"Is there anything you'd like to do Me? Just me and you?"

"No, no.." she started, waving her hand in a dismissing way. She knew how to pull the heartstrings of her son, and often misused him for this. She didn't mean it in a harming way, but it often was the case. "Perhaps we should find your cousin though?" she questioned, actually quite concerned with the girl's whereabouts considering they had not seen her all night and day.

Passing her son, she strolled back to the office and found herself a small shrug to cover her shoulders. "Come Aries, let's find Theta."

@Silent Observer@McHaggis



Anya stretched and yawned sitting up in her bed. She always was a late sleeper, even before she was turned she'd often miss school. She slowly ebbed out of bed, stretching again once she'd touched the ground.

She quickly got dressed, swapping her white tank top for her favorite top, putting her skirt on, and slipping into her boots. She holstered her knives and strapped her butterfly wrist band to her arm. Today was gunna be as fun as always.

Anya lived in a small studio apartment near The Kingdom bar, a bar ran by her family. It was only two buildings over and she visited often, one of the many perks of belonging to the family she could go and come as she pleased.

She was feeling kinda hungry..she'd have to get food on the way over. Smiling she practically skipped out the door, locking it behind her and walking into the elevator.

She stepped out on the ground floor, waving to the doorman "Hey Jensen!" She called. "Good morning Ms. Caper." The old man replied. He'd worked at her building almost as long as she'd lived there, he was a good friend, shame he was human and probably wouldn't live much longer.

She walked out onto the sidewalk, New York was as busy as ever, and she was almost trampled walking out of her building. "HEY! WATCH IT! JUST CAUSE I'M SHORT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN WALK OVER ME!" She shouted at said man who had nearly trampled her.

He replied with a hasty "Sorry." and walked off. Food had been found, and she followed it. Eventually they reached and alleyway, the area seemed particularly clear, and she didn't think many people would really notice or care anyway.

She quickly grabbed him by the arm, tugging him down the alley "C'mon let me show you something!" She shouted, giggling. "I-what-wait!" The man shouted, helplessly being dragged along by a little girl that had the strength of three world champion wrestlers.

She quickly tossed him over her shoulder into a few trash cans and hovered over him. "Now then..I'm hungry, and you owe me more than a 'sorry' for nearly injuring me." She spoke calmly and precise. The man tried to get up and speak, but she simply stuck her boot to his chest pinning him down and leaning in closer, bearing her fangs.

"Now, if you play nice, you get to live? Sound fun?" She said cheerily, much like a little kid would speak about playing a game. The man slowly shook his head, and she dug in, biting his neck.

After a few minutes she retracted from him and fished out a small Hello Kitty band-aid from her pocket placing it on his neck before wiping her mouth off. "Mm. Thank you mister! That's much better!" She shouted, hugging him and helping him up.

Now, what she didn't notice was he had a small pocket knife in his hand, which he stabbed directly into her stomach. "Owwww!" She cried, holding her wound, which slowly began to heal. "Meanie!" She cried, with her free hand in one swift motion she removed the knife from the holster under her shirt and returned the stabbing in the gut to him.

He slowly fell to the ground, clutching his wound. She ripped the knife out of her, the wound beginning to close more. "THIS WAS MY FAVORITE OUTFIT, YOU JERK!" She yelled before lodging his knife in his eye socket and retrieving her own, licking the blood off and returning it to it's holster.

Well, no reason to let good blood go to waste, and besides she needed it to heal anyway. And so, she finished draining him and walked out of the alleyway. Lucky for her to the common eye blood blended pretty well with her outfit, so she didn't have to worry about being questioned.

She walked the rest of the way to The Kingdom and practically broke the door down getting in. "Hellooo everyone!" She shouted excitedly. "Sorry I'm late today Jon, food was a bit...resistant today. He even ruined my favorite top! I'll have to buy a new one now.." She spoke as she walked over, gesturing towards the small tear and healing gash.

She hopped onto the counter and sat on it, swinging her legs like a kid in a swing. "Sooo, whats up guys?" She said smiling, talking generally to everyone in the room. "Your fashion sense is as impeccable as always Jeanette! No, really! Where'd you get your skirt and do you think they have one in my size?" She spoke sincerely, smiling the entire time. "Take me shopping with you next time, okay? I need a new top after today..kinda."

She almost completely ignored Theta until she had adressed everyone else. "Oh, didn't notice you halfie. I suppose your top is nice. Mines still better though, hole included." She spoke, this time not smiling.

