"Screw you, man! My heart ain't dead, it still beats, and I'm not letting these people die!" Johnathan grabbed his incendiary grenades, lugging them into the advancing horde. As they exploded, Johnathan grabbed matilda, and fired shot after shot, as his men grabbed the last remaining fuel cans, holding out for just a little longer. He knew they would. He couldn't leave. If he left now, the deaths of these people were on his hands. He would never let that happen!

Rayden just sighed exasperatedly but then broke out a huge grin. "Well,looks like we both have a deathwish. If we're going down,lets make it memorable for them!". Raising his double guns,Rayden picked out a few targets and fired at their heads. The rounds penetrated deep into their skulls and detonated there,sending the sharpened pieces of wood housed inside the rounds to shoot out the back of the targets skull and hit the vampires immediately behind it.

Johnathan smiled, as he rushed forward, firing smoke grenades, as a vampire grabbed him, before reeling back from the contact, the crucifix armor burning into his flesh. Johnathan turned, determined. This would be his last stand. He would lead his men away from this, and humanity would live on. He'd forge a new SOLDIER. This was not the end. He had a vampire on his side, and although his men would trust Rayden, Johnathan was sure they would learn to live with him. He would-

The man's thoughts stopped. his heart beat frantically, but his brain had died, the Crimson Blade stabbed through the back of his skull. Covered in burns, Dresden stepped through the smoke, laughing, as he walked towards the vehicles, and the traitor. This would be their final stand. And after this, there would be no SOLDIER left.

Rayden saw Johnathan fall to that damned blade and saw Dresden walking through the smoke,seemingly unharmed. "Damn you,Dresden. You'll die here,now!". Pointing both his guns at the elder vampire,he unloaded a salvo at the chest and head areas,the bullets streaking towards him with murderous intent.

As Matt was running Dresden kicked his legs out from under him, flying forward a few feet before promptly landing on the dirt face first skidding a few inches. Pushing himself to his feet staggering a bit he picked his guns off the ground in front of them, aiming them around and turning frantically. "Damn, where the hell did he go?" He said to himself.

Staggering a bit before he regained his composure he walked out of the forest, only to see things were worse than they were before he drug Chase to the infirmery. Shocked from the current scene unfolding before him, and the realization that there was a VERY small chance anyone was making it out of this alive other than the vampires, he was sideswiped by one of the damned things.

A huge gash opening on the side of his face, though hopefully not deep enough to kill him, he fell to the ground on his shoulder. Promptly shooting said vampire in the face he stood up. His shoulder was in a bit of pain but he had been through worse, and right now he had no time to cry over his own pain.

Checking his current clip in his magnums he found he had 5 shots left in each. Putting the clips back in he began to rush back to the souped up car spraying out what appeared to be holy water mist and vapor. He arrived just in time to get a front row seat to see Dresden kill Johnathan. Pissed off even more than normal, he promptly unloaded both clips remaining in his guns at Dresden's head and chest shouting at the top of his lungs "Damnit!!! You will pay you undead bastard!".

Throwing the now empty clips out of his guns he grabbed two fresh ones from the pocket inside his jacket, loading them into his guns. The village he fought to protect now all but in ruins, he had nothing left to do but be damned sure this behemoth couldn't kill anymore of his comrades, anymore innocent civilians. If he was going to die, he was going to go down fighting, chances were he was going to anyway. He assumed he might as well do the best he could, kill as many vampires as he could.

Chase regained her consciousness, which was a shock that even a vampire cannot process inside their brain-dead minds. She sat up from the twin-size bed and opened her eyes.

"The infirmary?" She muttered softly, "Why am I at the infirmary?"

It seemed like someone forgave her, or wanted to keep her here for strenuous interrogations; but she isn't dead- which there has to be a reason behind all of this. But who managed to pull her here?

She suddenly caught a scent of a human on her winter coat. She quickly unzipped it and took her coat off, which left a blue tanktop underneath. Carefully, she sniffed out the scent, and her eyes widened.

"Matt," she exclaimed, "the man's name is Matt."

Matt was the guy who had spared her, twice. But why? Can humans and vampire join in arms? Or does human and vampires have a lack of trust ever since the tearing of the Blood Compact?

"What should I do now?" Chase questioned herself. It would be best to keep herself locked here, but with her developing superhearing, she could hear a war outside transpiring. What to do, what to do...

