Marriage of Nature and Undeath [Huntress and DSM]

[Darkshadowmark]

Name: Matthew A. Harper. Likes to be addressed as Harper.
Age: 197 years old.
Looks n' Stuff:

He wears a black trench coat for the most part, a floral pattern on the shoulders. He wears a dark gray sweater underneath and dark gray khakis and black dress shoes. He wears a single bit of Jewelry, a Stainless steel tribal dog tag Cross. It's always visible. Because it's not actually a cross, it doesn't hurt him.

Also with him most of the time, is his Longsword, which he has mastered using as his edict and reputation requires. For the purposes of dealing with particularly stubborn targets, he has his trusty Smith and Wesson .454 Casull "Holy Hellsing" version. Dipped in holy water and blessed by the pope. Weapon such as it was supposedly supposed to hurt any vampire that look upon it, but obviously not since most that saw it didn't see anything ever again.

Ignore the silver hair.

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Harper Mansion - Seventeen miles outside Edinburgh, Scotland.

Fifty of them were gathered up in the main hall. Bags over each of their heads, some of them screaming and others silently whimpering to themselves. Behind them, armored guards wielding sub machine guns kept the prisoners in check. The mansion itself was posh to say the least, the Entryway being very large. The carpet underneath them was a bloody velvet red. The doors to the dining room were shut. On either side of the entryway were large velvet red staircase leading up to a balcony overlooking the entryway. The doors up top, leading to other bedrooms and the second dining room were closed.

In the other room, they spoke with each other, creatures of the darkness. Blood thirsty bastards...Vampires...

"Oh, Harper, this was simply a BRILLIANT idea! Nothing gets me off faster like mindless bloodshed!"

The seven or so vampire lords, with guards at every entrance, were gathered in the second dining room, drinking fresh blood taken from fourteen year old virgins, A rare delicacy now a days. It was something the host, Matthew Alexander Harper, enjoyed serving to his guests. Though he had a bit more of a refined taste, choosing to drink the Carbonated Beverage "Chucklehuck Cola" with but a drop of blood. The Chucklehuck brew was a naturally carbonated drink with a chocolaty aftertaste imported from Ireland. As it says on the bottle "We tell it the finest jokes to bring the finest smiles to you, the valued customer". It was a fantastically refreshing drink that was popular among the less bloodthirsty vampire community as it slowed the requirement for blood by a few days.

The woman that spoke to him, Countess Tessa Dracule, of the same fame as her grandfather, Vlad Dracule, She wore a black and red gown with black hair tied up in a bun and a pale white face with pointy features. She was like her grandfather in how she was relentlessly bloodthirsty, often drinking her weight in blood per day. She was a fucking bitch, but having her as a "Friend" drastically increased your chances of increasing your reputation in the community, which unfortunately was everything. She was also the Co-hostess of this little get together, having forwarded both the money and the best observers and trackers to find the best suited yet less known people of the world...she was also the horniest bitch here and half of the other counts and countess' rape their victims...well, except for Isabelle Labdoughs and her vampiric bodyguard and lover Charlie Locket over in the corner. Their love was a little less than rape. They very rarely fed on humans as they fed on either animals or each other. They were actually very good vampires, supporting the plea for vampires to come out of hiding...but they were very...deep with each other...hell, even now, across the room in the corner where they stood, Charlie had her pinned against the wall as he drank deeply of her neck while she was moaning and groaning the entire time. Feeding between Vampiric lovers was a very romantic and sexual act, at first it's exceedingly sexual, but as the feeding goes on and the two swap blood over and over, it turns into an intensely romantic scene. Vampiric couples very rarely dislike each other enough to break apart the relationship, in fact, there has never been a human love that has been as emotionally deep as Vampiric love. Not in recorded history anyways.

Harper snapped out of it as Tessa snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Hello?! Harper?! Isn't it time to start the games?! The F.V.'s aren't getting any less hungry, you know." "Right...right, forgot." He took Tessa's glass from her and held it up, tapping it with his finger to get everybody's attention then gave it back to her. "Alright everybody, lets head to the foyer to assess the potential."

The group of Vampires migrated to the door and flung the door open, heading out into the foyer from the right upstairs door (Left if you looked up from in front of the front door) and they lined the Balcony. The house guards walked passed them and downstairs, each of the eight guards started to remove sacks from their heads, allowing the prisoners to see what may possibly be the last interior of a house that they will ever see. Some screamed when they saw the guards and the counts and countesses above them. Others yelled insults while others still pleaded for their lives. The guards tried to smack them to shut them up but Harper reached into his coat and pulled out his revolver, aiming at the woman who screamed the most, and fired. She quickly went quiet and slumped over, her head missing. The other forty nine prisoners silenced themselves, fear in their eyes.

The line of Vampires went down each set of stairs and started to assess each one of them, grabbing the men and women's jaws and turning them side to side, seeing how fit they were or how weak they were. Harper looked at each one as well, liking what he saw, though he felt a pang of guilt in his dead heart for the women quietly sobbing, begging for life. He didn't like doing this, but if this was how reputation was to be gained easily, then a little pain in the heart wouldn't stake him. A scream from the crowd would snap him out of his guilt, he looked up and located the source of the disturbance. "Oh COME ON Liz! I liked that one!" One of the countess', Elizabeth Tourwald, had lost control of her hunger and bit into the neck of one of the prisoners a little too hard, killing him in the process. Once the disturbance passed, the checking of each potential guard continued on for another fifteen minutes until all the lords and ladies were finished and the prisoners were forced onto their feet and lead to the back entrance while the lords and ladies went to an outside balcony.

Once outside, they spread out and their hands were unbound. There was a large forest surrounding the mansion, it was apparently the playing field. The backyard was walled off by huge 50 foot tall walls of granite. There was a large gate opposite of the mansion which lead out of the forest. And next to it was a large shipping crate...scrapings and snarls could be heard inside. The guards pushed several heavy wooden crates out to where the prisoners were and they were cracked open, revealing food, and melee weapons. Before they had a chance to do anything, the Host spoke through a megaphone.

