"Noble, there are many ways of being noble. Kind and generous, that is debatable." The Cherubim must've thought himself clever, likely thinking he had gotten away with a lie about caring. Isaac simply gave him a blank look, slightly shaking his head in disappointment. Then came the aggression from the newly turned girls, one of them tackling the other and resulting in the rather underwhelming stalemate of them clamping onto a part of each other.

With an annoyed and somewhat disappointed sigh, he summoned a pillar of earth between the two so as to split them up. It was rather forceful, and their teeth would tear out of the skin as a result, a good thing lycans had a somewhat faster rate of healing than humans, especially when they fed on some humans. "Do not start a fight between you two, I forgot to capture a human earlier for you to enjoy, so you won't heel that quickly." he stood to his full height, which would make him appear much larger and more of a frightening appearance, it wasn't quite his intention, though, as he was simply tired of being hunched over.

Dexter looked Margeret's body as she slowly closed her eyes. The healing would take some time he knew, but she shouldn't be dying. Dexter then realized that she had gone into a coma. He laid her down carefully and exited the container. He then sensed a presence near by. He quickly ran to a near by building's roof and looked out into the distance. He saw a lot of humans walking towards him. "Shit....Hunters..." Dexter said. He wasn't going to win this fight, he knew that.

"You need to run." Dark Dexter said. "Now"

Dexter nodded and prepared himself to run away.

Draco watched him go, a dark, stony look of anger etched upon his face, violet eyes glowing. He unfurled his wings and followed him once more. He landed and pounded on the door and shouted, "Get out here you judgemental bastard! You have no damned right to judge me! You have no idea what it was like in the seventeenth century!" He snarled furiously. "If you were dirt poor you were either killed or you killed yourself! If you have any brains in that tiny skull of yours you would judge people for who they are not who they were! You are a mere child compared to me, I'm over a hundred years old and I've seen the whole world in that lifetime!" Draco was beyond pissed. He was absolutely infuriated.

"Get your ass out here and talk to me like I make mistakes the same way you do." Draco stopped roaring and said calmly, "I'm a man just like you, with regrets and feelings and every right to be treated with respect as you do. If you don't come out here in the next three minutes it will prove to me you are just a clueless, idiot who has no real understanding of the phrase bloodied hands." Draco took a deep breath and expelled it, keeping a tight rein on the dragonrage that threatened to overflow. "To have bloodied hands is to have killed without remorse or regret at the murders you have commited and keep on doing it without shame at all. I haven't killed anyone in 125 years and soon to be 126. Next time consider the source before you accuse someone of bloodied hands. One tiny glimpse into my past isnt enough to go by on alone. Have a good day asshole. "

Draco turned and walked, about to unfurl his wings and go home to his giant house, and think of a way to help the childrens hospital. "The less you give a fuck," He riminded himself."The happier you'll be. Except I do give a fuck. I care about whether or not someone decides to judge me for my past and who I used to be instead of who I am now. I'm sick of being treated like shit because I used to be a damned assassin but there aint a damn thing I can do about it because that was in the past." The only thing that made Draco happy was donating the vast amounts of wealth he had collected over the years to the Childrens Hospital and the childrens wing in the regular hospitals and womens shelters. Not to mention the cure for breat cancer. He sighed. Nothing about the way people treated him was going to change much and he might as well get used to it.

Jaitheia growled when Ishiya's teeth were torn out of her shoulder. It wasn't going anywhere with the two of them just stopping each other from ripping the others throat out. She didn't stand down Issac while her sister seemed more submissive than her when she just layed down to nurse her wounds. "I-I'm not going to prom-promise." Jaitheia said as a strange presence tried to gain control of her body. When it started to happen it felt like she was getting an extreme headache and it was even affecting her speech more than it already is. 'Damnit! Whatever change she went through is making it very hard to take control of her now!' Zaknafein hissed when she found that she couldn't get control of Jaitheia as easily as she used to do. All she was giving Jaitheia was the headache to end all headaches.

