The times have changed into something dangerous (D.R. Chev)

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The boom of thunder would rumble loudly as rain pelted down from the sky. A nasty storm had taken over the big city, making many residence hide in their homes or in the buildings they were currently in. It was strange, how suddenly this large storm reared it's head. It wasn't suppose to be here till tomorrow night. The weather was certainly strange. While most people were held up in a build though, those who were more night oriented were out and about. Creatures of the night, slinking through the shadows with ease.

For many years, wars were always waged between the supernatural creatures. With times changing so quickly by the hands of humans, those who were human..had to adapt swiftly. This strained many ancient families who long had a hold over the city. Technology and humans claiming that supernatural were just myths and old tales, certainly made things more difficult. Now, those of the night had to keep their existence a secret. Otherwise it would call for their entire extinction if they allowed their human counterparts to learn the truth again.

In the ancient world, it was known and it had given them trouble. But now, with technology aiding humans...it would be worse. The self induced bliss that humans gave themselves, was one of the things that helped the supernatural just stay alive. Not thriving, just hanging on in there. Holding onto the thread that they did their hardest to not destroy. This of course, caused a great deal of unrest. Adding onto the potiental to create wars with others of their own kind or different species.

Vampires and werewolves always had this...negative relationship. The two competed over the same food source, mortals. Sure, the vampire needed the blood of the human but a werewolf craved the meat as well as blood. Werewolves would tear into their prey messily, the blood filled meat was the thing they craved. Vampires were far more eloquent in their obtaining of human blood. It only made sense that they would butt heads. With times as they are now, that butting of heads was a all out war.

Night raids from either sides were more frequent, causing members from both sides to grow more angry with each other. This stormy night, within a simple burger joint sat a young man. He had a smile on his face as he chuckled at the joke the owner made.

"You should open a comedy night." the young man remarked, adjusting his glasses.

"Nah, not worth it. Honestly boy, why you up this late?" the  owner asked as he reached for the rag to finish wiping the counters down. "You always come here around midnight."

"I'm a night person, I need the company truthfully."

"Well you need to get a better sleeping schedule."

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"Here you go. $450 for rent and utilities. Thanks Barb. I'll be back maybe next weekend. Remember to eat that sandwich and drink the orange juice on the table there. You'll feel better.... No, no, don't get up. I already put the groceries away. Just rest. I'll see you later."

A black haired woman, with long tips ending in an attractive teal, closed the door to apartment 301. Her hazel eyes, a rarity to retain, shone with a renewed vigor, her dark skin looking fresh and healthy. Perhaps it was wrong of her, but Anna Lisa hated the idea of using humans like cattle. They had problems that the vampires could solve, if only they were willing to view them as equals. It was an unpopular opinion, but many in her coven saw it a her fairly new introduction to the dark world. Her humanity was still intact, her heart had not been broken by someone screaming at her that she was a monster. Anna Lisa had not yet been hardened by a world that sought her death. To them, Anna Lisa was still only a child, despite appearing to be a 23 year old woman, compared to the others in the coven that were hundreds of years old.

Sighing as she got to the entrance of the apartment building, Anna Lisa lamented the fact that she had not brought an umbrella. The rain wouldn't be too much of a problem, except for the fact that she really didn't want to get her new gold silken blouse and the gold and black pumps on her feet wet. This was, perhaps, one of the few things that belonging to a vampiric coven had that made it worth it.

Stepping out into the downpour, she walked from overhang to overhang, though it made little difference now. Ducking inside of a little burger joint, Anna Lisa stood in front of the door, looking radiantly beautiful, but also as though she had just gotten out of the lake. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, and a moment longer for her to catch his scent. The pupil eyes of her hazel eyes constricted to pinpoints as fear ran through her body. She had never faced off with a werewolf, had never felt the desire to run in a raid.

Perhaps he wouldn't be able to tell, as she slid into a booth at least a dozen feet away. Her hazel eyes were rare in the world of vampires, since most of their eyes changed color from when they were human. Her skin was darker, tanned to a golden brown, unlike most of the night walkers' pale skin. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to smell the blood on her breath.

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Truthfully he could smell it. As soon as he the smell of rain left his noise, he picked up on the scent of vampire. Now due to the woman being wet, he wasn't sure if she herself was one or if she had been near one recently. A pair of brown eyes looked over at her and well, she certainly didn't look like a vampire. Perhaps it was just that she had been near one lately? Possible. Still he gave a kind smile to her and waved.

"Seems like I'm not the only night person whose roaming tonight." he remarked.

