Adelisa watched from her shack as the rogues started for the docks again. A small smirk appeared on her lips as they looked fresh. "Here it goes again" she said in a soft voice. She slid out of the shack, her dagger in her hand, and shouted "why, you lot look new." The group turned to her and, as the madness of being a new vampire with the desire for any kind of blood was extremely fresh, began their predatory stalk toward her. One of the male rogues growled animalistically "you should watch your tongue." Their red eyes bore into her soft blue ones and she grinned. "You shouldn't feed on your own kind, but I guess we both have things to work on." They all hissed at her and circled her, like a pack of hyenas. The one man launched at her, but she quickly threw her leg out and shoved his upper body toward the ground. As he fell, she shoved her dagger into his back, twisting for good measure. Two attacked her, but she moved out of the way and let them attack eachother. Three of them were much smarter than that and attacked from each side of her, one of them using their fangs to dig into her cheek. She shoved her dagger into two of them before hand, but her blood made the already bloodlustful fledging want more. Adelisa was soon on the ground as the third jumped onto her. She held off the vampire until she reached for her dagger and quickly slid it across the fledgling's neck, slitting open her throat. Blood splattered all over her face and she groaned as she shoved the body off her. She got to her feet and laid a hand on her cut cheek, knowing this was going to scar. As a healer, her vampire ability to heal quickly transferred to another person to heal them. In this case, the scratch would heal but it would heal to the point of a scar. A sigh escaped her lips as she realized she was going to have yet another scar to hide.

Setting The Mood It was a quiet night, then again it was always a quiet whenever Cole came to this bar. Not one of the most nightlife spots in the city and that was exactly what he needed every now and then. Sure it was fun to drink, dance, and bring girls home a little break from the routine did him good. The place he was hanging out at tonight had a relaxed atmosphere, the crowd wasn't that big, the music was on low so as to not disturb anyone having a conversation, and the drinks were as good as anywhere else in the city. Cole however never came here to simply relax because this place had a history. It's where he and his brother would hang out every now and then when they were fresh out of college. It was a reminder of the old days when they did jobs for not so clean characters and it now served as Cole's place of business and place of mourning. He sat at the counter with a glass of Grey Goose vodka in one hand and his switchblade, Crimson, in the other. Hey little bro how you doin? I'm doing...fine I guess, still doing the jobs we used to back in the day. Only change is I got a new crew, real shady you'd love 'em. Ah what am I talkin' about you know this shit already you were there...I miss you bro, tell Ma I miss her too. God knows she ain't talkin' to me after that night, he said to himself while taking a sip of his drink. The bartender, Calvin, had come over at this point to check on him. "Ey Cole, you alright man?", the portly man asked. Cole and Jonathan had been regulars at the bar so Calvin was a close friend for a long time, probably the closest the boys ever had to a dad. "Yeah Cal I'm fine just remembering the family", Cole replied with a hint of sadness in his voice. "Hey I miss Jon too, the little bastard was always drinkin' outta my stock when he thought I wasn't lookin", Cal let out a soft laugh upon remembering all the times Jonathan would try to pull the same trick on Cal. He always saw when Jon did it but didn't always call him out on it. Cole chuckled slightly before taking another sip and speaking, "Yeah he never knew when to quit" "Neither do you kid, gotta learn to stop mournin' the dead cause they ain't got nothing to worry about. Jon is in a better place...as for your ass not so much", Calvin poured himself a glass and with Cole raised their glasses. "To Little Jon, I hope you still hate that name, kid!", Calvin yelled before gulping down the entire glass. Cole wasn't as energetic as Calvin and simply said, "Don't wait up for me little bro" loud enough for Calvin to hear. "There ya go! Keep on livin for the dead", the bartender cheered before heading back to serve a customer who was impatiently waiting for his drink...that Calvin just drank. Can't keep livin' if I'm already dead Cal, Cole thought before opening an envelope he recieved earlier today. This is when his other job begins, Cole never had a set job description-a setback of working for criminals-instead he'd get an envelope that was left at a drop off point. Inside the envelope was his offered job, if he accepted it then alright, if declined then he'd simply have to put it back at the drop off point before the days end or depending when the job had to be done. "Let's have a look see..", he mumbled before reading over the page long instructions. "Tonight...Chelsea Piers...boat drop off...pay is 2K...done",he whispered as he read over the paper. The details didn't concern him, all he needed was a location, type of job, and pay to decide whether or not he'd take it. "Later, Cal. I'm heading to work", he said before laying the bill on the counter. Cal waved as Cole made for the door, "Hey take care of ya'self!" Arriving at the pier Cole had waited for an hour before the boat finally arrived. The guys on it who were responsible for loading the cargo into a truck nearby seemed a little shaky. It was probably explained why in the description but oh well. They were halfway done unloading the boat when a couple of guys showed up...guns in hand. "We'll be taking the shipment now", one of them said before firing off a round into the head of one of the boat loaders. Cole jumped behind cover just before they turned their guns on him, "Are you fucking kidding me!" he yelled before blind firing around cover. He could hear one of them falling to the ground. Got one, he thought before waiting for the other to run out of ammo. Despite being a vampire it still wasn't fun getting shot...plus he didn't want to ruin his clothes. A few seconds passed by before the shooter would ceasefire. Oh you fucked up now man, Cole thought with a grin before dashing around his cover and grabbing his attacker. The man quickly began to decompose the longer Cole held onto him. His skin began to shrivel and rot while his teeth fell out along with his hair. His internal organs seemed to liquify before gushing out of the now open chest cavity while his eyes shriveled up like his skin within his now rotten skull. Once it was done all that was left was corpse which looked to be at least two hundread years old. "Alright lets get the rest loaded into the van-shit", he was speaking to the surviving boat loader but realized he'd also been killed in the shooting. "Now I gotta move all this shit myself...great!", he groaned before dragging the rest of the shipment into the van and driving off the the drop off point when it was done. Arriving at the dropoff a man in a suit was waiting there, he did not speak to Cole only handed him an envelope filled with 2k in cash. "Next time, arm your guys", Cole commented before leaving the van and walking back to his apartment. Inside he simply turned on the tv and relaxed with phone in hand. He was almost always on call for work. An apartment like this wasn't cheap so he took what paid well. Despite the surprise shootout this was just another night.