"Listen up, Potentials. I will make a few things very clear right now. Those stories you heard as a child that told legends of bloodthirsty vampires hiding in the shadows and disguising themselves as the rich and wealthy? They are real. Today, you will participate in a little game in the forests outside of the walls. Inside of that crate is any family members you once had, turned into blood deprived ghouls. You will have ten minutes to gather weaponry and build a strategy. Once that ten minutes are up, the gate will open and you will have one hour to hide in the forest. After that hour is up, the crate will be opened and the hunt will be on. You are all tagged so we will know where you are. Once the three hours are up we will find you and bring you back here to be hand picked by us to be personal bodyguards in exchange for living a while longer. Let me make myself clear, your previous lives are over. Your family is inside that box, any friends you or your family had believe that you and your family left to pursue better lives elsewhere. If you leave the vicinity of the forest, you will explode. Tonight, you will either die or live in servitude of us, which is far better than any life you were living before. Does trading in a life of digging for a life of luxury sound good? If it does, gather your weapons and prepare to survive."

He threw the microphone down and clonked one of the men on the head, knocking him out for a few minutes. "Excellently done Harper, I think they know that their probably all going to die. This will be fun indeed." Harper didn't reply to her. He kept silent as he clenched his hands on the balcony, wanting this little party to be over so he could retire for the morning. His low blood diet had him actually have the Awake-asleep cycle that a normal human had, but reversed, and he couldn't wait to slumber and dream. Dreams were one of the few things he kept from his days as a human...along with his necklace.

The clock was counting for the Potentials now, with nine minutes to go before the gate opened. This might be fun after all.

[Huntress]

Name: Katherine (Kathy or Kat) Dunham
Apparent Age: 28
True Age: 230
Appearance:

(Almost six feet in height and fit)

Extra: Claw marks run up from her left hip and across her stomach. A bite mark adorns her left neck and shoulder.

Everything was a blur, the last vivid memory she had before being blinded by the light within the foreign home was her and Jerry, her new partner. They were on assignment, investigating a potential drug bust. She could remember preparing to infiltrate, a hard blow to the head and she was out. When she came to, the tall blonde was shrouded in darkness, her ears picking up the sound of several other heart beats and quick scared breaths. They were in a truck being taken somewhere. She hoped Jerry was okay. The he was young, new on the force but damn good at what he did. Some of the others were terrified, enough fear coming off them that even a human could tell. She wanted to say something, the emotions making her uncomfortable. She chose not to and sighed instead.

Now, there they were, within some grand, foreign mansions. Sacks being pulled off their faces, eyes adjusting to the sudden change in brightness. Her jaw was tightly clenched as she was studied, like a general choosing his war horse. She held back any low growls, but a snarl still formed on her face. There was one set of eyes that stood out. A man, he didn’t enjoy what happened as much as the others, although he hid it the guilt still gleamed through his eyes. It was he that was studying her while a scream ripped through the house, their eyes meeting for longer than the others. The ones who were filled with nothing but hunger and excitement. When all the sick minds were done studying their animals they forced outside.

The word Vampire echoed through the tall woman’s ears. She had never dealt with them before, but she had heard many stories of what they had done to her kind. Exhaling sharply she gritted her teeth. The blonde looked up at the man who was speaking, it was the same man that held her gaze longer than the others. If he felt such guild for what he did then why would he host, or create such an event like this. Meeting his eyes momentarily she sighed and moved forward. Looking at what was available within the crate she made a face of disappointment. These vampires, as they called themselves really wanted them to die. Providing them with nothing but simple bats, axes and hammers. Shaking her head Katherine, the tall blonde woman picked up a fire axe. Moving to the crate with the supplies, she gathered what she felt was necessary and was the first one to wait at the gate.

The axe was held across her shoulders as she glanced up at the balcony once more. Turning back to the gate she growled lowly. “Disturbed fucks.” She muttered as the doors were opened. A good amount of the other captives were terrified, there few men who thought that this would be fun and exciting, ready to prove themselves. False alpha’s are what Kathy called them. The ones that thought they were the top males but only ended up being the lowest of the low; scummy and cowardly.

Grabbing the axe in a more comfortable way Katherine started off with a light jog, her eyes were beginning to adjust to the dark, densely forested area as she thought of what would be the best strategy. Hiding would be good but in a place like this finding a good spot would be difficult. She could climb a tree, but if she was up against vampires that wouldn’t do any good. Grunting she chose to stick to the ground, unless something appeared that could be of use. Finding herself deep within the forest with no one around for a good five minutes she debated on changing, there was only half an hour left until the ghoul’s were released. If she were to change the creatures wouldn’t stand a chance.

Looking around she gritted her teeth, hiding within a small thicket she began to undress. Willing the change it begun and was over with time to spare. Memorizing where her clothes were she stayed low to the ground, the large thick figure being difficult to keep hidden but she was trying. The fact that her fur was a similar colour to her hair didn’t help her in keeping hidden. The moonlight could easily reveal her golden fur if she stepped within it’s luminesce.

Searching the area she tried to find a spot in which it would be easier for her to hide. Stepping amongst some tall trees a scream ripped through her ears as she growled and looked down at the woman who was cowering away, a machete in her hands, pointed towards Katherine. She snorted in annoyance and looked down at the woman, her heart was beating extremely fast as she couldn’t find herself making contact with the wolf’s eyes. Her ears picked up quick, nearly silent footsteps. Moving closer to the woman, Katherine covered the scared female’s body. A sharp pain stabbing through her abdomen. She whimpered and looked down at her, a low growl escaping her. Katherine understood that she wasn’t the most comforting thing to see, but if she wanted the woman dead, she would’ve killed her already.

