Mitchifer sat quietly on a beam hanging from the ceiling. He watched his prey panic. Two were already dead. Outside of the warehouse heavy rain was falling and the inside of the warehouse was damp from the many large cracks in the ceiling which just happened to be how Mitchifer got into the warehouse after locking all the mortal gang members in the warehouse. A flash of lightning lit the very large room with empty crates laying everywhere but only for a second. In Mitchifer's left hand was a swallow. An old model of sword. Each end had a rather short curved blade on it, the blades only around a foot long. The middle through was a metal shaft made around three feet in length.

He had already took down two of the gun weilding mortals. The bullets hadn't even required him to dodge well. Their aim was off so much as their body was filled with fear. "Blood always taste best when the last thing the mortal see makes them feel the immense fear of death and yet wonder about how they got into this situation. The last five would be harder to kill. They were grouped together so he couldn't pick one off at a time.

He walked along the beam to the wall and placing his hand on the side of the wall he began to climb downwards deeper into the shadows. His glowing eyes fading into the darkness as he waiting pateintly for them to pass this spot. When they did finnally pass the location he reach forward and grabbed the last one to pass him. Covering the man's mouth and pulled him into the shadows and snapped his neck. Then he slowly began to drink the blood of the mortal. The sweet nectar of life flowing into his mouth and then down his throat. He drank until only a drop remained and left the mortal dead on the ground. Quickly and quietly he climbed back up the wall and onto the beam above to get a better view of the mortals who would also feel death sortly.

Silvia felt the first death about half a mile away, and at first had thought of it as just a Vampire killing a mortal, and had continued the hunt quietly. Then she had felt the second death and frowned. That’s not normal, she thought turned towards the Warehouse the deaths were coming from. She was there within minutes…well, on the roof at least. She had a certain liking for roof tops, she noticed with a smile. She climbed a little higher and set herself on top of the roof to look down through a narrow window.

Looking through the window at the top she saw the other Vampire on the beam…then the other death. Frowning, her territorial instincts kicked in, as well as her “Amman Sense” as she tended to call it…with a sigh, she opened the window with a quick yanks and slid in. Holding onto the window, she hung for a seconds and then swung herself onto the beam next to the unknown Vampire. She didn’t recognize her at all, and knew that he was younger than her just my sight. No one hunted with swords anymore.

With a quick prodding into her mind she instantly knew who he was and frowned. A Tarepha Member…more specifically named Michifer…or something of the sort. These things weren’t always correct, she knew, and she might’ve read wrong. Looking at the man she said. “Enjoying the hunt, young one? I can see you are…are you cutting those mortals up good? That’s a nasty sword. Are your superhuman powers good enough for you? Are your teeth not sharp enough to penetrate one’s throat?”

"Oh yes. Very much so." He tossed the swallow into the air and leaned backwards falling from the beam. He landed on a box silently. He bent down and held his hand out to the right just as the swallow landed in his hand. He caught it on the pole in the middle and looked around. With another vampire here he best finish these gang members up before they found him or the other vampire decided to put an end to this. He jumped off the pile of boxes into the group of people who had been passing. All four of the people began to reach for their guns. He quickly kicked on in the head and pushed hard to the side snapping it's neck. Then he fell forward and caught himself with his hands now doing a handstand. Spinning his feet he knocked two of the backwards and then flipped back up tripping the last one. He spun his swallow around and threw it at the two gang member who he had knocked back. Both had begun running. The blade caught the first and cut through him but continued moving before stabbing into the second mortal. Then Mitchifer jumped onto the one he had tripped and began to drink.

Raising his head from the dead mortal he smiled. "That's so refreshing." He wiped the blood that was running down his chin and went to retreive his weapon. "Now then vampire. Can I help you with something? What brings you to this neck of the woods surely one such as yourself doesn't live here nor does it seem that you visit here often." He pulled his weapon from the mortal's skull and went to the closet wall beginning to climb up it. "So why is it that you come to my little...practice session of shorts."