When the fighting had started Lucian let loose like he had been wanting to for years now, he became wild and animalistic but with the skill and swordplay of very old vampire. His blade never slowed as he tore apart his enemies and for the first time in a long time truly let himself go. Adrian was strong and beastial but his control was greater than that of Lucian, prefering to fight using his powers, Adrian had stood there and then when he was advanced upon he simply let his sharp nails sink into his right palm and suddenly the rogue was filled with massive red claws as sharp as a razor, "Fraid not youngling." Adrian then much like a spider trapped and cruely tortured most of his targets, because anyone who threatened the well being of his family deserved no less. By the time it was over Lucian was drenched in blood smiling almost like a child at christmas and Adrian was as clean as when he started. Lucian smiled and went to stand next to Maria only to find her missing, "guys...Maria...is gone..." he looked like a confused drunk trying to make sense of things.

When he admitted he knew her sire, Klaus watched Beatrix's whole demeanor change. Unsure if that was good or bad-- "...I could show you just how fun it is to be a fighter and a lover." Oh, probably good, he decided, watching her a she stalked away. He rubbed at his nose, allowing his gaze to flicker away. Two thousand years and incoming flirting still threw the man off guard. When the head spoke again, Klaus' gaze was reeled back and he looked down again at the mess. With a wrinkle of his hook nose, he shook his head. "Perhaps I'll start my share come tomorrow night," he said, raising his shoulders helplessly. Then another member of the Blackmoore family who had been relatively quiet until now spoke up, bringing attention to an absentee. Not knowing of this Maria, Klaus fell back into an alert silence.