Pulling the machete out of her stomach she grunted and gave it back to the woman who in turn screamed in fear. Taking a large hand-paw the monster covered the woman’s face as her head shot up, the footsteps approached faster, becoming louder and more evident. Looking in the direction of the sound A low growl began to rumble in her throat. Letting go of the red head she leapt at the oncoming creature and pinned it to the ground. Tearing it’s head off she snarled and began slicing at it’s chest. The ghoul quickly perished as Katherine devoured it’s entirety. She could feel her body adapting slowly. Hearing a squeak and hurried footsteps she looked over her shoulder to see the curly red headed woman running away. Licking her muzzle she snorted and watched her run. She was in all honesty, just trying to help the woman survive.

For most of the night Katherine tried to stay hidden, if she managed to catch someone in danger she would help them. If they were already dead, she couldn’t really do anything. At one point she had been attacked by a swarm of ghouls, bit marks and deep gashes adorned her body. She couldn’t kill all of them but she managed to destroy a good amount while the others were injured to the point of retreat. Most of her fur was matted and dyed a deep crimson red for the moment. From her injuries and from the damage she had caused. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed but to be safe she returned to her spot, her clothes were there but her weapon and supplies had been taking Exhaling sharply she looked around and growled slightly, the reversal process beginning.

With her body slightly weaker she stood up from her crouched position. In the distance she could see lights, heavy footfalls coming from combat boots. Quickly dressing she was adjusting her shirt when the guards approached her.

“Katherine Dunham?” The guard had a deep voice as she nodded in response. “Congratulations.” He smiled revealing slightly pointed fangs. “You’ve survived, come with us.”

Swallowing hard the blood and dirt covered woman followed the guards, her wounds mostly healed, a little more of the process was left till all the evidence was gone. Stepping out the way she had come in, she winced at the bright lights, her eyes attempting to quickly adjust. Looking around she saw about five more people still alive. Two women and three men. It was her self and the curly red head. One of the males had been one of the Alpha wannabe’s he didn’t look as excited anymore, it looked like her had been destroyed on the inside. The other two were men she hadn’t really paid attention to. Clenching her jaw she swallowed hard and looked at the red head once again, she was on the brink of tears, their eyes momentarily meeting.

Another bright light was shone upon them, like a spotlight, nearly blinding them. Unable to see passed it Katherine had to rely strictly on her hearing. She could hear some of the sick minds speaking to each other, as the one prepared to speak to them. The one that felt guilty. The one that had just let forty-three men and women die. People who had families and lives. People that were settled and happy. Turning her head to the side she closed her eyes, the light becoming too much for her to handle. She just wanted whatever was next to be over with.

[Darkshadowmark]

"Well wasn't THAT fun?! Come Harper, dear. You and I have first pick!"
With a heavy sigh, Harper, and the other counts and countess', went back inside and came out the same doors that the winners of the game originally came out of. The seven counts lined up in front of the prisoners. Harper had two more bottles of the Chucklehuck cola, though they didn't have a drop of blood in them. The young countess Tessa went first, coming up to Katherine and looked her over, placing her hand on her neck and looking into her eyes. "Mmm, this one's feisty, she's a fighter to say the least...but..." She took her hand off of Katherine's neck and put it on Kathy's crotch, shoving her fingers into her undercarriage, but the girl remained stoic, ignoring Tessa's perverted violation. "Ugh, no real reaction...boring. Let another person have at you." She moved on from Kathy, doing the same procedure to each of the winners and enjoying their reactions when she violated them. She eventually chose the fake alpha male for herself and went back inside to ensure that her bodyguard was...up to the challenge. Every vampire there knew that Tessa would bang the man blind.

Harper was next, coming up to the men first. He held the two bottles in one hand, the other stroking his beard. The two men that were left were brothers that survived simply by sticking near each other. Splitting them apart would weaken them as guards. Let one of the other counts and countess' be assholes. He moved on to the red head, who was terrified out of her mind. She didn't and couldn't be a decent guard, first time she saw an attacker, she'd freak out and start yelling about vampires raping her or something. He passed her by and came to the last girl. She was tall and fit, blonde, only a little dirty. She smelled of death though, saying she killed quite a few vampires. She was angry instead of afraid. Tessa was right, she was feisty. She was the last one and the most qualified looking so, why not? She'd probably try to stake him in the back at one point, but he'd be surprised if she didn't try. He nodded and took one of the colas and handed it to her and jerked his head, motioning towards the mansion. "Come, your with me, girl." He lead the way towards the Mansion and went inside with Katherine in tow. They went into a separate room downstairs that was for guests. He had her sit down at a small table close to a canopy bed. The room was relatively high class for a guest room. Two dressers, a cabinet, a personal bathroom. Very nice.

He handed her a bottle opener after opening his own drink. "Alright, first, now that we're away from the assholes and that bitch Tessa, don't hold a grudge against me for this, it wasn't my idea...mostly. I wanted to do it like a, ya know, normal person, and make an announcement, make some actual games like that stupid T.V. Show...um..." He held up his hand, snapping his fingers a few times before snapping them once and pointing at her. "Wipe out, thats it. Stupid little games where everybody has fun and the winners are offered a position that they could refuse if they want. But no, Tessa wanted it to be her kind of fun, forcing fifty people stolen from their lives, to run and hide while their ghoulified family members-which I had no part in by the way-chase after them and they are forced into, well you know already. You think I could tell Tessa to fuck off?! No!"

He was more or less just ranting to her now, he put his feet up onto the table and leaned back, taking a drink of his beverage before continuing. "You see, our society is quite a bit different than your human society...sorta. It all depends on reputation. The better known you are, the better you live. Well, unlive I guess. And Tessa is top of the food chain as she is the grand daughter of Count Vlad "The Impaler" Dracule. Also known as, in your society, as Dracula. Who is still around by the way, and guess who his favorite child is? Tessa Dracule. Piss her off, granddaddy Dracule rips out your heart and presents it to her on a diamond platter! So I'm apologizing now for pulling you and those people into this, I didn't want to hurt anybody, and I wish I could just say "Surprise! Those blood thirsty bastards that tried to kill you weren't actually your family members and were just going to tickle you and you can go home and laugh it off!" But I can't, and I'm not going to sugar coat it either: Your stuck with me, unless you just want to take my gun and blow your own brains out now. If you want to hold a grudge against somebody, hold it against Tessa and take your anger out on one of the guards and get over it. Attack her, and she'll either kill you on the spot or rape you until you can't feel your skin anymore then she'll drink your blood until your dry. HOWEVER, if you decide to be patient, you'll probably see her get staked in a year or so, and you may be the one to do it! Hah hah-oh shit!" As he laughed at the possible thought of Tessa getting staked to death, he leaned a bit too far back and fell back, keeping his soda from spilling onto the carpet. He just sat there for a moment and laughed before getting up and fixing the chair.