Of course, she quickly swapped attention, laying backwards on the counter to face Jon. "C'mon Jon, pour me a drink! You know I can't get my day started on blood alone!" She told him, giggling, still swinging her feet in the air.

She wondered if any of the families had figured out her posistion in the Capers, the Blackwoods and Theta specifically. Not that she really cared, she was the Capers hitman for a reason after all.

@HaleyTheRandom



Einar shook his head a bit at Ember's first question about him appointing her as the new head of the family. "No, Pup, you know as well as I that I do not hold that power. I am simply encouraging you to exercise action in a time of emergency," he said with a smirk. It had been a long time since he had been released from the chains of agreement forged between the families. With a formal warning though the Capers and Blackwoods would have no reason to declare war against the Banes. Especially in a situation concerning the head of the family.

When Ember moved by and bumped into him slightly it pulled Einar from his thoughts. In his mind he was compiling a list of likely places outside Bane territory where the murderers could be hiding. "Before we go I need to grab a couple things," Einar said before walking over to the remains of his bed. There was a shattered trunk laying by what was once the foot of the bed. He pushed aside large splinters and chunks of what was a beautifully ornate chest. From the rubble he pulled out a long saxe knife that was even older than he was. The knife had been a gift from his father many centuries ago. It had withstood the rigors of time with very careful attention and care by Einar. The sharp blade gleamed slightly before Einar shoved it into his belt. The next thing that Einar pulled out from the broken chest was a silver and black Colt 1911 pistol. The word "Ulfberht" engraved into the side of the barrel. He threw on his under arm holster with the pistol along with a few spare clips. Finally he dusted off his black suit jacket and put it on, hiding the pistol from site.

Now that he was ready, and a few runs of his hands threw his hair, he almost looked presentable. Wearing a nice black suit, with white shirt and black tie. Kind of like the classic Secret Service look. The only thing different was that he wore black steel toed boots instead of dress shoes. "I was thinking we should stop off at 'The Kingdom' bar first. Family members from the Blackwwods and the Capers tend to meet there," Einar said with a smirk as he now waited for Ember to lead the way. His eyes, although allot calmer, still showed the mad rage inside of him, but if there was one thing Einar was good at other than killing, it was hiding his emotions.

*Vladimir walks aimlessly his jeans and t shirt showing that he didn't have a job that day and looks... relatively bored and is highly tempted to drop in on one of the families or maybe even some hybrids if he gets bored enough... not that he disliked his kind he just doesn't really fit with any of them and like to keep it that way*

Ok guys, sorry for taking so long to reply. I'm going to attempt to play Theta until the GM get's back so please bare with me.

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Sipping down a bit of her rum, listening while swaying her dangling feet, sitting on the bar stool, Theta moved the glass away a little giving a smirk about Jonathan basically in need of a new pet but was not willing to go clubbing "Too old to go clubbing....HA!...you should try it anyways, you may end up someone's sugar daddy. A strapping chap like you...or....you could always visit our...'Social club house' my cousin would be sure to hook you up." Mentioning how Aries was usually running the place instead of her.

Now about Jonathan's daughter, Theta noticed that he was still being cool about the mention of her but even if he did get upset, Theta would just laugh it off. She didn't really care if she made anyone mad or if she ever gets threatened. She was not the type to quickly call someone to defend her since she's able to care for herself but if Aries was to catch her hurt or get wind that she's been attacked, He'd be more upset about it and take action. She retorts "I see....older huh, age ain't nothing but a number. That's how I see it. perhaps I should hang with her sometime..." quietly giggling while taking another sip of her rum.

Her eyebrow raised at the question about why she was here but before she could answer, She heard another voice of a female coming over asking what they were doing in the bar. Theta looked over while sipping but displayed an innocent look on her face at the newcomer. When being complimented, Theta stopped her drinking, only to looked the woman up and down thinking to herself how beautifully shaped this lady is and gave a flirtatious smirk at her "Oh? how do you know I'm the sweetest? You want to taste to find out for certain? I may be a bit sour, depending on what you're looking for...." she retorts.

Now, during the start of this convo, a new person barged right in and sat at the bar ordering a drink, talking loudly and at first ignoring Theta but Theta didn't really mind about this little girl who seemed to be a bit of a firecracker and odd. Theta giggled amused by the term the girl Anya used but again, was not bothered. She responded to the girl "Well I could say that your top is nice for a child but....if you grow some boobs, you may turn a head or two" winking at her and bringing her attention back to Jeanette and speaking to Jonathan again "Eh...it's fine....she can call me whatever....Johnny boy.."