“In all due respect,” she began after she’d witnessed the massacre. When she had been young, she would’ve enjoyed it, it would’ve excited her. She’d have been down there with him, drooling all over the Vampire. But, now with age, she’d learned that massacring mortals just wasn’t right. At least not in these times where the police could discover what had happened and start to ask questions, start to tape and in the end discover them. “Your display with your sword was rather disgusting. You misuse your gifts and kill without need. These humans could’ve feed more than one Vampire, or just you for various nights. I am not impressed with your acts, Mitchifer. They were foolish and childish. In all right, I should speak to your coven leader…if she would listen at all.” Clearly, Silvia had no respect for the Tarepha Coven leader.

“And to answer your question—no, I am not from ‘these parts,’ I am an Amman and was passing by when I felt too many mortal deaths in such a short period of time…and only one immortal presence. Do not kill without need, or you will force my anger upon you.” Silvia appeared dead serious at these words, looking at the younger Vampire straight in the ye. “Do you understand, fledgling? Or do my verbal actions have to proven my physical actions? Don’t try anything stupid near my or you will lament it.” She paused. What do you have to say for yourself?”

"You call my actions pointless? Well I geuss he is hard to sense. I told him not to sleep in thoose boxes. You see my actions do have reason's for once. Given I would have done this no matter what but this time I did it because these gangs members have been coming closer and closer to this spot. So since the rain and thunder would block out their screams I trapped them in the very place they have been coming to. You see my brother lives here and he is in no condition to kill these men. So I came in to clean up the mess that could have gotten my brother killed. So you should really get the entire story before you start threatening to tell my coven leader. Do you have any idea what she would do to me if she found out I was here? Her and my brother don't exactly get along. She would have killed me and then she would know where he lives. If I get caught then I'll kill myself ok. I took the risk and so far it doesn't seem like anything went wrong. Of course they didn't call the police they though it was a a rival gang or something like that."

He jumped over her head and landed on the other side of the beam. "Now do not look down on me. You may be older then I am but that does not make you better. I don't go around randomly killing people. The people I do kill all get used and I clean up after myself. I'm not stupid enough to let these idoits find out about our kind. I don't honestly see the big picture of them finding out but that doesn't really matter now does it."

He sat on the beam and began to wipe the blood off his sword with a cloth before putting the cloth in a pocket of his long white jacket. "If that is all you need then leave me alone. I have more important things to think about then if I'm agrivating the "mighty" amman."

Her eyes narrowed, and she felt anger starting to bubble into her mind. Hearing the man’s reasons, she knew that what he had done was reasonable in a way. But then again, it was not. She didn’t care what his reasons were, but the slaughter of seven mortals just wasn’t going to be tolerated by her. There were various ways of getting mortals to leave places alone, and the easiest was obviously “haunting” the place. She didn’t care if his brother was hiding somewhere inside here, she really didn’t. No sane Vampire would set themselves to rest in a place that was known for mortal usage. Yes, the warehouse was abandoned, but it was well known that “Gangbangers” and drug dealers frequented the place.

Silvia wanted to go over to the man and slap him, throw him on the ground and step on him. How dare he speak to me that way? Does he know anything about being a Vampire? About being unnoticed and making sure that humans never caught sight of him? she thought to herself, closing her thoughts and not letting him, if he should try, pry into them.

“It would do you best,” she said, looking at him angrily. “For you not to anger the Amman. We ‘can take you’ as these young mortals say these days. I am not usually one to care what a Vampire does as long as he or she does it unnoticed, and if I could feel what you were doing from the distance I was at, imagine if it had been one of the others in my Coven? Someone who was actually strict with these matters. Do not let me catch you doing what you have done again, and I’d advise you to tell your brother to leave this location—Gangs and Drug Dealers frequent this place and if he’s injured then he has many chances of discovery.”

OOC: If you want…say something, and we could have a fight between them ;) I promise that Silvia won’t kill him, lol…..*shrugs*

He glared at her sharply. "Well isn't that good for you. Whatever crystal clear when I kill mortals from now on I'll make sure no one knows. Now excuse me if I don't wish you a good night. I hope you get hit by a car." He dropped from the beam and went about picking up bodies and tossing them into a rather large boax which was in decent condition. Then he kicked a small box which looked very much like a coffin. The top of the box openned and a man looking somewhat similar to Mitchifer stood up and shook the dust from his hair.

Gabriel looked shock to see his brother and scared to see another vampire in his home. He jumped backwards hoping to get away from them both. "Why are you here Mitchifer. Can't you just leave me alone. I listened to her ok? I havn't gone anywhere near Nafretiri and I don't plan on it so you don't have to worry about her coming and hunting you down."