Biting his upper lip, trying to retain the least bit of dignity he had left, he placed his drink on the table and spoke again. "Listen, long long long story coming to a close, I chose you to be my personal bodyguard. You'll come with me to movie premieres, get togethers, and the occasional party. Most of the time, you'll be known as my bodyguard, other times, my date. I hope you'll take advantage of the situation and enjoy it. And shit, I've said all this and haven't even told you my name, I apologize, really. It's been a long night and the morning is coming soon and frankly, I'm tired." He stood and came around the table, taking her hand and kissing it. He backed up and bowed, speaking in a faux English accent and lowering his voice's pitch. "I am the "ESTEEMED" Count Matthew Alexander Harper, at your service, it truly is a pleasure. What, pray thee, is your name, Madam?"

[Huntress]

When Katherine was violated she held back a threatening growl, a snarl still appearing on her face as she glared to the woman opposite her. After being ‘picked’ she followed the man with the goatee inside. He started to go off which only caused her to grit her teeth harder. She just wanted to tear him apart, but held back the urge seeing that it probably wasn’t the best idea. Being in a house full of vampires wasn’t something she wanted to deal with. Besides, she would much rather tear apart the disgusting black haired bitch first. Which she had been warned not to do, she would eventually. Katherine continued to remain silent as he went on, the drink she was offered just sitting on one of the night stands.

She shot him a glare as he kissed her hand. What was this guy? Clenching her jaw tightly she held back any urge to growl or snarl or even just say something stupid to the man. “You put us in a death match and you didn’t even know our names?” She asked, the anger evident in her voice. “I’m sure you had time to check any ID we could’ve had.” Pulling her arm back she stood up and looked at him with a low growl and a glare. “Screw this I’m out of here.” Pulling open the door she stepped out and checked the halls. Not knowing which way was best she went up. As she walked a guard came up to her and tried to stop her. Grabbing his arm Katherine twisted it and tightened her grip as bones shattered, his face was met by a full force, jaw shattering punch which sent him flying. Destroying a large pot and a painting that was hanging on the wall.

Turning around to continue she saw three guards coming down the hall. Gritting her teeth she faced the opposite way as she picked up the pace. She didn’t want to fight the men, whether they were vampires or not. She grunted in annoyance. Turning another Corner she was met by the curly black haired vampire bitch. The woman’s hair was down, compared to the neat bun it had been put in earlier, she wore sleazy nightwear and hissed at the blonde, fangs bared. Kathy stopped where she was and glared at the woman. The guards eventually catching up. Weapons were aimed at the blonde as Tessa, the dark haired vampire approached. Swallowing hard the tall blonde waited to see what would happen.

The vampire cracked a fang bearing smile, as her sharpened canine’s slowly retracted. Coming face to face with the werewolf. Katherine’s back thudded against the wall as she was shoved. Tessa got closer to her face. As Katherine looked down at the woman she snarled. “Touch me and I will rip you apart.” Kathy muttered, knowing very well that the vampire would be able to hear her. The woman just laughed and got closer.

“You should watch your words when you don’t know who you're talking to.” One of her hands caressed the curves and contours of Katherine’s body. The other moving up her neck, her thumb caressing the blonde’s currently flexed jawline. The exploring hand slowly made it’s way down, momentarily hovering over and feeling the scars that ran from her left hip across her well toned stomach. The other hand moved around to the back of her head and glided down the back of her neck, goosebumps forming allover her skin. Tessa chuckled with a smirk. Her left hand digging into Kathy’s back, drawing blood as the blonde ignored the pain. The vampire’s right hand was tightly gripping her hip. She could feel the other woman’s breath on her neck. Kathy’s hands tightened into fists as she clenched her jaw tightly, nostrils flaring.

Tessa brought her bloody hand to her face, ready to take a taste of Katherine’s blood. Grabbing her arm she tightened her grip, the last thing she needed was the vampire’s tasting her blood, just another thing that would give her away to them. If they could understand the taste. Kicking Tessa square in the chest, she sent her flying back. The guards moved in on Kathy and started assaulting her. Beating her with the butts of their guns. She fought back, gave a good fight but more guards kept showing up. Eventually she was forced to the ground, bruised and bloody, something that would quickly pass. She was on hands and knees, one of the guards stomping on her back, forcing her to drop flat against the ground. Her vision was hazy. She thought about how she could have probably fought most of them off, but she didn’t want the vampires knowing what she was. If they found out she was a werewolf, they would find out that they still existed, that was something she didn’t want to bring upon the other few of her kind. She could see all the feet of the guards, through them she could see Tessa making her way towards the swarm of guards, footsteps from down the hall signaling someone else’s approach, rounding the corner just as she looked in that direction.

[Darkshadowmark]

(Okay, I took the Alucard route and said fuck it XD Took out Jensen entirely and went with two pictures of the same dude, least they look damn close to alike except for the beard. I'm happy with it and I'm sure you are too.)

