Deon noticed a few things. One, he was outnumbered. Badly. Two, he was surrounded. And three, some of his opponents were actually a decent threat to him. He wasn't enjoying his odds. But he didn't need to win, he needed to survive and make his opponents feel like they technically won. He had less then a second to evaluate the situation. He had take in front of him, who he wasn't sure what she could do so taking her on first was a poor choice, plus in all fairness she would be one of the easier ones to take on. He could smell another vampire weakly in the other room, powerful enough to be a problem but manageable if it came to it. What got him was the thing next to him. At first Deon was thinking werewolf, fit the bill. But something was off. Hybrid? Had it been successfully done? And he not known about it? Someone in his research team was getting their asses beaten for this. Then he had to worry about Mithias, if he gets out before Deon finishes everyone else it will not end well for anyone involved. Deon included. And.... Kathryn? Another of his kin down here? Double crossing for a reason probably similar to Kate's. "Oh no you made me kill my family. Bleh, bleh bleh, bleh bleh." He's heard it a million times. Each time more annoying then the last. Truth be told he was losing track of how many people he's done that too, just became a thing of his.

His thought processing skills were fast, but his second was running out. He needed to act fast. His six shooter could do damage, but there's no telling how effective it would actually be. Especially against his lesser known foes. But he really only had to take on one if he was smart. The Hybrid.

Deon bent one knee down until he was only inches off the floor, using his other leg to drop the hybrid behind him in a twist kick. While his opponent was on the ground Deon forced his hand on the Hybrid's skull, then proceeded to screw up his mind. Deon used his worst memories, at least worse if he was even remotely human. using memories from some of his most bloody wars, putting the hybrid in his Deon's shoes. Mixing up the memories so the hybrid wouldn't be able to tell his own memories from the images that Deon put in his head. Using Deon's most violent kills, his most violent moments in history. Then he used the Hybrid's worst memories, then proceeded to "Edit" them. Placing the others in the room as the ones who had caused them. The whole process too about 5 seconds.

Deon stood up over his new "Creation". The effects wouldn't last long, maybe a couple minutes, then they'd be able to sort out fact from fiction. But for those two minutes, everyone else would have to deal with him. "Have fun mortal lovers. I have work I need to accomplish." Then he left, leaving the antagonist of his story to have fun with each other.



Deon was warning Kathryn to leave, she wanted to, to did she want to. But leaving when there was only one door out would be.... difficult. But she was starting to hear the scuffle outside too. Things were getting intense and chances are she wouldn't be able to do much. But should she really leave him? Then the first gun shot went off, then a second. "Alrighty then, have a good life, don't die." Then she ran off down the hallway to see the thing she had been trying to avoid, her Father.



The young vampire made a deal with him. The way Hank saw it she could kill him no matter what, but she wanted to make something out of it. Get some kind of entertainment. Hank hated those kinds of vampires the most. But Hank was dying, and he was running out of time. If he got the chance to kill Deon Erickson before he died he'd take it. No matter the cost. "Tell you what, you help me get to Deon, you can have what ever is left of me." Then he proceeded to the elevator. "Just make sure I get to shoot him." Then down he went. Not caring about his own life, the lives of everyone dying outside, only about Deon Dying.

Getting down to the basement was easy, seemed most the guards so far were dead or missing. Which is good, Hank had one bullet to spare. And that was for Deon Fucking Erickson's face. Deon was on top of another man when Hank entered. Right as he stood up Hank leveled his .357, making sure his disintegration bullet was aimed right for his heart. The head was guaranteed kill but Hank's hand was getting worse as he tried to move. "BOOM!" Hank's gun screamed as he fired. Deon had just turned in Hank's direction, not having time to react to the speeding bullet. Nor expecting it. Though the bullet didn't hit Deon's heart, it went right into his shoulder almost separating it as he struggled to stay in one piece. Now his focus was broken, the effects form his mind game would be cut short. But Deon looked at his left arm with a look that was mixed with hate, confusion, and just plain shock. He was still able to react with "Mother Fucker!" Deon was armed though, his gun was in his right hand, fully loaded, and ready to fire.

Deon raised his 500 Gram revolver from his hip and fired once into Hank's Chest. The massive bullet cutting right through Hank's vest and flesh, then out his back. Hank dropped to his back as the bullet pulled him away from Deon. Hank still aliveish on his back, was able to look past Deon, past the crowed, past his own anger, and see his little girl once more. Though he didn't approve of her outfit, he overlooked at because he had another chance to see his baby girl.

As his mind was messed up Vladimir snarled. He tried to get a hold of Deon's arm, but failed. He was taken back to his worst times and given new horrible memories. To the point where all he was seeing was red.

As Deon left, Vladimir stood his eyes red with anger. He snarled and in seconds, a large white werewolf stood in his place. He roared, the sound laced with pain and anger...and a touch of confusion. His ears flat against his skull as he stood. It was the calm before the storm. His tail swisher back and forth as he waited for the first to charge him...the first to make him more angry. The first to cause him to begin.

His tongue slid along his maw and he shook his head before snapping his mouth and roaring again. He shifted his weight from one foot to another before he snapped again. His mind was clouded with the memories and they were all he was focused on.

Kate watched as Vlad changed into his werewolf form. I dont have time for this. That fucker is getting away. she had to choose. Stay and fight with the others, or chase Deon. She didnt feel confident fighting Deon alone. That was until she noticed the next man on her list of potential allies. Hank Miller. She ran by the Werewolf making sure not to antagonise it and grabbed Hank by his shirt collar, dragging him away and into cover. "Hank Miller i suggest you stay down and hide. Your no use to me dead" She said drawing her pistol and continuing to follow Deon.