And that's all it took for the pieces to fall together. Of course, how stupid she was... The way the rogues ambushed, surrounding each one of the Blackmoore's and blocking their sight from each other. And then there was the fact that they began to retreat even though they had a shot at victory in the skirmish. This attack was planned, and it was more than just a fight, it was a kidnapping. "They took her." was all Trixy said as she looked up to Alistair and Lucian, her face as cold as stone. But why would the rogues do this, challenge a strongly established family, unless... Beatrix narrowed her eyes at Lucian singularly now. "If this has anything to do with your pathetic family so help me, I will show them true pain." It all made so much sense now, and Trixy spun on her heels to face Klaus. "Is that why you're really here, to watch your little Mirabelle's plan come to light?" She growled, and to think, she was starting to like this one up until now.

Suddenly the attention was on him again, and Klaus remained frowning when confronted. Only his eyes narrowed as he processed the situation; he knew the rogue attack made the Kingstons look suspicious and it certainly didn't help that a Blackmoore went missing. Doubt finally trickled its way into his mind. He had thought that Mira would have no business orchestrating an attack like this, but now he wondered how the rogues would benefit from abduction. He finally spoke, slow and deliberate as he sorted his own thoughts as well, "I know nothing. Mira has no connection with the rogues, however." As far as I know, he thought to himself. He made a point to maintain lose eye contact with Beatrix and spare Alistair a glance as well. It was definitely a good time to take his leave--he didn't want to meddle too deeply into family affairs--but his protection of Mira as her sire held him there a moment longer. If these Blackmoores decided to act against her, he'd prefer to know before returning to the manor.

Lucian's eyes cleared of their drunken haze before filling with anger, "They would do no such thing...Preator wouldn't..." suddenly his eyes mpved to the ground as the reality hit him, they might have...it was war out here...love had never stopped the kingstons before. Lucian stood there forcing himself not to scream until the ground around them caved in. He turned to Klaus who was his family as well...and his eyes spoke volumes...they sent a simple message, Did you do this? Adrian fixed his suit and turned to Klaus, "I wont accuse you of anything without proof." Then his eyes turned dark red as his blood armor covered him in a shell, "But if I find you or your little family, guilty of this...You will burn."

Theo sat at a round table in a smokey, dark room with the only source of light hitting the poker table in front of him. He looked up at the group of rogues he turned a year ago and grinned, his fangs glistening viciously. "All in" said the rogue to the right of him. The others groaned and folded, but Theo smirked and matched him. The brave rogue seemed a bit more nervous, but he showed his cards with the same confidence. "A pair of spades" he said smugly. Theo chuckled, but was interupted when a woman dressed in a scantily clad french maid uniform. She bent down and whispered in his ear of the appearance of another vampire. Theo said loudly "let him in." The woman nodded and scurried back to the door, opening it to a clean yet grimacing man. "Theo, we have a problem." Theo nodded, staring at him to continue. The rogues around the table turned their attention to the new arrival, wondering the same thing Theo was. The man again spoke "one of the families here are very strong. They killed all of the men and women you sent. They even had a rogue girl help them, killed Jack after Jack pushed a girl on the concrete and ran toward her. The rogue girl even healed the blue eyed chick. Then we went after the rogue girl and she killed them too. We got one of them, though. Real pretty lookin too." Theo shook his head and said "you will not touch the girl you've captured. We need her intact... As for the family, we will do as we usually do. Kill them all off. A rogue girl that can heal, you say?" A malicious smirk appeared on his lips and murmured "I've found you now. No escaping me anymore." He threw his cards into the table and said "Royal flush." Adelisa decided to go back to the docks after cleaning up the bodies around her home. Noticing the group was still there with the addition of a male made her hide in the shadows once again. She heard them blame the other family, but she knew who did this. He always did this. She heard the group talk of hunting down the girl the rogues took and she sighed, murmuring to herself "Theo, you've done it now." She moved deeper into the shadows and said "I told you there was something coming. I told you. If you wait any longer, your friend will be just another corpse. Don't pay attention to the trap laid out and you'll end up like the rest." Tears streamed down her cheeks and she never knew she was crying until the tears streamed down her neck and landed on her slightly chapped lips. "They never listened" she said, the buildings echoing her voice. She looked around and started walking toward a smokey scent, smelling like a... fire. She sprinted frantically to her home, where all her valuables were for the time being. Panic set in as she ran closer and closer to the fire, knowing her home was destroyed. Adelisa saw the flames engolfing the shack, the wood coming undone. Her eyes widened at how quickly the house set aflame, she was only gone for a few short minutes. She fell to her knees, knowing her mother's locket was in the blazing fire. "No" she said softly.