"That fucking cunt kicked me! Harper, she is to-"
"Shut the fuck up, Tessa. We've already lost one of the new guards, we don't need to lose another. Now get out of here...NOW TESSA."
Nearly ready to kill Harper then and there, but beckoning from other countess' got her to walk away from the scene. Harper came down the hall at a steady, angry, pace to where Kathy was lying on the floor with several guards staring her down with guns and boots on her back. They had handcuffed her as well apparently. He got them to get off of her and help her onto her feet, but keeping the cuffs on. He sighed and shook his head, taking her by the arm and walking her into the foyer and upstairs to the front outside balcony, which overlooked the front of the manor. He held her firm so she couldn't escape before he spoke his piece. He pointed with his free arm towards a large spot of blood around thirty yards in front of the manor. Guard dogs licked up the blood, cleaning it from the damp grass. "See that? Thats the red head that you were standing with ten minutes ago. Just before you ran off and got pinned to the floor, she jumped out a window and ran for it. I wasn't joking when I said that if you left the vicinity of the forest, which the end of the playing field is about thirty yards in front of us where that spot is, you would explode. Underneath your left shoulder blade, stuffed in there by Tessa's little buddies, is a little crystal courtesy of the military. It's an undetectable bomb activated by a certain high pitched noise that can only be picked up by dogs and that crystal. The second you walked that thirty yards away from the building, that little tracking chip in you will activate one of several sets of speakers that will make your heart and chest experience a point blank explosion from two Composition Five charges. if you were patient enough to relax and prove that you can accept your new job, you would have had the crystal and chip removed by now. But since you acted like a spoiled little girl throwing a fit, your going to get treated like one. You get to keep the chip and crystal in you until tomorrow evening."

He took her by the arm again and walked back inside, heading back to her room. He forced her down onto the bed and took off the hand cuffs. He licked his upper lip, trying to keep calm. He spoke with a large amount of sarcasm in his voice, even though each of his words were true. "You'll be guarded by four armed soldiers. Angry ones. And, um, they'll have heartbeat monitors and shotguns. Two will be outside that window there, two outside the door. Piss them off and they'll pin you to the floor again. Kill one, and we'll make you go boom. If you want to hone up on your combat skills, knock on the door and they'll escort you to the basement so you can hone your skills and be ready to be my escort to the movie premiere of Star Trek Into Darkness, which I was invited to and I could bring a friend. Word on the moon light is that a few hunters are planning an attack to wipe everybody out in the theater as they suspect that a few vampires will be there. When you've calmed down, you can come see me and we'll get you a dress and take out your chip for a little while so you can pick and choose what you want. If you are smarter than what you've proven thus far, you'll have a little fun. Maybe get your first kill on a vampire hunter. Maybe get to watch a very good movie in peace and you'll enjoy your time here. There is a mini fridge with some cola and alcohol in it as well as some food in the cabinet over there. Relax and calm down and blah blah blah. You've heard it before."

He turned and walked towards the door, flailing his arms and saying blah blah blah over and over. He stopped at the door just before opening it and turned his head slightly. "And for the record, I did know your name, Katherine. I knew each of the "potential's" names. I asked you so I could know if you would be comfortable with a shorter version of your name, like Kathy or Kath, or Kate. It's common courtesy. I may not be best of hosts, but I'm not a monster like Tessa. Good morning Miss Dunham. I hope to see you tonight."

He opened the door and walked out, heading upstairs to his personal bedroom. It was different from the other rooms, dark blue carpet and a white canopy bed with an oak nightstand next to it with a dark blue lamp on it. Next it was a tall ornate oak cabinet left open. A white mini fridge was inside it. A large table was in the middle with dark blue cushioned chairs on each side. Next to the door was a tall but not wide dresser not unlike the same material as the cabinet. Next to the window with a lamp on it was a metal and oak desk with two shelves on the right, the lower shelf holding a black CPU, a black monitor on top left above a pull out keyboard drawer. Various things were on the right side of the desk, an picture of him and an unknown man and woman standing on a set of swings, swinging and having fun. There was a Lava lamp and two speakers for the CPU. The dark blue curtains were opened, letting the poisonous sun in. Harper enjoyed lighting up the room a bit, but closed the curtains before undressing and laying down in the bed, closing the white canopy curtains. His eyes soon fluttered closed for the day until the sun set in the evening.

[Huntress]

She watched the man walk away, jaw clenched as she swallowed hard. Her hand moved to her left shoulder as she exhaled sharply. Getting up she removed her clothes and went for a shower, her body was still bloody and dirt ridden. Taking her time she thought as she washed off. Pressing her arm against the tiled wall she then put her forehead against her forearm. A sigh escaped her. She was screwed, she knew that but now that she had time to think about it, it all sunk in. Angrily shutting the water off she stepped out, a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. Pulling it on she enjoyed the feeling of it’s fabric. Sighing she shook her head, gathering her hair to one side and taking a seat on the bed that was offered to her.

Glancing out the window she saw the sun mid rise. “Might as well get used to the vampire lifestyle...” She muttered. Laying back against the many pillows she smirked, they were comfortable as hell. She went through the recent scene that had unfolded and chuckled. She could have destroyed that little vampire bitch, a proud smirk on her face. She really wished she had. She would get her, if it was anyone, it would be Katherine that would kill her. She didn’t even know her and she wanted her dead. That definitely said a lot about her.

Closing her eyes they quickly shot open as she sat up in the bed and looked out the window. Turning her head around she cursed under her breath. She couldn’t go out with Mr. tall, dark and brooding tomorrow. It was somewhat of a schedule conflict. What would she tell him? It was her only chance to get that fucking chip removed. She groaned and fell against the pillows again. She would just have to go with it. Soon she was asleep, her dreams riddled with thoughts of what or how she would do things. She couldn’t even recall the last time she had a proper dream. Although he did pop up a few times. The vampire who would now be...well...her master. She didn’t know why he made an appearance within her mind, she didn’t like him, not at all.

When she woke up it was late evening, the sun preparing to set. She remembered that she had fallen asleep in a bathrobe. Getting up she changed into her dirty torn clothes. Approaching the windows she looked on either side, the guards still stood their ground. Sighing she went to the door and opened it. The guards standing post quickly turned around, weapons drawn as they pointed at her. Her hands were up as she looked at them. “I wanna see Matthew...” She explained simply. With one guard on either side, tightly gripping her arms she was taken to her ‘Master’s’ room. Opening the door she stepped in. “There’s no way I can convince you to let me wear jeans to the premier is there?” She asked the door being shut behind her. Arms folded across her chest, she kept her same air and attitude as she looked at him.