"First off you nut case, I didn't come here to kill you. I came here to kill these mortals. Secondly I could care less if you go to that angry elder. And lastly that vampire up there." Mitchifer pointed to the beams. "Wants you to leave this place. I geuss you should head back to the cemetary atleast there some control freak vampire like her won't come in and kick you out."

Silvia hissed at Mitchifer. “You’re looking for problems, Mitchifer.” She said without adding anything else, ignoring the insulting words as best as her temper allowed her to. In a way, it amused her to see a Vampire who was so…careless…when speaking to an elder. IN all truth, this was the first time, and she wasn’t enjoying it one bit. Her annoyance over-rode her amusement and like two storms hitting it created a colossal cloud of anger and hate towards Mitchifer. She watched silently as Mitchifer put the bodies into the box, looking at the dead mass of them. She then remembered her own thirst. Like another storm front, it hit her already large “hurricane” and she struggled to maintain her calm and not go over and kill the Tarephan Vampire.

She then watched how Mitchifer woke up the other Vampire she’d barely sensed earlier. At Mitchifer’s words, she dropped from the beams to next to where he was standing with the coffin-shaped box that concealed Mitchifer’s brother. The strain on her face to hold the anger that was just shrieking to escape and beat Mitchifer into a bloody pulp was clearly visible. “I am not evicting him,” she said looking at Mitchifer, and then to Gabriel. “You are not being evicted. I gave your brother some advise—this is a very bad place to sleep…drug dealers and Gangs tend to come around here.

“Your brother made a quite…audiable display of his talents with his sword here not a few minutes ago.” He gave Mitchifer a dark look and growled slightly. Anger radiated from her mind, and she did nothing to hide it. “It is just my advise as an elder.”

She didn’t want to say anything more, as every new word cause her anger to double up upon itself and soon enough she wouldn’t be able to control it…and she needed to feed. Silvia looked at the pair of siblings expectantly, tapping her food in a way that said she wanted to leave and do something else that would be more productive for her…like maybe search out Aeschylus after feeding…some of her temper left her at that thought, and she decided upon it. After this, she would feed and go and see Aeschylus. “Do you two understand what I say?”

Mitchifer walked over to another box. He pulled a clear bottle filled with clear liquid from his white trenchcoat's pocket. Pooring some on both blades of his sword he smiled. He reached into the box and pulled a longsword from it. He poored the liquid over this blade aswell before walking back over to Gabriel. "Well geuss what missy. I don't need your advice and neither does my brother. Do we brother?"

"What huh? I don't even know what's going on here Mitchifer." He saw the outstreched hand to him with his long sword in the hand. "Oh are you sure Mitchifer? She looks strong to me and she's in the amman. Wouldn't that be asking for Nafretiri to come and kill us?" He took the sword and shook the extra liquid from the blade.'

"Oh yes brother. I am very sure about this one. She has disgraced you so do not be a coward. Besides. We can take her." Mitchifer pulled to the beam. "You take the low and I take the high?" He smirked holding his swallow tightly. Nearly laughing.

"Sounds good to me." He held his longsword and jumped a good 5 meters away from her eager to fight. He lowered his body closer to the ground. His sword lower the tip nearly touching the ground as he prepared to attack.

"You should not take us lightly elder. We are very skilled with our weapons. I cannot speak for my brother but I have spent more then 700 years mastering this weapon and I have become very good at using it. You may have age on us but that doesn't mean anything to us. Prepare yourself or get ready to die." His voice was calm and relaxed just as it had been the entire time. It showed no fear. No eagerness. No emotion what so ever. Battle wasn't strange to him and this fool wasn't going to take him down. Not if he had anything to say about it.

Silvia smirked, looking at the poor fool that was named Mitchifer. Did he think that he could take on the powerful Silvia? Silvia, blood-daughter of the mighty Aeschylus? In truth, Silvia didn’t know how old Aeschylus was, but she did know that he was rather strong, and that he’d transferred quite a lot of power into her blood, and inclding that her own blood had strengthened her. She was prepared for killing, she had more than two-thousand two hundred years of killing experience. She’d slain millions of mortals, hundreds of Vampires whom had dared to try and take her own life.

