Unfortunately, Lee's attempt to speak with the Blackmoores failed. The guard returned with with a message telling them to basically get lost. Otto sighed loudly and walked towards the car in anger. Lee stayed in front if the bar stroking his chin. This plan was a bust, the had a hostage that could easily provide them with the answers that they needed. He could always force his way in, he had an arsenal in his trunk and his abilities could wipe out a whole army. But Lee did not want to start a war, not with this much tension in the air. Lee grunted and walked back to the car. Otto entered the car once it was unlocked and Lee joined him inside. They stayed in front of the bar for some time, waiting in silence. Otto thought about going in there himself, but a war, that was far from a solution to this predicament. Lee sighed and raked his hand through his dreds. Otto suddenly bolted upward out of his seat. "The abandoned building."He muttered to himself excitedly. Lee was confused, what building. "Please explain." He said confused. " Last night, I saw a Blackmoore walk out of a building, u went inside and could smell the scent of a Blackmoore, but it was not that vampires scent. Maybe we could use your abilities to lead us to her." He said excitedly. Lee was a bit skeptical his senses were heightened even more when be transformed m, but they did not know if that was the scent of the woman that they were looking for. But Lee did not want to through the idea out the window, this was the only lead they had. "Alright, lead the way." He said with a sigh as he started up his car and began to drive, following Otto's directions.

Adelisa nodded her head and looked over at the head Executioner. "If you'd like to come with me, then come. I have the first clue in my pocket if you'd like to join me on my search. I do have to say, though" she said before turning a burning glare directed to Alistair. "I dispise Theo. If you knew the things he can do, to a woman no less, then you'd understand why. You only hate him because of his hostage, your Maria. You have absolutely no clue what is happening to her! I do! I do not care if you do not trust me, but never ascosiate me with that... creature or your little executioner can kill me and you'll never see Maria alive again. I'd rather be dead than be his... anything." She hadn't noticed the tears streaming until she felt a salty tear drip onto the bottom of her lip and she raised a hand to wipe them away. What was the point in crying? It was positively stupid. She grew angrier at herself by the second, saying monotonously "I do not trust you nor do I expect you to trust me and vise versa, but I have something you do not: knowledge of a common enemy. If you do not allow me to follow my lead, then you will not find your Maria. Anyone can come with me, I will not run off or leave. I may be a rogue, but that is not because my word is disloyal." Her head hurt from the ramblings but she was nervous and, to be frank, terrified of these men. The woman behind her was the least terrifying. She was just another woman acting as a pawn, but the men. Men were controlling, manipulating, ignorant, and merciless. Theo smirked and said "do not fall for a whore, Jar! They gather your heart and then leave you!" He chuckled and ran a bloody hand through his hair, making it matted with blood. He looked over at Maria and grinned wolfishly, saying "though, I may just wed and keep you." He ran a finger along her cheek before retracting her hand.

Praetor took a long gulp of the from the bottle then passed it back. "Save the rest, you can drink to my death or the reuniting of my that idiot and Maria." He gave them a wave as he walked away, he almost said goodbye, almost. With that he entered the night air, he sprinted down the street, finding a broken fire escape he made his way up. With his great agility he had soon moved to leaping along rooftops. He arrived in the lower parts of town soon, he and Lucian had hunted rogues here some nights even saved a couple humans from muggings and murders. However he stood still listening to hum of the city, if a drug nest had been hit, well word moved fast when it came to gangs. He would follow the sounds of death and the smell of blood, Lucian would be made to see reason or he would not live to see Maria alive. As he neared Lucian spirits began to appear, dozens legionnaires slowly gathered around him as he drew his sword, the French riders returned, with a bundle from his office, neatly polished and cleaned it had been reforged and rebuilt dozens of times, yet know he slowly pulled it on. His chest plate and shield were old comforts, yet the most important peace was his Eagle. The standard of the Legion, it seemed to give him hope and more important it made he feel even stronger. He jumped down, the streets were empty after dark around here, local gangs kept fear instilled yet as he marched towards Lucian he drew his blade. "Lucian, this is your Sire. You will stand down or you shall be brought to your knee's." He spoke with authority, it made you wonder why he didn't lead his own clan.