Meanwhile Liam had walked over to the clearly injured Mithias Varomere and have knelt beside him. "Commander Mithias Varomere. My name is Special Agent Liam Kelling from SOLDIER Black ops unit Raven four. Formerly under the command of Sergeant Katya Moreno during the nightwars. I have you on my list of possible allies to help with a small vampire unit i have been embedded in undercover. Our units job is to kill or capture Deon Erickson before he can complete his plans. I know you may not have the strength to talk so i want you to blink once if you understood and agree to help or blink twice if you decline the offer to help take down Erickson, once and for all." He finished as he heard the roar from outside the door. He pulled his own pistol from his holster beneath the jacket he was wearing. He looked back down at Mithias and waited for the blinking signal.

Meanwhile elsewhere...



"It appears as though citizens in new york city have begun to bludgeon each other and are tearing people limb from limb. Reports are coming in that this began happening after an explosion, likely to be a biological weapon. We also have reports of people being shot multiple times and still continuing to run at their attacker. some are blaming SOLDIER for this attack. more reports when they come in..." The CNN news reporter on the TV spoke with such confidence, how could she be so calm at a time like this. Ashley threw the TV remote at the tv hitting it with out doing any damage. ""Ash calm the fuck down. We'll get that fucker for everything he's done." Sonja yelled to Ashley. "Fuck that, im dealing with this here and now. Im gonna kill that bastard for what he did to Kat, to you, to me, to the US and to Kate. He's gonna beg me to kill him when ive finished." and with that she stormed out of the barracks.

she went straight to the Generals quarters. "General, i have no doubt you've seen the news. I want a unit to go and help civilians not affected by this. i need maybe fifty men. twenty five to secure a location and twenty five to go kill the bastard that caused this shit. I have a lead that suggests that its Deon Erickson. Let me go and help. she said making it clear she would not take no for an answer. "Go but Hunter stay here. we will send chinooks to pick up survivors."

she grinned and left the room for the barracks. "Ok, i want fifty men outside in the Humvees ready to move. Hunter squad your staying on base, always gotta be marine on deck we used to say."

Taking his advice, Kathryn ran out of the room. In truth, Mithias wanted to go with her. He wanted out of this cell. He had to find out who had tried to kill him and why, and more importantly, how they had gotten a bomb put inside a Soldier car. But even more than that, Deon had said something about a plan, something big, that humans were going to "run out of bullets." More than likely Deon's ridiculous plan would fail, but the tension it would cause, the unrest and distrust, could plunge the world back into a nightwar. Mithias struggled again. He really was going to have to sever limbs to get out of this, unless of course someone pulled the release switch for him, wherever that was. He heard more voices, then gunfire. The scream that came afterward was undoubtedly Deon's, followed quickly by an expletive and more gun fire. Mithias heard what must've been Kathryn after that.

A light haired young male vampire ran into the room, saying something about a blink code. Certainly the situation was for more involved than Mithias had thought, what with all these other agents showing up. Even he might be in danger if Deon decided he'd rather have Mithias dead than allow him to be rescued. Mithias look upon the young-looking vampire and replied wearily, "Get me out of this chair, please."

Mithias wasn't surprised that Liam knew who he was. All that mattered was that Liam wasn't trying to blow him up. The sounds of an enraged werewolf filled the chamber as Vladimir lost it and went completely beast mode. It was beyond time to GTFO. "Agent Kelling was it?" Mithias blinked his yellow eyes as he stared down the hall expectantly. "I need you to find the release mechanism for this contraption I'm in, and I need it yesterday. Cut me out of you have to." It was a rare sight, but in that moment, Mithias looked just a little bit afraid.

Kathryn pushed past the person over her father. She wanted a chance to see him one more time, with out a gun to her face. The bullet that Deon shot had cut right through Hank and his vest. "Oh my god, Oh my god?! Daddy?! What do I do? How do I fix this?!" She never took any major medical courses, at a young age she was trying to study law. The only thing she knew in medical was basic CPR training and some simple stuff her dad showed her between his tours. "HOW DO I FIX YOU?!" Hank was in at out at this point, losing blood rapidly. Kathryn saw only one way to save her father's life.

Kathryn grabbed her father's arm and bit into it. Hank reacted... sharply. "What the fuck are you doing?!" She wasn't sure how to react to this other then backing off. "Saving... your life?" Hank looks at the bite wound on his arm. "Are you... Are you trying to turn me?" Kathryn was hesitant to respond. "Yes?" Hank had a look of confusion and disappointment on his dying face. You've been a vampire for over ten years, and you don't know how to turn someone? It's more then just Biting into them violently for crying out loud. If that was the case the vampire population would be tripled, at least! he looked at the bite wound again. "I mean, there's venom Kat, you can't just go biting people expectin'... expecting them to... to turn..." He passed out at this point. Too weak to stay awake. Anyone with sensitive hearing could hear his weak heart was struggling to pump what blood remained in his system.



Deon has seen a lot of things in his time. Disintegration bullets were not one of them. Though he has seen someone try to use them, but they burned up in the gun causing all sorts of problems for the user. The one that had hit him though had about removed his arm. Still was trying to remove his arm. He would need someone to re attach it once the acid stopped working its way through him. In his condition he was bound to be followed. He didn't have the staff to hold the building. No, he didn't even have the funds to pay them anymore. Too many people knew about this place now, billions of dollars, gone. All of it, just gone. The amount of vampires he would lose trying to retake the place would cost him greatly. He had back up plans in case. But they relied too heavily on other factors. And so far things were going so wrong.

Deon her the foot steps behind him. Fast, but not paced. A young blood probably. Deon stopped long enough to let the young blood get in arms reach. Then as she passed by by him Deon reached out with his good arm and grabbed her neck raising her off the ground. "You tried to follow me alone? Even with my handicap that's a big problem for you." He looked at her for a moment. "You're one of mine, I want to say your name began with a K. Was it Kathryn?" He hesitated. "No, same initial sound. Kate? Ya Kate's the name." His grip was strong, but he had no intentions on killing her. "Are you ready to help serve your species? Kate." He smiled, his other arm barely holding onto it's respective shoulder. But that didn't matter, he now had in his possession a vampire from his own blood line. Someone he could use to raise father.

