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The alabaster vampire with the lion-like golden eyes quickly finished all of his drink and set the mug on the table. Praetor and Mira had arrived, non-nonchalantly conversing as they approached the kitchen. Perhaps they were used to strange guests, which would make sense with such a poorly defended house. Perhaps it meant Mira already had a qualified guardian... Mithias met Praetor's cool, suspicious gaze. Unfortunately, before he could say anything remotely stupid, Mira stepped out to answer a knock. For the moment, he looked back to Praetor, who was eyeing him, and his lethal gear, up and down. He bowed to the vampire with the silver sword, paying no heed to his rudeness. "Please forgive my unannounced arrival. I come on invitation from the Lady Mira Kingston regarding a private matter which we are to discuss. I needed to investigate before agreeing to meet with her." He shared a knowing look with Praetor. "Killing a lot of vampires earns you powerful enemies now doesn't it?"

Praetor sighed looking at Mithias. "Yes, killing Vampires earn you many enemies, but well..." He looked at his blade then smiled. "I've got practice, killed Dracula with a little help and Klaus is... Well he doesn't have a kill count like I do but he's no slouch. So boy what brings you here? Come to join our strange little family, if you have then I Van Helsing would be proud to count you among us." As he spoke, a Gaelic specter in chains walked over collected a blood pack and brought it to Praetor before fading away, leaving Praetor his snack. "You make call Praetor, Caesar stripped my name from the records so I have is my rank and no other Praetor to share it with." He looked at Klaus. "Maybe I should offer you the job." He simply bit into the pack drinking it that way, faster than the cup.

Adelisa watched the fight and noticed the one get hurt. She saw the fourth running toward her hiding spot and instantly went into action: she swiped her leg under his, making him fall on his face, and then stabbed him in the back with as much force she could muster. She knew her hiding spot had been revealed, but she also knew that she was much older than these rogues so the likely hood of her death would be a little less likely than the newly turned. She looked up at the group that arrived and knew they were not new. Her eyes swept across the lot and her eyes landed on the bleeding vampire, her head obviously injured. Of course, she didn't like the look of it. As a healer, she hated injuries of any kind. She still made no move to speak seeing as there were men that travelled with the woman, but she put her finger to her lips in a shush manner before pointing at a shadowy figure watching the men, one in particular. Adelisa couldn't pin point who this man was, but she knew he had to have lead this crusade. She just hoped the short haired gunner would heed her warning.

Mithias listened intently, gathering all the information he could about the vampire before him. Insults left and right from this guy, boasting about killing Dracula, and referring to himself as Praetor and Van Helsing. Mithias paused. ... It was obvious why Mira needed the extra help and had sent him that letter. Her current help was bat-shit insane. Mithias said nothing as he noticed Praetor continuously fondle his pommel. Mithias conversely carried an arsenal of chemical weapons, guns, and explosives, in addition to several different blades. He considered that Praetor must have done all his slaying during a time when a sword was enough and has since failed to keep up with the times. Perhaps he was exceptionally good with a sword, even amongst vampires, yet even still, he must've had something else. Mithias gasped softly and stared as if entranced by the specter that floated through the kitchen. "By all that is holy..." He said, shocked. His question had been answered.

Praetor chuckled watch his face. "My power allows me to summon those I've command throughout my life, I'm a necromancer. I've got Roman legions, British pilots, and many more at my beck and call. Before you say it, yes I am rather old, but I am not insane. I simply spent my time hunting and killing vampires thought out Europe and America, I am only here because this is the first reasonable clan I've ever come across." He threw the blood bag in the trash and sat down pulling his sword from it's scabbard and cleaning cloth, gently he began to clean the blade almost like a child being cradled by it's father. "I notice you were staring at the blade, yes I know it's a relic of a weapon but it's art, I've studied just about every sword technique out there, my soldiers make up the difference. Hard to argue with a thirty American's blasting fully automatic weapons and chucking grenades."

