked down to her own cereal, wondering if that was first time he had done it or if the jug had already been contaminated before she got to it. She had to stifle a laugh as she watched, putting both hands to her mouth to keep any noise from slipping out.

Finally, Goliath turned, jug to his lips. As soon as he spotted her watching from the far end of the room he nearly spit out the milk. His red eyes widened, mind working quickly to figure out how the hell she got in here in the first place. In the meantime, the silence was growing and becoming more awkward by the second.

Moving her hands down, Blair set her chin in her palms and chuckled. “I didn’t know you owned something so…” She paused, gesturing to his attire. “casual.” The man looked like he wanted to fade into the wallpaper, the horror of the situation written all over his face.

“How did you-“ He hesitated, snapping the cap on the milk and shoving it back into the fridge with a slam. “I’m so sorry. Please, excuse me.” Goliath stammered more apologies as he left, backing out of the room quickly. He was fumbling all over himself, his words coming out a mile-a-minute.

Finally, he escaped and the room fell silent once again, with Blair staring down at her soggy cereal with mild amusement. It was probably the liveliest thing to happen to her in the last few months. Ever since Aramis had dragged her out of the jacuzzi, she’s been trying to come to terms with her new arrangements. As uncomfortable as she was with them.

Absently, she stared out the window, fingertips tracing the outline of the dog tags underneath her blouse. “Why do you still wear those?” Goliath’s gravely voice grated against the silence.

“Maybe I’m sentimental.” She replied, turning her attention from the sunshine outside to a now dressed Goliath. He looked actually less imposing in his black suit with blue shirt and brown vest. She smiled at him as he narrowed his eyes, sitting down opposite her at the table.
“You’re a weapon, Queen. And weapons don’t weep for the lost.” He watched her carefully, setting down the files before him. He noticed she looked more at ease now, the tension between them dissipating slowly. That was good. He needed her to be comfortable around him if things were to go to plan.

“Don’t call me Queen, please. Just Blair is fine.” She pointed to the files in front of him. “What is all that?”
He opened the files before him, taking out a passport and sliding it gently over the tabletop to her. She opened it and her eyes widened to find her real name plastered on the papers. “Is this okay?” Her bright eyes scanned his, eyebrows arched in mild surprise. “Technically I’m missing.”

“No, you aren’t actually. No one has filed a missing person’s report for you, and if they had I would have had it taken down.” A flicker of pain creased her brows but she smoothed it out quickly. Goliath decided not to say anything. “We just need to get to point B from point A without attracting trouble and notice in our direction. This is the easiest way to go about that.” He straightened his sleeves slowly as she examined the passport before setting it aside.

“Alright, well then why do I need a passport? I thought I was stuck here for an ‘undetermined’ amount of time.” She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms the way she did when she was frustrated.

“We are going to Transylvania.” He replied, sliding her the files with their travel itinerary. Goliath got up and made himself coffee while she perused the documents.

“I’m sorry. I misheard you.” She replied, looking up from the papers. “You want me, the woman who is being hunted by vampires, to go to where they began? Walk right into the home of vampires?” An incredulous laugh escaped her lips. “Did you hit your head on your way out of the kitchen this morning?”

“Be quiet.” He growled. The less said about that breach to his personal quarters, the better. He made a mental note to chide Aramis when he had a chance. “I have business to attend to, and I can best monitor you if you’re by my side instead of holed up in your rooms.”

“Speaking of,” Blair looked up. “Why does your penthouse look like Las Vegas and the color purple had a baby?”

“I have an image to keep up, and that is what the world wants to think. So be it.” He didn’t feel perturbed by it in the least. He had his own quarters, after all.

“Why can’t you just be yourself? Wouldn’t it be easier?”

“If only.” He sighed. “Now, we leave tomorrow, so please pack and prepare for our departure. Linus will escort you back to your rooms.”

In exasperation, Blair took up the files and her new passport before exiting the kitchen and heading down the halls towards her penthouse. “Transylvania, huh?” She mused quietly to herself, wondering what the future held in store for her. Psychic or not, nothing was ever certain.
 

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Sasha, The American
Chapter 2, Bruised, Battered, Bloodied, and Broken.
Synopsis: The events of the mansion are now a year in the past.
Sasha was forced to leave the convent of wolves, dragged away from
the blast by his rag tag team, still not leaving him to his own
internal madness. It should have been apperent long ago that
werewolf was never the right title for him or Mac. Mac used to
call them enlightening ones, blessed with life and the wisedom only
bestowed by the passage of time ane the mistakes of those who wander the
earth as mortals. But now that gift of life he had been given was squandered.
A gift, becoming a curse grindingat the sanity Sasha held onto. Now
operating as a mercanary strong man for a group of Russians operating out of
the middle east, the old Torpedo boat has gained quite the fame.