The man had short, lite mocha hair that seemed a little messy. though keeping short hair flat was a struggle. The idea of having to put up with a ton of gel or hair spray didn't appeal. That was just a hassle. He liked short hair as it wasn't a hassle. Seeing her retreat to a different booth, the man looked away. Currently his attire was a long dark red coat that looked more like a trench coat. Dark brown pants could be seen as well as black shoes. His coat was still buttoned up so there was no seeing what his shirt looked like. There was another smell on him besides the werewolf scent he naturally gave off. Chemicals? Something like that but it was hard to tell.

The sound of him groaning as he stretch would probably break one's concentration as he reached outward with his hands. A mighty long stretch left him before he let his body go lax again. A slight screech of his chair being pushed back would echo in the quiet building as he rose to his feet.

"Well Miller, I think I'm gonna head out." The man said as he fished in his pockets for the money he owed.

"You sure lad? That storm hasn't let up any." The owner questioned.

"Yeah I'm sure, I'm suppose to meet up with a couple of buddies before their own curfew and even though I'm not a fan of the rain..i should probably get to em."

Miller shook their head, not too sure on if they were going to believe that statement but eh. It wasn't really his place. Course there was more than one reason to be heading out. He did have some people he needed to check on. And given this night was a raid night...he was a bit concerned for their well fare.

"What about you Miss? Ducking in for the cover? I noticed you don't have a umbrella." The man asked as he looked over to the booth she was sitting at.

[D.R.Chevalier]

Giving the werewolf a slight nod of acknowledgement and a nervous smile before she sat. Chuckling lightly at his comment about her late-night nature, she nodded again. Still, she didn't want to really open her mouth until he had left. Really, it was her clan that had problems with werewolves. Because of her youth as a vampire, she had not yet been out on a raid, but had been there to help clean up and stitch up the few that survived. The others had tried to convince her, telling her to look at the carnage and condemn the beasts.

It only rooted fear in her. She hadn't been around the world of the supernatural very long. Ten years at best, if she recalled correctly, and she spent five years in isolation because of the blood-lust. Shivering, Anna Lisa brought herself back to the diner and the man that was addressing her.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Just for a moment. I'm waiting for... for my boyfriend to call."

Boyfriend being code for sire. He had been around for at least 300 years, but didn't look a day over 30. He was an attractive vampire, with short blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin. He looked so... pure. It was unnatural, even for the supernatural. Claiming that his sired vampires were always special, he often claimed that Anna Lisa was his best yet.

Hearing her phone give off a cute little alert noise, she slid it from her pocket and read the message.

Where the fuck are you? First night for a raid. Wolves can't smell us as well rn. Hurry tf up.

Sighing, she stood and shoved the phone back in her pocket. Looking to the presumed owner of the diner, she gave an apologetic smile.

"And there he is. Charming as ever, Greyson is." Waving her hand at the man, she moved to the door.

"Have a goodnight, sir. Stay safe."

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"Alrighty then, hope you got a good one. Men can be real idiots at times, so hopefully he doesn't drive ya up the walls." The man chuckled, wanting to stay in good humor.

The young man tilted his head, a mannerism that was somewhat canine like as he heard the small sound of Anna's cellphone going off. Of course it was just a natural reaction. though it was probably kind of funny, seeing him do that. Still, he was more curious in the smell on her. Sure, she was covered in rain but if she was in a potiental danger...hm, then again...everything now an days seemed to have a double meaning. He wasn't very well versed in the language of vampires or their code words. So he was in the dark on just what was truly going on.

Although one could say he was suspicious given how the way she acted after that little noise and checking her message. Still it wasn't his place to say and he stayed quiet as the girl got up and headed for the door. What kind of boyfriend made their girl walk into a storm? She hadn't even sent a message back..hm..yes. The gears in his mind were already turning. Mr. Miller of course, noticed this.

"Goodnight lass, be careful out there. That serial killer is still on the loose." Mr. Miller urged gently.

For now, Anna would be on her own. For she wouldn't see anyone following her; of course, the man in the coat was following at a greater distance. Far more used to their own supernatural abilities to follow her.

[D.R.Chevalier]

Anna Lisa chuckled at the man's comment again, but frowned as she opened the door, hearing him talk about the serial killer. She knew for a fact that it wasn't anyone in her coven. They were just as shocked as the humans were, and no one dared to just leave a human out there for another human to find. What was even more odd was that there were usually very few wounds, except those that appeared to be in an accident.

Shivering once more, making it appear that she was simply cold, she stepped back out into the rain. This time she didn't worry about hopping from overhang to overhang, but let the downpour thoroughly soak her through. It wouldn't have bothered her much, except that her clothes were new and now hanging off of her frame limply.

It was true that she couldn't smell the young man following her. The smell of rain and street water was much too strong despite her senses.

Hurrying towards a side alley, she slipped into the darkness, meeting only glowing blue eyes.

"What is it," she hissed quietly. A pale hand grasped her wrist and pulled her towards a well toned body. Greyson stood nearly a foot taller than her and glowered down at her.