Maria glared in disbelief at her captor. Then she laughed bitterly. "My love will skin you alive and leave you to bake in the sun. And my sire will do worse," she told him, wincing at the pain in her chest from laughing. Damn the bastard it felt like he had broken her ribs. But even with the pain his next statement made her laugh harder. "Wed and keep me?" she asked incredulously. "As if you had the balls boy," she said, the fire in her eyes coming back bright and hot. "Only a boy treats a woman this way. This is not the way of a true male. My sire is a true male. And my love Lucian, my moon and stars, he is a true male. I feel nothing but pity for you." Each word was painful for her, but Maria was anything if not stubborn. She braced herself for the pain that would come from insulting the child-male before her. In her eyes he was naught but a spoiled brat, hurting her because his female had run off. And little wonder she had. "I suggest you wait for this female you want so badly," she said. "You couldn't handle 'keeping' me. I am not one to be 'kept'."

Adelisa, with an angry look on her face, walked over to the head Blackmoore and slapped him across the face. "You may not trust me, but I will not repeat myself. Do not call him my boyfriend, friend, ecetera. I am not going to be ascosiated with such a vile bastard. I do not care if you are the head of a powerful family. You are a man. You are like everyother man I have come in contact with." She stared him in the eyes with a defiant, angry glare. Then, she moved out of the bar, hitting Alistair with her hair on her way out. She saw the small girl outside of the bar and grimaced. "It's quite refreshing to escape such an... ignorant man. How can anyone stand him?! He can never listen can he?! I just want to slap him straight! Though I doubt he'll ever listen!" she ranted, unknowingly to the grandmother of said man. Theo grimaced at the feisty wench and grabbed the knife once again, covering her mouth with the gag again. He rose the knife and sliced her thigh. "You're lucky. If she ever talked to me like that, I'd have her bleeding and naked in my bed." He smirked at her, raising her chin to meet his gaze with his knife. "Though, it may not be a bad idea... I'd rather just bleed you out." He punched her directly in the eye then stabbed the knife into her other thigh.

Maria screamed through the gag. The pain was intense, blinding. She threw her head back as she lost even more precious blood. Would he really kill her? If she died, this child would suffer greatly, would pray for death. But if she died... Lucian... The flame-haired beauty, blood and tears pouring from her, turned her eyes to her tormentor. The corners of her vision started to go dark, tunnel-y, but she could still see him clearly for the moment. She only stared, her eyes judging his actions. He was only proving her point now. He was acting like even more of a spoiled child, hurting her more because he hadn't liked hearing the truth. He might break her, but he would never take her fire. Her pupils widened to where they were almost black. She needed to replace the blood she was losing. Her screams of pain started taking on a snarling edge to them, her fangs nearly aching with the need to bite and feed. It was hard to look menacing while crying pitifully and praying for the pain to stop, but somehow she pulled it off. She banged her head back repeatedly against the surface she was restrained to, her fangs gnawing at the gag. Her fangs were smaller then others, dainty and feminine, but still sharp as a scalpel. The leather was thick, but given enough time and she could cut it. The pain and the forced starvation was turning her more animalistic. She wanted blood... Her eyes fastened on her tormentor's throat. The urge to sink her fangs into it, to rip it open, was incredible.

Adelisa looked at the small girl with shock evident in her expression. "He's never hit a girl? As in, not even a tap?" The girl must be lying. Right? Adelisa never met a man who never hit a girl. Beside her father, but anyother man she came across never had a problem hurting a girl. She felt like crying again, but knew better than to cry in front of people and embarrass herself a second time. "I guess he could be different... but I would never stab anyone that isn't looking to harm me." She winced as she said it, almost instinctual. "It takes a lot for me to harm someone. A slap isn't bad, but I hate hurting people physically or otherwise." She looked at the redhaired girl accompanying her on her travels, a smile softly appearing on her face. "You remind me of my mother, though a lot funnier than her I think. She was a gypsy, believe it or not." Theo smirked and stood from his position, swiftly moving toward the door. "Hungry little wench, are you? Well, you'll have to wait until I feel like feeding you. It may take days or even weeks, but we'll feed you... maybe." A sadistic grin spread across his lips and he walked out, slamming the door in the wench's face. He looked to the guards and said "do not let anyone in unless I say, got it?" They nodded and Theo walked away, only to run into one of his men. The man was the one who failed to kill anyone and let Theo's family die. He smiled at the man as the man spoke. "We saw her, sir. Your girl is out with a little redheaded child." Theo grinned like a chesire and he said "good work, Cascius. I believe you've earned yourself a reward. I give you full permission to go to the pirate wench. Though, ungag her, would you? I like to hear the screaming." The man nodded eagerly and walked past him, telling the guards what he heard. The guards let him in and the man walked in, hunger in his eyes. He walked over to the girl and removed the gag, leaning in close to her. "You're quite a treat" he said, him licking the blood off her neck and letting his own neck be exposed to a hungry vampire. He wasn't the smartest man.