Goliath, eyed the massive stone fortress as the small convey of three vehicles made there way up the converted switchbacks of the world's longest driveway. Massive spires, and sturdy ramparts thick and strong enough to challange even the idea of massive dragons of legends, ice and snow glimmering in the setting gold sun glistening the keep of dracula in a spectral glow of crimson and deep orange. The keep was like something out of a fantasy novel. A testiment to the power their kind could once hold over the realms of man, but even up in these cold altitudes of the anceint past time had passed. The three vehicles pulled up to a small gate house and checkpoint. Tampered glass, giving nothing away to those in the vehicles about if anyone was manning the checkpoint. The driver moved to roll down the window but Goliath placed his heavy hand on his shoulder and nodded a slight no. Seconds past, Goliath looked back from his rear seat of the forward vehicle, to the middle vehicle, his personal Limo of this continent, his mind raced to the contents of the vehicle and the hardship of finding time to get them to this place. Sasha's actions rest his soul had bought them the screen they needed to push back any questioning from Dracul and his goons. And Goliath's own personal life outside of this mess in the lime light of humanity as a entreprenaur kept him, or his properties from being targeted. His thoughts of the night were interupted as machined whirled to life, camera's placed in the area began scanning the vehicles with all matter of lenses, and sensors. Goliath was no fool, and even his personal escorts carried no weapons on them, the number in their group was exact. The liscence plates marked, even with inventation there was always a chance to be turned away here. Even after the hardship of getting here under HIS orders.

The whirling of electronics and the slight feeling of a loss of personal space subsided, and the road gate opened slowly, allowing access to only two of the vehicles. The last vehicle cut off from following the group into the grand fortress. Goliath did not question. Despite what he would show his normally grand power ment nothing here, the men held their own fates in their hands at this time. It never slipped his mind for a moment that their were informants in his own ranks. And it never left his mind that both of the vehicles were in gunsights of a grand many gaurds hidden amoungst the hard landscape. It didn't take powers to understand how little they were before the mountain, before the fortress, before the man himself. A grand counsel member for life for hundreds of years. The man himself a war legend in the balancing act of the powers of life and death. This was old magic, old power, old majesty lost upon the new world of glass and skyscrapers... Goliath couldn't help comparing their kingdoms and knowing his place in the circle of it all.

The circle of the courts. Life and Death and the balance of all life on this earth. Not only for those who renounced their humanities but to those humans as well. He had explained it to Blair in the past year. A grand court of legendary beings and constructs of idenities. Built for the soul purpose of ruling the lawless, to govern the rebels and anarchist. To keep the business of our kind to ourselves, and in return help the governments of the world in times of need. Yes they knew. The UN was a mimicry of the very group that ruled the grimdark. Not presidents, not temporary officials, but the long time players. The people appointed to this positions by the shadow hand of the councel, lending them the ability to know the truths of the world. Knowing that god in the land is the concept of stability and equality, balance was god on Earth . The UN helped obtain this, them concerning the lives and souls of men and women of the world, and within the concept the flip side of the same coin could be said for Goliath's master's.

Part of the reason why the hotel Blair had called home found itself privy to protections from both the wolves and the vampires, and a grand many unseen others in Seattle, was his connection to this court. Goliath for all his power was an agent of the counsel. His building often used as one of the meeting locations of it's members. His diplomatic immunity, in the affairs of men gave him protection from prying eyes. While the lower levels catered to his monetary means to survive and finance his operations, escalating his appearence to the outside world of man to playboy billionaire, genius he himself answered to one individual. Vlad the Impaler, Dracula, the real Dracula. The man who Dracul only fancies himself liniage to. The true dragon of Europe, terror of the Turks, and enforcer seat of the court of life. The man who craved the very taste of life itself so much as to sell his soul and his morals for the lives of his people. The highest sacrifice to man, but beyond that a heart that could take the role of a monster for the good of those who called him king. After the battle this tremandous honor was gifted to him, and still the world fears his name.

The court of Life, the grand opposer of the court of Death. The court of Angels, and enlightened beings also held with it monsters and murderers. Monsters of legends just as those who bare the mark of Death. Beings who found the will to live in the harshest situations a man or woman could find themselves in. Sasha himself in his early life was an agent of the Mother Earth herself, one of the givers of life. But his seven days to walk the lands were painfully cut short from him in one loss of control from Goliath. One missed order... His potential to refind the path of life, with earth itself was over, and it pained Goliath to know the youngster had never found himself the cause he desired. Goliath had at one time loved the young spirit, praised him as the only white man deserving of such gift, the only to find a place of this blessing. He was the first and last non Native person who had ever risen under her power... At his funeral Goliath had ment every somber note and tone to the dead. Respect, and sincere remorse for the loss.

