Chances are

[Dalamar DeSang]

He sat in the dark corner of the bar, as he had done many times. Looking for his dinner. There wasnt much to choose from. One old man, a couple and a drunk. The old man was close to death and not worth his time. The couple was the kind that were deeply in love expressing there feeling for each other tenderly.

Dalamar didn't have the heart to break up anyone's happiness tonight. So many times he was called evil because of his need to survive. Didn't others kill lesser beings to feed themselves. That was all justified though because there food didn't complain.

Old and ancient, Dalamar was weary of the nightly feeding ritual. He had taken to killing the evil, not Sith of course but the arrogant and vile of this planet that even sickened his heart and soul. He would leave the innocent to there natural fate, no more to be hunted by the vampyre. His heart was tired of course it was, it was dead. Night lights shone thru as someone entered. The vampyre raised his head, maybe someone would at least end his boredom. His eyes flared red in the dim light to get a good look at the newcomer thru the bright smoky haze of the street.

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro slid through door nothing but making up for yesterday's failure on his mind. He'd lifted five measley credits the day previous, and he was in a sour mood.

His eyes scanned the dark bar looking for a likely candidate. A drunk man in the almost center of the bar looked helpless enough. The old man might be alright. The couple? Get a room, Jiro thought, rolling his eyes, as he watched the man take the woman's hand and kiss it, saying something "truly poetic" Jiro was sure.

Then his eyes fell on a deep shadow across the room from him, nearly exactly diagonal from him. He was merely sitting, nothing in front of him, his arms crossed across his chest, quietly, his red--red?--eyes scanning everything around him.

Jiro slowly moved towards the bar to shave off the unease this being caused in him. Turning his back to the rest of the bar, Jiro ordered a drink and kept his eyes on the drunk and the old man.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar saw the man for the predator that he was and knew good and well that he had found his dinner. Sitting silently he watched and waited to see how this man would hasten his own demise. His boredom alleved somewhat Dalamar's mood started to cheer.

The tell tale click of his boot could be heard under the table as he locked and unlocked his boot blade. His black gloved hand extended a black talon as he carved his dark hearted name into the cheap wood of the bar.

Just then two soldiers types came in, they muscled there way to the bar and started loudly ordering drinks. A razor blade smile appeared on the Vampyre's lips, the night was only getting better.

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro snorted indignantly as the soldiers shouldered by him, almost pushing him to the ground. He stepped back and watched them, their noisy manner annoying him. He backed away from the bar, and pivoted to find a table he might occupy.

As he walked towards a deserted one in the corner, he passed right by the red eyed man who had startled him when he had first come in. He could hear a clicking noise coming from his corner and he bit his cheek, recognizing the sound as the latching and unlatching of a boot blade.

Jiro walked to his deserted table and kept a close eye on the Red-Eyes Man and the two soldiers at the bar.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar looked right at the man his eye's boaring into his. A message was sent softly with the force. "I will feast on your heart tonight and no one will save you." The Vampyre's razor sharp teeth glistened with lust and anticipation. This was the best part, when the panic and the fear set in your prey. It made the blood taste oh so sweet.

Still Dalamar made no move. He silently clicked his blade in and out to the ever growing beat of Jiro's heart.

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro's heart jumped nearly out of his chest at the soft, smooth, seductive voice that filled his head and clutched his chest.

I will feast on your heart tonight and no one will save you...

What in hellfire! were the first words that shot into his mind. He swivled a little in his seat so that he was looking at the Red-Eyed Man out of the corner of his own eye. His eyebrow raised a little, as he observed the man.

The soldiers were being noisy and running out potential people he may steal from.

"Just great," he muttered, letting the speed of his heart slow down. He wasn't going to get any money, he was hearing voices, and a red-eyed weirdo was staring him down and clicking his boot blade threateningly. "Just wonderful..."

Jiro leaned down in his seat to fix his thick tan pants over the big, clunky boots he wore. In the process, he slid his thumb inside and was reassured by the feel of the metal knife warmed by his skin. He sat back slowly, assuming the cockiest position he knew while still keeping an eye on the Red-Eyed Man. He nodded.

This is gonna be one hell of a party... he thought with a grim smile.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Moving over to the bar, Dalamar ordered a blood wine. The soldiers where being loud and boisterous as he did so. Three more had come in, in the last few minute's making it into a virtual party. They had so far given the vampyre a wide berth but it seemed there courage was being bolstered by the increased numbers.

Still they had given him no reason to kill them as yet, and truly he hoped that it stayed that way. He was in no mood for foolishness. Walking back to Jiro's table. He sat down. "Can I buy you a drink." He said.

Jiro sat up straight as the vampyre approached. Dalamar knew you shouldn't play with your food, but he just couldn't resist...

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro shifted uneasily in his chair as the Red-Eyed Man sat across from him.

Can I buy you a drink? said the same soft, silky voice that had invaded his head only moments before. Jiro could smell trouble simply radiating off this guy. He shifted in his seat again, this time to a more comfortable position.

"No thanks," he said, almost inaudibly over the rowdy voices of the soldiers. He thew a nasty look at thier backs, wishing they'd just go away. Carefully turning his attention back to the man in front of him he eyed him, and the boot in which the infernal clicking of the blade had come from before. His eyes travled up and down the man, taking in every aspect of him.

He was strong, there was no doubt about that, and in a match Jiro knew that he, himself, would beaten beyond recognition. However, the man seemed slightly off somehow. As if he weren't quite human. That was ridiculous, however, for he looked like a human, and it wasn't like a vampyre would simply waltz into an open bar, crowded with soldiers.

Right?

[Dalamar DeSang]

Wrong! he said with a creepy smile.

A buzz from a fly was starting to annoy the vampyre, he snatched him with a blur and crushed him on the table. It was a move that was shocking to see just for the oddness of it. The man in black moved lightning fast but Jiro was still able to see the whole thing, as if time had slowed down in vast increments. Jiro saw everything in a new light and things where definately going weird. The whole room was moving in slow motion the man before him seemed to move in jerks of incredible speed but it looked natural in a spooky kind of way. A drink was spilled one of the soldiers had been clumsy. Dalamar moved closer, cold and shadow radiated off of him as the room lights actually seemed to dim. His twin red eye's shimmered like a cats on a wild night. Then Jiro himself seemed to see the bar itself thru a red haze he felt the need to lick his lips in anticipation.

Jiro was shocked he wanted to jump but saw that his own movements where childish.. like a man trapped in quicksand. He understood that he could move, but that it was so slow. He saw his death in the eyes of the stranger his heart started pounding. Lightning fast he knew no one in the room could even move before the vampyre killed them all. Dalamar could hear Jiro's heartbeat increase. Playing with ones food was so much fun after all. As he opened the mans sense's up to his own. Letting him know how weak, small and helpless he was before the killer sitting with him. Raw fear rose in Jiro, still the drink had not hit the ground, why hadn't the drink fallen yet!!! Dalamar stepped out of his conciousness with a resounding crash of glass. The cup had shattered into a million piece's just like Jiro's hope of getting out of here alive...


"Have the drink." The vampyre said, "It will be your last."

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro stood up, his chair screeching backward on the floor, and falling backward. His face was red with the beating of his own heart and he knew he'd need some sort of miracle to shake this guy.

He was a vampyre, Jiro could see now, and he had decided that he wanted the teenager for...Jiro gulped...dinner...

Jiro backed up a few more steps and felt his calves bump the overturned chair. What had just happened was the wierdest thing that had ever happened. His thoughts had been able to race, but his body had not been able to move. Jiro could not stop moving back away from the vampyre. His body was catching up with his brain, and he felt himself step into the rungs of the chair. Jiro fell back over it with a sort of choke-gag sound.

No one seemed to notice over the rowdy soldiers, but Jiro's eyes were focused unconditionally into the vamprye's, and he was feeling much like a mouse cornered by a hungry cat.

Okay, man, think it out, he told himself. I've been in worse before...think it through... he breathed. But his head was only focused on a way out.

He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind...there was none.

[Dalamar DeSang]

"Come now, at least go out with a little dignity."
A waitress walked by, "A blood wine please miss." he said with a devilish smile. She looked at Jiro lying on the ground. "Can I help you sir." she said in a pleasant manner.

Yes, please help him up, he seems to have lost his footing." The Soldiers where getting even more rowdy as a few more entered the back door. The Vampyre's intense gaze focused on the mans thunderous heartbeat as his bloodlust rose. He would kill him soon, but being a gentleman he would let him make his peace...

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro snorted, as he regained some of his composure and stood straight again. Some of his courage was coming back now and he let his eyes glance around to the messy, drunken, and ever growing number of soldiers.

Jiro picked the chair up and set it right while putting his eyes back on the Vampyre as he drank his blood wine and looked Jiro over greedily.

"So, I'm dinner, eh, Cowboy?" he muttered, looking around a little more. Without another word he darted towards the rowdy soldiers, slipping through them and squeezing out the door onto the darkened street.

Jiro jogged a little ways down the street and ducked into an alleyway. Maybe he'd at least throw the vampyre off a little this way.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar sipped his blood wine as he relaxed quietly in the corner that Jiro had just left. Then nonchalantly rose and walked to the overturn chair that he had just tripped over. There on the leg a small drop of blood. Dipping his finger into the blood he brought the red life up to his hungry lips.

Boom, boom he heard Jiro's heartbeat again fresh and new. Linked now by the taste of his blood he would not be able to get away. Paying for his drink and Jiro's he walked out into the night. His boredom alleved he was happy. The merry little thief would run and this brought a smile to Dalamar because the hunt was more appealing sometimes than dinner. His teeth glistened in the dim light along with his black armor. He thought that the boy would have enlisted the help of the soldiers which would have been dangerous... For them. Dalamar thought it only fair to give the boy a chance, slim though it was. Using the force he sent out a message.."Run little one, make it to the dawn and I'll let you go." The vampyre hated to let the kid know that the last time anyone had survived was 8 or 900 yrs ago. "Chances are" he wouldn't survive the night....

[Jiro Lawson]

Run little one. Make it to the dawn and I'll let you go...

Jiro sneered his answer to the air. So much for that idea. Jiro stuffed his hands in his pocket, and turned out of the alleyway, throwing a look over his shoulder. The vampyre was back there somewhere, probably hearing every beat of his heart, every footstep he took.