Rand glanced up above them to see Marcus watching over them. "We need one at range to stay in contact with Connor. The rest of you stay behind me and get ready to fight. I'll go in to see if there's any danger. If you hear me talking with a sober voice that's your cue to come in. If not it's a false alarm and I'll exit quickly." Rand tapped his revolver and approached the building, turning to nod to everyone as he prepared to go in.

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"Aw come on Dex, packing your things so soon?" Nixon asked several steps behind the rival vampire. "What, some hunters got ya scared?" The vampire blinked in front of Dexter and gave an inquisitive face at the unconscious girl that Nixon had stabbed previously. "Huh, quite unfortunate isn't it? All she wanted to do was save you, and then I stabbed her. What tragedy!" Nixon gave a grin, then glanced over at the door. "Hm, I suppose I could kill you now...or..." He looked from Dexter to the door. "You know what, Boss likes having hunters brought in so how 'bout this." Nixon held out his hand. "Truce? Zzyxx even won't kill you like he was about to do right now."

Marcus heard what Rand said about needing someone in contact range, he stayed behind willingly, maybe if he stayed behind it'd be more convinient for them. After all, three was a crowd and a crowd was not what they needed searching for someone. "I will stay behind, ready to move when needed." Marcus said via radio contact, stopping on the rooftop he stood upon, Mason gave a thumbs up in his general direction. "Weapons ready then,," He nodded to Rand, ready to enter the room the moment his cue was given.

Alfons made his way up the stairs and into his room with ease, entering the home that had only the essentials; a kitchen, a bed room, a small living room, and a bath room. It wasn't much, which was his intentions in hopes to blend in with the locals in his area. Upon entering his home and closing the door, the old man went straight to the bed room where a satchel was sitting on a dresser, and the handle of a sheathed blade was sticking out from under the bed. It wasn't long before Al' himself was setting the bag he brought with him down on the floor and began pacing around the home, searching for anything out of the ordinary. Over time, though, he could feel the faint feeling of fatigue and pain rising up from the infection he had sustained long ago. Before he could could ensure everything was in order, the lycan found himself sitting on the floor, taking a long moment to keep himself in check. "One day I have to find a cure... This silver is going to be my end if I am not careful." He muttered, his eyes drifting around the bed room he sat in.

Without really noticing exactly when it happened, to Dexter, all sound seemed to suddenly stop. Time itself seemed to halt, except, out of the corner of his eyes, in the shadows behind Nixon, he could swear... inside a fraction of a moment, there was a movement. Black, at the other edge of the building, a flap like a raven's wing... a shadow fell in slow motion as time stood still from among the other shadows where it should have been. It was like time had frozen, except for this thing that was breaking the laws of physics, like a piece of reality itself had fractured. Not being able to hear in the middle of these critical milliseconds made everything seem so unreal, like watching a movie. Yet, it all happened so fast. Within a single moment, Dexter recognized the creature that was now running in slow motion from behind Nixon. It had the flaming eyes, of Mithias.

Sound suddenly exploded as time lurched forward to meet with reality. Two blades cut the air with a scream as Mithias crashed into Nixon. Fangs bared, his white skin radiant in the artificial electric lights, the oldblood-sired vampire slashed across Nixon's neck with his left blade and simultaneously impaled him with his right. Mithias looked huge, like an animal, a violent warrior completely hellbent on lethality.

Although Nixon was old enough and fast enough to turn around, he couldn't stop this malevolent assassination. The first slash cut deep into the arm he had tried to block with and the second shut down his heart, by going through it.

As if death couldn't take Nixon fast enough, which it couldn't, Mithias reversed the first blade and drove it into Nixon's side, making a cross out of the damned vampire's insides. Cold, lethal, brutal, Mithias sneered and glared, growling into Nixon's eyes as he held his dying corpse. He didn't care who Nixon was, or had been, or would have been. Mithias only wanted blood and vengeance. In that moment, he was the embodiment of hatred and war. Not paying any attention to Dexter, Mithias sank his fangs into Nixon's neck to drain all that was left of him.