Kate grabbed hold of the hand Deon had around her throat. When she realised the grip would not easily release she let go and grinned beginning to laugh. "You think that everything your doing is in the best interest of our species. Ha. Your dumber than i thought. By the way just thought i'd let you know that Im not even a vampire entirely of your bloodline any more. so good luck raising daddy Dracula with a mixed blood. Or at all cause this bitch aint staying" The entire time she had been talking she had slowly been taking her dagger and gun from their respective holsters on her belt. Deon would have been too distracted to even notice her taking them out. She quickly stabbed Deon through the wrist then fired two shots into his stomach. As she was dropped she began to run back to the fight. back to liam

MEANWHILE

Liam looked around the room there was no release switch and Mithias was welded to the chair. " I recommend covering your head and keeping low." he placed the barrel of his .44 Magnum Revolver against one welded piece of metal and fired 4 consecutive rounds into and through the metal. He did this to all 4 binds on the chair. The metal was barely hanging on at this point, leaving Liam to just yank it off so Mithias could stand. "Can you walk Commander?"

Kilo Point, Tennessee. SOLDIER Headquarters. Declaration of Emergency: Official Statement to the Press. General Marcus Feonix steps up to the podium and is introduced on screen.

A well-built military man with grey hair and blue eyes places his hands over his notes. "The Soldier organization has always existed to uphold the Blood Compact and maintain peace and security between the species since the end of the Nightwars, and for many decades, and with the help of vampire agents, we have been able to uphold that duty. However, recently, there has been a surge in vampire and other supernatural criminal activity and contract breaking. It is regrettable that our long-lived and immortal kin have forgotten the value of peace, and many have begun to return to the old and corrupt ways historical to their kind. It is Soldier's responsibility to respond to that, and to take measures appropriate to respond to terrorist vampire activity.

In light of the recent attack on a nightclub in London, where Soldier Elite operatives were present, the bombing of the UN building by an unknown Soldier Elite operative, and the recent murder of Elite Commander and project creator, Mithias Varomere, it is with both regret and a heavy sense of responsibility that I must announce the dissolution of the Elite Program within Soldier. The Soldier Elite project is hereby suspended. All vampire Elite agents will be required to turn in their weapons and equipment and badges. They will be discharged with honor in remembrance of their years of service since and including the time of the Nightwars, but no longer are their gifts and lives required to uphold the Blood Compact and bring contract violators to justice. The human species has grown enough in technology and understanding to be able to protect ourselves, and no longer can we justify the risk of arming supernaturals that have been proven to occasionally have ulterior motives. Human agents will now be able to qualify for the Elite rank and special weapons on a volunteer basis...

In regard to the very recent bioterrorism in New York, Washington, and also overseas in London, I will also make a statement. Soldier has declared a state of emergency and is diverting all resources to containing the spread of the virus and hunting down the vampire terrorist responsible within our boarders. Our doctors and scientists have already begun work on finding a cure for the viral disease, yet it will take some time. Unfortunately, during this time, Soldier will be forced to suspend its investigations into any anti-vampire breaches of contract until the viral outbreak is eradicated and the perpetrator is captured or killed. We encourage human citizens to defend themselves as necessary in any vampire confrontations.

Of course, we also recognize the survival needs of law-abiding vampires in this emergency situation, and we highly encourage all vampires to commit themselves to local feed-sanctuaries or "camps" where you will be protected and spared from facing the penalties of uncontrolled, criminal feeding, which may include capital punishment... Human citizens should remain in their homes until this crisis has passed."

Vlad's eyes clouded somewhat with the hint of illness. Shaking his head violently, he did not notice the escape of one vampire. Foam spilled from his maw like a large mimicry of cujo. A small amount of blood tinted the foam to add to the gruesome maw of the bestial version of Vladimir. A roar erupted before he drags his muzzle on the ground for a moment...his victims all but forgotten.

That is until gun shots catch the attention of the beast. Ears swivel and a nose twitches as the sickened brain switches back to predator mode. Walking on all fours without a hint of sound Vlad seems to appear out of thin air behind Liam. A snarl eachoes before teeth almost gently closed on Liam's throat and shook him violently back and forth before tossing him against a wall.

The beast then turned his attention on the other vampire. A snarl erupted as the beast tackled the older vampire bloody foam and drool oozing onto him before another head shake caused a small amount to go other directions. A moment then passed before an odd sound comes from the beast...a whimper. The virus seemed to be..unpleasant. A sharp head shake and the beast refocused a snarl ripped through the white wolf's throat. He seemed to pause then... Clouded eyes unfocused as if a part of him was fighting both virus and mind change.

Mithias watched anxiously as the young white-haired vampire urgently went about the room looking for any kind of control device, but found nothing. The only option was to try shooting the welded bands that locked Mithias' arms in place, a resolution the older vampire was just going to have to accept. He frowned and grit his teeth as Liam pressed the gun point-blank against the weakpoint of the metal strap. Just as he was about to protest the angle, Liam fired, wasting no time. Mithias jolted at the blast, barking a cry of pain just as Liam realized the bullet had glanced off into Mithias' thigh. Fangs bared and eyes squeezed shut as Mithias stretched his maw in a silent scream, stifled to the best of his ability. Fury in his eyes, he gave curt correction in a hushed, harsh tone, "Aim AWAY from me. Ghrrrh." A red glow dimly filled his eyes and he was taking bigger breaths now. "Continue... Do it." Mithias braced himself and Liam continued to blow apart the rest of the bonds with minimal collateral damage.

Finally free, Mithias used his arms to pull himself up and stand mostly onto one leg. "Good Agent Kelling. Help me walk until I heal. We can't wait for it." Then, just as Liam was about to position himself to assist his lame commander, Mithias caught a glimpse over Liam's shoulder at the very last second. Behind him was the massive face of the enraged white vampire-wolf who had stealthy closed the gap to its first target. Not even Mithias had noticed him until just now. In the microseconds that followed, Mithias' yellow eyes widened and he gasped, but it was too late. Huge fangs closed around Liam's neck from behind, muzzle covering whole neck and shoulder as Vladimir easily lifted and shook the young vampire. Blood sprayed the walls, and Liam's body was thrown mercilessly by the massive beast.