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Chase regained her consciousness, which was a shock that even a vampire cannot process inside their brain-dead minds. She sat up from the twin-size bed and opened her eyes."The infirmary?" She muttered softly, "Why am I at the infirmary?"It seemed like someone forgave her, or wanted to keep her here for strenuous interrogations; but she isn't dead- which there has to be a reason behind all of this. But who managed to pull her here?She suddenly caught a scent of a human on her winter coat. She quickly unzipped it and took her coat off, which left a blue tanktop underneath. Carefully, she sniffed out the scent, and her eyes widened."Matt," she exclaimed, "the man's name is Matt."Matt was the guy who had spared her, twice. But why? Can humans and vampire join in arms? Or does human and vampires have a lack of trust ever since the tearing of the Blood Compact? "What should I do now?" Chase questioned herself. It would be best to keep herself locked here, but with her developing superhearing, she could hear a war outside transpiring. What to do, what to do...

Ooc: I should mention that I never locked the door, helpful info :p

Dresden rocked back, as a bullet hit him, but he ducked back into the smoke at incredible speed, becoming impossible to hit, as he screamed in pain. It would be mere seconds, however, before he recovered, and dashed forward. And in melee, he would not be so easily beaten back. The ex-SOLDIERS are in disorder, unsure what to do after their leader's demise. There's chaos, and the smoke line is about to break, as one group decides to drive off. They're jumped outside the wall, the driver torn from his seat, as the survivors are slaughtered.

Tabea sighed, unsure of what to do. A war between vampires and SOLDIER was raging onward on the ground. She had climbed on top of a building and was watching from above. No one had noticed her yet, which was good. She was on an abandoned building, it slowly crumbling with time. Tabea hated Darren with a passion, but kept it a secret. She always wished to slowly torture him to death or cleanly slice his head off, but she never tried to. She turned her head to see the infirmary nearby and decided to jump the roofs to get over. Looks like everyone was battling the vampires outside. Tabea waltzed into the infirmary, checking the doors to see if they were unlocked. Luckily, one was and she opened it to discover a vampire girl sitting on the bed. "Oi! Why're you here...? I mean, most vampires chose to go with the supposed 'leader' Darren....I didn't, because I hate his guts, but you should at least be watching.....I'm not gonna punish you or anything, it's just it's a bit strange seeing vampires in here...." She said to the girl. "Oh, how rude of me, My name's Tabea Leonhardt, nice to meet you...". Hopefully, this girl wouldn't be afraid of her.

Dresden, barely visible through the mist was now hurdling towards Matt at incredible speed. He needed a plan, and he needed one NOW. Quickly assessing the situation, he realized that no matter the age of this vampire or who he was the holy water mist still burned him and stunned him slightly. He also glanced on the top of the car, Michelle as Johnathan called it, was still there along with two bolts.

If by some miracle Matt could use the cover of the mist, he could get to the car and hopefully put a end to Dresden with the powerful crossbow. Firing a few shots towards Dresden's face and chest, and one to the kneecap in hops of stunnjng him further, he ran full speed circling around him and into the Mist.

Running towards the car he climbed on top of it, putting his guns back in their place and grabbing the crossbow. He began loading it, Dresden howling with rage in the distance. Taking aim through the scope, able to see over the mist on the car, he aimed directly for Dresden's chest, and fired. Hoping it wouldn't miss. Cause if it did, he doubted he would get the chance to fire another.

Rayden saw that his shots had some effect on Dresden,but when he disappeared into the smoke,Rayden kept his guns trained on the mist,waiting for when the elder vampire would come out. As a group of survivors made a break for it,he didn't try to stop them. They wouldn't last long anyway. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard screams and the sounds of limbs being torn apart. When Matt reached the car and grabbed the crossbow,Rayden said to him calmly,"Make that shot count. You might not get another chance". Never taking his eyes off the mist,Rayden watched as the crossbow bolt streaked off towards an unseen target.

The strange introduction of Tabea Leonheardt made Chase's head tilt in curiousity. A mood like her's changes constantly from hostile to friendly, it was odd to see someone act this way; well, without a gun in their grasps.

Chase slowly raised up her body from her bed, but fell back down because of her blood-bloated body. If she could only get back up to her feet, she would see what was going on outside; but rest was essential, which is odd for an undead creature to subdue.

"Tabea..." said Chase, looking up to her in the eyes, "Who's Darren?"

Darren: a familiar name, with a not-so-familiar face. The spark of remembering that name came inside her mind; but has she seen him before? And if so, was he present before or after her transformation?

"Sorry, before you answer, I should might as well introduce myself. My name is Chase, a two-day old vampire."

