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"Out late again, Miss Fawkes?" The doorman, a portly and aged human with slightly pale skin and pockmarks all over his cheeks and along his upper lip, asked. It took her a second to remember that that was the name she was going by now and flashed him a grin from behind her cigarette.

"Of course, Martin." She replied. "I always love a good night at the clubs when I can afford it."

"Ahh, the folly of youth. Well, hope you sleep well, what with the guests and all." He said offhandedly. She opened the door and stopped.

"What guests?" She asked, the memory of the kid's last words echoing in her head. Martin tapped his chin absently in thought and snapped his fingers.

"A young looking blonde haired girl and a couple of wolves wearing black coats. Said they were looking for you. But that's all." He said, a shiver running down his spine as he remembered the girl's cold, green eyes.

"Thanks, Martin. Give my regards to your kids for me." She said, an undertone of broken glass hiding behind the request.

"Will do." He said with a salute. She rolled her eyes and took a puff of her cigarette before walking into the lobby and over to the elevators, her boots making soft thuds against the tiled flooring. She none to gently punched the call button and waited with an air of disguised anger emanating from her. When it finally did come, she stepped inside and hit the button for the thirteenth floor and waited for the doors to close before muttering something under her breath. The elevator music quickly shut off and all the light inside of the cabin shut off, leaving her in a pitch dark box, the only light coming from the end of her cigarette.

She spoke again and this time, the elevator moved silently on its tracks to the thirteenth floor, the cables having been well greased recently on her behalf. When the elevator made it to the thirteenth floor, she released the spell on the lights as well as the music and walked out as if she were just a normal mortal coming home from the clubs. She certainly smelled the part.

She walked about half the length of the hallway and stopped at an arched doorway with the stained, black wooded door hanging off its hinges. She stepped into the entryway and moved the door back before continuing on into her house, surveying the damage and wondering what they were looking for. She walked into the living room and sighed as she found her couch occupied by two wolves in long black trench coats, the collars upturned as they examined a pile of her mail.

"May I help you with something?" She asked venomously, her hands idly at her sides and near the pair of small knives she always kept near her incase she needed to use forces stronger than her hands and feet. They turned simultaneously and eyed her with surprise before one of them regained his composure and glared at her.

"Yes, you can. Tell us why you're in this townhouse, and we may make your death quick and painless." He growled. She snorted and unsheathed the daggers from the hidden pockets of her jeans and held them both backhanded, the curving blades winking dangerously in the room's half-light.

"If you must know, this is my home and as I see it, you three are trespassing on my property." She pointed at them with her knife. "So get out or lose a limb. Your choice." She snarled. The wolves looked at each other and climbed over the sofa before pulling out knives of their own from hidden pockets in their coats. She sniffed the air hesitantly and hissed darkly. "Holy water. You came to kill me, haven't you?"

"The vampire can smell. Yes, we have come to kill you. Your kind are a blight on our world and you need to be extinguished." The first wolf growled. She laughed harshly and dropped down into a slight crouch, her hands infront of her in a defensive stance.

"Well then, what're you waiting for?" She goaded. He gave a deep roar and pushed off his back foot quickly, lunging at her with the silver blade held high. She let him come close and dodged to the right before whipping her knife around and beheading the arrogant fool, his head bouncing on the ground a few times before rolling over to his partner's foot. She examined her claws and licked a fleck of blood off of one before eyeing the other wolf with a smirk.

"Y-you killed my brother..." He stammered, shock and disbelief giving way to hatred as she kicked the slumped body away from her and frowned at her boot, which now had a scuffmark on the toe.

"He was your brother? Well, if it's any consolation, he was a lousy fighter with too big a mouth to-"

"SHUT UP!!" He roared, interrupting her. He reached into his coat and pulled out a glowing sphere with a band of gold around its circumference and a glass surface with swirling lights inside it. She noticed the numerous runes on the gold band and swore mentally, her fears being confirmed. She smirked nonchalantly, but inwardly she blanched in fear. If that was what she thought it was and he decided to unleash it on this floor, it would not only vaporize them, but the floors immediately above and below them as well. That would be exceedingly hard to cover up, no matter how hard you tried.