Though slightly eerie, it didn't phase Jiro all that much. At first, the vampyre was frightening. At second look, he was kind of creepy. Now, he was just annoying. If he was going to kill Jiro, Jiro figured he should just go ahead and get on with it. It wasn't like he could get away, and the chances of him calling someone for help was slim to none.

He knew no one who cared.

Besides, the vampyre seemed fairly confident that he could get Jiro at any point, without many problems. Jiro snorted. He liked the hunt, it was more than obvious, so, if he didn't have any chance anyway, Jiro would humor the vampyre.

Chuckling a little, Jiro dodged into a crowded bar, and lost himself in the throng of dancing people.

[Selinica Miriya]

"Chances are"...

Yes, they are that someday again she would run into him. It was an interesting matter that he had resisted any urge to chomp down on her last they met.

Dalamar was here. From her knowledge of his presence she knew that much. It was the matter of how near he actually was that escaped her until a boy jilted past her. The huntress could feel the rushing red coursing through Jiro, and had thought to accost him, but she let it go.

A hunt is no fun if someone holds down your prey for you. Instead, she waited patiently against the wall by the doorway...patiently as her demons would allow, and watched for the vampyre with her freezing blue eyes..Silently.

Within a moment he came into sight. A half-mischevious smile crept onto her face...

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar followed nonchalantly down the alley. He could feel the heat from Jiro as his heart pumped harder. He had ducked into a nearby Disco hoping to lose the vampyre in the crowd. Being Sith he admired the kids spunk nevertheless it would not save him.


Reaching into the velvet bag at his side he pulled out a smaller leather one. Walking past the door, he sauntered to the center of the dance floor. Eye's followed his shimmering black armor and graceful walk as he entered the heart of the music. A elegant lady in pink started walking towards him, but the vampyre was not interested in company tonight. Dropping the leather pouch on the floor, every filthy vermin you could imagine came pouring out. The woman screeched like a long dead banshee. Roaches, to rats by the thousands filled the dance floor as all the patrons started to flee in panic driven droves.

Human's where so notoriously easy to frighten. Thats why he first picked Jiro, he had heart and would not go easily into the night. Again he reached into the velvet bag, vile and evil he pulled from it a mishapen head, old dirty and riddled with scars its puckered lips still sown together. The woman in front of him fainted, "What no kiss?" the Dark Lord allowed himself a chuckle.

Setting the ghoulish head down on a nearby table it started to glow with a greenish hue. The whole room could feel some unseen pressure starting to build as if there was a thickness in the air. The Vampyre delighted in it all. He was revelling in who and what he was and scaring the hell out of a lot of people to do it.

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro's eyes widened as chaos ensued around him. Rats sqeaked and scurried around him. Roaches clung to his boots and spiders pricked up his pant legs.

Jiro flicked them off, shaking off the roaches and finding a good and hidden place in the back of the bar. He watched as the vampyre pulled the head from the sack and laid it on the table. He watched it begin to glow green-blue, and he felt pressure. It felt almost as if it were too humid in the room. Without thinking, Jiro shed his coat and tossed it to the ground, feeling somewhat better in the sleeveless shirt he now wore.

The vampyre was smiling evilly, and his once smooth, gliding, seductive appearance had fled, leaving now only the raw wickedness that lay within.

Jiro could see the fangs glinting in the greenish light, and couldn't imagine letting those things get within a few yards from him. Couldn't even think of being bitten and preyed upon by the vampyre.

His survival instinct was kicking in.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Intent upon the ghoulish head before him Dalamar had almost got lost in the moment. Taking the sharp end of his Katana he nipped the old string that held the mouth shut.

The Flood gates of hell seemed to open as the monstrous head started to spit out unholy gibberish. The thickness in the room gradually increased to some unknown crescendo as word after word uttered from its mouth. Grown men that where to close to the head started to break down and cry, as blood started to pour from there ears, nose and mouth. Then with a scream of terror they fell over on the floor in the cradle position. There faces looked glassy with fear as some died right there on the floor. Others just rocked back in forth holding themselves. One female went Rigid and Dalamar pulled her into his arms and ended her life gently. Her face was one of bliss as she fell to the floor slumped and lifeless.

The green glow seemed to increase as the effect spread across the room. The vampyre's neon red eye's scanned the crowd looking for Jiro. So obsessed was he for the man that he looked right past Miriya without any recognition.

The beating of his heart was clear but with so many people it was hard to pinpoint it. It was like trying to find one voice in a room full of people talking. Black fire ignited along the length of his blade silver and purple hues mixed with the green as the room turned into an undead disco. Even the vampyre found humor in that. The lady in pink had got blood on his boots kicking her to the side he moved into the crowd looking for his dinner...

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro stared.

At this point, it was the only thing he really could do. Moving was out of the question, the vampyre would find him too easily. But staying put wasn't exactly the smartest thing either. That would also be too easy for him to be caught.

Okay, Jiro, he coached himself. Look around you. What do you see? Besides bloody people, and dead or dying bodies, nothing out of the ordinary. He cast about for a back door. Nothing. Carefully, Jiro skirted the back of the bar, and went into the back rooms.

Score.

A door, allowing an inviting breeze in, stood wide open at the end of a hallway. Without second thought, he sprinted for it, and found himself in a deserted alley, that was dark, slightly wet and a little cold. But free. Jiro ran for the street and was away from the vampyre for the time being.

[Dalamar DeSang]

The room fell silent as the chanting ceased. The absence of Jiro caused the spell to end. The moans of the dead and dying echoed on the dance floor.

The Vampyre sheathed his weapon and grabbed the ghoulish head. Placing it delicately into the velvet bag that he had retrieved it from. He looked around for the exit that Jiro had taken. No one in the studio moved as a light shone on the center where Dalamar stood. They huddled together afraid to receive the attention of the Dark Lord. He had no interest in any of them, the wild hunt was on. Placing a small golden whistle to his mouth he signalled silently. The heavy footfalls of an animal could be heard pacing outside. The anticipation in the disco increased as they knew something was coming. Suddenly the doors burst open as four legged death entered. In what could only be described as a hell hound, it entered the establishment. Like a puppy loving its master its huge muzzle rubbed against the hand of Dalamar. Awaiting its orders to hunt..

The hound was black and large coming just above the waist of the vampyre. It had a silver and black collar around its thickly muscled neck. Its large carnivourous teeth filled its mouth as hungry saliva dripped from its massive head. Lifting a vial from his side he let the dog sniff the flask. With the scent taken the beast made a dash that sent people scurrying to get out of his way. Again the Sith Lord walked nonchalantly toward the exit intent on his retrieving the runaway Jiro...

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro's stomach suddenly dropped, and he had the disitinct feeling that he was being feircely hunted for. Jiro looked over his shoulder for the untold horror that crept behind.

The hair on the back of his neck was standing on end and his palms were sweating. And he didn't even know what he was running from. Jiro sped his pace and hurried to get to a more populated area.

The vampyre was bad news, this was all clear now. The fact that he was obsessed with hunting Jiro was pretty creepy. That was cleared up. The thing that was bugging Jiro, was why the vampyre hadn't been as quick to make chase this time as he had the last few times. Was it possible he'd given up? Jiro doubted. Had he found another target? That could be.

Could he have found something worse to chase Jiro?

Jiro gulped. He sincerely hoped not.

[Shrine Guardians]

Moloch leader of the Na'gari pack had received the signal from His Lord and Master. The Wild Hunt was on again. Dalamar had always taken well care of the canniballistic tribe under his command. They where always well fed while working for him. Once a year the pack would do a special hunt. Something the Master would call the Wild hunt. This was when he let the Na'gari participate fulfilling rites of passage for there young. There first kill so to speak. Some of the Nagari where quite animalistic pale and came in all odd sizes. Some where freakishly large, others small but intelligent. Most where vile little flesh eaters. There kind came quite in handy as little mess cleaners for the vampyre's who only craving was for the blood and not the flesh of their victims. He had released the Dogs upon receiving the signal two of them had begun weaving there way to the Master. It would take the Pack a little longer then they too would be behind there master in the hunt....

Moloch licked his lips, his youngest had barely passed initiation recently. He was now able to fully hunt with the pack. That was good because like a weak animal in a real pack the Nagari ate there young. He was thankful that he would not have to sacrifice his only son and that the hunt was on again.

[Selinica Miriya]

Hmm. My skills in stealth must be better than I thought. Unless he is losing his touch.

The woman with the charred soul grinned, a dark twinge in her icy eyes. She was observing from the deep shadows cast in the city's night, along with an occasional rooftop.

The pet. A strong one. Lucianus's hounds would make a toy out of it, even so.

The frantic and fleeing Jiro made for some entertainment as Dalamar hunted the boy out. But it was doubtful the boy would escape unscarred, if at all. The Sith Huntress slipped inside the disco, and walked quietly up behind Dalamar, placing both hands on his shoulders, and whispering...

"Are you enjoying your game?"

[Dalamar DeSang]

"Are you enjoying your game?"

A soft voice like velvet ice echoed in his ear. The Dark Lord turned slowly a smile already on his face. MIRIYA! Suddenly another kind of hunger filled him. He pulled her close. "I have missed you. Did you find the revenge you where looking for?"
The Vampyre had heard no news about her since there seperation nearly a year ago.

Just then Moloch chimed in on Dalamars intercom. "No sign of him yet milord, but the hound has his scent." Dalamar merely smiled. "Very well then I'll be along momentarily." If Jiro knew anything, he would count his blessing that the Dark Lord was momentarily distracted. Increasing his chance's for life. Miriya hadn't changed much, if anything she was even more beautiful than before. The vein in her neck pulsed in time with her heart. The vampyre unconciously licked his lips. After all he hadn't eaten yet. Still he was as always under complete control and Miriya was a friend. A tasty one at that he had to admit..

[Selinica Miriya]

A short look of angered disappointment flashed over her face.

"No. The time for my revenge has not yet come. Unfortunately."

She was watching him, and saw what was most likely going through his head, albeit unconciously. Miriya grinned.

"Remember, Dalamar. You're not hunting me" She said in a sly voice, slipping away from him, and adjusting the collar of her tunic, which zipped a quarter of the way up her neck.

"Let's go. If you stop chasing him, I lose my source of entertainment."

The Sith Huntress poked her head out the exit, to survey the nearby rooftops, then disappeared again.