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Aries was not completely worried about Theta knowing she could take care of herself but he wished she'd take her position more seriously and he figured that she went on her aimless wanders again so....it was hard to tell exactly where she was but for certain, he knew she'd probably be in a bar somewhere right now. If I can pick up her scent, I know we'll find her in no time but then again, she know how to hide it to keep us from finding her but I'm almost certain that she's either in a bar or a back alley somewhere. Heading to the door, another thought came to his mind Shit....I hope she's not in enemy territory... He said opening to door to the mansion to let his mother out first before following.

*Vladimir unknowingly walks into the bar that has theta in it not seeing her he sits in a chair and gets his own bottle of rum he can't get drunk but he enjoys the taste*

“None taken.” Jon replied blandly to Jeanette. Meanwhile, Theta looked Jeanette up and down before responding “Oh? How do you know I’m the sweetest? You want to taste to find out for certain? I may be a bit sour, depending on what you’re looking for…” Jeanette gave a sultry smile and shifted her weight from one hip to another as she stood.

“Oh, I think I found exactly what I’m looking for – a good time! You must be Theta, and I… am… Jeanette! And I can tell that you and I are going to get along just like fire hoses. When we both get turned on, there’s bound to be flames.” She punctuated the saucy pun with a giggle and then looked back to Jonathan, who offered her a ‘drink or something’. Jeanette tapped her lips with a finger and cocked her head to the side.

“Well, I would, if only this place were a little more exciting – ” Just as she was about to finish her sentence, in stormed the infamous Anya Caper. She made quite the scene, as usual, and then addressed Jeanette. “Your fashion sense is as impeccable as always, Jeanette!” Jeanette crossed her arms and eyed her suspiciously, not trusting this not to be sarcasm. “No, really! Where’d you get your skirt, and do you think they have one in my size?” Anya seemed sincere enough. “You’re size? I don’t think so, but it is rather ‘school girl’, so maybe you could find something similar.” Jeanette replied with a crooked smile. She really didn’t know what to think of the child vampire, as she was one of the only creatures in the room that Jeanette wouldn’t flirt with… that would just be too weird, supernaturally well above age or not. “Take me shopping with you next time, okay? I need a new top after today… kinda” Anya continued.

For once, Jeanette got a bit serious. “About that, I know you’re a tough kid, but, you should be more careful.” Jeanette lowered her voice. “With potential hunters around, you might not want to be so flashy about what you are.” And the serious warning ended there. Yuck, she was starting to sound like her boring sister. From now on, shepherd Therese could manage her flock while Jeanette danced in the forests with the wolves, that sounded much more fitting.

Arya made a racist comment that got under Jonny’s skin a bit, but seemed not to bother Theta much. It wasn’t strange to hear talk like that these days, with the family rivalries and all. That, and some of the more fanatical or ‘religious’ vampires believed that the modern increase in dhampir numbers was a sign of the end of times, when the most ancient vampires would rise from their slumber to devour their children. You know, vampire doomsday and all that jazz. Jeanette didn’t really believe in any of that hocus pocus. Therese, on the other hand…

“On second thought, Jonny, I think I will take that drink! Surprise me with something that has a little extra kick, if you catch my drift.” Jeanette requested with a quick wink. With the crowd that was gathering, maybe this wouldn’t turn out to be a boring night after all.



Doug was cashing out a patron at the register behind the bar when Alec walked in. He turned around to see her taking a seat: a brunette in sun glasses, she looked pretty. Doug himself was a rough looking guy, the kind you don't fuck with. He was tall, chunky, bald, and covered in tribal tattoos. “So my dad’s a Caper, you know? Izzat worth something ‘round here?” Alec asked, her words slurring with her buzz.

Doug chuckled in his throat. “Yeah, it’s worth somethin’, but that ain’t a discount. Sorry, sweetie, but the lady who signs my checks is a real stickler about the business. If yer truly a Caper, that most likely means ya got the dough to buy anything on the menu, so what can I get for ya?” he replied.

Anya scooted off the counter and plopped down on one of the bar stools, grabbing the drink and tasting it with a smile "Perfect! Thanks Jon, you always know exactly what to make me." She spoke, drinking down more of the glass.