Of course, she’d never fought against two modestly aged Vampires with swords before…but life was meant to through new challenges at those that lived, was it not the truth? Not the technically lived…she was in all truth dead, just not buried and rotting. And if I don’t do this right, that’s exactly what I’ll be: Buried and rotting.

Silvia watched closely as Mitchifer went up high (OOC: I’m guessing, as he went towards the beam), leaving her to face Gabriel. She wasn’t very worried at all. She would surely be injured and it would heal. Her immortality would probably save her from death. She frown, once again, the key word was probably.

The anger that she had felt earlier, had doubled and tripled to a simple and control white fury. And movement made towards her would be responded to with a not-so-equal and powerful reaction from anyone of her limps or fangs. She wasn’t young, she wasn’t a push over. She was Silvia…powerful among Vampires, unstoppable, and if she was stoppable, it still hadn’t been proven to her. Of course, there were Vampires she wouldn’t dare get into fights with—starting with Marcus or Nafretiri. But, of course, they were of her own coven and doubted that she would ever have to face either of them.

Silvia crouched slightly, looking from Gabriel before her and then up to Mitchifer. He knew what he was doing, though Silvia somehow doubted that Gabriel truly knew what he was in. She would be lighter on this one, and control herself…as Mitchifer was the Vampire she actually had a problem with. She listened the younger, bloodthirsty vampire out while she decided to be on the offensive or on the defensive during the battle. The Battle.

No, this wasn’t an ordinary fight. No fight between Vampires was ever ordinary as she’d learned throughout the centuries. Damages to the Warehouse would be caused, and even more importantly, damages to each other. And since Silvia was unarmed, she knew that any slice would be dedicated to her and she’d have a new wound to lick. She frowned. Good thing that these don’t leave scars anymore…

The choice was suddenly clear for her. Offense or she would get anywhere.

Silvia leapt backwards, landed on the beam where Mitchifer was and sent a kick in his direction, using all of her speed and strength.

"Oh offensive? That's a first I must say." Mitchifer flipped backwards. His sword dripping some liquid on the ground. "You have any idea what's on these blades?" He smirked and he nodded to Gabriel.

Gabriel ran to the other side of the beam and jumped up so that Silvia was in the middle of the two vampires. He raised his own sword and began to sprint the beam the rather long distance to the pair of fighting vampires. Liquid was dripping slightly from his blade aswell. He knew that the liquid on their weapons would give them an advantage in this battle though he wasn't sure how much of an advantage it would give them. He saw Mitchifer nod to him as he jumped into the trying to do a downward slash which seemed to be aimed at Silvia.

Mitchifer dropped to the ground caughting himself with his hands he swung slightly trying to trip her with a sweep kick. The odds of her falling for it were slim he knew but he might aswell try it after all it could be a very effective attack when timed correctly though if she countered well he could be feeling alot of pain in a few seconds.(Short...)

Silvia crouched and with a sneer looked from side to side, and knew very well that she’d now not have as much movability as she had a few seconds ago to attack Mitchifer. She was there still for a second and decided that she needed a weapon, and soon…it didn’t have to be a sword—even a metal pipe or something of the sort would do. Her eyes quickly scanned the floor underneath her and failed to find anything.

She caught Gabriel charging at her, then leaping up and trying for a downward slash. Quickly, Silvia ducked and rolled, slightly tumbling off the beam, but her vampire agility allowed her to roll slightly in mid air and use her own energy to grab the beam and swing around to plant both of her boots in Gabriel’s chest as he fell where she had once been. Grabbing him by his collar, she flexed back her arm and let it drop like a rock into Gabriel’s face. ((OOC: remember, you can dodge this)).

The female vampire saw Mitchifer’s movement, but this time wasn’t as quick as she’d been with Gabriel and received the full blow of it. Silvia tripped and fell off the beam into a crate which collapsed from the force she had fallen from the beam. Dust erupted from the floor causing a cloud to rise and hide her slightly from view.

In all case, Silvia should’ve used this opportunity to look for an adequate weapon, but instead she leapt back out of it, baring her teeth and tackling Mitchifer in an attempt to drive him into the ground. She knew that it was a rather useless move, but hopefully it would work. Silvia had lost track of where Gabriel had gone.