Mithias staggered back. He was wounded and defenseless, cornered in this accursed cell. Not even Liam's guns were within reach. He looked defiantly into the werewolf's eyes in those last seconds, searching for a reason, for some connection with the beast's soul. He didn't know him, nor why a wild and free werewolf of the north with such power would come to kill him, of all vampires. Maybe the wolf simply hated vampires and was taking an opportunity. Mithias couldn't blame him. Was this then to be his end?

There was no time for any more thought before the frothing monster pounced him, easily driving Mithias onto his back. Mithias reached into the soft white, bloody fur, gripping against muscle with his own claws, yet his strength was nothing to this animal. He froze, expecting to die, yet the werewolf hesitated, and did it... whimper? Inches from his face, Mithias stared at it, watching its confusion when suddenly, something happened. In the moment when he thought he would die, in a very split second, he could read Vladimir's mind. He was suffering, both mentally and physically, and he didn't really... want to kill everyone.

Another snarl ripped through the white wolf's throat, and Mithias braced himself to be torn apart.

Liam lay bleeding at against the wall, the life draining from his body slowly. He grabbed the gun from his side and attempted to fire it at the beast but it just clicked away not firing. He threw his weapon at the beast attempting to distract it. He took his knife from his belt. "Hey, Beast boy come fight me. Is a cripple the only one you can kill" he yelled pushing him self from the floor. His shoulder and neck were bleeding heavily.

It was as the beast was distracted that Kate ran through the doors, she noticed Liam bleeding and Mithias about to be eaten by the big bad wolf. She ran and jumped onto the beast stabbing it into the neck of the beast repeatedly. "Commander, i recommend you take Liam and run. This wont take a minute and it will be very messy." She bared her fangs and bit straight into the Wolfs neck.

Vladimir's jaws started to go to Mithias' throat, but he paused as a bout of pain wracked his body. Another whimper as his mouth shut and dragged on the floor next to the vampire. The foam luckily had stopped so it was no longer getting all over the older vampire, but now his regular blood was sitting his mouth. The dark almost black ooze that seemed sluggish and thick dripped as the new scratches on vlads muzzle healed. The most fascinating part was the small spider like sounds that are heard as the wounds heal.

Vlads eyes meet Mithias' and seem to ask for help...Vlad fought against the mind and the virus, but could only do so as fast as his body healed. Which while fast, still was one hell of a sickness. This was quickly interrupted by Liam tossing the gun at him causing him to snap his attention to him and snarl. He slowly stepped away from Mithias and started to walk to Liam, but was jumped by Kate.

As Kate stabbed him ooze sloshes out and spider like noises were loud as the wounds healed. He did not seem to even wince from pain, but instead seemed to get rather irritated. He snarled then roared as she bit him. He stood up at full height flipped, then slammed his back into the floor with her on him. He then got back up on all fours and reached for her...dragging her off of him and letting her fangs trail a large wound on him. The blood was getting thicker and the spider like noises were loud and rather eerie. His attention went fully to Kate. Those clouded eyes showing beastial wrath.

Anger. Anger beyond ire, beyond wrath. There will be a price to pay, and for the sake of one city, they would surely tremble beneath him. How dare they play against him? Did they not know what would become of them? How he had shattered the phone within his hands, crushing it like an ant within a god's palm. What dire news did this wireless contraption gave? It was impressive to say the least, yet for the invisible birds which carried forth message to and fro, perhaps it was not magic to the youth who drove this obviously lackluster vehicle. A wildly lost thrall as a chauffer? With a vampire Lord sitting the back tapping idly against the handle of his umbrella. Technology was for the younger generation of vampires. Those who lived as long as Bedivere had often had to play catch up to fit in with modern times, yet who could blame them? How hard is it for a man to change what he knows? Try to tell him to hold hands left over right when he has always held them right over left and you shall understand his discomfort.

Sir. The Ravens have left. London has fallen it seemed. Fallen to an attack of bioterrorism as he witnessed amateur recording of his nation's capital being attacked. Though he cared not for the dumpy little city of London, with all the history behind it was a crown jewel of his collection. Despite the rotten pit it was, it held no candle to Camelot which was safe, tucked away far from that dreary city. A mockery of the true greatness of the greatest kingdom upon this Earth, now it fell apart as a bioterrorist seemed to release a plague upon the metropolis. How the attacker managed to evade everyone and everything, detection, documentation, surveillance, any sort of trigger warning that would have foiled his plot was on the front of his mind as he held bits of metal and chips remaining. The scene around him was no different though as humans began to kill each other on the streets. The bioweapon it seemed has struck here, and news broke that D.C. was also attacked. Fortunately there were precautions for these things put into play in London at least such that the government would not collapse.

It mattered not how many humans fell and rose, sick cattle would be burned, as the British Isles knew much about crazed cows. And a self-satisfied smile flashed across his face as his accomplice mow down the fleeing humans. Lucan was all too ready to see his Master it seemed. Ah, Mithias you rascal, sowing your wild oats. Right into the heart of the storm, Deon's hideout.

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The generators died. The electricity snapped off as Deon's sanctuary darkened. The building now an open field for the vampire lord to unleash his frustration. Deon was the perfect target, and his lackies? Well, they merely got in the way. Between the erratic firing of Lucan at whatever moved, and the quick glint of Bedivere's blade cutting and stabbing his way through a river of blood. Quickly dispatching anyone that would dare to stop the Elder. Yet the writing on the wall was clear. It was here, this den of destitution did the virus find its launch. Though grossly unfamiliar with the sciences that created them, this place of Deons, with all the Draculian vampires gathered here and ran before his angered appearance, the guilt was in their eyes, and fear within their hearts. Also, Lucan in his moments of lucidity when seeing that Bedivere took care of most of those who stood before them, giving Lucan a few shots at the pathetic whelps that clung on to their slashed necks with dying gasps the mercy of a bloodlusted thrall, managed to tap into the central feed of the building to find where Mithias was and as well as Deon.