Mithias:

Nixon glanced down at the two blades that sliced into him, tearing up his insides. To his attacker's disappointment he gave little reaction, but just a glare as Mithias sank his fangs into him. Rolling his eyes Nixon blinked them both and shoved Mithias's head away to get his fangs out and slammed him to the ground. Blood poured out of Nixon as he easily disarmed Mithias with his two blades and stabbed them through each of his legs.

"Now, that was rude. Not even a classy intro was given. Really, you just had to barge in like that?" Nixon shook his head, then blinked behind Mithias's head and flung two daggers to stab through the rival vampire's arms, pinning him to the floor.

When he was done, Nixon looked down at himself and gave a frown. "I bet you're kind of disappointed with the whole 'I'm not dead when I should be' thing but really it's your own fault." Nixon protruded his spear and launched it down into Mithias just missing the heart. "But, I suppose I can tell you one part of how I'm still alive." Nixon bent down like he was giving story time to some kids, giving a small grin.

"You see, my relations with Boss were...bad at first. I did some mean things to him and he did some mean things to me but then, one day, I do something really bad...so bad that Boss decided that it was time to uh, change around a few things. So after some time he had his lead doctor switch my body organs around, constantly. It's amazing what vampires can survive you know? So now, sorry about the heart but it's in a different location right now." Nixon looked down at himself. "As for the other...part I'll just leave that up to your imagination but I gotta tell you that this is really gonna cost me a new suit." Nixon stood up and walked around Mithias. "Now, I see that you're somewhat of a smart fellow so why don't I-" Nixon looked out towards the entrance. "You know what? Do you want to help me murder these hunters then we can kill each other or something? I just like having one fight at a time ya know?"

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Rand looked inside the building with a questioning face as he heard violence already begin. "Wow, they started without us," he commented, then turned to the others. "Right, no ruse, the vampires are already murdering each other! Let's help them shall we?" Rand casually walked inside, slightly confused by what was happening. The vampires were already fighting each other but it didn't even seem like a fight. Rand shook his head slightly trying not to be disturbed by it, then fired a bolt right at Dexter's heart.

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Connor typed several things on his keyboard before looking onto his second monitor for a map. "Hello, Marcus right?" Connor asked. "Are you guys already engaging? I'm seeing Rand go inside." Connor typed a bit more and looked over an analysis. "I'm not seeing many others but this takes a while to update. Not the highest technology in the world I have here but it's still pretty reliable."

Mason smirked in reaction to Rand's words, glancing over and giving an enthusiastic nod. "Sounds like it." He said, listening to the sounds of fighting, so they were vampires, he was sure his pistols could take care of them. "Yeah, they look like they need some assistance.." Mason grinned as he drew his pistols, sliding on the rocky dirt underneath him as he stopped, kicking up dirt and causing the dust cloud to wrap around him. As he spun around in midst of sliding he faced the blood-suckers, dropping down to a knee upon sliding into the house, his gunslinger coat circling with him before dropping at his back side. Mason quickly aimed his pistols toward them, firing a hailstorm of bullets at them from his kneeling position, a wild smirk on his face.

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Marcus was on the rooftop providing overwatch for his fellow hunters, upon hearing Connor he brought the walkie talkie to his mouth and began speaking. "Yes they are.." He said calmly, continuing to watch the slowly ensuing chaos below, it seemed like both parties were in for a fight they were more than happy to participate in. Marcus carefully watched through the window, he wasn't going to go on the offensive unless told otherwise.

Mithias bit cruelly into Nixon and the blood filled his mouth. But, rather than the flow ebbing as his enemy lost pressure, the pulse continued. As the moment dragged on, terrifying confusion set in; Nixon wasn't supposed to keep standing. With unexpected strength, Nixon ripped Mithias from himself and smashed his fist across his jaw, sending him sprawling, disoriented. In addition to having his head rocked, the power in Nixon's blood was also intoxicating. Mithias fell backward.

He roared as Nixon impaled his limbs, one by one, holding him down sadistically in the process, but there was no stopping him. Mithias breathed heavily as the pain coursed through him, growling, struggling to stifle his cries, and all the while unable to fathom the sheer magnitude of this vampire's power. His stealth attack had been perfect. He should have killed Nixon with minimal suffering, but he failed. Now, his life was forefit. As Nixon's spear came down into his chest, it brought with it a lethal despair. This was it. Final death. And at that moment, when Mithias believed he was a gonner, he lamented that he would no longer be able to haunt and protect his mortal son, nor see his descendent family as the years went by. Death would at last take him, and his heart begged that oblivion would be merciful.

Intense pain shot through him as his body reacted to a potentially vital injury... but his heart was intact. When his scream faded, Nixon began his brief tale. By the end of it, being recovered enough to speak was an impressive feat. Mithias was clearly stronger than most vampires his age.

"You know what? Do you want to help me murder these hunters then we can kill each other or something? I just like having one fight at a time ya know?"

The threat to his child stirred a fatherly rage that Mithias simply could not hide. He picked his head up with a fanged grimace, looking directly at Noxon with his glowing red eyes. "Don't you dare touch them!" Mithias threatened from the floor. Already he had given Nixon too much information by his protective reaction. Mithias cursed himself and laid his head back down, struggling to free one of his arms. He growled deeply with the effort.

Bullets started flying. Rand had fired at Dexter, and Mason slid down onto the roof pistols blazing. Mithias was fairly in the clear, pinned to the floor.

Damien, Like Marcus, had taken up a watchful position. Unfortunately, his vision was partly obscured to Nixon and the other vampire, but he could see his fellows and Dexter. Damien knocked an arrow to paralyze whenever necessary.

Dexter, in response to Nixon, said, "Truce." He prepared himself for a fight. Of course he needed a weapon, so Dexter ran to his base and found a large hunting knife that he normally fought with. He ran to where Nixon was; however, Dexter was shocked as his new partner was being attacked. "Shit!" Dexter yelled as he saw Mithias attacking Nixon. "Mithias, we have a truce!" Dexter yelled. Nixon muttered something that Dexter couldn't hear, but luckily enough Mithias stopped the assult.

Dark Dexter said "Jesus fucking christ we have bigger problems."

"No shit..." Dexter muttered he went over to Nixon. "Nixon let him up so we can..." A fire noise went off and Dexter saw a bolt flying towards his heart. However, someone had stopped the bolt mid-flight. The Demon, Zzyxx, had grabbed the bolt. "You're bloody well welcome." He said to Dexter. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic." Zzyxx grinned looking at Nixon.

Dexter surveyed the area and ran towards a shipping container which would act as some cover, before the the bullets hit him. Zzyxx was right next to him. "You have better vision than me. Look to see if they have any ranged support. I'll go and convince to be nice to our side. Then we need to pinpoint the leader. Capture him." Zzyxx commanded. Dexter immediately looked for anyone in the buildings. He spotted a small shape on top of the roof. "There." Dexter pointed. "I can't tell if they have a weapon, they're too far, but they defiantly in the shape of a person." Dexter looked around the shipping container to try to find the leader of the hunters. He saw a man holding a crossbow, probably the guy who tried to shoot him, walking towards their tiny group. He seemed older and wiser than the rest. Dexter decided to target that person. He looked back to Zzyxx to relay the information, but he was gone. Dexter sighed and jumped into the fight.

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Zzyxx's mission was simple. Get rid of any sniper support. He was running towards the building in which Dexter said there was someone on top of the roof. "I hope you don't see me." Zzyxx said to himself. He wrenched open the door to the building after coming to a stop. He then sprinted up the stairs to the roof. There he saw a young man with white hair there. "'Ello laddie" Zzyxx said. Nixon needed a man on the inside of the Hunter's group, so Zzyxx attempted to use his emotional tap on the young man. Due to the man being so young, Zzyxx assumed the tap would go through. The young have weak minds. Years of influencing people had taught Zzyxx that.

"So you're not completely stupid to believe. That is good. If you want my true reason for being here, I have always find it quite amusing to watch a person who just turned. However, I can help. You see, I never really liked hunters or vampires, so I will gladly help you get rid of them. You see, my hatred of hunters should be self-explanatory, those white-knights of humanity make it hard for me to what I do. And vampires and there demons friends aren't much better, always with their secretive masters, and rules." he spoke rather casually, contrasting his angelic and almost alien appearance.

Nixon peered down at Mithias with a questioning look. "Huh, a vampire protecting hunters. Sounds personal, and not the vengeance personal." Nixon looked over where the hunters were entering. "Fine, I won't touch them like you demanded." The vampire pulled out a dagger. "Put you never said anything about these touching them. Don't worry I'm not planning on killing them. Boss wouldn't like the potential revenue that could be earned!" Nixon smiled and blinked away.

Nixon appeared right behind Mason who was firing at where Nixon was at. "Lookie here!" Nixon called behind Mason's back. Hoping he took the ruse Nixon blinked in front of Mason and slashed at the hunter in the front.

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Rand hissed a curse as one of the supernatural grabbed his bolt from midair. Annoying how some could do that. The vampire Rand shot at was now running to engage him. He couldn't focus on anything else for now except for this vampire. "Right, stay still for me would ya?" Rand yelled, nocking another bolt and firing at Dexter. The hunter dropped his crossbow to the ground after firing and pulled out his iron dagger and revolver. This would be an interesting fight.

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Connor looked at the GPS as it slowly updated and revealed a new person right behind Marcus. "Marcus, on your 6!" He yelled in warning. Around him nothing stirred and his voice echoed. He was alone here sitting while he watched his computer screens in fright. He had his full attention on the computers, worried about making any mistakes that would cost a life.

Dexter had gone after Rand. Zzyx had gone after Mason, and now Nixon had gone after Marcus. Damien's mind raced as he tried to identify who to save first. He drew back and aimed at Dexter first, who was swiftly moving towards Rand, then shifted his target to Zzyx, who seemed to be stopped in front of the white-haired Mason, then back to Dexter, then over to Nixon. Damien gritted his teeth in frustration. His hesitation and indecision were going to get all of his friends killed. Perhaps he was so flightly because of Jess' sudden disappearance, for which he still had no answer. None of the enemy appeared to have seen him yet, so he still had the advantage, but he was going to have to act fast.

"Marcus, on your 6!"

Damien heard it on his comm-link, and he focused on Nixon. This vampire seemed to be the most powerful and most dangerous, having killed one of the other vampires already, and apparently with the ability to blink location. However, he was already injured. Mason might have a chance at him because of that, and Damien wasn't sure he was going to get a good shot due to the vampire's speed. He'd have to wait until he was standing still to fire. Dexter, on the other hand, was on the move. ...a steady pace, like a deer... before he could get to Rand, Damien shot him in the back. Quickly readying another arrow, Damien watched to make sure the poison would take affect. He remembered the shifters being highly resistant for some reason. ...fuckit. Damien shot him a second time.

ice2365 said Zzyxx's mission was simple. Get rid of any sniper support. He was running towards the building in which Dexter said there was someone on top of the roof. "I hope you don't see me." Zzyxx said to himself. He wrenched open the door to the building after coming to a stop. He then sprinted up the stairs to the roof. There he saw a young man with white hair there. "'Ello laddie" Zzyxx said. Nixon needed a man on the inside of the Hunter's group, so Zzyxx attempted to use his emotional tap on the young man. Due to the man being so young, Zzyxx assumed the tap would go through. The young have weak minds. Years of influencing people had taught Zzyxx that.

Marcus continued to watch his respective teammates carefully, ready to move in case they needed his help. He quickly turned to the voice of an older man, much older than him, something felt wrong about him, his words seemed to try and pull Marcus like wanting hands would pull someone. "Hmm..." He growled, the boy's eyes briefly flashed to a solid, purplish, flaming black, an actual show of expression was on Marcus' face as the veins in his face became visible for a second, sinking back down almost immediately. He had barely caught himself there, he was never able to fully control how his power worked at times, though he did make an attempt to. It seemed this time it just went off of instinct, alerting him that something was deary wrong. "I can see past your tricks...demon" He stated with a, drawing two katanas, knowing how his allies would react, he deducted that using any source of power would be a bad idea.

His stance with his blades showed that he was more than skilled with them, utilizing the bakhanded form of Kage No Kame to perfection. With a quick dash, faster than anything probably the demon had ever seen from a human, Marcus attacked, his right handed blade cleaving the air between him and Zzyxx as he brought it forth in an attempt to cut diagonally from the demonic entity's shoulder to his waist. Marcus shared a special hate for demons. He intended to show how much he hated them.

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Nixon peered down at Mithias with a questioning look. "Huh, a vampire protecting hunters. Sounds personal, and not the vengeance personal." Nixon looked over where the hunters were entering. "Fine, I won't touch them like you demanded." The vampire pulled out a dagger. "Put you never said anything about these touching them. Don't worry I'm not planning on killing them. Boss wouldn't like the potential revenue that could be earned!" Nixon smiled and blinked away.Nixon appeared right behind Mason who was firing at where Nixon was at. "Lookie here!" Nixon called behind Mason's back. Hoping he took the ruse Nixon blinked in front of Mason and slashed at the hunter in the front.Rand hissed a curse as one of the supernatural grabbed his bolt from midair. Annoying how some could do that. The vampire Rand shot at was now running to engage him. He couldn't focus on anything else for now except for this vampire. "Right, stay still for me would ya?" Rand yelled, nocking another bolt and firing at Dexter. The hunter dropped his crossbow to the ground after firing and pulled out his iron dagger and revolver. This would be an interesting fight.Connor looked at the GPS as it slowly updated and revealed a new person right behind Marcus. "Marcus, on your 6!" He yelled in warning. Around him nothing stirred and his voice echoed. He was alone here sitting while he watched his computer screens in fright. He had his full attention on the computers, worried about making any mistakes that would cost a life.

Mason cursed a bit as he had missed his mark, he'd hit him at some point he thought, as good as a shot he was, these bloodsuckers were probably used to bullets. He raised an eyebrow when he saw how Nixon dissipated, but a small smirk appeared on the young hunter's face. The moment he heard Nxon's voice behind him he began to counted the seconds. "One, two, three!" He exhaled in the moment, quickly and narrowly dodging Nixon's blade, a grazing wound on Mason's cheek now as a result. He didn't falter though, pressing the barrel of his pistol to the vampire's chest. "I think you lost this one..." He smiled, his second pistol aimed at the vampire's abdomen, he fired that one,he would rather have let Nixon suffer than die for now .

Inkness hesitated, not knowing who to go after. Damn this was confusing. She didn't know who was good, who was bad, who to fight, who to help. She growled in frustration, tail twitching. She needed to help but didn't know how and it was confusing the hell out of her. Dammit all to hell, She thought. Just kill the vampires. She bunched her muscles and shot into the fray, She leapt to Marcus's side and growled at the vampire. Her ears lay flat against her skull and her deadly, curved claws were out.

She had realized it was best to act as a trained panther, so she positioned into what she knes was the ready-to-attack-at-your-command crouch. A low, deep growl emanating from deep down in her chest, fur spiked, tail twitching. She hoped the hunter would get the message and tell her to attack. She'd been waiting for a chance to sink her teeth and claws into the flesh of an enemy for months. Now was her chance to let her wildcat out and she didn't plan on missing it even for a moment.