Emilia looked around seeing that they were now about to fight the Rogues. "Hahaha. This is going to be fun.." the rebel vampire said as she would run towards one of the Rogues that were running to HER. Emilia quickly teleported in a puff purple smoke, hence her super powers. As she landed above the rogue and fell on top of the Rogue's body stabbing his head with both of her sai's and ripping the head off the body. Yup, she did that. "Wow. I haven't done that in a while..." she said shaking her head looking at the others that were in the docks. A hand was wrapped around Emilia's neck as if about to choke her but she quickly teleported out of the grab, right behind the Rogue. "Hey! I am the one that is suppose to do that to you. Idiot." she rolled her eyes and saw the Rogue running to her but she was so kick to make a high kick right on the jaw. She grabbed her sai weapon, both of them of course and threw them at the Rogue as they were impaled right on the head as the rogue fell down, dead. She walked to the Rogue grabbing her weapon that was impaled in the head. Smiling she quickly turned around to see what the others were doing. Emilia smirked as she ran to the battlefield, used her vampiric speed and kicked ass!

"Don't lump me in with you," was Klaus' response to the comparison of kill counts. He wasn't too fond of bragging of his killings of other vampires; while he disliked the majority, he didn't go out of his way to kill one unless self defense was a reason. It was this attitude, among others, that prevented him from joining the Kingston family. His gaze flickered between Mithias and Praetor, his arms crossing over his chest as he stood to the side. Meanwhile, his ears were open to Mira, making sure she didn't encounter trouble at the front door. Mira stared at the strange person before her, studying his unique features as he studied her plain ones. "Well I'm the head of the family, so you come at a good time," she said despite the exchange of bitter words going on in the kitchen. "I'm Mirabelle Kingston--just Mira is fine. Come on in, Mr. Heidrich," the woman added, stepping aside to lead the other vampire in to where the two ancients were squabbling in front of the guest. "Preator, do try not to intimidate our guests--" she paused, eyeing the golden eyed stranger as his jaw dropped in some sort of awe. Then she grew silent for a moment, her gaze flickering to everyone in the room. It was a bit of a full house so she would have to handle this gracefully. "Praetor, will you please help Mr. Mathias Heidrich here? He's seeking asylum within our family and I'm inclined to give it to him after you ask him some questions and make sure he's a good fit for the family. "And I didn't catch your name," she added, her blue gaze following on Mithias, "but perhaps we could take a walk? I'd like to give Praetor and Mr. Heidrich privacy as well as you and me." Then her eyes flickered to Klaus pointedly. The older vampire sighed and pushed away from the table. "I just got here and you're kicking me out. Luckily for you, I'm thirsty anyway," Klaus provoked, flashing a grin at Praetor before quickly leaving bounding out the kitchen and then out the front door.

Hedirich followed quietly behind Mira to the room with the others, he hadn't expected to see such lively behavior or banter, but possibly he had just become accustom to the solitude that had been his world for several years. "Danke wenig Frauen." He said courteously with a half bow to the woman Mira, "Oh but please there is no need to address me with mister. Heidrich serves well enough, seeing that I am probably the youngest vampire here by far." Finishing with the ghost of a smile Heidrich straightened his stance and turned slowly on his heels to face the man she had addressed as Praetor, "At your leisure Herr Preator."

The old necromantic vampire was quite perceptive, having reiterated almost exactly what Mithias had been thinking. "Indeed." Mithias agreed, although a pack of machine-gun wielding Americans was not what he had in mind. "Your gift is astonishing. I am extremely curious." Of course he was. First off, the fact that there existed a supernatural power to summon spirits potentially confirmed the existence of an afterlife, unless those spirits were merely telekinetically manipulated matter in the form of ex-soldiers that Praetor remembered from his past. Could they possibly be true souls?? Mira returned from greeting Heidrich. Before going with her, Mithias said one more thing to Praetor. "Perhaps another time, Praetor, you would see fit to indulge my questions?" Mithias was honest and forthright, but not without sinister purpose. He had never encountered a vampire with a power like Praetor's, and would have completely dismissed all such rumors as fairy tails until now. Images of pirate ship ghost stories came to mind, and Mithias began to wonder. He would need to understand the extent of Praetor's power incase the night came that he ever needed to fight him. Mithias turned to answer Mira, and the two began to walk away. Mithias folded his arms behind him. "I do not expect you to recognize me by sight, Ms. Kingston, but you will recognize my name. I received a simple letter, signed by you, requesting my presence." They two slowed down as the pieces began to fit together. "Normally I would have dismissed such a thing, but you mentioned certain... skills, that I posess, and then it came to my attention that you head a family of vampires in this city, a city in which of course, I do unfortunately have distant relatives." The two stopped upon entering a large living room, and Mithias faced his host with pointed gaze. "Please forgive my aggressive appearance, but if I am baited into a potential trap with my family threatened, I do so as professionally as possible. ... I am Mithias Varomere. Did you really want my help, or did you not send that letter at all?" Standing not 5 feet away from her, Mithias stood waiting like an annoyed older brother. Mithias Varomere... He was the one that was said to have no sire, seemingly appearing out of nowhere in the 14th century. It was the name that through years of travel and research was connected to the mysterious disappearances of once-infamous vampire tyrants of the dark ages of eastern Europe. The theorized "vampire hunter" would have to have been also an immortal himself to have lived so long and dispatched so many. He and his name seemed to have vanished in the 16th century, yet he was credited for having played a large role in maintaining the secrecy of the vampire species for that period of history. Was this really him?