"The Battle of Little Bighorn against Cussler, The Texan War of Independence and the Alamo, Battle of Belleau Wood, WWI with the marines. Code Talkers in WWII island jumping in the Pacific. French Foriegn Legion. Vietnam.Sasha, lost five of his days, five of his lives for causes that would eventually forget him. Causes of a constant marching mortality of man. Through his elevation he never left the mindset of who he was. His six life he lost to himself, after his brother went before him, and his final cause was lost to time. You gave him his last cause. Remember the man who with a history like his found you his last crusade. What drove him past that lies with him. That is a sign of your nessacity, he could see it, and he did what he could to get your here and play his part. Dracula has turned his eyes to you now, and has granted and audience with you. The discussion is the nature of your unique placement in the world. A desitiny custom wove for you to do something that truely matter in this world. It's destiny that a man who never hesitated to answer a call for help, not even in great times of change in the world got you here. Earn it, and walk in peace that you are where you need to be. Confidence is what is needed now in the ice and snow of the mountain." Those were the last words he would have with Blair before her meeting. Her confusion over what was happneing. What destiny bullshit this was. And how any of this was connected to her kidnapping and forced entrance into this new way of life. Goliath himself didn't know the full picture, didnt see all the peices, but it was what he could give the girl. Anger followed her thoughts of Sasha, but maybe there was more, and in the end maybe anger is what would see her warm in HIS cold gaze.


The gates to the outer walls opened to the smaller column of vehicles that carried the smaller group under Goliath's pay. The thickness of the walls breathtaking as the car passed under the stone archway to an interior drive. The walls lined with burning torches. Flickering flames attempting to hold their own against the hollowing cold and dark filling skies above. Deep grey and creeping blacks the likeness of a heavy heart, the enviroment sucked the warmth of life away as the doors of the vehicle opened. The pasangers now standing before an enormous door painted royal red, a great winged dragon sprawled accross the door by means of metal inlays.Attendants in suits moved from side access doors to move and guide the group inside. Goliath only catching a glimpse of Blair a father like concern if her winter outfit was up to spec of the enviroment, before he and his men were ushered to another entrance. Blair was now alone, armed with whatever knowledge her 'gaurds' of her car had given her. Clining to whatever pep talk was given by Crow or Linus. She was guided into the warmth of the grand hall, further down the massive room a breathtakingly large fireplace, a bonfire roared like the flames dancing upon the toothed mouth of a grand dragon bringing hellfire to it's foes. Nothing in this place was life sized. Nothing in this place was making her feel any bigger. She was ushered gently forward by faceless individuals that oozed horror.

Flames washed away the shadows and any need for the heavy jacket with every step forward. Washed away any concept of the howling wind outside, that the heater in the limo could bearly keep at bay. They washed the entire scene in ancient light. Two staiurcases accended the left and right of the fire. The second floor visible just barely from the lower floor. The tops of endless bookcases hinted above the stone rise.And there before her a chair of gothic design, as her attendent simple moved into the stone wall it's task complete. It was hard to call the chair anything less then a thrown, of ebony color, accross from it another of these throwns, a marvelous fat pillow upon it looked as if it had not been compressed ever. It was a design of the past, plush and elegant with carved wood and flawless fabric. Curved and elegant, yet heavy and embracing of the occupant sitting upong it. Vlad, the Dragon was known for his tastes, and if the purple Vwegas rooms of Goliath's tastes spoke of his own, Vlad was a man with the taste fior the regal and adorned, like kinds of old. He himself a vestige of mystery and power as he looked upon Blair with eyes that seemed to already know to much about her. Eyes that undressed and broke through any barrier or armor one would wear to protect themselve from the outside world. Eyes that striped armor, clothes, skin, and bone. Eyes that demanded respect, demanded consultation with the soul of those before them. His eyes held little regard to the new ways of the world, business suits, ties, technology, or any of the other maddening ways of the present. They held little for the excuses of the meek. This man looked like he owned the world, and sold it out of disgust for it's truths. Yet these eyes drank Blair in. The acknowledge nothing else in reality but her. Stunning eyes of burning gold, inset into alabaster skin and a wild mane, of rich black locks of hair.

"Blair." the name slid out like a master baratone singer, a mix of deep amber honey, and rolling thunder, with a mastery of her name spoken with an elegance that might make her question if she had ever pronounced her name correctly before. "It warms my heart to see you here safe. At long last I get to meet the woman behind the files. Beyound the rhetoric of prophecies. These halls have yeeearned for you my dear." He motioned to the inviting thrown accross from him. "Come. Sit. We have so very much to discuss. Come show me your world in the protection of my own. Can I fetch you anything? A drink? Food? A heavy blanket for our discussion? Answers? You must only ask my dear. For anything"

















La plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas.







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