She would be watching.

[Dalamar DeSang]

His mind back on the chase Dalamar left the disco and made haste to catch up with his dinner. Moving as only he could the vampyre moved thru the crowd. Unconciously people parted out of his way, not really looking at him but giving him room none the less. He could hear Jiro's heartbeat faint but healthy. Somehow the pack had lost him. The Vampyre's heart leaped with anticipation again. He had chosen his victim well for the wild hunt. If he could survive for the next 7 hours even Dalamar would salute him. The Na'gari very rarily lost someone's trail. Still the Dark Lord felt confident that his hell hound would not fail. The heavy footfalls of the beast where way ahead of him. His pet, it seemed was following the scent. Soon Jiro would be his. But even if he somehow lost his dog he would not shake the vampyre he had tasted his blood and they where linked. Not permanetly, not yet.

Dalamar smiled, he hadn't had a lackey in quite some time. This Jiro fit the mold perfectly. Maybe he wouldn't let the Na'gari have his blood dried remains after all. The vampyre didn't know what the kid would consider a worser fate. Death or an eternity of slavery. It mattered little it would play out how it would. Leaping on a lower balcony then to a nearby roof. The vampyre ran the guantlet of building getting closer now not having to run thru the crowd. He could almost hear the heavy breathing of the man that he hunted....

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro could feel the haunted eyes of the vampyre following him, as if he could not escape no matter what he did. He kept darting through the street.

Jiro quickly chose an alleyway off to the side, slipping through the shadows and inching into a slightly open door. Carefully, and quietly, Jiro made his way through the abandoned building. He dashed across an open room and to another doorway. He stepped out into a foreign alley an assessed the situation quickly before finding a thick crowd to immerse himself in.

Slowed to a walk, Jiro now took the time to look around him. He saw no sign of the vampyre, but Jiro was not going to let his guard down.

That would be supremely stupid.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar landed softly on the building below him. Looking down into the crowd he thought he briefly saw Jiro. Where was his hunters to quell the prey? He didn't know but it didn't matter. It was all for him anyway. Just then he heard the wild braying of some fearsome beast. He smiled his hound had done good. He was rushing thru the streets as people screamed and cleared a path for it. Its black eyes matched its black fur. It pounded like thunder down the road. He saw Jiro turn, saw the fear in his eyes grow again. The Vampyre watched from his elevated view point for a moment. Then moving to the other side where Jiro was apt to run he stood and waited. He so liked it when his prey ran headlong into him. There suprise was always sweet right before the kill....

He could feel Miriya eye's upon him yet he couldn't see her. She was close nevertheless. Maybe she to would like to play with the Vampyre's dinner.

[Selinica Miriya]

Miriya had been watching him. With a slight look of unamusement that Dalamar could not hunt Jiro on his own power. That was one thing the huntress knew she was more than capable of, being a lone wolf of sorts.

But the thought of helping a little blood flow a more liberal course affected her standings sometimes.

Mmmmm.

She ran her tongue over the tips of her teeth. An unconcious habit that made her want to use them, but not in the way that her vampyre ally did.

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro could hear the dog. Hear it, but not see it. He could also feel the eyes of the vampyre on him. And another pair of eyes was watching him too. But he did not know who.

Jiro knew that the vampyre was waiting for him. Just beyond his vision. Right inside the shadow of a doubt. Jiro's ears focused on the baying of the hellhound. He turned as quickly as his numb legs allowed towards the most likely escape route.

And there he saw them. The red eyes in the darkness, a glimpse before they appeared.

"Holy-" he spat before skidding to a stop just before running straight into the waiting teeth of the vampyre. Backing up a few paces he glanced around.

Option one: turn and be eaten by the dog instead of the vampyre.

Option two: keep running and risk being eaten by the vampyre.

Or, option three: take your risks running another direction and possibly be attacked by the third party which was stalking you.

Jiro looked at the vampyre, looked at the ever gaining dog, considered his options...

And gave up.

"Look, I quit. The game's over, alright?" he said, staring angrily into the smouldering eyes of the vampyre. "Eat me, and get it over with," Jiro said resolutely, very tired of running for the life he was apparently going to lose anyway.

[Dalamar DeSang]

"Look, I quit. The game's over, alright? Eat me, and get it over with."

Without hesitation the Vampyre leapt upon his prey. Black darkness surronded Jiro as the vampyre grabbed him and pulled him close. Suddenly his desire to surrender seemed to fade. He saw his death in the eyes of the Vampyre Lord. Dalamar smiled a wicked, nowing smile. One who knew death well and was about to introduce you. Jiro had the sudden feelling of sinking, falling into the vampyres thrall. All his muscles screamed to run yet he stood motionless in the iron grip. His teeth where razor sharp and he smelled of sweet tooled leather. His black armor old and ancient was nevertheless well maintained and glistened like obsidian. Only the Red clasp on his chest that held his Swords in an x on his back was of any visible color. Jiro marvelled that he could obsess over this small detail upon his impending death. He wondered if all thought such foolish things before they died. Jiro felt a sharp pain as Dalamar buried his teeth into his shoulder. Pain and ectasty filled him at the same time. Black loathing at what was happening to him. Yet also not wanting him to stop for the feeling of power and completeness it gave him.

Just then they where interupted by the soldiers that had been in the bar. Apparently they had known of his prescence. "It was a trap!" 4 or 5 soldiers pulled the vampyre down and many more rushed in to pile on him. Jiro stood there shocked and bleeding as the vampyre went down....

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro's nerves were numbing every second the vampyre held onto him. His eyes went dark and all though the pain was excrutiating, the pleasure it brought almost balanced it out. His breaths were coming in short, and he was gasping.

But after only a few moments that seemed like two lifetimes, he heard a slur of voices. Shouts it seemed. Angry ones, too. He felt the vampyre's grip on him wither and fade, and the hard ground met his skull as he could see again, and clearly saw the vampyre being taken down by the soldiers from the bar.

What had happened? Had they been tracking the vampyre? Jiro couldn't immediately tell, and he didn't have the strength to raise up and find out. He lay there wondering for a few moments as the feeling came back into his limbs.

And as pain shot through from the wound on his shoulder he jumped, or rather stumbled, to his feet and tripped off in another direction, holding his shoulder and escaping away.

As he ran, he went around a corner, running nearly straight into someone. A woman, he noticed, but was too delerious still to pay much attention.

With a muttered, "S'cuse me," Jiro limped as far from the scene of the vampyre lord as possible.

[Linn O'Conner]

Linn had not been watching long. She had not seen the beginning of this chase, nor, in fact, the early middle of it. She did not know who was being chased, and she could not get a good look at the chaser. But ever since she'd seen that boy running from the oddly glowing bar earlier that evening, she'd been intigued.

Linn O'conner was making her way down the street that was parallel to the one on which the chase was ocurring. She could hear it, but she could not see it well, not for the buildings beside her. She wasn't sure why she was so interested in the way the chase would turn out, but she was. Something about it seemed familiar.

Linn glanced down a street and saw the boy standing, facing someone cloaked by darkness. He seemed to be agitated, and looked as if he were talking. Linn walked down the street slowly, keeping her eyes on the boy, and carefully hid herself in the shadows of the corner of a building. All she could see of the person in black was that he had red eyes; red eyes that stared into the boy. Through the boy and into Linn.

Linn felt as if she knew those eyes.

For a few long moments it seemed, nothing happened. Then the Red-Eyed Man gently and fluidly took the boy into his arms, and flashed fangs in the hazy night lights, sliding them slowly into the boy's shoulder.

Linn's brow furrowed. It was a vampyre. Linn hadn't seen a vampyre in...ages, it seemed. Not since...

But the memory of the vampyre she'd known for only a little while was slashed through with voices coming from the street. Soldiers were running towards the boy and the vampyre. They were like a tsunami, bearing down on them, threatening to drown them. They laid hands on the vampyre and pulled him away, the boy sinking to the ground.

Linn watched as the soldiers piled on the vampyre and the boy seemed amazed by what was going on. The boy got up--well, clambored up--and headed for her alley way. He was running fast, despite the fact that he seemed very numb. He turned the corner behind which she was hiding and rammed shoulders with her.

"S'cuse me," he muttered before darting away down the alley. Linn's eyes were drawn back to the scene in front of her. She wondered why the soldiers were after the vampyre as she watched them yell to each other and yell at the vampyre they had in thier grasp.

[Selinica Miriya]

You're slipping Dalamar. Becoming careless.

The Sith Huntress jumped off the building top from which she was most recently observing, and approached the pile of soldiers on top of her acquaintance. Arms folded across her chest, and tapping a foot, she watched them amusedly.

"You're sloppy. The whole lot of you." Miriya had drawn her Black Blade, and was holding it under the chin of one of the soldiers, when they had all stopped to see who was insulting them. The soldier at the end of her blade had begun to move again.

She laughed, chillingly. "Oh... Now, I wouldn't suggest that. My blades, especially this one in particular, aren't exactly dull."

The soldier gave her a smug grin and a smirk. For that, she gave him a nick on the side of his neck. He froze.

"That's a good man. Now release him. All of you. NOW."

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar chuckled lightly as he heard Miriya command. "That's a good man. Now release him. All of you. NOW." Dalamar spoke with black confidence "Better do as she says." He could feel her impression thru the force. That he had grown careless? Hardly, he just wanted the skulkers to show themselves so that he could dispatch them personally. Still it warmed his cold heart that she was willing to help. Dalamar wrapped his black talon hand on the soldiers face in front of him. Like blood pudding his face yielded to the crushing pressure of the Vampyre Lords grip. He gave a shuddering whimper then died pitifully. The vampyre threw him to the side. Where the pack of Na'gari had been patiently waiting.

They started to feed on the mans mangled remains. The soldier that was on the tip of Miriya blade was the only one that remained motionless. The other soldiers started to move in a panic run. They where not fast enough the Na'gari attacked them. The trap they had planned for the Vampyre had backfired on them. Pale cannibals of deadly speed they grabbed them one by one. Still alive they dragged them kicking and screaming down the alley. There high powered weapons fired wildly killing a few Na'gari and passerbys. Dalamar found nothing more intimidating to would be hunters than being eaten alive. The one survivor looked in horror. His comrades body parts flew in the air in a sickening feeding frenzy. The Na'gari where like walking pirahna's they ate the flesh of there victims lustily. "So Miriya what do you want to do with this one." The Black Lord of the Sith said with a smile....