Béatrix: Béatrix gave Praetor a curt nod as he took a swig of chartreuse and headed off. If one didn’t know any better, they might have taken that whole exchange as friendly and cordial. Trixy wasn’t sure how to feel about it, she was just glad that one less non-Blackmoore vampire was in her presence. She now turned her attention to the others in the room. Trixy almost breathed a sigh of relief when Alistair said that he’d rather not send her with Adelisa. If Trixy had to spend any amount of time alone with that insufferable brat, surely her gun would put a bullet hole in a vampire’s head, be it Adelisa’s or her own. When the childlike rogue had the gall to slap the Head of Clan Blackmoore, she nearly sent the barstool hurling at the her, with the hopes that one of the legs would find her heart. Instead of being so brash, she simply growled low in her throat and eyed the girl down until she was finally out of the bar. Evidently, Alistair shared Trixy’s relief in the girl’s temporary absence. “I can’t believe I ever wanted to become Clan Head.” he said aloud. Béatrix smiled and cocked her head to the side. “Come now, surely there are some pleasures to being on top?” she said with one eyebrow raised, a wink hidden in the sparkle of her eyes. Jareth: Jar heard Theo call something along the lines of “Don’t fall for a whore, they’ll just break your heart.” At that, he gave a hearty chuckle and yelled back at Theo over his shoulder. “Fall? Brother, I never fall.” He said snarkily, with a thick layer of cockiness embedded in his words. Jareth emerged from the underground catacombs, cloaked in shadows. No vampires, aside from Theo and a select few guards, in this city knew who he was, and he liked that - It gave him the freedom to wander the streets safely. Although he carried a packet of O-neg pills in his pocket, if anyone knew that he was the supreme vampire drug lord, he would be killed by someone hoping to take a seat on his throne. But, only he knew the recipe, so that would be a bit for naut. Better to be safe and secretive about the whole thing, regardless. With his scarlet red guitar strapped to his back, he took to the streets, looking every bit the enticing rock star. The wind tousled his perfectly styled silver and black locks and the sound of leather rubbing together filled the air as he walked. He wore devastatingly tight skinny jeans, a white tank that read “Keep Calm and Rock On” in a trendy fashion, topped with a leather jacket covered in studs and multiple straps and buckles, making it look like a marching band jacket. He whistled a mysterious melody as he quite literally prowled the streets.

The street was silent as Praetor approached, in fact the entire block was dead quiet, as he grew closer he would smell the blood and after a few more steps he would see it. They were everywhere around the home and the smell of blood was so strong from inside it was sickening, there were bodies scattered about some torn limb from limb, others cut expertly with a sword and some even seemingly melted with the intensity of his soundwaves. The undead would even grow restless at the pure aura of destruction and hate that exuded from that house, the street lights began to flicker as something stirred in the darkness inside the home and slowly something made its way from inside and the front door slowly crept open to reveal pure darkness and out of the wall of black stepped Lucian, dripping with blood, eyes filled with madness and rage, Praetor would see it in his eyes like no one else would, that same madness that same vile hate and uncaring for life that had shown so brightly in the eyes of Dracula. Lucian's hand was still wrapped around Fang and blood was still dripping from him as he walked slowly forward, "Hello Brother..." Lucian wore a smirk as black as his soul, "And here I thought we might never get to talk again..." In his other hand Lucian held the head of one of the men he had slaughtered, ""It had been so long Abraham... He held up the mans head and looked into its eyes, the frozen terror still shinning in them, "So long since I tasted of fresh blood..." He dropped the head allowing it to roll to Praetor's feet, "So long since I tasted of the pleasure only killing can bring you..." He looked around him at all the undead Praetor had chosen to bring, the smirk on his lips only growing as the cruelty in his eyes did also, "Your friend isn't here Abraham...Only I remain...Only War remains." Suddenly and with no warning the ground started cracking at the sheer force of his power, "These humans...these rogues...All need a ruler..." He motioned to all the blood and chaos around him, "When you crush an ant beneath thy boot does it make you evil? Or do you realize that you are a higher form of life? If I have the power of a god, am I not a god myself?" War held his gaze on Praetor never once breaking eye contact, as the world around them started to break and crack around with the sheer force of the power of War.