"Oh, and uh, sorry about the halfie remark. I forgot about your daughter." Anya spoke, absent mindedly sipping on her drink. "Well, I could say your top is nice for a child but..if you grow some boobs you could turn a head or two" Theta had told her, with a frown and her face turning slightly red Anya looked down at her chest. Her expression looked like she was ready to kill a fool, but suddenly turned back to a smile "Touchè" Anya replied, giggling. "I guess I do kinda have a flat chest..oh well. Watcha' gunna do." She shrugged.

She then swivled around to address Jeanette, half wishing she stayed on the counter as it required less effort to talk to everyone. "I'll definetely look, kinda...don't really have that many outfits." She replied. In truth, she had a exact copy of the outfit she was wearing and two alternate outfits that were really mostly just color and design variations of what she had on. She was a really simple person when it came to clothing, mostly cause she was kiinda lazy.

"About that, I know you're a tough kid, but, you should be more careful" Anya thought she was proobably right, but, she hadn't been careful for at-least a hundred years. "With potential hunters around you shouldn't be so flashy as to what you are." With that she looked down at her shirt, un-sticking the bottom of it from her stomach and observing it.

Jeanette kinda had a point. "Welll, you do have a point. BUT. I was already halfway here..I'd have to go all the way back to my apartment, change, then come alll the way back here." She replied. Can't run down the street half naked, pluuss how was I supposed to know he had a pocket knife?"

She noticed this weird, strange man walk in mid conversation but decided not to say anything. He smelled..odd. Anya shrugged, glancing at him ever so often from over her drink. Noticing her glass was almost empty she turned back around and sat it on the table. "Can you make me another Jon?" She looked up at him, smiling, still glancing at the random guy from time to time.

*Vladimir realizes he has been spotted and looks up his one visible grey eye meeting Anya's flickering gazes he smirked and chugged back more rum a glint is seen from his hoop in his ear as he moves... From her scent he can tell what she is but he wonders what she thinks of his odd scent*

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*Now Vladimir bursts into a grin which disappears as quickly as it was there he lifts up the bottle and inspects it feigning a shocked face a Russian accent faintly coming through* "oh me oh my so it is.... And oh no I didn't realize"*swigs rum he is so glad he isn't as well known anymore makes things like this so much more fun... Of course there used to be a time when he was well known enough to get stabbed constantly but that's not the point*

@Demon Grave@McHaggis@BlackPanther


Ember waited on Einar before finally grabbing the keys and opening the front door to walk out of the front door. Seeing him walk back into the room, she would raise her eyebrows ever so slightly. He was wearing a suit to a possible war? Huh. Listening to him once more, she would give a curt nod. "Then that's where we'll go." To each their own, she supposed. Saying nothing, she would walk down the small pathway to the car, the heels on her knee high boot's clicking. Climbing in, she would wait momentarily for her family member to do the same.

Thinking off all the possibilities of what could happen, she would finally realize all of the weaponry that he had brought along. "You know, Einar, you could have just easily ripped their throats out and left the extra baggage at home." Driving for a somewhat considerable amount of time before coming upon their destination, Ember would pull up to a parking space along the side of the road, turn off the car and get out. Walking to the entrance of the bar, she wouldn't bother waiting on him this time.

"What a pity werewolves are not allowed, Mr. Caper. No one should be caring about your bourbon for the time being. I believe you would like to hear what me and my colleague have to say."

@HaleyTheRandom



Getting into the car with Ember, Einar rode mostly silently. Only responding to her question about ripping out throats. "Yes, but these help a bit. These hollow point bullets are soaked in garlic water. It doesn't kill vampires outright, but it does dull their senses." He explained before cocking his pistol to make sure there was a round in the chamber. Then placing it carefully back in the holster. The rest of the ride was quiet.

Once they arrived at the bar Einar did a quick look about for anything that may be a trap. It was always a risk coming into vampire territory, especially for himself. He has, on multiple occasions, caused quite allot of grief for the Caper family. Especially when he "accidentally" killed one of their heirs in a bar fight.

As they went into the bar Einar remained silent, letting Ember do the talking. Mostly so he could keep an eye on the patrons, but also because anything he said could spark a fight. The Capers really hated him.