"You were supposed to be here an hour ago. There's a small group of dogs that we're going to kill. It's small, so it shouldn't be a problem with the four of us."

Ripping her wrist out of his steely grip, she glared at him with her very human eyes. "No. I'm not going to kill them. Violence only begets violence!" Anna Lisa was tired of the violence that had been in her new undead life. In life, she had been working to become a nurse. She was about to graduate when she had been mugged and Greyson had found her and given her this new life. "I'll stitch you idiots up. That's what I agreed to."

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The man followed quietly, taking different routes to keep up but at a distance. Through the rain, the smell was faint. Weak even for his own noise. But he was able to smell her at least and feel another presence. So someone else was here, if his ears and tail were out, they would've twitched. Pausing as he leaned against a wall, he listened in.

"Oh come on! You gotta start acting like a vampire sooner rather than later. We need all the help we can get on these raids." A vampire spoke up, looking a tad displeased.

"Yeah, we get the perfect jump here." another added.

"I hate to interrupt your spat." the man's voice would sound out as he merely walked into the side alley. "But I do think you need to draw the line here."

[D.R.Chevalier]

At the first sound of the man's voice, Anna Lisa could feel her still heart jump into her throat. She knew the voice belonged to the man from the diner, and as he walked towards them in the alley, she knew that he knew what she was. Despite there being four vampires against one werewolf, she didn't dare make a move against him. Instead, she grabbed Greyson's wrist this time and attempted to pull him away. He did not budge, as if made of cold stone.

The other two, idiots that they were, glared at the werewolf and lunged. One tripped, having missed that Anna Lisa had stuck her foot out. Greyson had not missed this transgression, however. His cold eyes snapped to her as she held onto his arm, and he tossed her aside as though she were garbage.

Though unscathed by Greyson's actions, Anna Lisa fell to the ground, hitting a nearby brick wall. Had it been a human woman, they would have surely suffered a broken bone or two. Her wide hazel eyes looked up to Greyson, then the werewolf in fear.

"You tread a fine line there, Anna. You are a predator, not prey. Behave as such." Returning his eyes back to the werewolf, he sneered before fading into nothingness. It was Greyson's most powerful ability, and one that had allowed him to survive so long.

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A brow was raised at the scene before him. He too noticed the tripping of the one vampire it was...a curious mannerism. Though he wasn't going to say anything about is as he still had one vampire that was rushing toward him. Taking one step back, he bent his knees slightly as he let the vampire get close. They attempted to swing a punch at him but their fist struck nothing. The vampire skidded to a halt, a look of confusion on his face.

"What the..." they started but they were cut off as they were grabbed by the collar and found themselves slamming face first into the concrete of the ground.

"Look whose talking pal, disappearing into the shadows isn't very predatory behavior for ya." The man retorted as he lifted the slightly conscious vampire up by the shirt and thrust them into the darker area of the alley.

The sound of crashing and clanging metal of trash cans could be heard. A loud enough ruckus that would draw the attention of anyone with sensitive hearing if they were smart enough to think that loud of a clang wasn't normal.  Glancing down, his brown eyes landed on Anna at last. She seemed okay physically but seeing her here meant she had to be one of them. A tired sigh left him as he shook his head and looked away.

"So are you lot clearing out?" He commented.

[D.R.Chevalier]

Certainly, she was indeed a vampire, but Anna appeared human. This feud between vampires and werewolves was a terrifying war that she did not want to involve herself in. Looking briefly to where Greyson had once been, she looked back to the strange werewolf. In the back, more wrecking sounds of clutter fell and the vampire that had been thrown clambered up the wall and into the storming night. The one who had been tripped followed suit.

"Y-yes. We'll... I'll leave." She held her hands up to show she was no threat, and slowly got to her feet. Unlike her 'brethren', Anna moved towards the werewolf slowly, still keeping her hands visible to him. She was leaving the same way she had come. Very human-like.

As soon as she was past him, she hurried down the sidewalk, unsure where she would go. Without getting very far, she collided with someone much taller than her. Staggering backwards, her breath caught in her throat. It was another werewolf, angrily glaring down at her. Another large werewolf peeked out from behind him.

"'Ey, ain't it just a little bloodsucker landed right in our laps. And I thought they were gonna give us a fight tonight." The one she had bumped into grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled her close enough so that she smelled nothing but wet dog and cigarettes. "What is it? You think you're tough? Can take on a couple of werewolves?"

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His expression was more kinder toward Anna as he glanced to her, seeing that the others had left. He gave a nod to show that he was fine with that. It was odd...that he wasn't trying to make the fight go on. Although his brows narrowed as he heard the voices. Great. They were gonna continue it weren't they? Shaking his head, he turned around and let his gaze glance around the other weres that were here. Great, just great.

"Boys, put her down. Her master was the one who thought he could do this. Apparantly she's just a medic for em, you aren't going to get anything useful from her. Plus, she's a fledging." The man spoke as he approached, his hand landing on the werewolf's shoulder that was holding Anna. They would feel more force than was needed and if they looked, they would see the man's brows narrowed. HIs brown eyes having a orange glow to them but the whites of their eyes seemed darker than they should be, something...normal werewolves didn't have. Another werewolf showed up though seeing the man, their eyes went wide.

"Guys...that...that's Franeknstein.." the younger wolf stammered out.

"Wait...THE Frankenstein?" Another one asked. "From...from THAT family?"

[D.R.Chevalier]

As soon as the first werewolf laid his hand upon the shoulder of the one that held her, he dropped her. And she thought tonight was going to be nice a cozy, away from the drama of the coven and packs. She had only wanted to go home after feeding. This time, she did not allow her humanity to keep her from getting away from danger. Almost as soon as the werewolf's hand left her shirt, she bolted, her enhanced speed carrying her away from the trio. Not knowing where she was going exactly, Anna just kept running until she found herself at the doorway to her apartment. Silently thanking her instincts, she punched in the code to open the door and slipped inside.

"Yeah, well, THE Frankenstein just lost us a chance to deal a serious blow to the bloodsuckers. Getting rid of a medic, as well as another mouth to feed would have helped up tremendously." Another werewolf showed up, bigger than the last two and appearing to be more muscular. This was Harkon, the head of another werewolf pack.

Tall, with black hair, tanned skin and brown eyes that verged on the edge of yellow. "And we don't care if they're fledglings or not. They prey on our prey." His white tank top was stained red down the front, the rain causing it to look watery and made it bleed into more of the shirt.

"You owe us, Frankenstein. In fact, I want you to bring us her head..."

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"Oh yes, a Fledgling with no desire to fight who wanted to not take part in a raid on you lot that I could've just let them do. It would deal such a major blow to them." Frankenstein retorted. "And from the smell of her, she hasn't been this way long either. You keep forgetting that there is something bigger going on with the news going on and on about serial killings that don't match up with what vampires do and what we do."

God damn simple minded fools. Was he the only one trying to keep this place afloat? The man scoffed.

"Next time I'll just let em raid you then. I already did you a favor jackass." Frankenstein retorted. "Get yourselves some more guards, they picked this area cause your security is shit."

The man turned and started to walk off. Not in the mood to deal with Harkon and his group. A bunch of idiots lead by a even bigger one. Sweet merciful death, this was gonna be a long one. Now he had another problem..to warn the girl or not.

[D.R.Chevalier]

Harkon was not a patient man. He did not take kindly to being slighted by someone under his rule, let alone someone outside of his pack. Glaring back at Frankenstein as he strolled past him. his lip curled up into a silent snarl. This was not the end of their interaction. If he had to, he'd go to the other pack leaders and tell them of this transgression.

Turning back to his own wolves, he snarled, pushing them forward, urging them to go to the pack's den. "Couldn't even take care of a fledgling vampire... disgusting."

The apartment that Anna walked into was not nearly as opulent as the stupid vampire films liked to show. Sure, her coven had money, and even Anna was independently wealthy, but the small apartment that she owned was cozy, not lavish. There was a large, overstuffed dark blue couch with a bundle of blankets in one corner of it, an overstuffed blue chair to match and a short dark brown coffee table between the two. An adequately sized rug sat underneath it all, warm brown and very soft. A couple magazines and books were scattered on top of the table, with a mug of cold, stale coffee sitting at one corner.

Sighing, Anna kicked off her shoes and shrugged out of her jacket. Her clothing was still soaking wet and clinging to her, and as she moved towards the bedroom, she began stripping out of them. Despite her undead body being typically cool to the touch, a nice warm shower would warm her soul, let her relax and help her sleep.

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There was no point in just murdering everything. There was something far worse going on, he had already brought up the issues before to the other leaders. Most were still too focused on what they thought the problem was to listen. Infuriating, truly infuriating. Even though he was well known, he had his own hide away. A place to where he could just go to hide and rest. To do his own thing where his family didn't have to meddle in it. Arriving back at this hide away, he gave a annoyed sigh as he rubbed his eyes. Opting to merely collapse on the couch in the room

The following day was a bit more sunny, still cloudy from the storm during the night. Although the streets still had a good deal of water in them. Potholes now were filled with water and water still slowly went into the storm drains. The splatter of water could  be heard as he walked, not as many people out as well. So that was nice. A tired y awn left him. Despite going to bed earlier than normal, he couldn't help but be tired. It was natural honestly, though he could feel his stomach growling for food as he walked.

"Damn...I hate morning hunger." he muttered.