Praetor nodded to Mithias. "I will answer some questions, not all. For your safety and mine." He voice seemed to change a little, colder and sharper than before. he flashed a frown at Klaus, he did not like the man or his habits but he was Mira's sire he could tolerate him if it meant he kept this position. "Hedirich before we go would care for a snack or drink? This could take a bit." He spoke sliding his sword back into the scabbard hidden within his long silver coat. He had learned over the years how to go from a playful and friendly person to a tough nonsense general, his long life had softened his heart and helped him to see the world better.

Adelisa's eyes widened when the man turned toward the woman bleeding. She sighed and stepped out of the shadows, knowing there was no point in hiding any longer. She slowly, very slowly, stepped towards the group of people with a soft, unthreatening look. "I can help her, I am a healer" she said in a soft, cautious voice but keeping her head low, not making any attempt to look them in the eyes. She wanted to just help and leave as per usual.

Beatrix felt cold all over as consciousness returned to her. Despite the pain, she closed her eyes tight and pushed herself up off of the ground. Trixy was not weak, she may have gotten knocked down, but she was nowhere near out of this fight. She opened her eyes at the scent that wafted up from the pool of her own blood, it only served to fuel her fire even more. The wound didn't worry her, in fact, her forehead was already starting to heal. Bloodlust was guiding her fight now, and the sweet and spicy taste off a freshly turned rogue would be just the thing to quell her appetite. She raked her eyes back and forth, taking in her surroundings. A few of the rogues had been taken down, but there were still countless others running amongst them. Alistair was coming to her aid, but she held up a halting hand to him. Beatrix De la Croix needed the help of no man. She turned to see a young vampire rogue that appeared to be retreating. Come to mention it... a lot of the rogues seemed to be pulling away. But why? They had the upper hand. Although she was weary of the rogues' battle strategies, Trixy chose her target. Forgoing her beloved guns and relying on pure animalistic instinct alone, Beatrix launched herself at the nearby young rogue. She wrapped her legs and arms around the newbie vamp from behind, clinging to her target with a great amount of strength. Trixy grabbed a hearty fistful of the vampire's pretty auburn hair and ripped her head to the side. The force that Trixy used caused the skin on the rogues neck to split and dark vampire blood began to seep out. Beatrix' eyes lit up with scarlet hunger and she savagely sank her fangs into the rogue's flesh, not caring that she was practically bathing her face in blood. The sanguine delicacy served to accelerate the healing in her forehead, but it also influenced her personality in what some would say were 'negative' ways. Trixy turned her steely blue eyes to another nearby rogue. She tilted her head to the side and gave the girl a crazed look, looking more like she belonged in an asylum than at the beach. The rogue girl had offered to heal Trixy earlier, claiming to be a healer. Most likely she was just trying to cover her tracks and save herself. Trixy saw her for what she was, a liar and a turn-cloak rogue. Beatrix let loose a throaty growl through bared fangs at the girl. "Oh, I very much enjoy the taste of the pretty ones, Ali." she said in a eerie sing-song voice, but her stoney gaze was locked on Adelisa.