"Okay, big guy, let's not do anything hasty." She cautioned. She took a cautionary step towards him with her knives already back in her sheathes to prove she wasn't as much of a threat that he thought she was.

"Oh, so you aren't insulting me anymore? Then you must know what this is." He growled, hefting the orb slightly in his hand and bouncing it gently.

"Yes, an Oblivion Sphere. How you, a mortal, got your hands on it is beyond me, but if you break that thing, then we'll both be killed. I doubt your brother would like that very much, now would he?" She asked with a harsh glare in his direction. He stiffened and ground his teeth together angrily.

"Don't you dare talk about Aeries that way! He would rather me die in a blaze of glory rather than be at the mercy of some vampiric charmer." He spat. She flinched at the insult but kept her anger in check as she shifted her weight to her toes, judging that she could make the lunge before he could break it.

He noticed this and smirked dangerously. "Go on and try it. Try and reach me before the thing breaks and I guarantee we're both going to go up in flames."

She growled and weighed her options, but each time came up with the same result. She was going to die unless something happened in the next few moments to get the sphere from him. Seeing as she wasn't a firm believer in miracles, she didn't think it would happen that way anytime soon. She unsheathed a knife and twirled it so that she was holding the blade in between thumb and finger, thinking she that she could throw the knife and kill him before the sphere hit the ground and shattered.

Before she could put the plan into action, however, a shot rang out and a bullet found its way into the floor next to her right foot.

"I don't think you'll be trying that stunt with me here." A condescending voice warned from the shadows near the wolf. He snickered was about to pocket the sphere when a pale hand lashed out and grabbed it out of his grip, leaving him with his mouth hanging open in a shocked grimace. "And what, pray tell, do you think you're doing with this, Adam?"

"Melissa I-" He was cut off by the same hand slamming into his chest and sending him flying head over heels over the sofa to crash onto the table with an audible crack as the wood gave under his weight. The hand withdrew and, very much like a wraith steps through a wall, a girl melted from the shadows to be seen.

She wasn't much to look at, but there was a certain... deadly beauty about her that left those who saw her speechless. The very way she walked commanded respect, if not fear, and her attire fed off that feeling. She wore a simple black shirt and baggy jeans with a smoking pistol in one hand and the orb in the other. Her hair was pale on the border of pure white and her eyes were a piercing emerald, which unnerved her slightly to stare into them for too long.

"Hello, vampire. My name is Melissa Cathcart." The girl muttered with undisguised hatred but also a sort of respect. She looked at the beheaded body of Aeries and laughed, a single, cold note that hung in the air frigidly. "I knew he was going to get himself killed one day... I take it you did the deed?"

Yunalesca looked indignant and turned to look away from her, an air of ignorance about her. "I don't know what you're talking about, Melissa. But I do know that someone is going to be paying for my house and the repairs on it." She replied with a shrug as she deftly made for her second knife. Another shot, this one barely missing her right hand and knocking the knife from her grasp.

"Please, don't play coy with me, parasite. I saw the whole thing. And, seeing as you have killed one of my brothers, I have no choice but to reciprocate the feelings." She muttered before firing a few more times at her, all pretenses of carelessness gone from her voice. She whipped the other knife from its sheath and quickly knocked the bullets out of the air before barring her fangs at her, her eyes a bright crimson with the thrill of the bloodlust in her system.

"And you think you can just waltz in through the front door, destroy my home and threaten to kill me without my fighting back?" She snarled, jumping back to grab her knife from the doorframe and pulling it out with a sickening crack as the wood split from the motion. She then dashed forward, her eyes intent on Melissa for the moment and all else was blocked out. She didn't see Adam until he was directly on top of her.

He tackled her into her with the strength of a truck and the two of them hurtled into the bathroom with enough force to smash through the wall amid a storm of dry wall and plaster into the master bedroom. She nimbly bounced off of him and brought her knives up to deflect the bullets raining down from the living room, her eyes now on both Adam and Melissa, the former having struggled to his feet with a hand clapped to his skull.