There was a reason he was so vivid in her mind, so she chose to trust whatever her body was telling her to. It usually was right, or kept her safe. Usually...most of the time...

[Darkshadowmark]

As she walked in and asked her question, she would see him walking out of his own bathroom, nothing but a towel in hand. He cleaned his hair and mumbled a few things before wrapping it around his exposed hip. "I thought I told those bastards to knock before they let people into my room." He sighed and went over to another wall and grabbing what looked like a knob and opening a cleverly disguised closet. He had scars all over his body, most were self inflicted sword scars from when he first started practicing with his blade. Others were gunshot wounds, explosion shrapnel being lodged in his skin, burn marks from fire, and even dog bites around his legs and chest. "No, you can't go in jeans. We aren't beggars in the street you know, you'll be wearing some type of dress or women's dress pants and shirt when we go to the theater. You can wear whatever you want when we're not in any formal parties or crap like that. But I shouldn't let you out of the house while you wear torn up, dirty, grimy pieces of trash like that. You have to have SOME dignity. When we get there, you'll buy what makes you comfortable and what makes you look good." He took out a pair of dark gray khakki pants, shirt, and leather shoes and took off the towel and found some undergarments from the dresser, not caring about her seeing his privates.

He put on the clothing and sat down at the edge of the bed, putting on the socks and tying his shoes up. When he finished the left shoe, he pointed toward the dresser. There was a gun and leather holster there in her size. "Thats yours. Put it on under your shirt or buy a thigh holster when we go into town. Not going to have a guard without something to guard with. It's a Meteba Unica, Specially chambered for both .454 Casull and Shotgun rounds. Had it made a couple weeks ago in prep for ya. It wasn't dipped in holy water and blessed by the pope like my gun, but it'll kill a hunter or two."

He came up to her after getting his other shoe on and placed a hand on her shoulder before taking his finger and putting it on the back of her neck and moved his finger along her skin down to the base of her neck then slightly to the right. He ran his index finger and his thumb into her skin and pulled out the chip. He didn't go far, but the chip had gone deeper since putting it in. He let her go and placed the little green blinking chip on the dresser and handed her the gun and holster and turned away long enough for her to undress slightly and put the holster on. He then lead her downstairs and outside. They went around the side of the manor and entered a large garage. When they walked through the side door to the garage, they were quickly greeted with a line of cars in a relatively tool-less room. Must not be where the cars were worked on.

They came up to a black and red sports car and got in, the doors opening upward instead of sideways.

There was a black and orange one next to it. Sitting in the driver's seat, he started it up and drove out into the night. They had an hour drive until they got into town and to the Mall complex which had yet to close. Parking in the relatively empty lot, as it was getting near closing time for the mall, they walked in and went to the clothing department and he let her go to work, keeping an eye on her at the same time. He paroozed other shops and chatted with a few people, keeping it friendly and relaxed. He even bought dinner for them to eat after they were done. It was the first step to cheering her up after, ya know, stealing her from her previous life and blah blah blah.

[Huntress]

“Oh...uhh...wow...okay...” She cleared her throat as the man walked into the room nude. “Sorry,” She spoke, her eyes wide as she blinked before covering them with her hand and turning her face to the side. “I thought you’d still be sleeping. Definitely didn’t expect you to be walking around naked, that’s for sure.” That was definitely and awkward situation, not that she was complaining about what she did manage to see. “I currently...don’t really have a choice in my outfit, this is all I had when I got here and what’s left...” She explained about her torn up, dirty, grimy pieces of trash.

Hearing about the weapon she turned her head slightly and exhaled in relief to see that the vampire was dressed. Dropping her arm she clenched her jaw and met his eyes for a moment before turning to the weapon on the dresser. Picking it up she looked at in surprise, nice and heavy. Definitely able to do some damage. She looked at the man in the room. “You’re going to trust me with a gun?” She asked surprised. It’s not like she had just attempted to break out recently, or that she had killed one of his guards, without a gun. Clenching her jaw she looked at him, he continued on with what he was doing. Did he actually trust her? Trust her enough to give her a weapon and remove the only thing that held control over her?

She sighed as they got into a car, her jaw clenched for the whole ride there. Did he trust her or was he just going with it? She glanced over at him every now and then. She had a gun, sitting next to the man that practically destroyed her life. It was one simple decision, she could do it fast enough and just leave. No one would know, or find out about it. Eventually she would ditch the car, so when it was tracked she wouldn’t be with it, she would be long gone. Sighing her hand hovered over the weapon. If he wanted her dead...wouldn’t he had done it already? Clenching her jaw she exhaled sharply and looked out her window. Her hand dropping from the weapon. Perhaps she could trust him, momentarily.

Being led to the most expensive store in the mall Katherine raised an eyebrow.Her eyes couldn’t help but pick up the figures on the price tags. Glancing at Matthew she was hesitant but went on. Katherine was never a dress or skirt person, when the time came to allow women to wear pants she was relived. Her younger, human years mostly consisted of large, elaborate dresses, something she hated. Growing up in the late 1700’s and early 1800’s she truly had no option. Eventually as she walked through the store and separated through the dresses she settled on one that looked good on the mannequin.

It was a black dress which settled about three quarters down her thigh. The bottom was pinned inwards, pleats and folds randomly forming across the shimmering gun metal dress. It only had one strap, which covered her left shoulder, the large bite mark hopefully being mostly covered. Three rows of faux diamonds going across the strap to add a bit of interest to the look. Trying on a few sizes she settled on the medium size, her frame not allowing her to fit comfortably into a small. The woman that had been assisting her also helped her accessorize accordingly to the outfit. When the woman rang her up, Katherine’s eyes grew wide. She had never spent that much money on a single outfit. Clenching her jaw she looked at the vampire who paid with a smile on his face.