More and more specter's began to appear, two legions worth now. He stared coldly at Lucian, the blood and gore around him was nothing, the ground breaking beneath him. "You should not forget, I another man called himself a god. I saw end to him and to many more like him. Now, I have news for you Maria's alive, the Blackmoore's are planning a rescue. I give you a choice, go to Pluto in the underworld or drop the sword and ask I forgive you for this sin. If you attack then this night I promise to show you why I hate our kind. Why I reap vampires, why I will not rest until my Legions are avenged and anyone who dares threaten humanity is put to the sword." He raised the eagle, this time five Legions answers the front rows locking shields archers preparing to fire. These did not look like his normal ghost's they looked real, full of color and life. As if this call to action, the return of the there Praetor to lead them was enough. Yet strangely you can see that they are missed-matched, each Legion only at half strength as if there is a missing piece. "You call your a god, then let me show you the power of my home! Romans, forward, Mars guides our hands!" With that the Legion begin it's advance, Praetor himself stood in front he raised his shield and spun his sword and stepped forward giving Lucian the first attack.

At her name his eyes seemed to cool a bit, "Maria Lives..." Lucian watched in slow motion as Praetor and his legion marched forward, his sire as cold as ever marched forward his shield and armor making him a much harder target, Lucian was torn between himself as War fought for control from the inside, "Would you kill one you practically raised? Would you so heartlessly slay one who calls you brother?" War held up both his hands and smirked harshly, "Don't you see Praetor...No matter how many times you slay Dracula...In some form He will always return...Because you yet live." War, without warning, unleashed a blastwave of sound with such force it uprooted trees and pushed Praetor and his legionnaires back, "Even now he fights me...Lucian Loralen is stronger than anyone I have faced..." The air itself began to vibrate with sound as War prepared to put a final end to The Roman, "With this I right the wrongs of this world." War raised his right hand...but he couldn't open his fist to unleash Lucian's strongest attack that had earned him the name War, Lucian held fast keeping the fist closed tight to keep him from attacking, "YOU ARE WRONG!!! DRACULA NEVER FULLY RETURNS BECAUSE WE YET LIVE!!!" Lucian turned to his sire, his voice but a whisper, "forgive me..." And then using his powers he launched himself high into the air and used the last of his power to launch himself hard towards the Tortuga.

Praetor While Lucian had fled, Praetor now found himself in rogue feeding grounds with audience having arrived. Dozens of rogue Vampire had come from across the city, these filth were here with one purpose in mine, blood. Failing that they wanted him dead, he was infamous among the vampire community already. No doubt someone had a bounty on his head. The Legion just swiveled and advanced, as grinned a toothy smile. "Finally, I've been wanting to kill something all day!" He surged forward, these rogues would be dead soon and then he would go home. He was glad he had a relaxing activity to do before then, all the stress had been getting to him. Auria Auria had arrived, she had spent years tracking Abraham Van Helsing, the man she believe to be her missing friend. She was just now arriving at the Kingston house were she hoped he would be. She had followed the rumors and destruction for years, yet he appeared then vanished so quickly that it became hard to pinpoint him. Still she hoped the lead would pay off, as walked up to the door she gave a gentle knock. She really hoped this hadn't been a waist of time.

Mirabelle's eyes fluttered open at the quiet knock. She quickly sat up, her gaze looking around for a clock though the bright light in the window indicated it was still day. Fixing her hair, she stood up and approached the door. Before opening it, she glanced up the stairs and then around the house--it appeared to be still empty, and worry settled in. Then she pulled the door open and a woman stood before her, her old age the most distinctive thing about her. One guest after another was taking its toll on Mirabelle, but she forced a polite smile. "How can I help you?" she asked.

Auria was impressed with the young women who answered the door. She seemed very polite and friendly, however Auria quickly realized that she was the clan head. Giving a gracious curtsy she stood back folding her hands behind her back neatly and asked the all important question. "Is Abraham Van Helsing here? And if not is he a member of you clan?" She asked in a calm and polite tone, her eyes however swelled with hope. She prayed to Jupiter her search had finally ended, she missed him dearly and if he wasn't here it might crush her.

Mirabelle blinked, her hand rising to rest clutched at her chest. "He is a member of this family. I'm Mirabelle Kingston, the head. But, he left a while ago to find one of our members and has yet to return," she answered. "May I ask who you are? Would you like to come in?" The woman seemed friendly enough, but Mira's smile didn't have the energy to reach her eyes.

Mithias listened and watched the scene unfold. Praetor left, Adelisa left and took Morven as her escort. Alister was regretting unlife since becoming a clan leader. All this time, Mithias had been silent and observant, but finally he spoke. "This is quite a predicament you have here."