Ah priorities, priorities. Mithias was first, and then he would deal with that pathetic excuse for a Draculian vampire. And Bedivere knew Dracula, came over to England looking to harvest. Bought up Carfax Abbey, although that returned to Bedivere's retention since his passing. As old and powerful as he was, mere mortal slew him. And now London, poor London, collapsing in on itself, as its Knights were away.

"Remember Remember, The fifth of November..." Bedivere recited, Sing-songy as heads lopped of shoulders and rooms were torn apart. In the darkness he grew stronger, but now with Excalibur brandished? Oh how the sword swallowed up the light as he made bloody way through with Lucan desperately trying to keep up behind.

Sounds of gunshots echoing down the corridor as Kate, Mithias, Liam and Vladimir could hear the two approaching. The Elder's voice finishing the verses of the now-infamous tonepoem. A cry for revolution, a cry for anarchy, how ironic that it was this man of all men to sing it as he threw the headless body of a vampire dragged from gods knows were in his hand at the foaming werewolf. A dead mass thrown aside like a ragdoll, hurled to knock as his flourishing entrance. Finish of course with a flick of his wrist to catch a lock of his white hair back and rebutton his unusual white suit.

"Making new friends and pets I see Brother."

And then poor Lucan rushing up to Mithias. The Redhead throwing his arms around his master and almost tackling him to the ground.
Drink of my blood Master begged his frantic voice, losing himself entirely as bloodlust turned into mindless devotion. Mithias was in no condition to fight, and Lucan offered himself up with his neck so willing placed against those lips.

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It was a ruckus. The kind of mess that Mia usually avoided. The entire scene was decorated to her taste with bodies and gore, and yet she could very much tell that she was not in charge of the situation. Here, in the presence of so many other vampires, she was not on top of the food chain. She looked up at the big guy. Deon. He was the guy her toy had gone to hunt down, and the guy she'd promise to help him kill. Now in his presence, Mia was fairly content she hadn't been dragged into that fight. The guy was obviously an older vampire, whereas she herself was relatively weak. With the element of surprise, a bit of luck, and some preperation, maybe she could take him. But that was a big maybe, and a bunch of advantages she now sorely lacked.

Hesitatingly, Mia looked over to where her new toy had gotten himself killed. It seemed some other vamp had already claimed him, although it was clearly a newblood. The new vamp seemed to be related to Mia's new toy, based on her extensive use of 'daddy' and apparent emotional attachment. At this point Mia could easily have slipped away, sliding off into the darkness to return to her usual routine. But perhaps the usual routine had become boring, stale. And she needed something to spice it up. And she had rights to that corpse, after all. 'you can do whatever you want with what's left of me'.

Mia tapped the new vamp on the shoulder, as they incompetently attempted to turn their dying father. She gave her best smile, and gestured for the new vamp to get out of the way. "Clearly, ya don't know what you're doing. If you're gonna turn 'im, you've got to do it proper, or you just end up with a dying thrall." Of course, Mia was no expert on the subject herself. Her particular style had prevented her from ever considering siring another vampire, and she didn't hang out with her kin much. Even moreso than other vamps, she was a loner. However, unlike newbie over here, she'd been paying attention when she was turned, and knew what to do. "Now, I got dibs on this guy. So you just make sure the big scary man doesn't bother me, and I'll have your daddy up and killing again in no time squat." With this reassurance, Mia set to work on creating her very first Vamp Junior.

Kneeling down beside the corpse, Mia extended her claws. Most other vamps used the teeth, and maybe she could as well if she wanted to, she wouldn't know. But she chose to stick to what she knew, and leave the experimentation for later. Reaching up, she stabbed Hank in the heart, her hollow claws penetrating the wall of muscle that surrounded it. The neck was nice, but the heart was faster. And when you didn't need to use your teeth, it made the whole thing less awkward. Counteracting her instincts, Mia reversed the flow of blood through her claws, injecting her own blood into Hank. It had to be enough, and she had to make sure her blow to the heart was what 'killed' him. Or at least she was pretty sure that was important. Could be she was doing this all wrong. But hey, better to try and fail than to have never tried at all, as mom would have said.

Of course, this would take a moment, and either Kathryn or Deon might very well intervene. If nobody else with a stake in the matter appeared on the scene, that is.

The fear, the carnage, the agony and desperation of the twisted memories he witnessed through his brief connection with Vladimir were enough to pin him to the ground as much as the weight of the massive werewolf already had. Not to mention, Mithias had never done this before. But in that brief moment, Mithias realized that Vladimir wasn't acting of his own will, but out of instinct, pure adulterated, manipulated instinct, and that he was inconceivably ill. Mithias saw flashes of ocean, a ship, a woman, and scene after scene of vicious murder. Surely some piece of information would tell him what to do to get through to this creature.

The fangs never fell, and the werewolf's attention was drawn off while Mithias sorted out reality from the information he had gained from mind-reading. Liam had taunted the beast from his puddle of blood on the floor, but before that scene could play out, Kate appeared in the doorway shouting to "take Liam and run," and "this won't take a minute..." Mithias couldn't believe what he was seeing as he scrambled to his feet. This little grey-haired vampire girl launched herself atop this horse-sized monstrosity like it was a damn rodeo. Ah, the fearlessness of the youth. It was so often their downfall. Obviously, and immediately, her relatively tiny form was dislodged. Of course it was true that she could only have bought Mithias and Liam seconds of distraction at best and only at the potential cost of her own life. Yet, she was without question fully willing to do it. She must have been wildly overconfident, suicidal, or blindly in love with Liam.

Springy, spiderlike, sounds snapped from the werewolf's wounds as he tore Kate off his neck. Seeing how quickly that happened, Mithias knew he wasn't going to be able to move fast enough, not with Liam in tow if the insane beast didn't want them to escape. Kate would be dead by then as well. He had to try something else. If he could just get through to the werewolf, to Vladimir...