Leaving the store he allowed her to go to a few more so she could get some more everyday, casual outfits. Also grabbing a couple different holsters for her weapon. The man treated her to dinner and they were soon on their way back. The clock showed 8pm, the sun fully set. They drove back in silence for most of the way, until Katherine chose to speak. “Can I ask you a favour?” She asked and looked at the dark haired, scruffy man. “Don’t put that chip back in...at least not for the next few nights...” She stated simply, hope in her voice. Looking out the window she swallowed hard. “I won’t leave...I’ll give you my word.” She said. Katherine wasn’t one to easily break promises or her word. If she couldn’t keep it she wouldn’t mention it. “Before you ask, yes there are reasons, but just, don’t worry about it. I’m telling you now, if you didn’t trust me before you should’ve at least started. You gave me a gun, you knew how I felt about you and your people and yet, I still haven’t shot you. So please, don’t put that chip back in me for the next few nights. That’s all I ask.” By the time she was done explaining they had arrived and were in the garage, parked.

Walking back to the mansion she looked at her boss and met his blue eyes. “I can’t make any promises about that stupid vampire bitch though...” She spoke about Tessa. Only now realizing that she was talking about vampires and wasn’t bothered by the idea of being surrounded by them. Her brain began to analyze the situation now that it was reminded of the current circumstances. Most if not all of the ones living within this house probably didn’t know how to tell or sense a werewolf, which relieved her in the slightest but that didn’t stop her from thinking about elders, such as Dracula and the council.

She was well versed in vampires and their ways, their strengths and weaknesses, their systems and whatnot. She knew the names of the elders and which areas each were in charge of. They had forced her to learn, the people that had cursed her. She was thankful to them. They taught her all the history of her new found race. The hate and savagery the Vampires had towards them. Their reasons? They didn’t want another race as powerful as theirs to exist, although, some of the werewolves were even stronger than the vampires. Lost in her thoughts she snapped out of it and looked at Matthew once again. “Do you need me for anything else? Or can I go to my room.” She hated the fact that she had to confine herself within a small set of four walls.

[Darkshadowmark]

Still in the car, he pulled into the Garage, doing a K Turn to pull it in backwards. He sat there, listening to her words and mulling over her actions during the last hour. "I can see the truth in your voice, do not worry. You can go without your chip for a while. Just jack one of the guard's cellphones, tell me the number, and don't go too far outside of the city. I need you to be close should something come up. Also, if you'll check, the gun is stuck with the safety on. If you tried to shoot at all, you'll just hear a click. You really think I'd place myself in danger? You surely jest, Katherine." He got out of the car and came around, opening the door for her and taking the bags to her room. He stopped in front of a guard and traded a couple hundred dollars in cash for his smartphone then went into Katherine's room with her right behind him. He set her clothing on the bed and had her take out her pistol so he could tinker with it while she tinkered with her phone and and spoke about not promising not to shoot Tessa. He laughed and stood up from the bed, handing her back her now fully functioning pistol.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Kathy. Countess Tessa is a bitch, a whore, and fully undeserving of any form of respect from even the lowest of scum. She uses everything around her as a plaything for her personal amusement and sexual pleasure. The only reason I tolerate her is because of her grandfather, Count Vlad "Alucard" Dracule also known as "The Impaler". Alucard is simply his public name. She may have been a Born Vampire, but her grandfather is the daddy of all vampires. He's also the craziest and most bloodthirsty bastard I'll ever have the pleasure of knowing. He's a gentleman, sure, but he's intense to say the least when it comes to combat. I don't endorse killing the granddaughter of the most powerful vampire in existence...least not right now anyways. But try to control yourself until such a time that I am ready to get her killed" He walked with her to his room, speaking of how much of a bitch Tessa was. Thankfully, her and the other counts had left by now, returning to their own messed up corners of the earth. When they entered his room and he took off his overcoat and placed it on the bed. He heard her question and a thought came to mind."You seem like you enjoyed yourself today, even if your my guard. Might as well let you in on a little secret and give a slight tour while your still awake. Come, follow me." He beckoned her to follow him down to the basement door and through. They walked downstairs to the basement itself. She hadn't been down here yet and he wanted to show her what was in it himself before she stumbled onto it.

They came up to a door at the bottom of the spiraling staircase and opened it, revealing yet another hallway. They continued down it, passing by the first of a few doors which they stopped in front of and opened. Inside was the combat training hall, dummies lined the wall where a few guards trained in hand to hand combat with each other or the dummies. They walked through the medium sized room, guards without their helmets stopping what they were doing and bowed for both of them. A few of the men gave Kathy a wink or two and the small amount woman guards greeted Harper in a very pleasant tone and went back to what they were doing. They opened up a separate door to the shooting range. The shooting range was blocked off by a sound proof glass and was just like a shooting range at a police department. Next to the glass was another door which lead to the melee weapons hall where there were swords, staffs, batons, nun-chucks, naginatas, and other exotic weaponry lining the wall and several more training dummies across from them. He lead her back out the melee hall and to the other side of the shooting range glass to another door which lead to a mess hall where guards came just after their shifts. "Whenever you feel like training a bit and getting better at your job or if you feel like making friends with the other employees, feel free to come here and relax."

He lead her back out of the training hall and came up to a set of doors, one on the right one on the left. The one on the right had "Men" stamped on it, the one on the left had "Women" stamped on it. "These are the sleeping quarters. Unless your feeling a bit lonely, I'd stay out of them. Each guard has their own room inside the quarters as we had more than enough room. Every other sunday I come down and have a little Texas hold 'em tournament with them. It's all in good fun. You can join it when we have it if you want." He continued on to the end of the hall, passing by restrooms on the way. There was one last door that had "Do Not Enter" stamped on it. He opened it anyway and lead her through to a Elevator that went diagonally down, leading them somewhere. When it stopped, they stepped out and went through one last door. Inside, she was treated to the inside of a huge cavern with a large skylight letting in the beautiful moon which shined in the sky and kept the cavern alight. What inspired true awe however is what was in the cavern, a huge grove of flowers and large plants and trees and a small lake in the middle. He snapped her away from the sight of the grove by the jingling of a key in front of her face, placing it in her hand. "Yep, welcome to the posh life. Where a vampire lord can have a botanical garden one mile in length under his backyard. It's all natural, planted the soil, grass, trees, and plants myself. No electricity, a few deer here and there, turtles like to lay their eggs on the edge of the pond, birds fly in and nest their eggs annually. Everybody knows about it, but few step in. You'll probably ask yourself "But Harper, why on earth would such a muscular, sexy, badass such as yourself show me such a wonderful place?!" Because as my personal bodyguard, I feel that I should share the important things. Better to get them out of the way now instead of waiting until you inevitably snooped around enough. The key is to the elevator we just came out it. I had a copy of my own key made prior to our meeting. Only you and I can get here." He walked forward with her on an ivy-covered stone path which made it's way to the small lake in the middle. Small rabbits bounced across the path and deers in the distance looked, seeing the new smell but knowing what she was. They were quite alarmed, but they saw Harper there as well, which kept them from running in fear. Even a bear stood up from a berry patch and looked at them. When they reached the pond, they stood next to it in silence for a few moments, letting her take in the grove. "What? Were you expecting a torture room with screaming mothers with their stomachs torn open and their babies sliced out and dead from strangulation via their own mother's intestines left to hang and rot next to their slowly dying mothers? Not all vampires are like the ones in the stories...and I'm judging you before you can even speak. I apologize...Human writers have not been kind to my people...and for good reason...You can head back to your room whenever you wish. Use this place as your sanctuary if you wish. You've been through a lot, and I figured you might need a place like this. See you tomorrow night. Alright, Kathy? We'll be heading out at five to arrive at the town movie theater by the time the sun went down. We'll watch the movie which should take until Ten I think. If we're attacked, 9:30. Make sure to service your gun and make sure that safety is off, I know my guns but I'm not great...and snag some ammo too. I seem to have forgotten to give you ammo."

He turned and left her there, heading back to the elevator and heading up. His mood had descended and he was off to steal one of the female guards for his annual feeding, which was once every two weeks because of his constant drinking of the Chuckola Cola. Most vampires of his type had to feed every two days, so he was one of the lucky ones. After that, he planned to spend the night partaking in a very human pastime. Feckin' Warframe. He left her to do as she wished, whatever that may be.

[Huntress]

Stunned by the beauty of the garden Katherine had forgotten about the full moon shining above. Seeing it’s reflection in the pond she looked up, her body was already heating up but the temperature decided to skyrocket as she began sweating and feeling uncomfortable. Her eyes shimmered to a different colour for a moment, the vampires voice just background noise as the moon took hold of her. Eventually she snapped out of it and looked back to Matthew as he lead the way down. She hoped he didn’t notice anything. The idea of animals breeding and living down here made Katherine happy. Although things would eventually become suspicious, she could come down here and hunt for at least this month and next.

Watching him leave she winced slightly. Making sure the door was sealed shut she looked down at the vast space. Running down she removed her clothes as she went, reaching a decent spot she fell to hands and knees, the change taking over. Her body twisting, contorting and reforming to create the monstrous bi-pedal wolf that was a part of her. No animals surrounded her, or even came near her. They had all moved away, to the other side of the garden. She looked around and whimpered. She wanted to let out a howl, but she knew that wouldn’t end well. Running across the grove she searched for potential meals, something that would make the hunt exciting.

Her ears picked up the hooves of a deer. Skidding to a halt she turned around and chased the animal, she could see the buck, he was in sight, his horns menacing. She recalled being impaled by a buck once. Not something she would want to experience again, she would rather get shot or stabbed by a blade. Continuing to chase him down she leapt at him claws digging into his rear as he let a sound of pain, her weight causing the animal to drop to the ground. Getting off it she went in for the kill. The male deer was able to get up and defend himself. He was weak, Kathy could see it, she could sense it. He trembled as blood poured from the wounds. Snorting the hoofed beast went for Katherine just as she lunged for him. A loud whimper echoed through the garden as three spikes were lodged into her.

She had just been thinking about the one time she was impaled and it just had to happen. Whimpering she grunted, all of the bucks spikes had gone through. None of the wounds were life threatening but it hurt as hell. Luckily the weight of her body brought the deer down, snapping it’s neck in the process. Snorting she began to pull herself off the bloody horns. One had gone through her left shoulder, a second going under her left collarbone, close to the center of her chest and a third going through the lower left side of her stomach. Once she was off the horns she clutched at her stomach would and grunted. Looking at the corpse she kind of just laid down next to it. Her body feeling weak while the healing started. Taking slow steady breaths she let out another small whimper and snorted. With everything beginning to patch up she winced and moved to the buck. Tearing open it’s stomach she began with the insides before devouring the rest.

Barely leaving anything behind she began to run, she wanted to explore the little paradise, learn about every thicket, every area that she could reach. Spending most of the night running around and scaring other animals. She had explored and memorized a good amount of the grove. The reversal process soon taking action, the crazy haired, blood ridden blonde sitting in the middle of the garden. After the screams dissipated she looked around as the animals that she could see stared at her, beady eyes just watching. Raising an eyebrow she looked at the deer and the rabbits before they continued about their business.

Stepping into the pond she started rubbing against her skin, trying her hardest to scrub the blood off. She was able to get a good amount off, but there was still some in harder to reach areas. Shaking her hair dry like the dog she was, Katherine then proceeded to tie it up in a bun. Quickly dressing she left the little sanctuary. Guards patrolled the halls and whatnot, a couple giving her odd stares, she returned the stares with glares with low growls. Eventually reaching her room she hopped into the shower, scrubbed and washed with soap and then got ready to sleep. The spikes from the antlers had left minor marks, the one on her shoulder and her chest would probably heal up without any scars, the one on her stomach would probably leave a mark. Sighing she took everything off her bed and fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillows.