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Her eyes scanning the letter, within a minute or so she was done with. She really didn't want to have anything to do with 'them'. She never chose to be one of 'them', because of 'them' she lost her home and her parents and was forced to live by herself. 'Now this snob wants me to report to him, what does he think he his... seriously... I have better things to do than get myself into more trouble caused by these monsters.' she'd always call them monsters, she herself never tasted the blood of a human - 'and as god is my witness I will never be one of them doing so'...

Her mood had dropped, being remembered of home was never a good thing but remembered by a Vampire... that made her blood boil. Throwing the letter onto the table she clenched her fists. She hated them, the only thing she hated in this world - Vampires... yes, she in that sense hated herself. Fighting back the tears, the soothing face of the lady kicked her out of her thoughts. "Here you go my darling." first came the coffee, than the salad - after that a lovely delicious orange juice.

When she was done, she let out a loud sigh..."Oh god I am full, that was wonderful" grinning at the lady who was standing by the counter now. Than picking up the letter... 'I'll go there after my induction today.' cramming the letter back into her handbag, she paid the lady with a generous tip before exiting the café. The sun was shining down onto her... 'god damn headache...here I come' she thought sarcastically before checking the time.

8.45 am... 'looks like I got 30 minutes... I'll walk there instead of taking the subway.' Strolling down the streets she could feel peoples gazes, staring at her - and she knew why it was... 'yea, yea... different colored eyes... jesus christ... get over it people' she thought. 'There are far more peculiar things out there than me' she huffed to herself. Around 9.10 am she had made to the auditorium hall, the induction took around 30 minutes and after that people had the day free to get themselves accustomed to the place etc. Show classes were held and timetables were hung out for those who needed them. Grabbing one of them, she couldn't help but feel excited - though a little anxious - she didn't know a soul here...

"Okay - and now to get this stupid meeting out of the way"...standing in front of the school, she called for a cab - good thing that the Uni was in mid town and cabs were passing them by the minute. Getting into one - the cab driver asked her where to go... "7218 E. Blackwell Rd" the man nodded, with everything in her past she didn't know what kind of Vampires they were - heck she tried to isolate herself from them. This was something she didn't want to do, but she wanted to live here in peace and if she had to just "meet up" with them once it wouldn't kill her.

"Ma'am we're here" the guy said, "this'll be 14.99$ then." Paying the man she got out of the cab, nervous and sick to her stomach - 'I hope this goes well.' she thought. Heavily guarded and with security at the bottom level, she picked out the letter from her bag, showing the man in front of her. Talking to someone through his ear piece, he shortly nodded then finally let her pass...

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She heard her cellphone go off out of the blue. Actually she didn't hear her phone but the noise of the vibration scared her cat. "...gee, I wonder who it could be." She thought sarcastically. She walked up to her bed and picked up the phone to answer it. "Good evening, this is Helena speaking." She said rather robotically. "may I ask who is this calling?"

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~Demon~
The guard let her through into the dilapitated looking parking garage, telling her to take the elevator down to the 15th Basement floor, and not to set foot on any other floor. When she arrived on the floor in question, she saw that the room the elevator entered into what was structred to look like a modern. regular waiting room. There was a short 30somethingish man sitting at a desk, typing on a computer. The name plate on his desk said Edward Vander.

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Murphy's Law: If anything can go wrong, It will go wrong.
Silberman's Paradox: If Murphy's Law can go wrong, It will.
Horngren's Observation: Among economists, the real world is often a special case.
Truman's Law: If you can't convince them, confuse them.
Rule: Every solution breeds new problems.
Rule: It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious.
Murphy's golden rule: whoever has the gold makes the rules.
Observation: No matter where you go, there you are.

Hesitantly she got out of the elevator, her foot steps echoed in the clean cut looking waiting room. A man sitting behind a desk, typing away on a computer... walking up to him a little closer, she swore her heart beat itself had risen to 180 per second. Nervous she made herself speak... "Good afternoon, I am here upon invitation" she put the letter onto the desk and pushed it towards the man. "The name is Serra A. Cruz."

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She was greeted by a voice that was obviously run through a voice scrambler, so it sounded rather robotic and adrogynous to the extreme.
"Hello Miss Douglass. I am calling on behalf of Jack Kholan. It has come to out attention that your father's company has been expirimenting upon vampires. We would like you to inform him that such research has been outlawed by the United States Government, in its most recent set of regulations regarding the supernatural world, the Arcadian Conventions. If he insists on continuing this line of work, we will have no choice but to call Section Four down upon him. He has 24 hours to terminate this expirimentation, and release his test subjects into our Custody, or we will inform Section Four. Have a nice day." The caller hung up.

She recognized the name Kholan- her father ranted about him often, because Jack Kholan's investment firm often helped companies outbid her father's for important contracts. Though she'd had no idea he knew anything about vampires. She didn't think that her father kew what these 'Arcadian Conventions' were.

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To Error is Human, but to really foul something up requires a computer.

Murphy's Law: If anything can go wrong, It will go wrong.
Silberman's Paradox: If Murphy's Law can go wrong, It will.
Horngren's Observation: Among economists, the real world is often a special case.
Truman's Law: If you can't convince them, confuse them.
Rule: Every solution breeds new problems.
Rule: It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious.
Murphy's golden rule: whoever has the gold makes the rules.
Observation: No matter where you go, there you are.

~Demon~
Vander looked up. "Excellent. Before I let you through, I will have to ask that you check any and all weapons you may be carrying."

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To Error is Human, but to really foul something up requires a computer.

Murphy's Law: If anything can go wrong, It will go wrong.
Silberman's Paradox: If Murphy's Law can go wrong, It will.
Horngren's Observation: Among economists, the real world is often a special case.
Truman's Law: If you can't convince them, confuse them.
Rule: Every solution breeds new problems.
Rule: It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious.
Murphy's golden rule: whoever has the gold makes the rules.
Observation: No matter where you go, there you are.

Looking at the man a little surprised, she didn't think it was allowed to carry such things around. "I do not carry such things with me - simply I don't see the need to." she said in calm tone now. She had relaxed a little bit, no one would want to harm her, she hadn't done anything to deserve anything terrible now...or did she?

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(Sorry if it's long. I just got into it alittle more than I thought I was, my other posts won't be as long at all.)

Darkness, its engraining image piercing through God's will of life and love. Indianapolis in the dark, especially in the slums, isn't the greatest place to be for anyone not acquainted with the gangs or various, empowered people. Buildings five stories high, full with families all sleeping. Escape ladders everywhere, dumpsters littering alleys, and the homeless huddled around blankets in their box. The place has a deathly silence during the night and is equally as eerie to walk through alone at night. The gangsters know they won't get any money on a night like tonight, when people are afraid to drive on the streets. So they are all asleep with their families too, leaving almost all the streets and back alleys empty without noise.

That was... Until now.

Four figures were running through the back alleys, one ahead of the others. When there was light shining on him, his skin was darkly tanned, and he was wearing raggedy cloths resembling the bums and homeless people he was running by. His hair was black, he was of short stature but very muscular, and his eyes were a sea green; and in the flickering between light and darkness, his face was menacing. The three behind him, all men too, feverishly trying to catch up with his pace. They were running on adrenaline now, not physical ability. They were identically matched, all wearing the same clothing. A black, long leather trench coat that came down to their ankles and on their right shoulder, an identical emblem reading LM in exuberant white letters on a crimson red background. Underneath their trench coats were a variety of weapons, depending on what type of person they were, and a special cell phone. Khaki pants along with a collared, white shirt were worn also. Their feet were encased in black boots; and those boots clattered with furry on the cement pavement, sometimes causing quakes in puddles of yesterday's rain.

The three men were closing in on their prey, but quickly the tides were turned. The short man jumped into the air, catching an end of a escape ladder before swinging himself onto it. He quickly was fleeing up the stairs. Ranji quickly spoke, his voice becoming that of a high ranking authority.

"Alright guys. I'll go up the ladder. Drikson, you go up the stairs of the building through the front door. Lidds you're coming with me."

"Yes, sir." Immediately, a short 4'11 man was running down the alley, turning left out of sight of the other too. Presumably to follow his orders and go into the building that way the beast didn't try to run back into the streets using the indoor steps. Ranji took out a pistol, aimed high for a good spot, and then fired. Quickly he put the weapon back into its holster placed below his left armpit. The silencer on the pistol kept everything silent except for the ladder falling down a few more feet for a more leisurely travel. He barely jumped to get his hands fixed on the ladder before pulling himself up and climbing before reaching stairs. At that point, he was running, the footsteps of Lidds following closely behind.

When he reached the top, the crazed man was trapped. The surrounding buildings were to far to jump too, there was only one ladder, and one way back down since Drikson was coming up the stairs. The man only had one choice, jump down five stories.

"Stop right there Mr. Rederick Vlonski." Ranji said the words smoothly, and Lidds filed out from behind him with a pistol aimed at the Rederick's chest.

A heavily accented German voice responded. "What do you want?"

"Give yourself up, you've hurt a lot of people in your wereleopard form; and your far too dangerous to yourself to be left alone by The Legion of Michael."

Rederick jumped back in fear, only to be startled further by Drikson kicking down the door opening the building to the outside air. Drikson had two, twin switchblades in his hands. He was barring off the entrance with his body; and his fear was transitioned into hate.
"Nowhere to run beast," Drikson immediately said as Rederick turned to see him.

“I’ll ask you again. Giving yourself up is your only choice." Ranji said shoving Drikson's remark out of the equation.

Rederick smiled."Sorry, no way. I don’t give up without a fight"

Immediately he ran at Ranji. In fear, Lidds shot off some bullets, all but one hit the man as he transformed into a leopard. From his jacket, Ranji pulled out a small crossbow. It was already loaded, and as the wereleopard pounced at him. Ranji dropped to the floor, and quickly shot off the crossbow bolt. It hit the beast through the chest! It flew to the side motionless. Ranji stood up, pulling the crossbow back into his coat and looking at a scratch on his hand from dropping to evade Rederick. In a moment, the leopard transformed back into a human form, the crossbow bolt in a location above the heart.

"We got him. See Lidds, your first day on the job, and you haven't got a scratch. Drikson, burn the body, take the silver bolt when you're done. No traces, remember that. Meet us at the car when you're done."

From there, Lidds and Ranji left, walking down the stair case of the five story building ironically named "Town-House Homes." They made it to their car a quarter mile away, and Ranji put his cell phone in a cup holder as he sat into the driver's seat. Drikson appeared a few minutes later and the three were off in The Legion of Michael privately owned, black Benz.

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~Demon~
She was told to go through a door and all the way down the hall to the black oak door at the end of it
She entered, and encountered a small office- the walls entirely covered by bookshelves, except for two small areas, that held a dartboard. What was interesting was that the dartboard was also a picture of Thomas Jefferson. She recognized the image from various places she'd seen it in this country. The other small area held two pistols that had be at least 200 years old, sealed in a glass case mounted on the wall. In the center of the room was a desk, an electric lamp, a picture frame, and a laptop the only things on it. The man sitting at the desk looked to be about fifty, give or take a few years, but she could sense his true age- over 200 years of life as a vampire. He wore an Armani business suit.
He looked up when she entered, and stood, holding it his hand.
"Ah, Miss Cruz. I admit, I didn't expect you come quite this soon. Have a seat."

~Quality~
The car continued on its way when she got a call on her Legion-issued phone. It was Patrick Foley, the Centurion for Indianapolis.

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To Error is Human, but to really foul something up requires a computer.

Murphy's Law: If anything can go wrong, It will go wrong.
Silberman's Paradox: If Murphy's Law can go wrong, It will.
Horngren's Observation: Among economists, the real world is often a special case.
Truman's Law: If you can't convince them, confuse them.
Rule: Every solution breeds new problems.
Rule: It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious.
Murphy's golden rule: whoever has the gold makes the rules.
Observation: No matter where you go, there you are.

"Huh? Wait what are you talking about?" She responded but the caller hung up. "I don't even know the details myself about the vampires but...experimenting? I could care less about the old man, Im suprised he hasn't been murdered yet myself." She thought with disdain. "Come on now, this has nothing to do with me!" She began to yell a bit. One of her maids ran into her room hearing her yell. "Miss Helena, are you ok!?" The maid spoke. "Yes, sorry for disturbing you, i just need some air from outside so I will take my leave now." She responded. The maid bowed her head and left the room.

"Cairo, watch Naomi for me, i'll be back in a bit." She called to her dog who even he was tilting his head in confusion. As Helena walked outside she began to lose herself in thought. "What in the world is this convention or...whatever it was. Sounds like some underground organization....it does not concern me." She thought as she began to walk down the street to walk in the park.

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