The weight of his words did not fall lightly on Trixy's ears. Alistair trusted her enough to be charged with tracking down his beloved daughter. Whoever was responsible for this slight against the Blackmoore family would pay dearly for their folly. Madame Vengeance would destroy them all and leave ruin in her wake. Trixy prioritized her plan of attack. If the group was splitting up, she had to make sure the area was clear before dawn. Beatirx darted off into a nearby alley and awakened a sleeping bum and gathered a few druggies up. She compelled the humans to get to work cleaning up the docks, telling them they would face a painful death if they didn't get it done before sunrise. She then told them that they would forget everything that happened once they were done cleaning. The humans simply nodded, clearly taken by her spell. The simple minded were always easier to control. Beatrix turned her attention now to more pressing matters. She looked out in the direction that most of the rogues fled, but she was more clever than that. The rogue that had Maria wouldn't go the same way the others had, it would be to obvious. The scent of vampire was everywhere in the area, making it hard to track by smell, so she extended outward and sniffed around the circular perimeter surrounding where the attack had occurred. First Beatrix picked up the scent of the large group of rogues that fled in the same direction... then the musky scent that Klaus left behind.. and finally. "Maria" she whispered and reached out with her mind. The wispy tendrils of consciousness found nothing to latch onto, Maria was either too far away or she was... NO! Trixy shook her head, not willing to entertain the thought. This was a power play, Maria would be kept alive and held hostage... at least that was Trixy's hope. Trixy took off in the direction of Maria's scent, her speedy footfalls barely making a sound on the pavement. The trail took her through some very questionable areas of the city. Her leather trench billowed out behind her as she jumped down from a rooftop. Maria's scent was fresh and strong here, perhaps the rogues were behind the very door in front of her. A door that remained suspiciously unguarded. Trixy hid idly in the shadows and attempted to listen for anything that could help lead her in her search.

Trixy listened and waited, but silence alone kissed her ears. She growled low, she would not fail this mission... it was too important. Losing Maria could very well break Alistair, it could break the Blackmoores. Beatrix retrieved both of her glocks from her hip holsters, ready to fire, as she emerged from the shadows. Trixy barreled towards the door and forced it open with her shoulder. Upon entering, Trixy attempted to take cover and poised herself to shoot. Empty. The abandoned room was empty of any enemy rogues. Beatrix couldn't detect anyone present mentally, but Maria's scent was everywhere. It was like she was right there in the room. Trixy lowered her gun-wielding arms to her sides as she walked further into the room, following the strong scent. The very moment she saw it, her lips formed a terrified little 'o'. It was no mystery why Maria's scent was so pungent now. On the wall opposite Trixy hung the dress Maria was wearing, tattered and bloody as it hung from a nail pinning it to the wall. Beside the dress was a grim message scrawled in Maria's blood, it read: "There will be Blod" Trixy's eyes blue eyes studied the message, reading it over and over again. The misspelling of 'blood' was purposeful, it was capitalized. What could it mean, aside from the fact that Maria was far from safe and no where near this abandoned building. The rogues must have known that the Blackmoores would send out a tracker, so they created a false trail. A really believable false trail. Beatrix put her guns back in their holsters and proceed to rake her fingers through her hair as she paced the room. Maria could be anywhere, scared and bleeding. Beatrix walked up to the wall with message and used her smart phone to capture a picture of it to show Alistair. Trixy then ripped the dress from the nail and bunched it up in her hands. How could she ever face Alistair with such a failure burdening her. A rage like none other pulsed through her and she punched the wall. Hard. The drywall and paint cracked and fell to the ground in a cloud of dust, even the studs behind it cracked with the force of her blows. Once she felt adequately pacified she stormed out of the building, Maria's dress still clenched in her fist.

