*Stella right now Jenna is lying on the ground bleeding and injured. Her arm had just been nibbled on by Monanoke. Who loves the way she tastes but left to eat her later.
And once again I asked myself, as I slipped from consciousness: why didn't you keep your nose out Jenna? Why must you always get involved? Why can't you just sit back and read about Ophelia drowning?
And why must you always bring Shakespeare into everything?
"Help. Sam. Heather." I groaned for my siblings. "Alana. Drake. Naomi." I said, but my voice was little more than a whisper.
I had to find out how those guys survived getting shot.
And once I did, I was going to find Monanoke and kill her.
"Stella. You were in my dream the other night. And everyone called you Princess." -Lauren2010
I could smell fresh blood outside, some of it belonging to the Minion.
The rest was a Breedmate's.
I stood and strode to the closet, where I found a black trench coat and matching gloves. There was a cap that would partially cover my face, but my neck would be burned.
"Tegan?" Drake asked, watching me move across the room to the door.
"I'll be back."
I bolted down the hallway, to the side door, where I burst through it and into the shadowy alley. The Breedmate lay, half conscious and bleeding badly, next to the door.
Wondering why in hell I was helping her, I picked her up and carried her back inside.
"Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery." Timothy 4:14 KJV
Alana jumped when she heard the door bang open. She saw Tegan carry Jenna in. Alana swallowed hard.
"I'll get some water boiling." She said hurrying to the kitchen. She quickly got water to boil then found anything and everything she could use to help bandage up Jenna. She needed to help her sense she hadn't been able to earlier.
(Back in black… again. I've always wanted to try an evil scientist villain. =P)
Name: Dr. Anson Greye
Race Human
Age: 51
Team: Neither, at the moment.
Background: Once worked as a surgeon after graduating from an esteemed university. He became fascinated with Vampirism and the potential of the human body, but felt restricted by the "morality" that dictated modern science. After building up sufficient finance, he quit his job and a took a clandestine leap into the area of science that most interested him--namely, experiments with the human body. He runs a successful black market business, and has many thugs and cronies working under him. Recently, the war between Vampires has interested him.
Appearance: Tall and slim, with pale skin and very long white hair. We wears narrow, rimless glasses and a long lab coat with plain black pants and brown leather shoes. He has light gray eyes, and his lips are almost always curled into a little smug, amused grin.
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If anyone bothered to notice, Walter Rose's corpse had quite mysteriously vanished.
Taking its place was the tall, thin form of Dr. Greye, who strode easily toward the front of the Breed Base, hands in pockets and small grin in place. He expected to be confronted rather shortly, and would have an offer awaiting whoever it was that did.
"Buy, buy, buy, buy; sell, sell, sell
How well you've learned to not discern;
Who's foe and who is friend,
We'll own them all in the end."
Naomi ran into the room which held Jenna. "Oh my god! What happend?" She asked, looking despretly at Jenna. Naomi still ached everywhere from the fight with Sam and Jace, but she ignored the pain and concentrated on Jenna.
As she swung once again, Monanoke began to sing again. Her voice this time was beautiful and flawless. Her voice echoed through out the cold night filling all the sleeping people's minds.
I groaned and opened my eyes. There was a bright white light.
"Agh," I said. "Turn the lights off. It's a Saturday."
"Er, no it's not," said a voice.
Suddenly I was wide awake. "I'm not at home am I?"
I saw Drake, Naomi and Alana standing over me, as well as another vampire.
I slumped back on the pillows. This sucked.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked the strange vampire.
"I'm Tegan," he grunted.
"Can somebody please tell me what the hell she did to me?"
Sam-
I hid in my little bedsit in the city. The Rogues never catered for their memberslike the Breeds did.
I licked my lips. I was hungry, but I didn't risk going outside.
Instead I lay on my bed, thinking back to the days in the summer before I was bitten. We had gone to France. That was the last happy time I spent with my sisters. I remember Jenna complaining that she was too fair skinned to tan and me laughing at her.
She was always self absorbed like that, I persuaded myself. One more reason to kill her.
"Stella. You were in my dream the other night. And everyone called you Princess." -Lauren2010
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