The Breed 2

Alana:

Alana shoved her fists up wincing as they rammed into his chest. She knew it wouldn't do her that much good, but she had to do something. SHe couldn't kill him, but if worst came to worst she would. She could feel the small stake she kept in her back pocket pinned against her back. She couldnt' get to it though. She growled and shoved at him again keeping her kneck away from his teeth as she tried her best to get him off.

"Jenna, KNOCK HIM OUT!" She screeched as she felt Sam's teeth break skin on her cheek when she went to block him from her neck. "Get a pan or something, Hurry!" Her heart was pounding and no matter how hard she tried to slow it down it wasn't working. SHe was scared out of her mind and there was nothing she could do to calm down.


*Tears*

Jenna-

I ran to the kitchen and took down the wok, running back over. I was scared to bits. I wasn't really a fighter, and this was Sam. I had defended him all this time, and as soon as Tegan was gone...

I brought it down heavily on the back of his head. He stared up comically at me for a moment, then fell to the ground.

"Thanks," Alana said, rubbing her wrists.

"Alana, we have to find the guys," I said.

Name: Walter Rose

Race: Human (?)

Age: 29

Team: Rogues

Background: Began his involvement in the "war" as one of the Rogue's most effective and feared assassins--savage, violent, passionate and quick to anger. He was "killed" by Alana during the conflicts that occurred six months ago, but saved from death by a man known as Dr. Greye. Along with saving his life, Greye enhanced Water's already startling prowess by granting him a new body--one that was super strong and nearly indestructible. Initially, Walter seemed inhuman after being resurrected, but has since slowly regained his post-death personality, including his habitual smoking.

Appearance: Pretty gross. His hair is grayish black and matted, rarely cleaned. Stands at about six feet in his boots, clad in a dirty maroon vest over a gray sweater (he changes clothes about once a month, with little verying in his attire). His teeth are long a yellow from his frequent smoking, and he'll usually have a cigerette in his mouth. Wears a fat belt where a sheath and holster are clipped, housing a pistol and knife respectively. The metal used for the blade of the knife and bullets for the pistol was melted down from crucifixes and given enchantments so that they are effective against Vampires. His post-death self also has a slight silver sheen to his skin.

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Name: Dr. Anson Greye

Race: Human

Age: 51

Team: Rogues (loosely)

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. Walter is his most recent project--he carries notes regarding the resurrected man's only weakness on his person at all times.

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.

(I'll do an actual post later. >>)

Alana:

"We can't just leave him here if he is going to have a hard time with keeping from attaking someone and I don't want him to do that." Alana said shaking inside. "We can tie him up then one of us stay here and if he wakes up knock him out again. The other can find the guys. They won't be happy about it though."


*Sorry, short*

**Sorry for my absence. There's been a lot going on.**

Drake

I was walking the girl to Jenna's and Tegan's when I saw Alanna appear, white and shaken. I rushed to her side, putting one arm around her.

"What happened?" I demanded firmly.

"Sam couldn't control himself," she whispered. "But we took care of him, for now."

I nodded, and dissappeared into the house.

(ARCI) ***no worries ***

I stood there looking at the new faces, they all stared at me, like as if I were an alien or a new race or something. I fianlly broke the silence between us all.

"Hi, I'm Arci." I finally said.

*So I don't know what to do?*

Jenna-

I afforded the girl a quick smile.

"I'm Jenna," I answered. Then I turned to Drake. "Drake, he just completely blew it. I don't know, he's been doing so well..." I was close to tears.

"We've got a fight going on somewhere different, so this needs to be quick."

"What do we do?" I asked. "We can't exactly leave him here."

"Could the three of you control him?" Drake asked.

I looked down at my brother. "Hopefully. And maybe it was just a once off, I don't know..."

"Try to keep him here for as long as you can. If not, we're setting off to..." He gave me the address. "If needs be, get him there, and we'll restrain him."

I nodded. "Okay,"

Alana went out a little of the way with Drake. I could see them hovering by the door. I smiled at the new girl.

"So what got you caught up in all this?"

**Remind me of the situation, please, Rory...**

ARCI

"The truth?" I asked.

"Would you lie?" She asked.

"Only if you wanted me to." I said, I sighed and then said, "I'm a hunter."

*well Haven, the rouge vampire, followed Jack and now Jack, Joseph, and Haven, are at Jacks appartment and I think the idea is that Jack wants to hold Haven hostage..yeah something like that..*

Tegan

I leaned against the wall, next to the broken door. My coat fell open to show the scythes sheathed on my belt.

"That might be a good idea, considering he now knows where our base is," I mused.

**All I've got, sorry...**

Alana:

Alana looked at Drake and crossed her arms slightly.

"Why can't I come help?" She asked softly.

"Because they need your help here." Drake replied in a stern yet comforting voice.

"But what if you need me too." He started to say something and she put her hand up. "I know Tegan will be there, but what if he can't help?"


*Sorry*

Drake

I sighed, stroking her cheek.

"Then I'll call." I kissed her briefly. "Love you, and stay safe."

With that, I took off running toward the apartment.

Jack St. John-

I duct taped Havens hands and feet together, then walked into the kitchen. I opened one of the cubboards and slid open a hidden door in the back of it that revealed a cooling compartment. There was a few gallons of blood and a couple syringes laying in it. I grabbed one of the syringes marked silver.

"What's that?" Tegan asked.

"A dose of Silver," Joseph answered for me, "Not enough to kill him but enough to make him wish he were dead." I slid the needle into Haven's arm and injected the pure liquid silver into his veigns. He immediatly fell unconcious, he would feel the pain later.