"Vladimir..." The name rang like a bell in his mind, and suddenly the winds stopped and the storm lost its fury. The waters calmed and the deck finally stopped rocking sickeningly back and forth. The screaming, which screamed, and screamed, and screamed... faded like an old memory, obscured by time. Vladimir could think again, his emotions stabilized, his thoughts becoming clear. Where the hell was he again?

If Mithias' heart could race, it did. He knew he had done something to Vlad and had crossed a line he wasn't sure he wanted to cross. Had his defenses gone down? Why was he suddenly able to do this? He trembled at the thought of being vulnerable himself and drew his psychic energy back within his walls like a rabbit scurring into its hole. Hopefully, he had reversed what Deon had done, but the implications of what had just occurred were disconcerting to the 700 year old vampire. Who might he become?

The casting of a headless body announced the arrival of one Lord Bedivere of Perfect Sinews, Knight of the Round Table of Camelot. Not a spec of blood marred his pristine white suit, which perfectly matched his eyebrows and hair. Mithias felt his attention irresistibly summoned by that familiar voice. He looked over, shirtless, shot in the leg, and gaunt in his need for blood. Oh what a relief it was to see Bedivere, his brother in blood and oath, and ally, yet the heroic knight's visit had not been expected. Mithias was familiar enough with the oldblood to detect the heavily veiled ire in his voice, but he had no idea the magnitude of events that had occurred since his attempted assassination. "Brother." Mithias replied in welcome. He was pleased to see Bedivere yet obviously still confused and uninformed. There would be much to discuss.

Then, from behind Bedivere, a child ran up to Mithias, or rather not so much a human child, but a child to Mithias himself, a child in a vampire's eyes. The vampire blinked as the blinded youth ran into him, embracing him protectively and possessively, pleadingly... Mithias allowed this, sensing no malice from the lad and knowing Bedivere could have, and would have, stopped him if it were necessary. With a gentle furrow in his brow, Mithias placed a hand behind Lucan's head and hushed him. It was a sudden lull in the battle that had been going on just until that point. A quiet fell upon the room.

Yes, fresh blood was tempting, but curiosity was the stronger. Red hair split between dirty white fingers as Mithias slowly drew Lucan back to behold him. With his thumb, he wiped a tear from under Lucan's green eye, and the mortal began to calm. "It's alright. I know you. You tried to revive me after the explosion. I remember you now, and I see you've become tainted with my blood. I am sorry for what it has done to you." Not knowing what exactly to do about this new thrall of his, Mithias held him and looked to Bedivere. He spoke again, "Lucan," for he innately knew his thrall's name, "I will help you. I will not abandon you, and I will not kill you. You deserve better than that. But you must stay close to me and obey me, otherwise I cannot guarantee your safety in my world."

"Agent Kelling? Agent Porter." Mithias needed to communicate with the squadron that had come to his resque. He kept a cautious eye on Vladimir as well, and he had yet to see Mia, Kathryn, and what was left of Hank outside. "Are you alright?"

Outside, all humans in an X radius were dead or dying as zombies. There had been a lot of them within and around Deon's building in particular, probably because it was ground-zero for the release of the virus, but there was also, another reason. Sir Bedivere and Lucan had lacerated and shot a number of them on their way down to the basement, but little did they consider the disproportionate population.... Upstairs, on the middle level, unseen and unbeknownst to the rest of the world, a true horror was arising. Masses of zombies clamored against each other in the hallways, all mindlessly trying to get to the same location, the storage room.

The ceiling of the storage room was high enough for the mountain of bodies piled on top of each other. They were all dead, truly dead, fresh zombies drained of their blood and no longer moving, and in the center of it all, was an opened, empty box.

Sasha O'Neill

As alway Sasha sat in her chair staring out of the window in her small office. Her eye's trailed the skyline of Montreal, folloing the boats that sailed through the harbor one at the time. The end of her pen had been chewed on so many times it was damaged so much, it would not be a suprise for it to break any moment. With a sigh Sasha took the pen out of her mout and smashed it on the table before walking towards the window.

Her co-worker looked up before scratching his head, giving an odd smile.

''what bothers you, lassy'' He said teasing her with a nickname he gave her for her scottish heritage. She turned around and glared daggers at him, in wich he responed by diving under his desk teasing her some more.

''ay I am a lassy, got a problem with that. LADDY'' she said in a heavy accent, one she normaly hid from the outside world.

''but now I am serious again Sasha, what bothers you?'' he said climbing back into his chair before pushing himself towards Sasha making good use of the weels underneath his chair.

''look at this raw material, it is the same story as always. Jean, again a feel-good story'' Sasha complained as she pushed the raw material in his face. Jean opend the document and read its content.

-Woman donates her blood to save vampire.
-Local studens have brought in an idea for a bloodbank for vampires.
-Young love blossems, can a man love a vampire?

''againa and again we write about humans doing good things for vampires. Accepting our diferences, bla..bla...blaa.
Why can't we write about, well lets say a vampire who fights for soldier and safes hundreds of lifes.... like Mithias''

''Keep on dreaming sweety, as if the hero vampire Mithias would ever let himself be intervieuwed'' Jean mocked before coninuing to write on his article.

''maybe he will, maybe he will not. But there are other vampires I can get an interesting interview out off''Sasha said taking up her pen once again.'' I just got to find them'' Once again her pen found its way to her mouth, a habbit she had when she was stuck with writing. This time however the pen decided it has had enough of her abuse and promptly bursted open in the mouth of Sasha. Black ink found it's way on her tongue and the bitter taste of it made Sasha spit it out. A trail of the ink had flown from the corner of her mouth down to her chin. Her lips as well were coverd by the black substance as she looked around a tad confused.
on the other side of their shared office Jean laid on the ground from laughing.

''No need to find them lassy, the way you look now you could be a vampire yourself'' he said between the laughingspurts in.

''ha ha, very funny'' Sasha said wiping the ink from her face, with her cheeks red of embarrassed.
''Just you wait Jean, I will become a first class, world famous reporter one day''

''and until you are you and I are both stuck in this lame office'' Jean said Climbing back into his chair for the second time that day, still bursting out in a small laugher from time to time.