Otto strolled down the frigid New York streets with his hands in his pockets. This was his first time her in years, he has enjoyed himself for about 5 years by traveling around the world. He had gone back to his home back in Europe only to find out that his ancient home had been demolished. He had been down for a few second before picking back up and continue on with his makeshift vacation. Otto walked down a empty street not to for from the docks and saw a groups of human trying to clean something up. But Otto simply ignored then and walked into wan alley, humans were always kind of weird to him, even when he was a human. Then Otto stopped in his tracks, a strong scent wafted through the air, 2 powerful scents. He tried to ignore it but it was like trying to ignore an itch on your back. Otto walked out of the alley and could trace the scent to a building across the street. He watched as another vampire stormed out of the building angrily with a dress in her hand. With the scent he could tell she was a Blakemoore. But Otto knew better,je would let her leave, then take a look at the building himself, the powerful scent was still emanating from it, although it was not linger as powerful. Otto leaned onto the alley wall and smiled as he watched the vampire walk away.

Lucian managed to catch Klaus' gaze and the ancient offered a "no" with a slightest shake of his head. He also proved lucky when he wasn't pounced at by the Blackmoores, though a little ruffled when one threatened him and Mira. The corner of Klaus' lip twitched as he bit back a snarl and his brown eyes flickered a deep red for just a moment. This predicament was larger than him, however, as were the Blackmoores' numbers, so he couldn't afford to be antagonistic. Fortunately for himself, Alistair spoke. "Very well. Good luck to you all," he spoke curtly as the tensity in the atmosphere grew. His gaze fell on Lucian, prompting the Kingston to follow if he chose before turning to leave. He was quick to return to the manor and even quicker to find the Kingston head. She must have been playing the instrument, because when he found her in the den, Mirabelle was setting aside the cello to greet him. "I suppose you're back because you're too cheap to pay for a hotel room for the day," she teased, standing up. Klaus typically paid for what he needed with the money taken from his mortal victims among other things, but he let her comment go to instead warn her of the night that had transpired. Sure enough, her smile quickly faded and the stress returned to crease her forehead. "Fortunately, Praetor's...apprentice was with them, so he can offer them further doubt about your involvement. But I recommend being either with Praetor or myself at all times until they sort this out." "Involvement? I've nothing to do with this--we have nothing to with this!" Mirabelle retorted sharply. Her family knew to stay out of trouble, especially when it came to the Blackmoores. Right? Her sire rolled his eyes. "Yes, well, but they already doubt that. They're angry, love. You need to be careful regardless. This family business of yours was a...an interesting idea to begin with, but the issues you've spawned with the Blackmoores..." He allowed his voice to trail off, seeing her anger and frustration fall beneath the surface, her expression passive. "Thank you," she said finally. "I know you rather not be involved. I'll see what I can do."

Praetor had gone back to the kitchen, taking a seat he got out his most recent test. His time as professor was grand, the students were great and any vampire who went near the university was never heard from again. He did not tolerate the death of the bright young minds in his care. He was dedicated and caring teacher, he loved inspiring them and telling them stories of Rome, it was the only place anyone seemed to value history. In today's world he felt out of place and alone, unlike others he sired Vampires when he saw a man who needed to do more, be more. He loved and hated what he was but he could never bring himself to end it, he was a monster yet one who loved and cherished the world. Sighing he finished grading the last test. He reached up and pulled the glasses off his eyes, he had always had needed the glasses to read better it seemed, receiving his first pair from a very kind man when he first landed in America back when it was colony. He rubbed his eyes and sat them back down on his face before getting up, tucking the tests back in his bag. He decided to get himself a drink before retiring back to Mira, finishing the blood pack he walked in on her conferencing with Klaus. "I'm assuming something going on? Your not normally back this soon." Praetor chimed in from the door, forgetting to remove his glasses.

Klaus stepped away from Mira to scowl at Praetor. I'm not a Kingston, he reminded himself before speaking aloud. "Mira will be happy to explain, I'm sure. Though the sun'll be up soon and an old man needs his rest," he said, melodramatically draping his arm across his forehead. He paused there, earning an unimpressed frown from Mira, before shrugging and turning to leave the room. "G'morning, love," he said to Praetor in departure, much in the same way a mortal would use "good evening." Mira sighed and her hand rose to tug through her dark hair. "A Blackmoore's gone missing. Rogues, I believe, but Klaus fears their blame will turn on us," she explained to her loyal bodyguard. "I need you to get a message out to the others quickly--we need to lay low and out of their business until they sort it out for themselves."