She muttered something under her breath and watched as time slowed down considerably. The bullets moved as if through molasses and she walked quickly over to a closet door before opening it and turning to see that the bullets were already speeding up. She quickly went in and closed the door behind her before flipping a switch to light the length of the walk in closet, which was more of another room than anything. Along the walls were mementos of her life as a vampire and other such things, but on the back wall were a host of different weapons, all of which she had meticulously enchanted with enough charms to never break, rust, dull or be destroyed by any means. There were also a few guns, but she didn't want to kill the two, just hurt them enough that they wouldn't come bother her again.

She had just taken down a katanna when Adam burst through the door; his eyes alight with revenge and pain as he limped towards her, his own knife in hand. She turned to meet him and with a quick swipe of the sharp blade, the knife fell to the ground in addition to his hand. He howled to the sky and she silenced him with a sharp jab of the handle's base to his skull, knocking him out instantly. She buckled the sheath onto her back and swiped the sword through the air to rid it of any blood before stepping over the unconscious wolf, determined to end this once and for all.

Melissa waited for her on the bed with her pistol aimed at the door and got a shot off before the barrel was sliced in half. Yunalesca walked out of the closet and snarled loudly.

"What don't you hunters get? I AM NOT HURTING ANYONE! And you can go back and tell your ‘master' that if they want to be rid of me so bad, then they'll have to drag their sorry, cowardly ass down here to do the job themselves, otherwise I'll just keep maiming or killing every out of the box freshman hunter they send at me. Do I make myself clear, or should I etch the message into your eyelids so you'll tell them?" She stalked over to her and put the point of her katanna under her chin, the sharp edge pricking her skin enough to let a droplet of blood drip onto the gleaming blade.

The teen stared into her eyes and whimpered fearfully at what she saw. She had to force herself to remember that there were more of them than there was of her and she cracked a soft grin.

"Why don't you tell her yourself, leech. You'll be seeing her soon enough." She muttered quietly, her eyes being drawn to the shadows that detached themselves from the corners of the room and the living room beyond. Yunalesca saw the flicker in her eyes and swiftly unsheathed her knife before throwing it towards the last spot she had seen Melissa look in, not taking her eyes from the girl for a second. She was rewarded with a gurgling moan. She took the blade from her neck and gave her a sharp punch to the temple, rendering her unconscious, before spinning swiftly around to block the several knives that had been thrown at her. She knocked them away with a simple swipe of her sword and hissed deep and long from her throat, the sound reverberating off the walls and causing one of the shadows to falter in its path.

He was the second to die that night. She launched on him and stabbed him through the heart with her sword, kicking him into the wall to dislodge her blade from his chest. She spun on her heel and was about to kill the other one when a whip sliced through the darkness and wrapped its way around her blade before it was pulled taught. The whip burst into flames as soon as it was tugged and she grasped the burning end with her hand before dragging the unfortunate person on the other end out of the shadows. She impaled him with her sword and ended his life quickly.

She noticed a few other shadows moving in from the barely lit living room and snarled in defiance, her blade glinting in the light of the building behind her. The shadow closest to her pulled a cross from its depths and hurled it at her, but she sliced it in half and quickly stalked over to them, slicing his head off with a quick, fluid flick of her wrist as she continued on her way. She slaughtered the other two shadows in her way before walking into the living room to find that there were over half a dozen of the shadows in the room, all with gleaming blades in their hands.

She lunged for the first one and she sliced him deep across the chest before lopping off his head, the blood spurting from the wounds covering her shirt and making her enter a state of blood high that seldom took hold of her. She roared loudly and lowered her stance with a wicked grin.

"Come on, guys, I could use a good drink for my troubles!" She cackled, bringing the sword to her front and across her body, the blade gleaming crimson from the blood of her victims. She launched herself at the nearest two shadows and swiped at them furiously, their limbs getting hacked off in seconds before she moved on to the others, drinking blood as she went. But something didn't feel right to her.

The way the blood tasted, it was wrong. The more she drank, the more it seemed that the world was slowing down. Her movements began to slow drastically and she couldn't smell nearly as well as she could normally. It was as if she were in a fog and all of her senses were being clogged by it. She felt the sword become heavy to her hands and she tried to ignore it, but the sluggishness was quickly claiming everything in her and her movements were steadily becoming more exhausting to complete.

She killed the last shadow in her living room and turned towards her bedroom to fight anymore when she clutched at her heart and coughed up blood, the smell sickly sweet in her nose. A loud whistle filled her senses and overwhelmed her ears to a nearly painful degree. She looked to its source and found Melissa standing against the wall with a chain whip in her hands, the links shimmering in the half-light with the gilded golden tip lying on the ground in a puddle of clear liquid.

"You think... you think you could whistle any louder?" She whispered in pain, her vision fading in and out of a crimson haze tinged with black. The teen laughed quietly and snapped the whip so that it wrapped around her throat, the gilded tip slapping her in the face and burning it consistently. She dropped to her knees with another cough and tried to bring her sword up to slice through the links, but she couldn't find the strength to do much else but scrabble at the chain before dropping to her hands, the picture of servantile behavior.

"Oh, you're bowing to me now, blood-sucker? That's a new one." She snorted, tightening the whip around her neck with a slight tug. She coughed up more blood and felt herself fading fast. The acrid smell of her own burning flesh made her dizzy and the pain in her heart wasn't helping things. Melissa walked over to her and knelt next to her head, grabbing a handful of her hair and forcing her to look up at her. "You know... I bet you had a mate before and he left you, didn't he?"

Yunalesca stiffened and whimpered defiantly before trying to lash out at her, but fell flat onto her stomach with a groan. Melissa snickered. "Ooh, that got a rise out of you?" She started before grabbing her hair and forcing her to look up at her again. "Well, no matter. Where you're going, you won't be needing anyone."

"G-go to H-hell." She stammered. She laughed harshly and pulled her head up a little bit higher before slamming it down onto the floor hard, causing her to black out thankfully, her body going limp with the accumulated pain. Melissa noticed this and patted her head insultingly before standing and pulling the whip like a lead, lifting her head along with it. She felt the amulet around her neck pulsing gently and knew that her master had been watching the entire thing, even if she had been unconscious for the majority of the ordeal.

"Great... I'm definitely going to hear about it when I get back." She muttered darkly to herself before walking off to find Adam, Yunalesca getting dragged along by her neck. He was nursing his stub of a hand with a scowl on his face when he saw her dragging her in behind her, the wolf glaring at his sister-in-arms heatedly.

"Please tell me the smell on you isn't blood?" He asked, knowing full well that it was the blood of their more suicidal brothers and sisters. She smirked and saw him without a hand.

"Aww, did the mean ol' vampire take your hand off?" She asked. He snarled pitifully and looked at his hand still twitching on the ground. She sighed and dropped the whip before walking over to him and picking the hand up. She took what looked like a pen out of her pocket and reattached his hand to the wound before drawing it around his wrist, securing the hand there with a strong healing charm so the warlocks at the headquarters could fix it properly.

"Thanks." He muttered, moving it around slightly so that the nerve endings would connect properly on the way. She leaned closer and gave him a friendly punch to the cheek.

"Your welcome. And try not to let that happen again. I'm not sure the pen'll work for many more reattachments, Adam." She joked before looking back at the unconscious vixen at the end of her whip.

"We should really get her back to the base, huh?" Adam said with an idle glance in her direction.

"Yeah... I guess so. You should put that hand to work and carry her there." Melissa said before taking out a different pen and scribbling a few runes onto the wall before drawing a circle that was roughly Adam's size. The runes glowed with the color of the sky for a few seconds before the circle glowed the same way and became a portal to the containment chamber of their headquarters. "Come on, then, Adam. You owe me breakfast anyway."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Mel. I'm going to sleep when we get there and then, you'll get breakfast, if I'm in the mood to cook." He said before shouldering Yunalesca and stomping through the portal with the whip trailing him like a long, metal tail. She rolled her eyes and followed him.

"Yeah well, I don't care if you're in the mood or not, you're still doing it."