The knock threw him off, and he turned to watch the door. Riley was downstairs now, and answered it with an incredible lack of fanfare, despite the stench of human that seeped out and made his nose scrunch bitterly. He pressed a hand to Rylan's shoulder, urging her closer to a few more physically powerful werewolves. "Stay together, all of you. Kuzucuğum, keep the pack alert. I want you to use your senses." He nodded to Rylan briefly to check she understood, further emphasizing his trust in her responsibility to lead this little group for the moment. Alright, it seemed that Riley had yet to be staked. She closed the door, Mehmet sensed her panic, and came quickly at her call, slipping into the kitchen behind her. He closed the door behind himself, placed two broad hands on the counter Riley had tossed the flyer atop, and tilted his head, reading it. Muttering a few curses in his mother tongue while Riley proclaimed her fears --something he'd never expect a vampire to do-- he shook his head and jabbed a finger at the flyer. "We are not going. We fight them, simple."

The wind outside howled in his ears like the wind of his prison a century ago. He shuddered and, with a ragged, hurried growl, the growl of a cornered animal, approached the window without pulling back the curtain. His heart hammered in his chest, every muscle pulsing and urging him to fight something. "I have a scout. She is quiet, not fast, not strong, but good for tracking, and closely connected with the pack. She will come with me and herd the humans, if they are here, into a small glade near us. It is surrounded by rock, a good ambushing spot, hard to climb out of for humans. You hide there with four of the coven and the pack each, kill them all." 

He spat into the sink and turned to face her, brown eyes flashing, briefly, golden. "I will pick who of the pack goes to ambush. You must choose well, only the fighters. The humans are weak, but know much of how to kill us." Contemplative of his plan, he mulled it over and added, "Perhaps leave a few alive, to question them. They would not send their entire force stationed here. There must be more."

Riley looked up at Mehmet as he began to speak. 'Fight?' She thought while leaning against the couch, her arms folded over her chest. She was scared for herself, she was scared of her coven members numbers decreasing and losing another dear friend. She lowered her head then looked back up at him as he growled. Riley eyed him as he came her way but he was going to the window beside her. "I have my second in command and Nathaniel. That's about it." She sighed while walking closer to him and looking at him directly in the eyes. "So, we're sneaking out?" She asked him while breaking the eye contact and walking towards the kitchen door.

"I am getting sick and tired of running, Mehmet. I really am." She said while looking at him. "But immortals gotta do what immortals gotta do." She couldn't help but laugh at what she had just said. "But where are we going to go?" She asked him but then thought about it. "I guess we could to our old coven home, if it's still there but it's also on the other side of the town." Another sigh escaped her lips then ran her hands through her blonde locks of hair again. "Maybe I can compel a few humans to drive us there and get answers from them that way." She shrugged her shoulders at her suggestion then looked at Mehmet to get his opinion.

His face was hard, jaw muscles clenching and unclenching as he very briefly mulled over Riley's suggestion. "No. If we let the coven and the pack know how frightened we are of the Cacciatori, then they will be frightened as well. No running. We must fight." He turned and stared her straight in the eye, standing uncomfortably close to a vampire, looking in their eye longer than he ever had before without killing them. Their history was a long, spiteful, bloody one. She was meant to be his enemy, yet here they were, working together to survive, eating together, sleeping alongside each other. Well, perhaps not sleeping. He wasn't entirely sure if vampires actually needed sleep. 

He realized he was still staring at her, very slightly doubled over her in an intensely instinctive stance, and straightened up, sighing. "If the Cacciatori believe they win over us tonight, they will win over us forever." He glanced out the window and looked back at her. "Perhaps we should move to your little coven home after we kill and capture these humans. We throw off the scent that way." His broken English, embarassingly, came out slightly then, and he went to looking at the window again, leaning against the counter and crossing his vast arms as he waited for an answer.

Riley loved the way Mehmet talked when it came to battle. She wanted to step out of the way and just let him handle everything since this was his plan. She was really tired of running every time humans have found them but this time, she was going to fight and protect her coven. Her eyes looked at him when he talked as she couldn't help but nod her head. "Okay. You guys fight and I'll compel a few humans to drive us the other coven and give us some answers. Sounds good?" She waited for his approval, or wanted to hear what he had to say before continuing on.

He nodded thoughtfuly and scratched at his stubble. A beard was beginning to grow there again, what with him not having enough free time to shave as he typically did. "Wait for the fight to be over and for us to have the captured humans. Drive them to this coven and use whatever you can to make them talk." He rose up and stretched, now readying himself for the first real fight since the vampires and werewolves joined together. "The wolves with you will know when it is time to come to the glade. Follow their tracks and remain quiet." He scowls. "And tell that foolish little fledgling with the gun to get rid of it. The young ones are easily frightened." He smelled the pungent odor of spilled vampiric blood in the room adjacent, and, instantly horrified that a werewolf has killed a vampire, turned and burst into the main room in the form of the beast. Even on all fours, the clay-colored wolf's shoulder reached the ribcages of the shorter members of the congregation. Mehmet snarled and, seeing nothing but a dead vampire on the floor, advanced upon his pack, fearing the murderer one of them. He barked and a telepathic roar ripped through their ears like the bullet from a gun. [b]"WHO DID THIS!"[/b]