*Vladimir catches the name and blinks then remembers the heads of the family's were killed luckily not on his watch or else he may have felt somewhat guilty. With no recognition from any of them he also realizes that the head's use of him must have been kept secret which explains a lot including his lack of work lately. He chugs the rest of the rum and places what appears to be a gold coin on the table where he is sitting he may be a hybrid but he refuses to be thought of as anything less then civilized.. he always pays for what he takes and always keeps his word. He now settles back to watch the wolves and the vampires a small smirk catching his lips his pale grey eye glimmering with mischief*

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Ember smirked. Now she seen why Einar wished to come along. This was about to get fun. "You're right Mr. Caper," the girl said, pursing her lips while hanging her head and shaking it ever so slightly before making eye contact with the man. "You don't have to listen to me, but may I advise you that it is in your best of interest as well as the rest of your dearly beloved family." Her voice was cold and deadly, the words coming out of her mouth in a very harsh and stern way.

"As I'm sure you are all aware, our family, the Banes, I mean, where murdered. Only a few survivors remain in our house. We felt the need to warn you that the Capers as well as their close hybrid friends are the first ones on our list for the crime. We will not mess with your businesses, nor will we come near your houses. However, if you come in our way or admit to these crimes, I, personally will have no problem with ripping your throats out myself." Upon saying the word hybrid, she would turn her head to face the strange man in the corner before looking back to the initial crowd once more.

Placing a hand lightly on Einar's arm, she would continue."Oh, and I think you will all be happy to know that dear Einar will be overseeing the whole operation."

@HaleyTheRandom@Demon Grave
*Vladimir gives an innocent look that somehow looks wrong on his face before holding back a laugh like he would murder werewolves for kicks... actually that did sound fun but unethical he knew the heads too well to kill their families. He gave a slight look at the male and held back another laugh this guy was all rage. Vlad knew that this meant his way of handling things would be highly aggressive without any thought he may have been a pirate and he may have a stash of treasure hoarded up somewhere but he wasn't a brute... except that one time... okay maybe twice... he gives a slight shake of his head too quick to be noticed before he leans back his boots going onto the table in the most calm relaxed pose possible showing that he didn't even care about the threat and that it didn't even bother him. Something he did often as a pirate which often landed him with a knife in his throat. He was curious which would throw a knife at him first vampire or wolf*

Anya turned, staring directly at Vladimir. 'So that's what that smell was.' she thought to herself. She really didn't associate with werewolves much, much less werewolf hybrids, so she had an even harder time figuring out just what he was. "I'll handle this.." she spoke, chuckling lowly. She was about to speak further, but as soon as she began Einar and Ember entered the bar like it was their house, like they were actually welcome here. She emitted a low growl, which in reality didn't sound threatening at all and sounded more like an angry Chihuahua. First, she turned to address Vladimir "You heard Jon, shoo Mr. Mutt. Before I get really angry." She spoke, her voice full of nothing but pure hate, and her facial expression looking like she was ready to kill every single person in the room that she didn't particularly like. And then Ember threatened them all, and that tore it. She didn't draw her weapon, not yet. She knew she wasn't allowed to kill members of the other families unless they directly posed a threat to herself or other Capers, but that didn't mean she wasn't allowed to beat them up or yell at them.

Anya practically ran to reach her, she didn't really care if Einar was beside her or not, he wasn't the one making the threats for once. "Listen lady, we didn't kill the rest of your mutt friends. I would know if we did, and we didn't. Where do you get off barging in here acting like you own the place, ruining our air with your wet dog smell HMM?" Anya practically yelled at her, she was really pissed off. Even though she had just done the same minus the smell a bit ago, that was beside the point, her family actually did own the bar. "And THEN you threaten us like you actually EXPECT us to care enough to bother to interfere with your 'investigation'. Hmph. As far as I'm concerned, both of you can leave RIGHT NOW. Orrr, I can toss you out, possibly in more than one piece."

Anya paused momentarily, glaring between the two. "Your choice.". Anya was fully prepared to fight both if not all three of the people she'd most likely just pissed off, Einar and the mysterious man were the only ones she didn't feel fully confident in being able to win against. Not because they were taller, being shorter actually had it's advantages in fights, but because they both seemed older, even older than she was. And age generally meant power in the realm of the supernatural.

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As the vampire girl got closer, Embers nostrils would burn with the sickly sweet smell. So she thought that she was communicating threats. Ember couldn't help but let out a giggle. "Anya, is it," she would say sarcastically. "First off, please refrain from raising your voice. Secondly, as far as ripping out your throats, it's not a threat, it's a promise. And you being the blood sucking leach you are, I don't believe you on the subject of your innocence. There's no reason for me to. Now, hun, get out of my face before I remove you rather you own this bar or not."

((Post is short, I apologize, but, things are heating up and I would like to give others the opportunity to react.))