The blow to Gabriel's face had made him stumble backwards slightly. Then he laughed as the girl fell to the ground. "I must say I thought this would be harder for you Mitchifer." He readied his sword knowing it wasn't over yet not by a long shot. Then just as he though he saw Silvia jumping from the smoke at Mitchifer. She hit him hard nearly making them both fall before Gabriel grabbed her back and tried to throw her from the pole droping his own sword from the beam by mistake.

"Gabriel, Flying arrow technique in three." Mitchifer jumped into the air towards the ceiling. Gabriel then grabbed him with his telekenesis and slammed him hard foot first. Mitchifer padded his feet with what sheilding he could make and then when he hit the roof he kicked of hard cracking the part were he was standing. Gabriel used what energy he had left to push Mitchifer faster towards Silvia making him nearly invisible even to an immortal. His sword his pointed downward at Silvia making him look much like an arrow with the speed he was travelling.

(Hey she's just going to stand around maybe help with the draw part later but for now she is just watching.) Jessie watched from a hole in the roof smiling. "I hope Gabriel gets killed." He smiled jumping with joy when Gabriel dropped his sword. "Oh come on kill him, kill him." She nearly burst out laughing with joy from watching the battle taking place below.

(Oh yeah and I need you to tear the crap out of Mitch with that sword. Don't make any huge wounds on him please though just like hundreds of scratched and cuts cause it has blood thinner on it so he'll heal about as fast as a mortal for awhile and I don't want him to die but I have an idea though he needs to be cut up bad.)

She growled angrily as Gabriel grabbed her and she fell back to the floor. This time though, she twisted in the air as if she were a cat falling and landed in a crouch, a few feet from the sword. She leapt foreword towards it and took it in her hand and sniffed it for a second and growled. Silvia leapt upwards, not to the beam again, but onto a mountain of crates, holding the sword, prepared for they’re next attack.

Silvia just watched as Mitchifer and Gabriel did they awkward movement, then a few second realized what was happening. She back flipped from on top of the crates and would’ve landed on the floor after hitting the wall behind her, but instead she silently kicked foreword, and landed on the beam. With a slight smirk she watched as Mitchifer hit just where she’d been seconds ago.

Silvia turned toward Gabriel and frown. “You are not in this duel—save yourself before you die or are forced to watch another death. She used her own telekinesis to push him off the beam, and then jumped from the beam herself, onto another mountain of crates, looking out for where Mitchifer had gone. She used her eyes and ears…and her mind. She felt herself, and Gabriel, as well as Mitchifer. Then she caught a forth mind…one that seemed full of hate towards Gabriel…

Guessing that it was just a Vampire who was watching from the roof top, she decided to ignore it and focus on the other two.

((OOC: Okay then….beat him up, but nothing ugly, right? Mind if she keeps the sword ;) ))

"I know...but he is family and we may not get along but he would defend me if I were in this situation." He jumped down to check on his brother ignoring his fallen sword. He landed on the pile of shattered wood and nails. Digging through the pile slightly he found Mitchifer's sword. The wood had spread throughout the warehouse from the explosion of damage which had come from Mitchifer's failed attempt of an attack.

Mitchifer climbed from the pile. He had several small cuts which healed in seconds from the shards of wood which had stabbed him in so many differnt places. He glared up at the vampire. Taking his weapon back from Gabriel he ran up a wall and flipped off onto the beam. "Well this doesn't seem to be going anywhere yet does it. My wounds are all healed and you havn't been hit hard enough to need healing. I think this is going to take all night." He grasped his sword tight and ran at Silvia. His sword held back behind him as he ran on the beam. He brought the blade to the front quickly and jumped over Silva. Spinning around this his double blade sword he attempted to slash into her back.

Gabriel couldn't do much as he was now unarmed and to go close to Mitchifer would mean a chance of being hurt. He jumped onto the other side of the beam looking into the wood trying to find his metal blade. He may have not been worth much in battle but he was worthless in battle without a weapon. Even a gun would be something. He walked forward slightly keeping his distance from the battle. His mind focused so much on finding his weapon that it couldn't even sense what was happening around him. He just kept his eyes open incase the battle moved over towards him while he was looking through the mess on the ground.

(Yes use the sword please. Oh yeah but no major wounds but you could give me one semi-major wound. Like a deep cut on his collar bone or something. Or the stomach. Nothing vital though.)

((OOC: Actually, Silvia had already found the sword, and was prepared to fight Mitchifer with it. I’ll do a slight pose to get the injury that you want, okay? So…here we go! J ))

“All night long?” Silvia asked with an amused grin. She looked at the sword that she was holding, the one that Gabriel had dropped and she had found. Now she would have to use it to defend herself from the charging male vampire. Silvia ducked, evading his charge, and spun around to hit him, only to discover that he’d tried to slash her in the back. They swords met with an audible clang! that echoed throughout the entire warehouse.

Silvia kicked out towards his feet, unbalancing him and changing the swords position to a stabbing on in her hand. She jabbed down, aiming for Mitchifer’s neck, but he proved to fast and he evaded the attack, getting up. With a reflective move, she moved her arm backwards, and slashing him all along his back with the liquid-y blade that she’d taken from Gabriel.

Standing up herself, she turned to look at Mitchifer with a look of pure hatred. She knew that the liquid on the blades did something to affect Vampires, if not, there’s be no use of drenching them in it. Silvia just didn’t know what, and seemingly, she was about to find out now. She once more changed the sword’s position in her hand to the basic fencing position, prepared for his next attack. Silvia then knew that she would win this fight. She’d not been so much as touched by the younger Vampire—well, better said, injured by the younger Vampire and his brother.

On the other side though, she’d caused injuries to both of them in a matter of minutes, and she was perfectly fine (though she admitting that she’d been in a rather large amount of pain when she had crashed into the crates). “So, young Mitchifer, would you rather stay all night dealing you painful blows or would you rather escape? I have no problem is killing you—and your brother should he decide to be stupid enough to continue fighting against me after your death.”

((OOC: I hope that injury is okay enough….))

She sensed them before entering the warehouse's territory, did they sense her? She didn't know, two vampires fighting, she peeked, they weren't out, they're probably inside.. Her will of curiousity overcomed her as she said to herself she'll take the info and the cash later on, she sneeked in the shadows, silent as the wind, a weak smell of blood made Maria feel the lust, the hunger that she somehow managed to control this last week, the hunger that itched her in her stomach, she tried to prevent feeding from humans who aren't her target, but the lust, she only fed off a vampire once, the co-leader of her gang in russia, the one who made her like this, memmories came into her mind and she almost forgot where she was, she blinked and came back to the feeling of stress, getting closer and closer to the vampires inside, she hoped they wouldn't sense her.
Maria entered the warehouse, the feeling became stronger, the place was damaged, she looked over a box and saw them both, wielding swords, ready to strike eachother.

Stumbling forward Mitchifer began to stagger on the beam. The blood thinner on the blood was passing through the rest of his viens and his bood was becoming weak and his healing powers fading away. His body became drunk with the liquid which was on the blade and then he fell from the beam and back into the pile of wood shards below. Many small cuts began to plague his body. His cheeks alone had around seven wounds on them now and with the tinner in his blood they wern't healing. He dropped his sword to the ground as a very large nail went through his lower calf. His blood began to form a small pool around his landing sight. His clothing sliced up from the fall but still covered most of his body. He fought to stand up and once he did stand he nearly fell forward again. Stumbling he ran into a wall and was able to hold himself there.

Gabriel seemed extremly shocked. His eyes wide and his mind racing. He ran and grabbed the double ended sword and spun it in his hand very quickly making a misk like form. Then he threw it hard at her with great speed. He had aimed at her head but his aim was off some. Instead it cut into her arm and kept going until the stabbed into the wall behind her. He then ran and grabbed Mitchifer before taking off through a broken window. He wasn't sure where to take Mitchifer but he would simply leave him closer to his coven house.

(Ok I hope that works Chris. By the way just post that your burning the house down here cause I really don't think we need a board for that. I'm hoping it takes place the same night anyway so...yeah.)

There's three of them? How couldn't I sense the third?!
She looked at the puddle of the fresh blood, its scent made her dizzy and the lust strenghted, the fresh, red, shinning blood, she could feel it in her throat, warm and smooth, all this time, trying to stop herself from feeding for pleasure, she just wanted to throw all her efforts away and charge, and feed from this vampire, she snapped out of her daydreaming as one of the vampires grabbed the bleeding one and jumped out of the window, she looked at the other one, and she was ready to follow them.

