The Breed

Drake

I stared at her; determination had hardened her features. With a reluctant sigh, I nodded and stiffly pulled my pistol out of the holster.

"If you find Tegan, tell him what happened," I remarked softly. "He'll be able to get the bullet out...but, other than that..."

I took her hand and brought it to my lips. "Be careful."

Alana-

Alana nodded and hurried out of the room. She walked to the bottom of the building and snuck out the front of the building running to another that was close by. She didn't want to give any hint of where Drake was. She got to an upper room and looked at where Walter and Monanoke were. She leveled the gun on the window and squinted one eye trying to level it on Walter.

"WHO ARE YOU!" A voice behind her demanded. She jumped and spun around facing an angry looking guy.

"Sorry." She darted past him cursing to herself. She ran around to get to another vantage point. She saw Tegan just standing in one of them waiting. "Drake needs your help. He got shot!" She said letting the gun rest by her side.

"Where is he?" Tegan demanded.

"That building, I would take you there but I have to help Monanoke."

**TN, it's Monanoke, not Moanke.**

Tegan

I nodded, watching her for a moment. What was she up to? Where was she going? What would she do?

Nothing of my concern, I decided. Drake needed help, and he would get it.

I turned and searched the hallway. If I could find a tunnel or a vent to cross through, I would be safe...

There. A walkway with only two small windows.

And I was running. I didn't need her directions now; I could smell Drake, his blood...

And I was there.

***Sorry, fixed it.****


Alana-

Alana walked quickly up to one of the higer areas and found a window in the hall way that wasn't in someone's room and looked over where Drake was. She slowly opened the window and leveled the gun. She aimed carefully and took a deep breath.

Steady your hands, close one eye, take a deep breath, then fire. Her brother's voice sounded in her ear. She knew he wasn't there, but memories of him always through her off balance. She pushed anything about him out of her mind and followed the instructions.

(That works. I was thinking about dropping this anyway. Sorry. D=)

The shot fired.

Walter buckled back; the bullet hit him square in the chest.

He fell.

Fell…

Dead before hitting the ground. The cigarette dropped from his mouth, limp as its owner.

**Awww...are you sure you're gonna drop out? Oh well...**

^_^* Sorry I've been gone. Got Mass Effect!*

Monanoke-

The little gir's smile showed through her moist red lips. Monanoke felt Walter's death, and she enjoyed it. Death- it made her feel happy. But why?

Jenna didn't notice the little girl's evil smile. All she did notice was the sound of the gun shot, and then pain. Jenna heard a ripping noise and saw black hair- Monanoke.

Jenna screamed. Drake, Alana, Naomi, Alex, everyone heard her pain. And everyone felt a new power. Something that wished for only one thing- to kill, and feed. Yet not a vampire.

*Oh no Monanoke turned EVIL!!! I'm sorry about Jenna Stella. More plot though ^_^.*

(Ah. Well. Maybe I'll come up with another villain or something. I guess we'll see. =P)

****I think you should. I wasn't going to kill him. She was gonna miss again or something. :'( Oh well.****


Alana-

Alana stood frozen for a few minutes, she had killed him. She had killed someone that wasn't a rouge. The gun fell from her hands that were now shaking. He hadn't been able to defend himself like the other Rouges. She saw Monanke jump towards Jenna and her heart dropped. She needed to get to Drake before she got hurt. She wouldn't be able to shoot her friend.

Quickly running to the building that she had left Drake in she tucked the gun in her belt and took the stairs two at a time to the room Drake was in. Her hands had stopped shaking, she had killed him to protect a friend, That is now running mad! A voice hissed in her mind. She shook her head, she coudln't have changed that.

Drake

I hissed as Tegan set the bloody bullet on a paper plate, wiping bloody hands on a towel. Removing a bullet was never a pleasant thing...or painfree.

"You'll need to feed come nightfall," Tegan spoke coolly, calmly.

I gulped. "I know. I'm enjoying resisting the temptation to bite into Alana."

He stared at me with satellite eyes. "Why not feed from her?"

"She's a Breedmate."

He nodded as the door opened, and Alana stepped in. Even though she wasn't trembling, she was as white as a sheet.

"Alana? Are you okay?"

God, how I wished I could get up and go to her.

Alana--

"Alana? Are you okay?" Drake asked as Alana walked in his room. She nodded,

"He's dead," She set the gun on the table, "Monanoke attacked Jenna." She walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. No wonder he had asked if she was ok. She was white as snow. She splashed water on her face and then wiped it off with a towel color slowly coming back. She walked back into the room and looked at the bullet that was on paper plate. It was covered in blood. "Is there anything I can do?" She asked looking at Drake then Tegan.

Monanoke-

Jenna was now flat on the ground bleeding. Monanoke was chewing on her left arm, but then she released her arm.

The monster girl stood up and fixed her hair, and wiped the blood from her mouth. Monanoke had sensed more vampires around. She'd rather eat them than a human. Even though she probably did taste better.

Monanoke turned around and began to walk away. She was done or at least for tonight. It was pure dumb luck that Monanoke's stomach was full from Jenna's flesh. Jenna was still in one piece.

She stoppped." Jenna, next time we meet I will finish eating you, but for now all I want to do is go on a killing spree. Perhaps this would somewhat benifit you. But so far your flesh and blood is my favorite and I don't want to eat it all at once."

*****Maki, first Vampires don't eat flesh, that is werewolves. And I think your going a bit far. *****

**Try and tone it down a little, Maki. You've already said you're not a vamp, but your character is showing signs of vampirisim, even though it is more demonic than anything. You can be having a "bloodlust," but let's keep it realistic.**

Drake

I motioned for Alana to sit beside me, on the edge of the bed. Tegan quickly stood and strolled across the room, taking a seat in a chair near the corner.

When Alana took her place, I stared at her side. I could smell the dried blood on her.

"How bad are your wounds?"

Alana---


"It'll heal." She replied, she was about to touch her side to see if it still hurt but she caught herself. Of course it would hurt. It would take a while to heal before it wouldn't hurt anymore.

"That wasn't what I asked." Drake said sternly.

"They aren't life threatening." She replied standing up and walking towards window making sure they were closed tightly.