Jiro's heart beat with the pleasure of the bite. He was not sure if he had even had the time to infect him. But he did know one thing the thief's blood was sweet. He knew that he was to the right of him and would follow soon after this drama had played itself out. These Vamp hunters had been looking to corner Dalamar for months now. The Death Dealer had started to believe that they would never get the nerve up to attack. Sadly, for them he was mistaken.

[Selinica Miriya]

Miriya's icy blue eyes bore down on the remaining soldier. She spoke half to him, half to Dalamar.

"I could flay him, cut him down where he stands, or...." She tilted the soldier's head up a little with the tip of her blade. "...let him go. The last is a highly unlikely course. Mercy is not my forte. What do you think? What do you want?"

The questions were posed to both the vampyre and the man whose life was at the end of her implement. A sickeningly pleasured smile tugged her lips upward and outward.

[Linn O'Conner]

What had just happened was a blur, and she watched as another person jumped into the picture. Linn observed them, and watched the vampyre feed on the soldiers.

Animal, was the word that came to her mind, but she decided to continue watching, waiting. These two intrigued her greatly. She hoped they were too occupied with their present fun to notice she was there. But she knew to be on her guard. Vampyres were not things to be trifled with.

[Dalamar DeSang]

"Let him live, word of this will spread. Then I won't have to waste my time killing fools." Dalamar spoke smoothly. The soldiers voice turned to whimpering gibberish. "Please, please I have a sick mother and two children pleasssseeee... He soiled himself when Miriya adjusted the blade, thinking that he was going to die.

Dalamar was disgusted at the cowardice and thought briefly that maybe death WOULD better suit him. Tears streamed down his face endlessly. The vampyre waited patiently death or life it mattered little to him. Jiro ran into someone his heart jumped Dalamar looked towards the alley like an alarm had gone off in his head. Standing there was a young female attractive and familiar but from this distance he could not make her out. Anyway when Miriya was done he had his direction for the hunt to continue...

[Selinica Miriya]

Miriya released a disgruntled cough.

How...boring. "Fine." She dragged the tip along his neck to scratch him before removing it from his personal space altogether. With a flick of the wrist she flipped the blood off her blade, and gave it a quick wipe prior to sheathing it. "The faster you remove yourself from my presence, the longer you live. Get."

[Linn O'Conner]

Linn could see the vampyre looking her direction. She swallowed hard, her hand finding its way safely around her blaster. Though it would not do much good against them, it helped her cope.

The vampyre's eyes seemed fixated on her, though she could tell he was looking after the boy who had all but knocked her down only a moment ago. Sinking farther into the shadows Linn tried to removerself from the vampyre's immediate vision. She felt it probably would end up worse for her if she didn't.

[Dalamar DeSang]

The Vampyre turned and followed in the direction of his prey. Miriya would follow in her own time. But the hunt must go on. Whistling, his hound pulled up next to him. He moved silently and quickly towards the alley.

[Linn O'Conner]

Linn saw the vampyre moving slowly, like liquid towards her. It didn't help matters that she couldn't see his face, but he had a huge dog with him. One that looked more than happy to eat her alive with the chance.

Slowly, Linn moved backwards, losing her cover as she did, but getting closer to a doorway. The vampyre's head was down and his eyes glowed menacingly. Linn knew those eyes. The way they stared through her even though they weren't looking at her. The way they illuminated the eclectrically charged air around him.

But where had she seen them? Certainly not recently. But somewhere. Somewhere in her past they were there. Glowing like a fire that wouldn't go out.

Who was he?

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar stopped in the alley and crouched down. There on the alley floor was blood. It was attached to some clothing that Jiro wore when Dalamar had him. The vampyre licked his lips in anticipation. His blood HAD been sweet. Jiro's will had lapsed momentarily. Apparently he thought if he surrendered that Dalamar would be reasoned with. Only, when he was wrapped in black Death did he realize that he was wrong. His will to fight resurfaced again. This was excellent to the vampyres mind. In all his long life he had never picked an unworthy participant for the Wild hunt. When he openly surrendered the vampyre disdained the youth.

Someone moved to the left of the Vampyre Lord. She shied away clinging to the shadows. She was slim and beautiful that was all he could see in the quick glimpse of her. He heard a scuffle behind him wondering if Miriya had decided to kill the man after all. No, she was gone but he knew she was following. It made him smile and he knew he would like to break thru her shell and make her smile also. Dalamar turned back to the hunt handing the scrap of cloth over to the hound he sniffed and then ran off. Dalamar trotted beside him. Dawn approached and his dinner was waiting....

[Linn O'Conner]

Linn had been spotted. The vampyre had looked right at her, but payed her no mind. He was after that boy who had just passed her. Linn didn't figure the boy had gotten veyr far, so slowly, carefully, she moved out of the shadows and went after the vampyre, keeping what she hoped was a safe distance away.

His movements were familiar and he intrigued her so. She just had to follow him. It was almost like...he was making her.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Traces of Jiro where found along the trail. He turned out to be a worthy hunt after all. He realized his death was imminent and he ran. He now moved like he was part of the city. Ducking thru alleys, climbing ladders. entering buildings and then exiting all in a vain attempt to lose the Dark Lord. He was again thrilled with the chase the wild hunt was in full swing. "Run little one it will make your blood all the sweeter."


Dalamar wondered openly where the Na'gari had gotten to. They usually helped hound the quarry like his faithful hound. But they had been no where to be seen since the scuflle with the soilders.

[Sarisha Shade]

The nightclub dancer had just finished her shift, peering over her shoulder in case a predator of the night had paid notice of her and would act upon his insatiable lust and ambush her.

Sarisha was armed, but only with a dagger, its scabbard secured on the inside of her left thigh. She was an accomplished wielder of the blade, she had to be, in her line of work and the safety hazzards of which accompanied her chosen profession of the arts. Crystal blue eyes darted across the street, laying survey to any of whom may pose trouble and offer chase.

Then it hit her, a puissant magnetic pull.

"What the?" She asked herself, feeling like a vacuum was ingesting her essence, probing her every thought, molding itself into her mind, mentally undressing her.

Picking up the pace, she instinctively glanced down dark alleyways as she became increasingly phobic, shadows appeared living, her nerves overworked by a host of heinous images intruding into her conscious. The only purpose she had possessed at that given moment was to get home, leaving the turbulent night behind her to live another day.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Using the force Dalamar scanned the area. He was looking for Jiro. A Beacon went off inside of Dalamars head. Someone was out there. Not Jiro but something else. Something just as special. Two souls worthy of the Wild Hunt? Dalamar could not believe it. He could do nothing about it, right at the moment. But this second one had a hunger for the change that he did not see in Jiro. Still it didn't matter if Jiro wanted the gift that Dalamar had to offer. The Wild hunt was created to seperate the chaff from the wheat. To turn those worthy of the gift into others like himself.


If in the hunt they showed themselves unworthy they would simple be killed. Jiro almost failed the test when he openly surrendered. Dalamar thought it a shame. But the Dragon within his heart reared up and the steel in his gut strengthened. He fought for his life. Making Dalamar happy that he had not in fact chosen wrong as he had thought he did.


But now there was a new player. How would she fare in the wild hunt? Or would she willingly give herself over to be one like himself? Enough! He could be distracted no more the hunt for Jiro must continue. But as he chased after him he marked the force signature. He would find her eventually or maybe even come to him of her own free will...

[Linn O'Conner]

Linn saw the vampyre stop and she felt his powers reaching, probing, all around looking for that boy. Linn felt his powers touch her, gently at first, then harshly, raking across her sould making her shiver.

Linn reached into her pouch and wrapped her hand around the warm gem she found there. It gave her comfort as she backed up a little, to stay out of the vampyre's senses. He had not only touched her, but someone else. Another woman...she was paranoid. Linn shook off the feeling as the vampyre's senses left her. She shivered again as the vampyre took off.

Linn continued after him, having to quicken her pace to keep him in her sights. He dearly loved this hunt. Of that, Linn was sure.

[Sarisha Shade]

"Get out of my mind!" Sarisha muttered in annoyance as she found herself running from the probe slipping into her subconscious, but to where she had no clue. Her home was her previous destination, but now she felt the uncanny drive and urgency to meet this enticing entity head on and deal with him, to maybe slashing his throat if it deemed necessary, so no more would fall as victims to his devious exploits.

There was something else that drew her near, something seductive that tantalized her. Sarisha was now more curious than anything to greet this creature and ascertain his motives.

She thought she caught a glimpse of a woman in a corner, but as soon as she tried to lock her vision on her, the woman had disappeared. Sarisha felt cold in this dismal part of the town, as if all of her wildest fantasies and horrors were pulling her closer to an abysmal jungle forged of both dreams and nightmares.

[Dalamar DeSang]

"Get out of my mind!" Dalamar felt her push back. The Iron in her was strong. Dalamar was hunting Jiro he would not abandon the Wild Hunt. But to have three that where worthy all at the same time! It was unheard of. The Vampyre kept his mind on the hunt but the possibilities where distracting. Even now he felt the two Lioness tracking his backtrail. He only had to turn around. Jiro was getting even more clever. Dalamar had briefly lost his trail. He didn't know how Jiro did it. Regretabely for him his hound had picked the scent back up.

He had spilled what seemed to be some kind of acid to smoke his scent. Still this shouldn't have totally masked him from the Vampyre. Jiro had only two more hours until Dawn. Dalamar could never remember when a Wild Hunt had, had so many distractions...

[Jiro Lawson]

Jiro was quietly making his way down a deserted street. He had lost the vampyre. For the moment, at least. But the wound on his shoulder was throbbing, blood trickling down his back and arm. Blood he couldn't afford to lose.

Jiro glanced behind him as he carefully pressed on the wound with some fabric from his pants. It was already mostly crimson, but Jiro held it on. He couldn't let himself lose too much blood. If he'd he become weak, and if he became weak...

He'd be found...

[Dalamar DeSang]

Another drop of blood. Dalamar was closing the gap on Jiro. As he rounded the corner he saw his victim at the end of a long alley. He turned down onto a connecting alley far ahead. The filth of the street would hide him no more. The vampyre and his hound moved faster now. There prey was nearly theres. The wild hunt would end soon.