Heidrich shook his head slowly, "No thank you, I require nothing." He had finished a meal on the way over, and besides that he always liked to know exactly where his blood had come from. As he studied the man with the title of praetor he couldn't help think of his lost master that had told him stories of fighting Romans back when he was still a mortal of the German Barbarian Tribes. After a minute or so Heidrich's mind refocused and he stood rigid as he waited to take the next step forward.

Praetor shrugged and swiftly turned away. "I believe we will make use of the study for this, come." He picked the copy of Dracula laying on the table turning back towards to the study he set a brisk pace towards it. He did not like conducting interviews but here Mira's word was law and no matter what happened he would follow her, unless she broke one of his rules then he would have to battle her and the clan. He arrived in a lavish study placing the copy of Dracula down on the table he took a seat bidding his guest to do the same.

Emilia stopped fighting the Rogues, having a blast as she did because it was very fun amd she hasn't had this much fun in a long time! Besides, this was just a warmup. Who was the real enemies? No need to answer. As Emilia was walking back to the others she felt something stabbing right on her stomach, she looked down seeing that it was a dagger from a Rogue. Emilia's eyes widened as she turned around looking at the Rogue ane killing him in a blink of an eye. She took out the dagger that was stabbed in her stomach, holding her wound. "Fucking.....Idiot...." Emilia said falling down near a garbage can.

Adelisa slowly walked over to the bleeding girl that was just stabbed, making no attempt to look threatening in any way. "I won't taste good, if that is what you are insinuating." She kneeled down next to the stab wound and lightly touched it, the wound healing slowly. "I usually ask permission, but seeing as you might as well be dying, I think it is necessary to take action." She stepped stepped away from the brunette as the wound fully healed. "You must be careful, yes?" Adelisa glanced at the dangerously blue eyed female looking to kill her. "Now, if you wish to have that healed then let me do my job without harmful means. If you wish to further threaten me, then I will just leave you bleeding out of your head and feral." She hid her face behind her hair, showing a rather mysterious glare. Her eyes scanned the expressions of the group and she rolled her eyes, brushing her hair out of her face.

Mira lead Mithias away from the other two, blue eyes politely wandering about and occasionally flickering to him as they walked. As he revealed his identity to her, she maintained a cool enough demeanor though her expressive eyes gave away her surprise and interest. The man before was a myth among even vampires, and yet there he stood: dark with golden eyes. Well, that's assuming he lived up to the stories, at least. "Family," Mira repeated, her gaze dropping for a moment before raising to meet his again. She noted his already irritated demeanor and said, "First, I'd like to thank you for coming. I know you didn't have to, so I appreciate your time. "Second, if you don't mind me asking, I'd like to know what you mean by family." She was wary; if he meant the Blackmoores, she didn't want what this man had to offer. Hell, if he met another vampire family in general, she'd be cautious, but perhaps--like Mira--he also had humans to look out for. Klaus was quickly off the property; he made a point a long time ago to stay out of Kingston business and intended to continue doing so. Besides, he didn't like their rules, which of course made him a target to Praetor, but the brute wouldn't disobey Mira. He grinned a bit at the thought and continued his stroll. He wasn't on the hunt despite his statement as he had fed before arriving. He almost regretted not waiting, as the night was suddenly dull. His walk took him further into the city as he searched for some fun--perhaps a human to share the night with--when the scent of blood found him on the wind. Vampire blood. Klaus slowed to a stop, his eyes turning toward the docks as he contemplated his next move. He could ignore it and continue with his night, which was probably the safest option. On the other hand, he could confront the scene. And he was more than tempted to do so; Klaus was a lot of things, but apathetic to the suffering of other vampires was not one of them. Sure, he didn't like them, but unlike Praetor, he acknowledged what they shared in common. "Pardon me, lovlies," he muttered, brushing past a mortal couple as he crossed the street to approach the docks. He made a point to move quickly, but as quietly as he could at his age.

"Humans, Miss Kingston. Those I consider to be my 'family' are human." To tell the truth, Mithais expected a scoff from her, but he was dead serious. She could presume he was talking about either close human friends or perhaps something closer, such as living blood ties to actual descendents of his. Afterall, vampires were turned, not born, and Mithias looked old enough to be a father. "Of course I will not tell you which humans I am specifically concerned with, but suffice it to say I will potentially protect any of them. I will help you with your rogue-vampire problem."