'but not for long' She thought as she looked out of the window again, dreaming of fulfilling her dream.

Kate pushed herself up from the floor. "I'm good, i couldn't say the same for Liam though." She said looking only bruised and battered. As she looked over to where Liam was once stood, he fell back against the wall. He was bleeding from multiple wounds and he was bleeding heavily. He looked pale, even for that of a vampire. He needed serious medical help and soon. "Shit, someone come and help me with him." She shouted, darting across the room to where he had fallen.

Meanwhile Elsewhere in the city

The few Helicopters Ashley had been provided had been completely filled with the troops that SOLDIER were sending to help clean up NYC. As soon as that was clear they would move on to other ground zero zones. "Ok, everyone here's how this is gonna go down. Teams two and three are gonna move and secure the school. Team four are gonna find the launch site. Team one including me will head out to search for any civilians or SOLDIER operatives and send them to the school. Any questions? no lets move out."

Vladimir was growling when he stopped. Frozen in place by his name being spoken. His mind being fixed. He had wanted help, and it would seem he got it. The wolf coughed before looking at his paws a slow realization dawning on him. This realization resulted in his brain not acknowledging the new comer nor the body that was girls in his direction. It was simply too busy coming back from the place it had been in. He slowly looked at Liam with a look of horror. He shook his head and coughed again before the wolf became the...man.

Vladimir took off the uniform he had stolen revealing his usual attire underneath. He hadn't even noticed the other vampire or the body until he turned. He shook his head and made his way to Liam. "Shit. That was me wasn't it." he inhaled as he ran a hand through his pie bald hair. "I am sick...so my blood won't help. But I do have a spare shot of animal blood. Highly concentrated."

He pulled a syringe with dark liquid in it and open Liam's mouth. He shot the liquid into his mouth knowing it probably wouldn't full help, but it was something. "We need to head toward a hospital. I can grab blood there." as he spoke to both Liam and Kate he seemed calm. As if he wasn't freaking out over how he just tried to maul everyone.

He looked over at Mithias and noticed the caution in the vampire's eyes. A look he knew all too well. He nodded to him before standing and inhaling a bit. As he inhaled he ended up coughing again. "Damn. Whatever this is sucks. Now...we need to get out of here. Liam needs that blood....and I might need some too relatively quickly or else my other side will show itself." his grey eyes seemed slightly darker...a hint of red. The warning sign he seemed to be built with showing when he would snap with blood lust. Compared to the wolf side, his vampire side was much worse and the side he hated most.

As he looked at Mithias he managed to realize there was not one but two new comers in the room with them. He blinked and looked at the new vampire first. "who the hell are you?" Mentally, he was scalding himself for not seeing the new comers sooner. His head turned as he coughed again, the cough racks through his body and a small amount of deep red black ooze spatters out onto the floor. His focus goes back to the new comer again as he inhaled to recover.

Sasha O'Neill

''yushhh, freedom'' Sasha said when her digital clock changed from 16:59 to 17:00. Her boring day of work was over and she knew excactly where to go and relax for a bit.

''see you tomorrow Jean'' She said while putting on her old fashioned coat. She had always liked old fashin clothing, especialy those from the victorian era. Today as well she wore a light brown dress and a dark brown corset, her neck hidden by a high collar tied together with a red ribbon. In the beginning she had gotten quite a few weird looks from her colleagues but she ignored it and soon everybody got used to her weird fashion sense.

''see you tomorrow'' Jean said walking towards the head editor's office. He had written his feel-good story of the day and was about to give it to the editor's department. Again a story on how good humans are at adapting to those strange creatures we call vampires. Not even a hint towards the fact that there are many vampires working to keep the peace as well, doing there best to live their life with humans. Sasha hadn't written a thing today but she was okay with that, her last article was so popular it had given her some time with the editor department, she could deliver hers a day or two to late.

With a sigh she stepped into her volkswagen beetle and drove to the old harbor area. There she stoppen infront of an old building, from within you could normaly hear the happy chattering of the people, and vampire's. The place was called, Harbors End and had gained the name of the best unknown pub around the harbor. It had a romantic and cheerfull air to it, wich got empathized by the fact that both humans and vampires alike could come here for a drink of beer or blood. The locals and regulars of the place soon gave it the loving nickname Beer & Bite.

Sasha laid her hand on the door pushing it open, hoping to at least hear some laughter. Instead she was hit with a wall of silence so painfull, you could feel it cutting into your skin. Once she pushed open the second door she saw the bartender/ owner, Aunty Barbra. She was a vampire turned just before the night wars ended. Instead of getting greeted cheerfully with a 'want a pint honey' Sasha now got greeted with a serious face looking at the tv screen that hung in the corner of the pub, the rest of the regulars looking at it as well.

''Sasha, love come have a seat'' Robert, the human husband of Barbra said pointing at an empty chair besides them. Sasha took place her eye's glued on the screen. What she saw terrified her to the core, inmages of chaos. Something weird was going on.

She saw some girls cry clinging to their human or vampire boyfriends.

''there has been an attack, they say vampires are plotting another night war'' One boy said
''I don't want that we fought so hard for this peace only to have it shatterd like this'' A vampire girl said, her eye's hinting towards an angry red.

''and now lady's and gentleman we will go live towards SOLDIERS Official Statement to the Press'' The news anchor said as the tv screen showed another scene all of the sudden.
''here you see General Marcus Feonix, apparently he will give the statement'' The man mentioned before it became silent. Then the general began his speach.

It turned out that not only New York had been hit by an attack Washington and London had also fallen victem to this gruesom terrorist atatck. Sasha looked around herself. Why could the rest of the world not get along with one another, just like within the walls of this little pub. Her friends vampire and human alike, all under one roof, making merry and drinking together. Sasha felt a tear running down her cheek as her phone whent off. she looked at who the caller was and picked up the phone.