[Sarisha Shade]

As Sarisha caught up with the vampyre, the power he churned fascinated her. An array of questions poured into her mind, the main stream being why was he hunting the boy. She was almost upon them, taking in the intricate panorma view was also an ample sized hound, no doubt trained to accomodate the vampyre's wishes, yet his presence bore her no caution.


Whilst unsheathing her serated dagger, she pressed the switch blade so it opened like a rancor's mouth, thirsting to bite into flesh. Yet something halted her ascention to intervene. It pulled her soul into it's web, its tendrils twisting her mind with the desires of his. What ever he was about to do to the boy, Sarisha wanted it, she would own it. She craved it, and pulled ahead to voice her hunger of which spread through her veins, screaming to take hold of that blinding wrath to make it her proverbial pet. There were so many in her life she had wanted to eradicate, and thought if the vampyre agreed, would switch his purpose in her favor.


"Why waste your talents on him, when you can have one who would treasure your gift like me," Sarisha offered in his stead, her gaze now only glued onto the vampyre, a stunning sight to behold, one far surpassing the realm of imagination.

[Linn O'Conner]

Linn watched as the woman offered herself to the vampyre. Whether it was out of compassion for the boy, or pure lust for it herself, Linn was unsure. She strained her eyes to see them and her ears to hear what they were saying.

She saw the vampyre tilt his head upwards a little as if considering, and Linn got a good look at his face as lights lit it up.

And Linn could have fainted.

That was...no, it couldn't be! Could it? Thoughts chased around in Linn's mind, trying to make sense of it. Linn blinked, then blinked again and she stumbled backwards a little. Was it really the vampyre she'd met what seemed like so long ago? Could this blood demon really be the vampyre she'd met then?

Linn scowled. She'd have to be convinced.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar was at first angered by the appearance of the strange woman. Then Elated. She was the 'other'

"Why waste your talents on him, when you can have one who would treasure your gift like me."

The female radiated anger, fury, rage and lust. She was a dragon with her claws bared.

Time had grown terminally short. Jiro had only an hour until dawn and freedom. The vampyre was pressed for time. Should he chase one or accept another?

The hunter in him knew that Jiro would easily be caught now. He was wounded and tired. Just a few yards away. But he would fight against the gift. Where as she would accept it with the gratitude and obedience that it deserved.

Dalamar answered in a smooth unwavering voice. "I will have you." He reached out and gently touched her face. Brushing the hair out of her eyes. The Vampyre looked into hers pools of blue with a hunger all his own.

He felt her pulse quicken and her heart race in anticipation. She licked her lips with desire as Dalamar moved closer to her.

[Sarisha Shade]

The awakening of a soul, once dormant, was reaching for the man with the 'Dark Trick', as Sarisha gave into his command, her arms aching to hold him and embrace the vampyre, the predator of the dark blood of which would dictate onto her mind for all eternity.

His fragrance was enticing, a free spirit whom could spell the doom of each and every entity he would come across in his shrouded travels. The power was overwhelming as he closed in, her body shaking from the pressure that was about to explode into her conscious, massaging away all the weaknesses she had discovered within herself through time, untill she met the man of whom would deliver her to a plane of an existence, teeming with confidence to disperse all whom dared to belittle or use her. Such was the case of her life thus far.

Sarisha understood now, and was ready. Some could not comprehend the vampyre's objective, swimming in a sea of defiance to a mortal's claim of life, destined for old age and the regrets of wasted quests to which accompanied it. She had a chance to right the wrongs that were dealt her. Sarisha had the opportunity to live unobstructed by life's demands.

Eagerly she awaited his presence to pierce her body, evacuating all that held her back, and reawakening the creature who would do his bidding, her Master, who would bestow onto her the renewed eyes of what once was blinded by the restrictions of fate.

[Dalamar DeSang]

The Vampyre felt the prescence of someone familiar near, but at the moment he was to preoccupied to concern himself with it. He pulled Sarisha into his waiting arms. His touch still soft and gentle.

There was no need to ask meaningless questions. Such as did she truly know what she was asking for. He knew that she was aware of what was about to transpire. Her death and rebirth at the hands of the Vampyre Lord. She would be the one, Jiro was momentarily forgotten a rare survivor of the Wild Hunt. He would hunt him later but not to turn him. They had unfinished buisness and Dalamar meant to have the last word.

Sarisha wrapped her arms around Dalamars neck. She wasn't shy in the least and the Vampyre liked that. She tilted her head to the side in eager anticipation. The Vampyre didn't dissapoint her. He buried his fangs deeply into her veins and drank deeply the hot blood he so eagerly craved.

Liquid fire filled her as her back arched and her grip tightened. Pleasure and pain to intense to speak of tingled thru her body. Every nerve on fire. More, and more of her did Dalamar take in. His hunger not yet satisfied. As he fed he laid the blood call on her. The blood call unbreakable, unforgetable it would mark her forever as His.

Releasing her softly to the ground he waited for her Rebirth into the Darkness....

[Linn O'Conner]

Linn's brow knitted together as she watched the vampyre steal away the life the woman so desperately offered. Linn could not fathom what made it so enticing. But the woman sank into the arms of the vampyre, clinging to him for dear life.

But almost as soon as it began, it was over, and the woman melted to the ground, the vampyre bent over her, his form strong, and enticing, but at the same time, striking an unspeakable fear into Linn.

The vampyre was waiting. Waiting for the woman to rise again. Not as herself, but as his servant, his...offspring. A shiver ran down Linn's spine as she thought of who this vampyre could be. And what she had just watched.

[Sarisha Shade]

Dreams...the blissful escape from a reality carrying the stench of man's selfish escapades, befitting their ruling of worlds compromised by a repulsive order.

Sarisha felt anew, memories of old still plaguing her conceptions. But now, as a child of darkness, she could allot the revenge that had been supressed in her youth for so long, now forever encased in a body of perfection thanks to the Dark gift, free from the ravages that would ensue old age.

She lifted herself off the ground, her senses overpowering as she took her first step into the initiation of a vampyre's domain, unblemished, an animation of a novel power now inscribed within her soul. Her sire stood there reading her reactions. And they were bleeding of retribution of all who have wronged her in a questionable past, and to those of whom she would fill her insatiable hunger to ingest not only their blood, but to ride their minds and skirt fallen thoughts. An avengement coupled with their life's sweet nectar that would feed the next child of the night.

Sarisha Shade glided gracefully over to Dalamar as if she danced the distance between them, her profound gaze reaching for his attention.

"I thirst, master," were her first words bathed in an urgent want to inhale the liquid that sustained a mortal's life line. She would have this and more... .. .

[Dalamar DeSang]

She placed her tender hand in his. Never had anyone so quickly, so eagerly turned to the darkness. Her death was a released sigh, breathing out the old, taking in the new. She was now Dalamar's mistress, a death dealer like himself. He pulled her close.

Her lips spoke with soft urgency. "I thirst Master."

"You are weak, newly born to the darkness." Dalamar tilted his head to the left and embraced her. Her teeth plunged sweetly into his neck. Pleasure and pain filled them both as red hot blood sealed them together Master and apprentice. She was truly a dragon in her heart he had chosen correctly in picking her over Jiro.

He held her tenderly in his embrace while she fed....

[Selinica Miriya]

Miriya stood high on the rooftop overlooking her vampyric acquaintance as the beast sired a new child to the praise of the abyss.

She grinned. "Hmm." The Sith Huntress kept tabs on where the others who had been included in the hunt had scampered off to. The woman jumped off the roof, landing feet first in a crouch on the ground.

Miriya stood, and watched Sarisha feed, with intensity. "Congratulations, Dalamar. A fine choice you have made." There was the faintest hint of sarcasm in her absentminded words, but no one would know why, not even herself. They had just come out that way.

[Sarisha Shade]

"What?" Sarisha asked the Huntress washed in a stone-like gaze, the blood of her sire dripping down her chin, wiped clean away as she brushed her hand across her crimson lips.

She felt the filling exchange of each other's blood as if her mind was scaling the clouds on a brisk windy day, taking her to places once denied from reach as a mere mortal, now encompassed by the realm of possibilities her vampyre form would bestow onto her.

Sarisha was reluctant to break the embrace with Dalamar after she had been fed. Never in her life had she held a man such as he, now apart of her, an entity so magnetic, one she would hold homage for all eternity, her Master, whom would sail the chartered seas of triumph, to be swallowed by their majestic lairs.

Holding her gaze on the Huntress, she stepped away from her sire to confront the woman, undoubtedly an ally to Dalamar. She sensed her as if she had known the woman.
"What does she want?" Sarisha laid inquest, squaring her shoulders, a bold replica of what once was human, and vulnerable to all it's weaknesses, now stood a creature of the night, as dangerous as venom.

[Dalamar DeSang]

"Congratulations, Dalamar. A fine choice you have made." Miriya said as she landed softly.

Dalamar didn't understand the attitude when Miriya had landed but he knew her well. Maybe a tinge of jealousy that even she hadn't caught. He doubted it Miriya was beautiful but she had no fickle heart. Yet still it was there a small undercurrent of unhappiness. Maybe a hunt interuppted?

"Thank you, Miriya. Never has the Wild Hunt came to me. Or so willingly as she has." Dalamar sensed his new apprentice bristling over the prescence of the new woman... He knew that being newly turned can make you easily sensitive. As part of you dies and other parts awaken.

He put a soft hand on Sarisha saying nothing openly, but thru the blood call they now shared he spoke to ease her.
"Be calm, Sarisha your blood is hot right now...Miriya is our friend."

"What does she want?" She said out loud.

Dalamar looked at Miriya then to Sarisha. "What she wants I imagine is to finish the hunt. Like me she hates to let the boy get away."

Again the Vampyre felt that familiar feeling again. He WAS being watched. By who he didn't know. If an enemy they would be dealt with. For now he had what he came for and she was beautiful.

She had willingly taken what the vampyre had to offer. Never had one given so much for the call. She looked very much like a female version of himself. DeSang smiled, she was truly a dragon in her heart. He would have to be careful not to be bitten.

[Linn O'Conner]

Linn knew it was the vampyre she met. She was sure of it now. Linn looked down at her feet for a moment, angry for some reason. Furious, really. But there wasn't much of a reason why she should be. She opened her pack and looked at the ruby with gold carving in it. "Think on me and I will be there" was what it said. It glistened and for some odd reason Linn wanted to throw it at the vampyre.

But she just turned her face back up to keep watching. She didn't particularly want to step right in the middle of three vampyres, at least two of which were still heated for the hunt, but she was wanted to talk to the vampyre she'd met. The vampyre she couldn't beleive was standing before her now.

[Sarisha Shade]

"And her?!" Sarisha motioned with a gesture of her ivory paled hand over to Linn, wondering what purpose she served in the hunt.

The female vampyre's senses were gaining in strength, her hearing acute, magnifying eyes captured images beyond all expectations, and her sense of smell was that of a wild predator, patiently waiting to secure its victim.

Sarisha could detect the hot blood stemming from these women, and she wanted to consume what held them alive. She knew the Huntress was off limits, so she gathered her sights on the other.

Sauntering over to Linn, Sarisha's presence charged warning, her tresses now the color of platinum white, silky as it was untamed. Her fangs were bared as she moved on her.

"The Master has said nothing of you, human. I claim your blood," she voiced in a threatening demeanor, with hunger draping from her chilling decree.

"Don't move, or I will inflict the pain of a hundred deaths for you to taste, far surpassing any agony you may have touched upon in your travels. I am not one to be reckoned with," the creature's articulation boomed into the night.

In a flash she was upon Linn, her elongated razor sharp finger nails cupping her chin ever so gently, playing with her for now, as Sarisha opened her mouth boasting twin animal-like incisors. Her tongue licked the newest instruments of her unfaltered alteration, as she pressed her prey to her wishes. If Dalamar objected, she would cease her motives, but most reluctantly, as she would have been denied twice thus far from an invigorating feeding.

Such was the case in her past life as she abhored to be bossed around, a tool of their whims of society's pleasure, finding geat disdain to be denied life's treasures, since her pay was limited, but now she would claim all that has been beyond her mortal reach.

She would have her revenge at the night club in time. Her boss whom had always made passes at her, purposely cut her pay since she rejected his efforts in claiming her, messing with her confidence in hopes she would melt into his arms. So many had made that assault onto her mind and body, making her feel inferior, warned to take what was offered if she was smart. But she would not forfeit her body to gain a more comfortable life style. No more. All people who dared to mark her as just another easy sex kitten, would pay with their lives. Sarisha would have her wants fullfilled, to quench her thirst, and unholster a blistering revenge befitting the wake of a dragon's wrath.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar spoke to Sarisha and when he did his voice was like cooling water on her hot hunger. He saw that she visibly eased her grip on Linn.

Linn. Where had she come from and what was she doing? It was not good for her to be here right now. Especially with his own blood hot from the Wild Hunt. Dalamar felt responsible for Sarisha's actions. His own thirst was placed upon her. She was not use to it as he was. How could she be, he had centuries to gain the self control he now had.

But still when seeing Linn like that, her face cupped in Sarisha's hands he wanted her. Both of there blood was hot tonight. But power without restraint or control was foolishness. Also he didnt attack friend, allies no matter how much the blood grew hot.

"Sarisha come away." Using the blue coolnes of the blood call. He eased her RAGING thirst. Her desire to kill everthing in her path. "I will train you Sarisha, turn from her and come to your new life."

"Linn in honor of the past I would ask you to leave. Its not safe here right now." He turned his face away from her briefly. The hunger was upon him. He gathered himself in HE was in control not the BLOOD. "Please leave." He then turned from her completely.

He hoped she would understand. Tonight the night of the WILD HUNT his thirst and hunger was multiplied 10 fold.

Every one tensed to see what would happen next.

[Linn O'Conner]

Linn had suddenly become unafraid in the grip of the vampyre woman. She heard Dalamar call her off and Linn looked forward again as Dalamar turned away from her. Linn cracked her knuckles as he finished asking her to leave.

Leave. It was the last thing she was planning on doing. She was numb now, and didn't care if all three of them bit her. But she didn't have any intention of letting them continue their attack on the boy. They should have at least chosen someone thier own size to pick on.

"It's nice to see you again, Dalamar," Linn said, her voice as icy as she could make it. "I see you've been keeping yourself busy with your...harem." Linn smiled. A smile that was more of a sneer. "Nice job."

[Sarisha Shade]

Sarisha hissed as Linn had the blatant audacity to refer to her as his harem. She stalked Linn, circling the woman as she flashed her dagger, temptation written on her countenance to teach the brazen woman a lesson she would never forget. Sarisha peered over to Dalamar, her eyes narrowed as the blood call reached him.

Master...Should we let such a mortal to past idle judgement on to us? Allow me to show off my experience with the blade on this one. I promise it shall be most entertaining, she asked Dalamar in protest, although harboring her restraint as not to defy him, had openly relayed permission to take the foolish woman down with her own hands, not by losing control on her hunger, but to satiate her drive to exterminate any whom rendered disrespect onto the vampyres.

[Selinica Miriya]

Miriya smirked, then grinned, her icy eyes full of intent.

"Linn..You're being disrespectful. I hope you know what you're doing, because my blade is very thirsty, and..."

The Sith Huntress looked the girl over, fine blonde hair falling into her eyes. A dark beauty, becoming hungry to kill, despite her status as something a little more than a 'mere mortal'...She was still ultimately mortal. The blood she would free would wash her blade and bless the street. "...you seem quite fitting to satisfy it with each transgression."

[Linn O'Conner]

Linn looked the other woman over. Linn had been mistaken. This woman was still human. She smiled sighing as she looked over at the fledgeling vampyre woman just salivating to get a hold over her.

Linn didn't doubt that if Dalamar gave the word, the vampyre would pounce and drink her dry. But Linn didn't think Dalamar would allow it. This human woman however would do what she pleased and at the moment was Linn's only concern.

"Well," she said, brushing back her cloak to open her hip sack. "I do wish that I could chat, but I must be going, and I'd like to return something." Linn lifted out the red stone, the golden words glinting lightly. "Dalamar!" she called, and threw the stone at him. Turning, Linn began down the alley the boy had disappeared down and heard the stone crack against the ground, clattering along it until it came to a stop.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Never again DeSang thought never again! He would not hurt those that where his friends. He had made a promise to himself. The blood lust was always there. But he was the Master here not his desire or hunger.

Using the force Dalamar levitated the stone to him. He looked it over it was only slightly damaged. He knew Linn didn't understand and right now he didn't have the time to explain it to her. The Vampyre sighed... as he pondered to himself, 3000 yrs old and still I haven't mastered the thoughts of women. How could he explain the Wild Hunt. The finding of those worthy of the gift that he had to offer? What? Did her notion of Vampyre's end only in romantic foolishness. Doesn't she eat lesser being for food? Am I any different to hunger?

Dalamar let his mind stray to long the two women where staring at him.. Frustation at Linn had caused him to be rude and that would not do. He spoke cheerfully to his new apprentice and to Miriya his friend.

"Come Sarisha the sun rises and we must be away." Dalamar nodded to Miriya. "Thank you for your assistance. I enjoyed hunting with you. You are as beautiful as you are deadly and I'm sure a guard or two will remeber the wounds you gave them."

[Selinica Miriya]

Miriya smirked at the vampyre Dalamar's musings. She turned the blade towards herself, and sheathed it with a quick schwiiink.

"Always a pleasure, Dalamar. I'll see you around, i'm sure. Good fortune with your new ward." With that, the lone wolf huntress turned heel and slipped off into the night. They would meet again.

They always did.

[Redeemer]

She watched from the darkness the scene infront of her unfolding. With a smirk of her full lips, she kept her gaze upon Dalamar. She had been tracking his movement for awhile now, not keeping her presence shielded. Whether he knew he was being tailed by her, she did not know. It had been awhile since she last saw him, she thought to strike up the acquaintence once again.

Mira had grown bored and decided to got out for some fun when she had crossed Dalamar feeding off the young man and then the trap. Her green eyes scanned the area, lifting an eyebrow. This was too good.

"Dalamar, what a triangle you have wrought." Mira said, coming out of the shadows, a smile lighting her crimson lips, her pale skin a stark contrast against them. Her smile widened, revealing ivory fangs as she approached.

[Sarisha Shade]

Sarisha merely nodded, sheathed her dagger, and joined Dalamar by his side. She indeed had alot to learn, as well as to repress her own feelings if they became an ill-gotten gain that would voice an objection.

So many humans, yet so many friends. How am I to detect which is ally and game?

Those words measureably clouded her thoughts till she felt then saw another vampyre.

How many of us are there Master? She asked him via telepathy.

[Dalamar DeSang]

"How many of us are there Master?" Sarisha whispered through the blood call.

"You would be suprised, My apprentice we mask ourselves well. But mostly I think its the draw of the Wild Hunt those that are blessed with the touch come out this night." She nodded to say she understood. "Those with a feel for the Darkside of the force can feel the call."


"Dalamar, what a triangle you have wrought."

DeSang acted coy. "Why milady what ever do you mean. Nothing but the hunt has motivated me tonight." Dalamar smiled at Redeemer a head turner was this little one. A minx to be watched. She always made Dalamar smile.

"Mira meet Sarisha my new apprentice and a beauty to match." Again Dalamar marvelled at her change. She had taken whole heartedly to it. She looked like a female version of himself. Never had the bond been so strong in the turning.

"What brings you out here on this night of the full moon?"

[Redeemer]

Mira nodded towards Dalamar's apprentice with a smile. She truly was a beauty. She had to hand it to the vampyre, he sure knew how to pick them.

"Pleasure to meet you, Sarisha." Mira purred. "You will learn all that you can from Dalamar. " Green eyes blinked and looked back towards the male standing there like a proud peacock among the females. She could not help the grin that came onto her face.

"Boredom brings me out, Dalamar. You should know how that is." Mira sighed, moving to cross her arms infront of her chest, her crimson nails tapping silently on her upper arms. "So what trouble are you causing tonight, My Friend?"

[Dalamar DeSang]

"So what trouble are you causing tonight, My Friend?"

"Hmnn well let me think. I found a rare and young man and engaged in the Wild hunt. Chased him thru the streets blocking traffic. Busted up a disco with some small vermin. Was attacked by soldiers. Retaliated, broke laws and necks and in the end found this beautiful creature standing before you. Like gold at the end of the Rainbow. She came to me willingly and now you arrive. I myself am beginning to wonder if there is something special about this night. Never have I seen so many strong women in one place."