((Short T_T)

Silvia hissed as the blade cut deep into her arm, the cut nerves were screaming as they reached her brain and caused her to actually scream in pain—oh the pain! She closed her eyes, and crouched slightly as she held her arm with her hand, expecting the wound to heal soon. But it didn’t. Silvia frowned. Strange. Silvia stood up to see the wound trying to heal, but the liquid was making it impossible. Silvia took in a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second.

When she opened them, none of the presences that she’d felt were still there. She was alone in the ruined Warehouse. As she looked around, she saw destroyed crates and new cracks everywhere. The whole place seemed totally changed. She looked at her wound, and then the sword that she had in her hand. With a look of pure hatred she leapt out the window, landing on the ground. Then she started to make herself towards where she’d heard reports of his living.

* * *

The slender woman’s figure slid into the house, looking around carefully. The entire house was dark, but she could still see. He wound from the fight earlier that night was still trying to heal itself, and she still carried the sword that she’d taken from Gabriel. Her attractive body slid through the window and with a cat like appearance stood still before she entered deeper into the house with a feline-ish roll of her body.

She turned on a light and looked around the room, her pink tongue passing slowly across her lips while behind her eyes hate against Mitchifer brought together a plan of destroying his home. She took off the bag that she’d acquired on her way here from a victim. She pulled out a can of gasoline and poured it’s contents over furniture and the floor. As soon as she decided that everything was perfect she smiled and pulled out something else that she’d taken from a victim.

The silver Zippo lighter was plain, but it would serve it’s purpose. She hit the roller after opening it and a flame appeared. She smiled, and again her pink tongue raced against her sensual lips in a rather erotic pose. Her eyes were half closed, and it only made her large eyelashes seem larger, heavier. He walked towards the window and tossed the Zippo onto the rug. Then it started to burn.

“Veni, vidi, vici.” She said in Latin before jumping out the window and racing into the night, in search of another victim
((OOC: “Veni, vidi, Vici” means in latin: “I came, I saw, I conqured”))

Gabriel looked on his house which was now ablaze. The flames ingulfing everything that his brother had worked so hard to gain. He hardly had the nerve to tell his brother what was going on. The blood thinner had spread through Mitchifer's body and left his eyes to weak to see making him blind for the time being. Gabriel led Mitchifer closer to the house but far enough away from the fire as not to get them hurt.

He felt the heat and seemed very confused. "Brother what is happening? Why have we stopped. We arn't in my house yet I know that so why arn't we moving? Is some car in your way or something? Just go around them...and why is it so hot here?" He held his hand out slightly feeling the heat increase.

"Brother...I'm sorry but it seems that we were beaten here...your house it's...it's gone brother. It's burning down as we speak. Do not feel bad right now. You are to weak to greive right now. Be strong. Now where can I take you. I can't offer you a place to live. You said that you had joined a coven did you not? Where is your coven house?"

"To late? How were we beaten here? Why did you not take me faster!" He let out a deep breath. "Fighting won't do me any good. There is a club you can take me too...don't tell anyone about my eyes. They will get better after all....won't they?"

Gabriel smiled. "Of course they will. It would take more then a little toxic liquid to take down you. Don't think bad and don't worry I won't tell anyone. Come on lets go." Gabriel tried to keep a smile forced as he walked away from the building leading his currently blind brother away from the fire. In truth he did not know if they would heal.

She was left alone in the warehouse, sweat covered her body, from fear to be discovered, suddenly she forgot her job, she got up and ran out of the warehouse, she swiftly opened the old mailbox and grabed the package in it, then ran back to the streets, and entered an ally, the chill and the darkness made her feel good, but she couldn't forget the sight of the blood, the fresh blood streaming out of the vampire, again she felt like feeding for pleasure, NO!, she said to herself, I will when I need, I'm not going to be like one of them.
Maria opened the package, at first she saw the money, a tied pack of unmarked dollars, then she pulled out a photo, there was a face in the photo, a handsome chinese man, looks like in his early 20, shaggy black hair covering his deep black eyes, then she opened the document, his name was Yukio Kane, a twenty-two years old man, no appartment or place of work were writen there, so she had to do some research in order to find him, she blended into the shadow and disappered in the ally.

((OOC: silence, could you read the posts better? Mitchifer's house is on fire, not the Warehouse.))

OoC: Fixed. :content: