Wraithblade6 said
Mithias dropped the letter he had been reading at the sound of a massive boom. Fire light blared brightly in through the narrow, barred basement window that ran the top edge of Alex's basement room. Mithias gasped and ran over, peering out to see fire, rubble, and the remnants of the building's front all splayed out onto the delicately manicured lawn. "The devil's work is this?" He spoke to himself. Looking just long enough, his eyes caught a dark figure on a rooftop in the moonlight. odd place for a human to have been at the time of an explosion.Within seconds, he heard human voices, running footsteps, and screams. Not wanting to be discovered, Mithias quickly locked the door. He waited, and by some miracle of god, Alex did not come back to his room. Mithias put his ear against it and listened. Footsteps, going up stairs, back exit. Alright. The hunters and the rest of their household were vacating. The building was on fire. Mithias unlocked the door, about to run out when he stopped suddenly, and looked back at Alex's things. He wasn't sure why he looked back, but the urge possessed him to grab something: a small, glass-covered picture of a girl, "Margaret."Shoving it in his pocket, Mithias stole out. If he moved fast, he could get to that man he had seen on the rooftops, just outside the Kingsley gate. Fairly nonchalant about whether or not he was seen, he ended up running out the shitty, flaming opening at the face of the manor. In the darkness and firelight, it was debatable whether any human would see him, much less suspect him as a vampire. Yes! the dark figure was still there. Mithias ran forward, drawing his two swords mid-leap over the wall in pursuit of this heedless bomber.

Wraithblade6 said
A black streak, only the trained eye could have discerned Mithias as he dashed across the courtyard toward the perpetrator. Blade flashed in the light as he swung himself up to the rooftops. The being he was after had fallen into a pile of manure and was stuck. Mithias looked at him from the ledge. He pointed a blade. "You tried to burn the Kingsley manor with an explosion? You'll pay for that."

ayzrules said
-Alex-Alex narrowed his eyes as he watched the flames, feeling an intense anger boil under the surface. Beside him, the carriage driver seemed a bit anxious, and the other hunters were either panicking or as calm as ever. Seeing as no one was paying any attention to him, Alex slipped away from the group, unnoticed. He seethed silently, determined to find the vampire that decided it'd be to light the manor on fire. Though he had kept on a mask of nonchalance back inside the mansion, in reality, Alex was a major hothead-but he would never admit it, always calling Margaret the one with a temper (which was true).He'd tried to make a good first impression on the Kingsleys, but that could all go to hell when there was a vampire on the loose somewhere out there. He moved swiftly through the underbrush, making his way back to the path before continuing along the edge of it, with one foot in the forestry and one foot on the beaten down dirt. Alex knew he wasn't a very quiet person, but hopefully, with all the commotion, the vampire wouldn't be too quick to notice Alex coming up upon him. He had no weapons, but that was fine. He could improvise, or use his bare hands.Alex was so overly confident about taking on a vampire for the first time outside of London that he didn't notice the rustling up on the tree above him. When he finally notice it, he was already far, far away from the flames. It was considerably smaller in the distance than it was up close. Alex doubted that any of the hunters who had evacuated knew of his absence. He was on his own, and the very idea of it was thrilling.As he slowly turned around, Alex's heartbeat began to quicken. With fear, or anticipation, he did not know. He peered into the shadows of the foliage, but everything was still. Frowning, Alex looked for a way to climb up the trunk of the tree, but he found none. He exhaled slowly, so as not to draw the attention of the vampire that could potentially be hiding there, and settled down to wait for day. After all, the vampire had to come down sometime, and it had to be before the sun was up.

Whirlwind said
Evelyn held her coat tighter as a chilly wind brushed past. Townsfolk began dispersing coldly, unfeeling towards the injured man as whispers of tonight being ‘cursed’ spread about them. If she hadn’t been so worried for the writhing man in her wake she would have turned around and scolded them a like the children they were. She heard the man mention acid burning him and she was shocked. she said in a whispery tone, just from the awfulness of it all. How could such evil exist? She knew she couldn’t touch him very well for fear of getting the acid on herself, but she was not about to let him sit out here and moan in pain. she started, taking another step, when he whispered his secret to her. The words should have hit her ears like a cymbal crashing but it was almost like an explanation. Perhaps whoever did this thought they were a vigilante. Shaking her head, Evelyn held out her hand a foot from the man’s long dark mane of hair. she whispered back, eyes more determined now

AngelBites15 said
Claire ran outside of her house in a long sleeved knee lengthed nightgown with no shoes. Her long wavy dark brown hair waving in the wind. She saw the flames and had a negative feeling in her chest. She watched the flames as the wind blew. Until she felt a presence of a vampire nearby....