''Jean'' she said with an broken voice.
''You have seen it as well'' He said hasted. ''Dammit'' He cursed, he as wel was a regular at beer & bite and even met his best friend here. Said best friend sat in the corner of the pub, seeming paler than he normally was and then to mention he is a vampire as well.

''where are you?'' Jean asked with haste, Sasha could hear the shifting of gears on the background.

''Beer & Bite'' she said still listening to the next shocking announcement.

''They are putting us in camps'' The vampire girl with the reddish eye's said while standing up. ''are they nuts'' She screamed hysterical, a tear flowing down her cheeck as well.

''Sabriye, I will not allow you to go there'' her human boyfriend shouted as he pulled her in for an hug.

‘’Sasha I am coming to pick you up, I have all our equipment already in my trunk. We Will be in the big apple in 5 hourse max’’ Jean said hasted as Sasha stood up.

‘’calm down everyone, Don’t lose hope. We are going to fight this on our own ways. Jean and I will go towards New York and see what we can do and ofcourse write and publish. When I come back I want to see everybody happy again within the walls of this long forgotten pub, Beer & Bite’’ Sasha said in an attempt to raise the hope again. A sad but determend smile played on her lips as her cheeks blushed from the warmt in the pub. So much love and kindness in one place.

‘’Go get them girl, write the best god dammed piece you can ever write’’ Robert called out as did the res, following his footsteps.

‘’lets go Sasha’’ Jean said rushing into the pub. He trew a quick glance at his friend giving him an nod.

’’Yes lets go’’ Sasha said laying her hand the silver blade she had hidden within her corset. If she had to she would personaly drive this though the heart of the vampire or human who caused this mess.

‘’Lets write a headline’’ She She said while stepping into Jean’s mercedes Benz, high fiving Jean when she sat down.

Mithias felt a great relief when he saw the monstrous werewolf revert to a far less threatening form. He still could not believe that he had successfully reached the creature with his psychic gift. It was like admitting to a dangerous flaw. He almost wanted to deny using it, but how could he? It had saved his life. Regardless, there would be more than enough time to reflect on it later. For now, it was time to retreat and recover. Catching Deon Erickson was not likely going to happen tonight, but Mithias felt confident that the Elite team would get him soon enough. It was literally their job description.

With Lucan acting basically as an obedient, mindless thrall beside him, Mithias listened to Vladimir speak calmly and clearly. Being what he was, the vampire understood the state of not being in control of one's actions, and would not fault any creature for acting in the interests of its own survivial. This philosophy was of course also how he had lived with himself for hundreds of years. He looked down at the innocent Lucan and considered explaining this, but didn't. There would be so much to teach him.

"You actually ARE sick." Mithias stated in observation as Vladimir went to assist Liam. Mithias was honestly surprised. Supernaturals generally didn't succumb to illness due to their accelerated healing ability. The red light in Vladimir's eyes made clear enough his second nature, also an unexplained rarity. Mithias could only stare in wonder at the walking Russian conundrum. He shook his head, resolving to figure that one out later as well. If the werewolf was alright, mentally and physically, perhaps he'd be interested in joining the team.

"The hospital... Yes, but I am afraid I don't trust them as much as I once did. We need to get to Soldier. Lucan, come." By now Mithias' leg was healed and he began walking out of the cell. "We can take care of our own needs. I will need to equip my weapons and organize a strike team..." As Mithias, still shirtless, stepped out, he got a clear view of Kathryn, Hank, and Mia, and a number of bodies, both vampire and zombie.

The night drew on, and yet so much was happening. Little did anyone know, it was the first night of a new era of terror. The airborn stage of the virus was over, but even though no new infections would be occurring simply by breathing, a sparse horde of infected dead wandered the night, eeking their way into the neighboring communities. Relentless, they would enter homes, chase down the non-infected and kill them by either devouring them, or infecting them. Much like with vampires, a single bullet most often did not put them down, and trying to fight them with melee weapons often resulted in more infection spreading. Each night, they seemed to surge, as if some psychic force was behind them, directing their movements. Things were getting complicated for the humans.

On that first night, something extraordinary happened. A psychic call went out, a call that no modern vampire thought they would ever hear, or feel. All descendants of Draculian blood heard it in their veins for but an instant, and it chilled them to their bones. The words were clear. "To me."

The car has kept Allison and the original owner from getting infected. Meanwhile the concentration of the airborne virus was thin enough to not being able to infect people anymore. Whatever this biological weapon was, it seemed that it drives anyone crazy who breathed in this weird mist. Something Allison hasn't seen or heard about before.

The car was already running low on fuel back when Allison got in at first and now it had come to a halt. "Tsk. Great, out of fuel." It was then when she spotted the silhouette of a person walking towards them. The light of a nearby streelamp revealed that it was a man in his mid 20s with blood stains all over his body. It was another infected. That's all we needed. Allison reached for the car doors handle. "H-Hey what are you doing? You can't open the door we will die!" Allison stopped and looked back at the man "We are sitting ducks here, staying here would mean certain death." after she said these words she opened the door and stepped outside.

She walked in front of the car, with her pistol in her hand she waited for the infected to come closer. As it was coming closer he sped up, blindly charging at Allison like the last one. Wanting to end it quickly this time Allison took aim for it's head and as it was only a few metres away she pulled the trigger. The bullet went right through the infected' head, causing him to stumble backwards. To Allisons surprise that shot wasn't lethal to the infected, who continued it's charge almost immediately. Allison responded with a couple of shots but they didn't faze him. As the infected was almost face-to-face with her, it took a big swing and tried to leap at Allison. She barely dodged his attack and instead it hit the cars engine cover, leaving a remarkable dent. The man inside probably has to change his pants when they get out of this alive.
"Shit, what is this guy?!" Her shotgun would probably be more useful, but it wasn't certain if she could finish him off, also she left it in the car.

Drawing her machete she began to circle the infected waiting for his next attack. Just one mistake could mean death, she had to place her strikes carefully. Removing its fist from the dented cover the infected turned around and stared at Allison who taunted the creature.