Ah, so she was a New-Blood. That's probably why she didn't know about Darren yet. "Nice to meet you Chase. Darren is basically the leader of the vampires, He's a Old-Blood, an ancient vampire....He kills anyone who gets in his way, so I choose to stray from that side and hide my hatred for him....He fights like a demon...He's pretty gruesome..." I say, looking to the side scornfully. Soon, I turn back, smiling. "I advise you to stay away from him, but you can do as you wish...Also, since you're new to the whole aspect of vampire stuff, then try to stay away from the older vampires, they're much more cruel. Also, if you do end up thirsting for blood, there are blood packs you can get in some areas....". Tabea started to wonder why she was telling Chase all this information, but soon shook it off. Starting words, that was it. Just a few tips. New-Bloods are always confused when they first become a vampire.

Dresden leaped, moving forward at incredible speed, as he twirled and stabbed Rayden in the chest with his blade, laughing at the vampire's pain. The human turned, too late to catch up with the rapid movement. No matter his skill, his eyes simply weren't good enough to follow the speed of a sprinting Trueblood. He threw Rayden aside with a flick of his arm. The vampire was not dead - the Crimson Blade was not made of wood - but the blood pumping out of his chest would weaken him greatly. When Dresden killed the rogue vampire, it would be with his bare hands.
As the human fired, time seemed to slow down. Dresden had been expecting the shot. Unlike humans, he could see quite clearly. The bolt flew at high speed. Faster than gravity would take him down, so that wasn't an option. He wouldn't be able to move his entire body aside in time to dodge the blow, although he could take it on his soldier. However, Dresden instead chose to do something foolish. Standing before the bolt, he rose on hand...... and caught the bolt in midair. The arrow tried to keep moving, jerking his hand forward, the tip stopping inches in front of his skull. However, it did not pierce it. Dresden smiled, snapping the arrow in half, as he advanced on the human. "Tell me your name, human. You fight like a vampire. Now choose to die with honor."

Rayden was expecting Dresden to come at him with full power,but he wasn't expecting to be defeated so easily. "GAAAAAHHHHH!!! GOD DAMN IT!!!",he yelled as the blade pierced him and he was easily thrown aside like a rag doll. Sliding a few feet across the ground,he felt his wounds healing but it would take too much time. Gritting his teeth against the pain,Rayden raised his head to see Dresden easily dispose of the crossbow bolt and advance towards the human. Fighting against the numbness in his arm,he raised one gun,took aim as best he could with his shaking arm and fired one shot which flew towards the back of the elder vampires head

The shot flew..... and hit. The vampire screamed, as it hit the side of his skull.He growls, turning, his eyes filled with rage. Had Rayden's aim been straight, the shot would have killed him. He rushes forward, with intent to kill this time, the wound already healing over.

"Darren," Chase mumbled his name again, "the man who possibly sired me."

With every inch of strength, she jumped herself out of the infirmary bed and stood face-to-face with Tabea, her red eyes blazing like fire.

"You... are a vampire, right? Can you... teach me to fight? Teach me what vampires do?"

If Darren was the man who changed her, them he was the one who killed Alex. If that was true, then there's hell to pay.

Tabea smirked at the young vampire, nodding. "Indeed I can and indeed I shall....I'll teach you everything I know and then it's up to you what you do, because I'm sure you have a reason for this..." she replied, brushing aside a strand of hair that had fallen out of place,"I'm not the best tutor, but I'll see what I can do....".

A bit stunned that the arrow missed its target Matt stood there for a bit before he snapped out of it. Dresden rushed forward, stabbing Rayden in the chest and flinging him like he was nothing. He glanced over to Rayden, still alive taking aim with his gun. Bang! The shot ringed out amongst the chaos, barely missing the back of Dresden's skull. The beast turned towards Rayden filled with rage.

This was his chance. The perfect distraction, the beast wouldn't be able to see it coming. Loading the bow with the final bolt, he took aim. It was more or less a straight shot, as Dresden was moving directly towards Rayden. Aiming directly at his chest once more, Matt fired. The arrow flying towards Dresden, the only thing that it needed to do now was make contact.

Without a sound, the shaft flies through the air. It hits skin, moving through the shoulderblade, shattering it. Dresden shouts in pain, but before the scream can leave his lips, the bolt digs deeper, diggin through the vampiric flesh, it's simple size mashing many of his organs. The bolt flew out of his chest, sticking to the ground. And Dresden went silent. He dropped to his knees, and stabbed his blade into the ground. He turned, and smiled at Matt, his smile filled with vicious pride. "Good shot, human." Dresden laughed, before dropping to the ground, where his voice grey faint, before disappearing.