Hoping she had some grand story to tell. he asked her the same. "And you?"

[Sarisha Shade]

She came to me willingly...Her Master's words bred deep cerebration, while she then gathered her central thoughts and offered an introductory nod to Mira, her eyes, green as emeralds, sparked interest in Sarisha, as her own topaz blue eyes amounted to a contrast of arresting hues.

For a while, the young vampyre would listen and learn. While Dalamar had not known of her own heated obligation to inflict revenge on the humans whom caused conflict in her taxing life, she would lend an ear to the wisdom Dalamar would present her, follow his lead, and then to awaken her devious plan, finally be able to go unhindered in setting the peace to a concluded existence as a used mortal woman. Only then could she step forward with renewed vigor, never to disappoint her sire in her ascention of the immortal call.

[Redeemer]

Mira winked conspiritally at Sarisha before turning her attention back to Dalamar.

"Nothing exciting, I'm afraid, My Dear Dalamar." Mira sighed. "Just growing bored with my surroundings so I thought a nice jaunt outside at this beautiful time of night would do me good. I was out looking for a good 'time' when I came across you and your little hunt back there. I'd been tracking you since. "

Mira smiled again, walking a circle around Dalamar and his apprentice.

"I must compliment you on your creation. You better keep an eye on her, she'll have men falling at their feet to get to her." Mira said, running an appreciative eye over Sarisha. Mira was not one to just ignore beauty when she saw it. Smiling again at Sarisha, she looked at Dalamar.

"You would not mind another companion this night, would you? We have so much to catch up on." Mira purred, sliding her glance around their surroundings.

[Dalamar DeSang]

"You would not mind another companion this night, would you? We have so much to catch up on."

"Not at all." Dalamar said. "Something is not right though. Sarisha your feeling still boil. There is something you want to tell me?"

She was newly turned and she needed to stretch her legs. Dalamar would not restrain her any longer. He couldn't let her kill friends in her bloodlust but an enemy thats what they did.

"Sarisha lead the way this is your night of rebirth after all." The Vampyre pulled his sword off his back. This was given to me by Tiberious Kinslayer. Its rare and precious, it is also saber resistant. Cherish it well and enjoy the hunt." The Dark Lord smiled he was really proud of her. The sword was a thing of beauty long black hilt with a golden pommel. Black wing hand guard. It glimmered in the night like something alive...

[Sarisha Shade]

At first Sarisha was taken aback by Mira's bold behavior, and at the same time curiosity took hold of her. An attractive woman had complimented her beauty, whereas she was never accorded such appraisement from a female before. Sarisha figured she was just ordinary, but now, after the dark gift was presented to her at her request, courtesy of Dalamar, she was beginning to believe in what they uncovered in her.

At last, I can use this attribute to beget my revenge,Sarisha thought, offering Mira a wink of her own, as she crossed her arms and let her eyes skim her body. Truly Dalamar was an allurement for beautiful women, mortal or not. And their power was a rewarding show of what a woman could become.

Then, his liberating charge electrified the fledgling, as she averted her gaze onto Dalamar. But even more to cherish the sword she longed for all her life as a mortal, now to be treasured as an appendage of her will as a vampyress.

"It is perfect, Master," a generous smile ensued as she groped the hilt, elevating the dangerous weapon, as her free hand glided down the flat of the blade, eyes wide registering the span of its length, as her fingers deftly rode the edges, razor sharp, the answer to her pent up avengement.

"Thankyou, Master...I will wield it as it was forged to be."

Her gaze then narrowed as she ripped the blade down, in a blinding mobility issuing its abominable capabilities.

"Master, I have loose ends to finsish back at my prior life, where I was employed. They will not go unpunished." Sarisha pawed the ground marking an X. "When the X is complete I will give you my all."

Then she opened her mind up to Dalamar. The men whom wronged her in a life now transpired. The slavery of beautiful dancers, some even murdered in their sleep, for they denied the overlords their desires. She would have their hearts in her grasp.

"Can you feel my rage, Master? May I quench my thirst to avenge my fallen sisters?"

[Dalamar DeSang]

"Can you feel my rage, Master? May I quench my thirst to avenge my fallen sisters?"

Dalamar nodded. Like a father watching a daughter proud, dark and beautiful. "Your revenge will be sweet and there blood black red... But before we go the weapon I gave you. It begs for a name. This night will be remembered the night of your rebirth. May it remind you of the dark pleasures of the darkside... Dalamar had a small flair for the melodramatic.

He wanted Sarishas memories of this night to always be special. For him the Wild Hunt was over for Sarisha it would now begin.

The Vampyre Lord looked over to Redeemer. "You of course are welcome to accompany us. There shall be plenty of blood for all of us it seems."

Dalamar reached out to touch Sarishas mind. Caressing her softly in her heart and mind. "How many my beloved one? How large is the complex?" He felt her return touch to his mind gentle but on fire.

She spoke....

[Sarisha Shade]

"Hundreds, my Master, armed soldiers as far as the eye can see. The administrators or 'overlords' are the lieutenants to the Baron's elite Administrative team. They sell slaves, either by prostitution or miners specialized in gathering ryll, a popular and addictive spice, also legimate for medical means. I fell under a recreative class, for only the ones with natural and sensual motion, accomplished in their art, like the Twi-lek dancers, would be given freedom in the complex, and held as more profitable than spice and slavery, although some were sold into slavery. But we, my fellow dancers and I, were not allowed to cross the borders.

Guards, paid mercenaries, paraded the perimeters 2 miles long, 5 miles in width, so I have been told, bearing blaster rifles, and in the towers are the specialized snipers for infiltrators or escapees. There are field artillery blasters as well, stationed about the fence inside and well past the outskirts. The fences are 3 meters in height, laced with lethal doses of electricity. But anyone trying to escape would be cut down before even reaching the fences and took a deadly chance. Some tried." A sigh filled the air as her tone slumped to a solemn note, recalling some of her sisters whom planned to take the run, a suicidal scaling over the northern sector where it was less protected, but it served as a trap, as 4 score mercenaries took them all out with their blasters. Each runner killed was given 1000 credits a piece to the mercs involved in the hunt.

Her fire he touched upon was super heated as she delved deeper into her past, orphaned on Bespin to become someone's property at an early age, won in a game of sabacc. The ones whom showed promise in the arts, were trained till their 16th birthday and sold off to the Baron, when their physical attributes blossomed to the taste of the lords' of the complex, also well paid technicians and the lot.

"I will call you Ardor," she changed the subject stroking her sword, weilding it as if she was engrossed in a battle, practicing lunging thrusts, high arching curves and slices, whistling in the air as the blade's exceptional craftmanship bore its title of fervor, harboring an uncanny stealth, each cut blinding to one's vision.

Sarisha then ceased her training with Ardor, and craned her neck to meet Dalamar, no doubt wondering how she escaped.

"Since I was not as beautiful as the others back then, I could pass as a technician. I abducted one on route to the cluster housing, homes for the employees of the megastation. I ambushed him with a piece of metal discarded in a pile that was supposed to be taken by the disposal crew. It was rather simple after I knocked him unconscious. I pilfered his garb, identification codes, and donned his cap stuffing my hair in it, bringing the collars up by my face concealing my gender. I just walked out with other techs finishing their shift looking for a good time in the town. I got a job at a nightclub, dyed my hair black, and just fit right in. You were there one night. I remember you looking at me. Your stare was like swimming in a sea of succulent ecstasy, as I danced my best that evening. Then you left, and I felt your calling binding me that night. I just had to find you. I needed to." The vampyress then flashed him a grin as she continued with her sword techniques. She would grow with the weapon and reap in her rewards.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar nodded, "We will start tomorrow for now we are short on time and I have already called Sting.."

"He will be able to give us a more detailed schematic to follow... Being a bounty hunter himself..."


The ship Talos Tear had already been summoned. Sting was landing as he spoke...

"Redeemer will you join us..?"
The Vampyre Lord was sure that she would her eye's seem to light up in anger at what they had done to Sarisha...


The large bay doors of the ship where opening with a hiss as they spoke before the early morning dawn...

[Redeemer]

Mira listened quietly, intently as the other woman spoke, anger fueling inside of her at the atrocity. She had closed her eyes, allowing herself to imagine what she had gone through and when Dalamar spoke to her, she opened her green eyes and looked directly at him.

"I'd be honored." Mira whispered, her voice edged with harshness.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar took her hand and him and Sarisha boarded...

Sting set the ship on autopilot and came over to the conference table. He already had a schematic of the fortress that they where to infiltrate... On a hologram map...

At this point he let Sarisha take point to explain more in detail the lay of the place...

Dalamar was already in thought to what would be there best point of interest...

Sarisha in her pale beauty stood forward and began to speak...

[Sarisha Shade]

Sarisha had been lost in thought, as the battle drew near. Then she pulled herself together to voice more information jarred from her memory.

"I forgot to mention the motion detectors and the infrared helmets the mercs were furnished with giving them eyes in the canvas of night. As for heat detectors, we can pass that, but for the others, it will expose them if they are not careful."

She then shook her head as the planned exploit may cause casualties, and the picture in her mind was quite clear and grim, but to save the majority, few had to be sacraficed. Sarisha was beginning to think how a vampyre would approach danger, and felt no fear, only the driving thirst to cast on the perpetrators, and the sweet nectar of revenge.

"What else do you want to know Master? All I can say is the more soldiers you see, the closer to the core of the operation you will discover, as well as the Overlords' and Baron's fields of operation. It also boasts the largest complex, harboring state-of-the-art weapons."

[Sting]

Sting spoke up.. "Don't worry about them.. There will be a diversion caused by me as you enter the complex.. Also this little baby.." Sting tossed up a pulse generator.. "will cause the power outages in sporadic phases..."

You will make your entrance during the time of my diversion... I will make a two prong attack they will see me coming.. While I make a loud entrance and exit.. You will strike from the back...

I will go with Redeemer after my entrance thru here.. The lower level sewer... "Me and you sexy in the muckk.. Makes my bio armor even goose up to be with those green eyes.."

Sting continued... "You and Dalamar will do your Death Dealer thing. You leading Our Lord deeper into the complex to accomplish you mission."

"Me and Redeemer will cause general confusion and mayhem." Sting waited to hear any comments or adjustments to his plan.. His eyes hidden behind his helmet. He openly stared at the women and thought to himself.. "Dal, Dal... How do you do it." But Mostly he had eyes for Redeemer who still had a more human appearance....

[Sarisha Shade]

Sarisha shook her head as she took notice of her dancing garment.

"I will require a leather body suit, preferably black, with concealed sleeves where I will bury numerous daggers. Also, I shall need boots with the same insewn sleeves. I can build the heels of the boots as virtual wreapons with hidden poisonous spikes which would expand upon activation. Of course for my sword, a belt and scabbard. Do you think blasters are necessary? How about concussion grenades, even thermal detonators?" Sarisha shifted her cold arctic regard from her Master to Sting eager to get underway and commence with the battle.

[Redeemer]

Mira sat in the ship, off to the side by herself listening to everything and when Sting spoke up, she turned amused eyes upon him and she covered her twitching lips with a slender hand. She had yet to come across someone like this Sting and the way he spouted off his plan made her interest peak a little. His face, hidden behind a helmet, intrigued her and she leaned forward in her seat.

"I have no problem causing a 'confusion'." Mira replied, with a voice tinged with laughter. She glanced at Dalamar and then to Sarisha. "I am not stranger to revenge, I will do what I must to see that Sarisha gets her's." She added, raising one slender eyebrow Sting's way.

[Dalamar DeSang]

"I will require a leather body suit, preferably black, with concealed sleeves where I will bury numerous daggers. Also, I shall need boots with the same insewn sleeves. I can build the heels of the boots as virtual wreapons with hidden poisonous spikes which would expand upon activation. Of course for my sword, a belt and scabbard. Do you think blasters are necessary? How about concussion grenades, even thermal detonators?"

Dalamar placed the belt and scabbard up on the table..along with a few detonators..He then spoke to those around the table..

"Sarisha we are Death Dealers, You will receive more training when there is time.. but for now lets just say we do not use blasters 'ever'.

The Vampyre Lord looked at Sting and nodded. He set a small silver looking object on the table. It came to a point. Sting chimed in "Made just for you Ms. Shade."

Dalamar placed the bracelet on Shade's wrist.. "Its called a Stinger Sarisha." He rotated his own Gauntlet to show its functions. "It carry's quils.. One for sleep, one filled with venom for death. One is projectiles, another is a tracking device and the last two one for explosives, and the other is just a plain impaling device.. My is heavier and comes equiped with this grappling line.. Yours doesn't have that attachement as it was made to be lighter and more feminine..

Then to show her the blade he clicked his own gauntlet and a serrated blade protruded from the end of it. He saw her eye's gleam with a certain satisfaction. "With these we need nothing else."

[Sarisha Shade]

According Dalamar with a nod, her eyes then inspected the gauntlet created for multiple assaults.

"Quite an arsenal in it's own way," she stated with a marked enthusiasm.

"Thankyou Mira, your presence will indeed be appreciated, as I am sure you are not foreign to these matters."

She then raised her scrutiny to Dalamar.

"I have a leather suit at my flat." She voiced, strapping on the belt and sheathing Ardor in the scabbard.

"I just need some time to customize it. I shall not be too long."

2 hours later

In the clearing, platinum tresses adorned a dark leather uniform, form fitting, yet not without its hidden features.

"I am ready Master." Sarisha spoke flatly, void of fear or any visable signs of hesitation, a hand palming the hilt of her prized sword, ready to work the gift as an extention of her designs of the enemy.

[Sting]

Sting nodded at Redeemer. To bad she couldn't see his face he was grinning ear to ear like a cheshire cat. He sat next to her asking her many questions. He knew when the shite hit the fan he would be alone with her in the dark. It excited him until she smiled and he saw her fangs. Getting a little nervous he shied away a little.... but not to far because those green eyes called him back. He saw how easy it would be for her to wrap him in those beautiful arms.



Sarisha returned she was ready and Sting had to admit she was HOT...

Oh Dal sure could ring them.. He was just glad to be around when he did..

Sting stood up and was all buisness again.. "Okay lets get started Sarisha do your thing.. I will commence with my diversion at 14:00 hrs. Good luck to all.. The vampyre didn't say it but Sting could hear Dal's unspoken words. Luck was for the ill prepared. But he only looked at Sting approvingly and nodded.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar looked at Sarisha. She was a true creature of the night. Her power and beauty had came natural to her. She had not fought the change so it bonded to her like a glove.

She was dressed in her black leather, her sword that she had named Ardor strapped to her back. DeSang was proud. He had made the right choice it was hard to let Jiro go. But this... this was beyond what he had expected.

He bowed towards her. "This is your hunt Sarisha." he caressed her cheek. "You lead."

He then turned from her and faced his Merc, friend and assitant. "Sting, Shade will give you the signal if we get there before 1400 hrs. Commence with your distraction then, we will be ready to enter the complex."

Sting nodded and then set down the ship. "Me and Redeemer will wait for the signal."

The bay doors opened......Putting his hand on his scabbard he waited for Sarisha's lead........

[Sarisha Shade]

A mischievous grin lined her features, as it then graduated to one of a malicious intention.

"Just a click away now, I can smell them," Sarisha turned to Dalamar, reading his ambience at the ready.

Sarisha mirrored her Master's gesture for a call to arms as she pressed harder on Ardor's hilt, rubbing the intricately carved design as if each etch would count for one more cretin added to her accumulated list of the condemned.

"The guards know me, as they have always propositioned me. Shall I wait for Sting's signal or set myself up for bait?"

The image had captivated her escapade, but Sting would know of the best way to storm the complex. She felt like a glove of forged will, with all her physical and mental energies converging as one, ready to tantalize her most hidden desires, set ablaze like a relentless meteor shower.

[Dalamar DeSang]

The Vampyre smiled. Sarisha you are not as you where. Your appearance has changed drastically, they will not reconize you.

We will be at the back door. Redeemer and Sting will be coming in here at the lower levels. Sewer levels, sorry milady the Dark Lord said with a wink. Sting is going to run this ship on automatic it will crash the front gate. We will be at the back. When the ship explodes we will then enter the back.

Does anyone have any questions?...

[Redeemer]

Mira held out her hand, examining her long nails as she sat there, listening to everyone else discuss the plans. She had it all in her mind now and her green eyes flickered to Dalamar, his protege and then to Sting, her eyes lingering on the mysterious man for a few moments as she let her gaze travel ever so slowly over him.

He was definately interesting. She would have to get to know more. Mira thought to herself, raising an eyebrow before turning her attention back to Dalamar.

"Just tell me when and you'll get the distraction you need." Mira smiled evily, winking at Sting.

[Sting]

Sting winked back not that anyone could tell but the nervous chuckle was a dead give away. The Bay doors opened as soon as Sarisha and Dalamar departed the ship he and Redeemer would move to the second location.

Sarisha looked eager for blood and Sting could imagine the horrors she had dealt with in this place. Only hardbangers and Top criminals entered this place. It was like a minature fortress. But... They never had to deal with the likes of us had they...

"On your signal Sarisha. We will rock there world. Give the signal and fun begins..."

All in the room looked at Sarisha, the doors where opened on her word they would unleash hell.

[Sarisha Shade]

Eyes void of emotion, expressing sheer terror for those whom would meet the arctic orbs in battle, as she then swung her attention onto Sting.

"It is time. This is when the changing of the guards take place, so there will be a mild case of disorganization for a marked spell, making it easeir to set out the first wave." Her tone was militant, as she grabbed her gauntlet, unsheathing Ardor as the weapon cast it's reputation on the soldier of the night, such things would become second nature to Sarisha as she grew into the fighting machine of demise she was destined for.

[Dalamar DeSang]

Dalamar leaped from the ship with Sarisha. She weaved back and forth leading him thru the maze of gates, guards and security. They finally reached the back door. There they both waited for the distraction that would allow them to sneak in undetected.

A guard was walking a railing on the other side. Dalamar and Sarisha stepped back into the shadows undetected...
DeSang clicked on his boot blade ready for combat and the dealing of death that was soon to come...

[Sarisha Shade]

Peering down at DeSang's boot blade brought a satiable grin to her lips, as her's was placed in the heel of the boot. Deciding on whether or not to employ the sword or the gauntlet's ammo, the vampyress was still amazed they had not been detected and marveled at the stealth of a vampyre, such that would pose as the guards' worst nightmare till they reached the Overlords and finally the Baron himself.

Sarisha momentarily sheathed her sword as she punched in the code on her gauntlet for the projectiles. She was in the mood for an explosive entry. Following Dalamar's lead, she skimmed over the terrain to fix her sights on another unwary guard.

[Sting]

1400 hundred hrs. Perfect he rammed the remote ship into the front gate. Taking Redeemer's hand he lowered her into the darkness of the sewer. Her razor blade smile excited and made him nervous at the same time.

As the lid closed on them the explosion rocked the compound. Dal and Sarisha had there distraction...

[Redeemer]

Mira glanced at Sting as he lowered her down, her boots sinking into the much of the sewer. She grinned up at him, her fangs glinting from what light was there.

She moved silently to the wall, awaiting Sting to join her and lead the way. Mira glanced around, keeping an eye and ear out for anything out of the ordinary. She caught sight of Sting's tightly clad body slipping from the ship and she let her gaze roam freely over him before smirking and looking ahead of them down the tunnel.

"On your word." Mira whispered, sliding her gaze to look sideways at Sting.

[Sarisha Shade]

"Ready Master?" Sarisha had her gauntlet aimed at a guard as he paraded past a building, on his next sweep she would push the projectile option and unleash the dawning of the battle, which would undoubtedly attract more in the trap. Her adrenaline was pumping, the thrill of clashes would ensue as she picked them off one by one, and more if they were geen enough to not take cover.

[Dalamar DeSang]

oc sorry for my absence. Rl bites lol.

Dalamar looked at his young apprentice and saw her eagerness. "Yes Sarisha, let them pay for what they did to you and to many others." He slid his sword out quietly and winked at Sarisha.

Just then an explosion rocked the citadel. The plan of attack had now begun. Sarisha fired on the man on the catwalk. The poison quill landing in his eye. He never knew what hit him. The guards where running to and fro. It was a duck shoot and Sarisha was the hunter.

Dalamar guarded her flank, this was her revenge and he would not deny her of any victims unless he had to...They moved slowly towards the back door. A grim smile covered her face only making her more beautiful...