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Cel stood there, completely confused and scared. "Are you alright?" she asked bending down, "let me guess, that guy was a slayer right?"

She didn't wait for an answer as she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wrapped it where he had shot her. "you really need to get that checked out," she said as a matter of factly.

Faith walkeddown the street, her long black scarf trailing in the air behind her. Her eyes glanced apon a couple of people, them fighting.She saw vampires. The shadows hid her in the darkness, as she walked up towards the different "People". It was different now. She hadn't got a rush yet.

She jumped on a building roof and got out her whip, now pulling her scarf over her mouth and nose.She tied a knife to the whipand spun it round in a circle for a little while, now putting it back in her belt pocket. She paced around the empty roof, before jumping back down into a dark, dusty alleyway.

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The smell caught her attention - her full attention. It was blood that made her see the best. Sight took a step out into the street, the hood of her leather trenchcoat pulled over her head and shielding her from the sun.

"Hmm. Hunter." She managed to make herself sound warped, slowly walking towards the man but keeping attention - making sure if he were to aim the gun at her, she would flee immediately. "I suggest you leave my brethern be. I may not know her but I will be damned if she is to be pushed around like..." Hatred tinged her voice. "...a human would."

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(Uhm Kilana, I suggest you read other posts and take ntoe of the situation before posting. I didnt shoot her. She is behidn a motorcyle at gun point ina high risk situation, you cant just run in on that. Your post will be ignored)

Ezekiel found himself in the tightest situation he could ever possibly hope for. Three vampires were around him now, the most dangeorus one in his mind being the second he noticed- the one he never really acknowledged. They must be stalking him for now, if they hadnt have made a move. The third was speaking to him, but the words didnt quite make it into his brain as he was diagnosing the situation. Easing away from the vampire advicing him to leave, Ezekiel spoke towards the vampire behind the cycle.

"Wrong. Maybe I just want you to live for a few more nights, Knowing that each night I'll be out here with you, two steps ahead of you're nasty race."

Aim.. Aim.. click- BANG. Ezekiel made it obvious to the vampire behind the cycle his next move- he wanted her to live. He was going to play with these vampires like they played with their pray. A bullet unlaoded from the barrel of the gun, ripping into the tank of the cycle causing a moderate explosion as the shelling sparked into the gasoline. Nodding farewell to Sight, Ezekiel broke off into full sprint towards a alleyway. Although hobbling, suit pants soaked with blood, Ezekiel was swift and fast for someone of his age.

He sprinted for atleast a mile, winding in and out of alley ways. Pulling into a enclosement between two buildings, Ezekiel threw miself onto of a dumpster, leaping up to catch the steel railing of a fire excape and pulled himself onto the metal surface. A few feet from the ground, he layed on his back against the cold metal floor of the fire excape. Taking no time to catch his breath, the exhausted slayer wasted no time in examining his wound. It wasnt that deep, no need for stitches atleast. "I need to get rid of the smell." He choked to himself, removing his suit pants wich were stained with blood.

He tied the pants over and over again in a knot untill the pants were tight as a baseball. Aarching his arm back, whipped foreward and threw the bloodstained trousers as far as he could. "That should throw off any blood thirsty fang-faces for now." He murmurred, Opening a vial of holy water and dousing the open wound with it. He repeated this three times, three different vials of holy water over the cut, fingers busy at scrubbing the cut clean as he could. The water blurred the vampires scent at a amazing rate, and masked whatever trace of blood was still left on his leg. After bandaging up the wound with a cloth wrap from the tiny kit he wore, the slayer wasted no time in finding a clothing line suiting a pair of black trousers that fit him. All of this took him around ten minutes.

After getting himself situated, the dark figure stayed crouched against the metal bar's of the fire excape, listening to the whistles of police cars go by, eyes scanning the roofs of buildings for any vampiric 'company'. Removing his cellphone, the Ezekiel dialed Ren's phone, waiting to the dial tone untill she answerd. Speaking in a hushed voice in case any vampire had tailed him, he made his conversation short and sweet. "Hey, it's Ez. Get inside, NOW. The street's arent safe. No time for questions, just get in you're apartment."

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Reni hadn't heard anything of what had been happening by the time she had moved about a block away. Her ear buds were inserted into her ears with some music playing. She usually did such when she was walking home from the diner. It gave her time to calm down before actually reaching her apartment which was located about seven city blocks away from the diner. The crowds of the streets were there in the night, but as she moved off away from where the busy sections of New York City was and into the more residential area, she felt her phone begin to vibrate in her pocket.

Pulling off to the side of the sidewalk, she popped an ear bud out and placed it to her ear. "Hello?" Reni asked, leaning against a building. "Ez? Hey-" Her voice was cut off as he went and told her to get inside her apartment. She was still about four or five blocks away. Blinking, she allowed her eyes to scan around the streets. It wasn't safe, he said. "Right. Be careful. Let me know when you're safe." The phone conversation ended there, and Reni took off down the sidewalk to get to her apartment.

The last thing she needed was for someone tied with Ez in some battle to find her because she was somehow connected with him.

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Sight smirked when she heard the bullet whiz by and hit into the motorcycle's tank, exploding it. It was at that moment she only stepped backwards into the confinements of her shadows. She watched with her mind where he was running off to and before she could pursue him, he already cut off his scent with holy water.

"I will be sure to find you again, Hunter." Cryptic chuckle, fading away into the shadows to a different part of the city where the teenage vampire can roam. "Trust me, soon."

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Faith saw a guy jump into a dumpster, smelt blood, then it went. She sneaked behind the dumpster, watching him. Her scarf flowed out into the wind, now the man could be able to see it. Her eyes widened then she quickly pulled it further in, then stood up quietly, hoping he wouldn't see or hear her.

She slowly reached in her belt, watching the mans every move. The minute he saw her, she was going to kill him. Or atleast, try. She got the whip out, examining it, before wrapping the rope part around her knuckles.

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She stands on a rooftop, not far from where the motorbike exploded... she doesn't enjoy this one bit.. the loud sound of the explosion had damaged her sensitive ears. She whistles a low pitched note, perceptible to only the oldest of vampires, and kicks off the roof, heading in the direction of the motorcycle.

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Ezekiel clicked his phone off, putting it back into the pocket of his trenchcoat. Slowly reaching into the inner pocket, he gripped around the base of the pistol. "Your a low level, why dont you just save yourself a nasty fight and spare your life to be taken another day." Ezekiel grunted, rather exhausted from the fight that had drained him earlier. His age was truly showing itself.

Removing the pistol, he placed it on it's side on the cold floor of the fire excape. "Im unarmed, Im not a threat." He soothed her, continuing to remained crouched and leaning against the metal bars of the fire excape.

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Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
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Jade felt the bike smash into her, knocking her back, feeling the warmth of fire, luckily she was shielded from most of the flames by the bike. "Dammit..." she hissed, stumbling slightly back to her feet. Finally, her vision was returning, and she quickly bolted across the street, picking up her sai, and then vanished into a nearby alley.

She knew she'd have to feed tonight, as she was already weak, and needed the blood to heal. First thing was first, though, she'd have to wait for her sight to fully return.