"Ah Klaus, lets not fight. In fighting is what caused the fall of your people." He smirked and turned back to Mira. "Of course, I shall send out messenger spirits right away. I'll stay here, I think it would best if I were to remain here encase anyone shows up. Besides's I promised to keep you safe miss." He snapped his fingers suddenly what looked to be French Knights on horse back appeared, there ghostly faces looked more like smoke then flesh. Praetor took a moment to scribbled down a note, before sending each one off to find the Kingstons and deliver the notice of return. He sighed taking a seat waiting to see what happened next.

Adelisa cried out in pain for the things she lost, tempted to go into the fire and grab her things. She remained outside, but heard a faint ringing. She looked around and saw it: a pay phone ringing. She walked over to it and picked it up, hesitantly answering it and putting it to her ear. "Why hello, my little pet." Her eyes widened in fear, but her anger replaced it. "You're not going to defeat them. When they find out, they'll destroy you." He scoffed. "When I find you, I'll have to punish you for underestimating me. I've killed multiple families off at the same time. I have done things, little girl, that you cannot even imagine. Now, if you come home, I'll give them back their precious little member. Of course, she's beaten up pretty badly. You'll have to heal her. She doesn't have that much time left and I know you wouldn't want a dead girl on your concience." Adelisa went stiff. She was silent for a moment before saying "why should I care about a girl I do not know? A girl that would probably tell her family where I was and then kill me when they got the chance. I am a rogue, Theo. Not a Blod or a Blackmoore or a Kingston. No one cares about a rogue. Not even one that's there to help them kill you." Theo hissed and said in a loud voice "you little brat! I gave you this life! I could've let you die in that alley, but I saved you! And this is how you repay me?!" Adelisa whimpered softly, her mind setting into the fear of this man again. She replied defeatedly "I'm sorry master." She could almost hear the smirk on his lips. "Good girl. Now, come back to me. You'll know where I am from my disguised scent that's only for you." She gritted her teeth, but her mind went else where. She could tell them where he is. They could attack and kill him. She sighed and said "okay." He chuckled and said "and don't even think about telling those families. We'll kill the girl on the spot if they even set foot near where I am." She rolled her eyes at that. The girl was much too valuable to the family for him to kill her on spot. He needed the girl and she knew that. "Do not worry" was all she said, though it was an easy lie, before hanging up. She knew she had to find the family heads fast. If they were to know where the girl was, they could help. She went back to the docks only to see the family head left. She followed his scent slowly toward a bar. Her usual anxiety set in. A bar- a tavern- an alley- men- a group of men- knives- murder- Theo everything washed over her at once and she tried shaking it off. No sense in losing her senses just yet. She walked into the bar and the acohol wafted through her nose, such a strong scent. She looked around for the head of the family, but couldn't find him. Eyes watched her and she knew why: she was dirty, grubby and new. New faces were easy to identify and that was what thickened the atmosphere. She kept looking for the Blackmoore man, wondering why his scent led her here. Theo grinned animalistically after hanging up the phone. He starred down at the girl his men captured and smirked. "Though you are no Adelisa, you are pretty." He knelt down face to bloody face "but you are not what I want. Just get used to these conditions for a long time. Adelisa did and she was fine." His mind reeled with his slave girl after hearing her on the phone. She was his, he turned her and kept her. He took care of her. He looked back at the girl and smirked, saying "you'll be the reason she comes back, so I should thank you; but you probably don't understand a word I'm saying from all the blood loss... oh well." With that, he walked out of the dirty, crimson covered room. He looked at the guards manning the door and said "do not go in there. Only I am to enter and exit unless I give them permission to do so." The guards nodded and Theo walked down the hall to another room where his men sat. "Good first night, you made your presence known, you found out just how powerful these houses are, you found my wife, you burned her runaway house down, and you captured a pawn. Now, get ready for them. I sent my wife, unknowingly, to talk to the heads. They'll most likely be here within twenty four hours. Prepare yourselves." He smirked. "This will be a bloody battle."