Morganna leaned up against the cold, slightly wet, wall of the building in which the man she was tracking worked in. She had been watching him for weeks now, waiting for the right moment to approach him. He was beautiful and she had developed a sort of obsession with him. She wanted to make him a vampyre. Make him one of her. To give him an immortal life that she could spend with him. Morganna was lonely, and after 110 years of loneliness one gets tired of it. He was the one, and she was determined to have him for herself. She lit a cigarette and took a long draw. It would be awhile before he came out again, but she’d wait. She’d wait forever. After all, she has forever.

Octavian walked down the street into St. Raine's Square. The slight breeze blew threw his jacket sending chills up and down his body. As he turned the corner into St. Raine's Square his white eyes picked up a few people some mortals and one Vampire. He loved his mental powers and how effective they where. Getting a little bored he started to wonder about what he could do to cheer himself up. He saw a mortal put down his umbrella as he walked under a tree. Octavian focused on the tree and made it shake causing all the water on the tree to crash into the man. Octavian laughed to himself as curses pored out of the mans lips, he thought how annoying to but up your umbrella after a rainstorm just to be drenched. Octavian did not care because rain does not fall on him unless he wants it to.

((OOC: Sorry it is short))

Morganna in her early years as a Vampyre had taken up cigarettes and the years of endless loneliness had turned her into a chain smoker. Who ever said that Vampyres couldn’t become addicted to nicotine? Putting out the cigarette she lit another. Looking out towards the sound of a male mortal cursing she sensed something. Perhaps it was another Vampyre, perhaps not. She stood rigid and scanned the area with her dark purple eyes. She took a step deeper into the shadows as not to be seen. Her black leather coat swished behind her as she moved. Wiping her long black hair out of her face she awaited for the being to make itself known. If it was hostile, she’d be ready. She needed to fan out her frustration on something.

Walking along the sidewalk and just really looking for something to do, Nacrosix stopped. He had felt something, to do with that tree that had just, somehow, shaken itself and soaked that mortal:

"Strange. I think I may not be alone down here tonight."

He began to walk again, but at the next alley way he went in and started to climb the buildings wall. Reaching the top, he saw his first meal of te night. Some low life had made his home on top of the roof, and Nac was hungry.

Walking over to the mortal , the mortal was sleeping, he reached down and picked him up by the coller. The mortal stank of alcohol and Nacrosix could tell straight away he was not going to enjoy this meal, but he was hungry. He thought that maybe he would let the mortal have a quite death in his sleep, not this was him. He enjoyed killing. He shook the mortal.

"Wha..wa...what the hell you doing?"

"Nothing, just a little hungry"

With that Nac grabbed the mans head and quick as he could spun the rest of the man's body. The gently and continous clicking of breaking bone was music to his ears, and then the head came off. Scarlet blood washed down Nac's face and he took it all in.

After he had finished his meal, Nac walked to the edge of the building. Drawing himself in, he crouched motionless on the buildings edge, like a statue. He began scowering the street for the vampire he was sure was down there...

She was right, there was someone or something else nearby, but the scent in the air had changed. Human blood could be smelled. She took in the smell and felt it send a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She licked her lips almost unconsciously. Walking the alley in the cover of the shadows, Morganna slipped her fingers along the wall. Her long red blood nails that matched the color of her lips made a scratching noise ever so faint.

The wind blew around her and the smell became stronger. Her thoughts of the man she was trailing were put to the back burner as she trailed the scent. She stopped and looked up. It was on the roof. Without thinking she jumped to the roof using the sides of the buildings. She landed with a soft click of her black boots and her eyes immediately fell on the Vampyre and the mortal he had just killed.

"Well, well, well. A messy eater are we not?" She said to him regarding the mortals blood upon his face.

"Well, well, well. A messy eater are we not?" She said to him regarding the mortals blood upon his face.

Nac gave a start, produced one of his knifes and backflipped from the edage of the roof. he came to rest behoind an air duct.

"Who are you, awnser me!"

Without waiting for an awnser, he stood up and threw the knife towards the, the.. yes that was right another Vampire. This wan't from his coven though.

He ducked back down behind the vent and produced another knife. If this new arrival was his enemy he wasn't going to find out empty handed. The fact it was another female, made this difficult. He loved Liv and he knew this wasn't her, but he had been trying to avoid females of late. Again he asked:

"Who are You!"

Morganna watched dumbfounded as the Vampyre, yes he was one, jump behind an air duct. Was it possible that he was frightened of her? She smirked to herself at the thought.

Not long after he shouted out something she did not hear a knife was thrown at her. She moved slightly to the left and watched as it sailed pass her. He repeated his shout. 'Who are you?' She was a little pissed at the guy for throwing a knife at her.

"What the hell? Do you throw knives at everyone you meet? You'll have a hell of a time getting answers from someone who has been stabbed." She said angrily. She cooled off for a moment and spoke again. "Morganna. I'm Morganna." She told him cooly.

"Morganna"

He let the name slide over his tounge. Quickly as he could he went back to the edge of the building that was behind him. He went over the edge. Whilst over the edge he went as quick as he could, right around the to the side behind Morganna.

When he was on the same side, he snuk up it quietly, to the point he had seen her. Then quickly he pulled himself up into a leap that was going to bring him right behind Morganna.

Morganna smirked. She could sense that the Vampyre was on the move, but she made no notion of it. She just stood there, waiting for him to make his move and when he did she would be ready. She hadn't had a good fight in awhile. It would help to alleviate the frustration and depression she was feeling at the moment.

"You know, usually in civil conversation when one tells their name the other proceeds by telling them their name." She said dryly. He was nearby now. Behind her it seemed, but still she kept still. She'd be ready for any kind of attack that he would put on her. She had a long sword hidden underneath her leather jacket. There was a dagger in her left boot. She was ready and willing to kill him without hesitation if he became hostile.

Jumping up, Nac could sense Morganna waiting for him. Also the fact she had weapons waiting. As quick as he could he drew his broadsword. He kept it from his days as Harolds guard:

"You think you can beat me in weapon combat. I have been training for over 900 years. My name, my real name you shall never know, is Nacrosix."

This stage he was balamcimg on the edge behind Morganna:

"Now tell me why are you here? I sense you are not of my Coven. Just what Coven are you from?"

She smiled still not turning around to face him. She decided to ignore his comment on not being able to beat him. She wasn't for sure if his 900 years of training, but she was pretty confident in her skills, even if she was only 110 years old.

"Why am I here? I was unaware that one had to have an excuse to be out on a night like this. I am simply enjoying the night." Her words made her think for a moment. What was she doing here? Oh no! Had she missed him?

Morganna without a moments think ran to the edge of the building and looked down. The streets were bustling with the mortal workers who jobs were no over with. "Shit!" She cursed herself for her carelessness. The man was gone and she would have a hell of a time looking for him again.

Morganna turned back to the Vampyre, her purple eyes now burning. "Your damn questions cost me my dinner." She spit out at him. She was pissed off now that she'd have to wait another lonely night with out the beautiful man who she wanted so bad.

Octavian watched as the Vampires got ready to fight. How warlike are Vampire he wondered to himself as he thought he let out a little laugh as this thoughts turned too himself. How warlike am I he asked himself. The answer came quickly both not at all and extremely, two mentalities in one body it is a wonder that he can control himself.

Well Vampire fights are common hitting a girl is just not right so he made mental links with both and said "why must you two fight?" As he spoke into the mental link he started to walk towards the two Vampires that he knew where about to fight. "900 years, ok well how about 1500 training in the ways of the sword and 500 more in the ways of the mind. Do you think that 900 is a lot now?" He spoke into the mental links with-out even moving his lips.


((OOC: Some times I go over board god-moding with OCtavian if you guys think I am doing it to much tell me and I'll stop))

The voice penertrated into Nac's head. Shaking his head quickly he sent a message back. He wasn't that strong in the mental side of being a vampire but he had a little talent:

"Who dares intrude into my head?"

Then he sensed him, the one he had sensed earlier. On the ground. Heading his way. Nac turned to look at Morganna:

"We shall sort this later."

He jumped back of the building down into the alley, then replacing his sword and knife he walked out into the square. he began looking for the vampire he had sensed earlier. It was time for some questions...