The Breed 2

[Walter]

Cigarette in mouth, Walter watched as Drake left the apartment at a run. He took a drag, then exhaled deeply. Once. Twice. He then flicked the cigarette aside and rose from his hiding place, slowly crossing the street toward apartment, no longer protected by a Breed warrior.

How funny it was that personal vengeance coincided so easily with what the Rogues wanted him to do. Well, the Rogues didn't want the potential Breedmates dead, just captured. But it was enough. Quite a relationship had been developed while Walter had sat around, waiting for his chance. Love, he was told.

Walter allowed himself a quiet chuckle.

Love.

An emotion so easily exploited.

Walter kicked in the door and pointed his pistol at whoever was closest.

"Hello, dearies. Care to come with me?"

ACRI

She stared in shock at the figure in the doorway, he smelled like smoke. She glared.

"Oh for Goodness sake put that down!" Someone yelled.

"Put that down someone is gonna get hurt and it's not going to be one of us." I glared.

***Just to let you know October Girl, your girl is the only one that doesn't know what Walter is capable of thus she is the only one that would yell for him to put the gun down. ***

Alana:

Alana froze when she saw Walter. She still wanted to know how he was still alive. She had to figure out how to get the others out, and fast. She had to defend them, to take care of them. To be alive when Drake got back. Her mind worked quickly as she tried to figure out something to do. But what was there to do when Walter seemed invinsible. She growled inwardly. There had to be something. Some how she had to get the stupid gun from him. She had to get the others out. No matter what she would do that. She chewed her lip looking around quickly thinking.

"Acri, Walter isn't one to just put down a weapon, and he also isn't an easy foe." Alana smiled crossing her arms and walking towards Walter. "Isn't that right, Walter, what was it you managed to do, come back from the dead."

"That's impossible." Acri said.

"No, cause I was the one that killed him." Alana said stopping in front of Walter. "What do you want this time. Drake isn't here, and if you don't remember, we're capable of holding our own. Just cause you have that gun doesn't mean that someone isn't standing in that backroom, the one with the door cracked, with a gun aimed at you. I know it won't do anything severe to you, but it will slow you down. So, leave."


**She can get hurt, just not killed. Sorry if the post makes no sense.**

ARCI

"This is freaking me out. I don't even know who he is. I must have hit my head harder than I thought." I mumbled, she tried to walk passed them but Alana stopped her.

"You can't leave!" She gasped.

"Why not?" I asked arching my eyebrows.

[Walter]

Walter snorted.

"Perhaps you should let her leave, hm? Might be safer. I have no need for her. You, however, despite appearances, are actually of some value to me. And the Rogues…"

Walter stepped further into the apartment. He put a a hand on Arci's shoulder.

"You heard me. Disappear."

With a rough shoved, Walter pushed Arci toward the door, while at the same time advancing toward Alana. The pistol was pointed at her chest.

"I do not fear guns as you do, girl," he said quietly. "If anyone is behind that door, let them shoot me. I'm curious, though; there should be another one of you. The other one I seek. Tell me where she is--that is, unless you want your new apartment heavily-stained with bodily fluid."

ARCI

"I'm not going anywhere... No matter how bad it gets." I said glaring up at him.

**sorry writers block :[[***

Alana:

"LEAVE!" Alana hissed glaring at Acri, she hoped the girl would leave and get the guys at least warn them. When Acri didn't go anywhere she growled. "Leave now or I'll shoot you myself." SHe said looking pointedly at the girl.


Just go, sorry for being mean! She sighed in her head. Why couldn't the girl just leave.

She looked back at Walter who poised as a more serious danger. "Whose blood, if I'm so 'valuable' to you and the Rouges, as is Jenna, who can you kill sense Acri is leaving.."

[Walter]

Walter smiled.

"Oh, I don't have to kill you. I could shoot an arm or a leg or a shoulder… I'm not picky."

Walter pointed the barrel toward each of the places indicated as he spoke.

"Now… where is this Jenna girl, hm? Do tell me."

ARCI

"I know where Jenna is." I lied, I didn't even know who the hell Jenna was. "If you hurt Alana or me, you'll never find her." I glared up.

Alana:

Alana glared at Acri. "Get the hell out!" She hissed. Couldn't the girl just take a hint and go find the guys. It would be more useful then getting herself hurt. "He can't shoot me and he knows it. If he does then he'll have to watch out for Breed's and Rouges cause they'll smell my blood. NOW LEAVE!"


*tears*

Drake

I was almost there. Then...

Something leapt out of the shadows, tackling me to the ground as humanoid snarls tore the silence. I could smell his stench: death, filth, and blood. A Rogue had caught me!

I yelled as I lashed out with one fist, drawing a gun with the other hand. I had to finish this quickly, before others came. The gun went off, I kicked the cringing vampire away, and I began to run again.

I pulled out my cell and hit speed dial. "Tegan! We got Rogues on the main street! Get down here!"

"I hear you. We got to - " The call was disconnected as he spoke to someone in the room with him. Just as I suspected, three more Rogues appeared, and the fighting began.

[Walter]

Walter rolled his eyes.

"I don't have time for this. One of you will do just fine. I can find the other later."

Walter stepped forward, grabbing Alana by the arm and pulling her toward the door.

Alana:

Alana hissed and threw her elbow back into Walter's gut. He just tightened his grip on her arm making her bite her lip in pain. She had to think quick. Chewing on her lip slightly she followed him. She looked for anything to make her escape. She had to get away, but from what she had seen nothing stopped Walter.


*tears, all I had. But do whatever to her, just don't kill her or change her.*

*Sorry, I've been away...*

Jenna-

I could hear heavy breathing on the other side of the door. "Tell me where she is," said a low and all too familiar voice.

I still had the wok in my hand. If I went out now, Alana and I could probably bring Walter down (what had happened anyway? I thought to myself He died. I'm sure of it.). Arci needed to get out, and we needed to run.

With two deep breaths I opened the door and jumped on his back, hitting him hard as I could over the head. He was taken by surprise, and loosened his grip on Alana just enough. She whirled round and kicked him in the stomach.

"Alana, let's go!" I shouted, hitting him again and again, but he wasn't responding. His arms however were in the air, trying to get me off. He smashed me into the wall. I howled in pain, but I could see the window and as quick as anything, I had a plan.

"Run!" I shouted to the others. "I'll be right there."

They seemed reluctant to leave however. I thrust all my weight to the right. Walter wouldn't have been moved by sheer force, but he was still surprised. Just enough. Caught off balance, I flew across the room and (thank goodness) I landed on my feet. The balcony doors were open. I jumped out and in a second began hurtling down the fire escape.

Walter had a dilemma, come after me, or stay behind with Alana. I shouldn't have left them there, but now all I could think of was that I needed to run, run as fast as I could.

My life depended on it.

**Rory asked me to kill his character off...sadness...**

Drake

Jack and Tegan were soon outside, ready to battle. They each took on a Rogue as I regained my own position, lashing out with as much speed and strength as possible. When the first Rogues were down, we moved on to the next ones.

Only once before had we been outnumbered to almost overrun. It was six months ago, when I met Alana and Jenna, and first faced Walter...

Walter. Alana.

My mind clicked into action. What if he was there, right now? About to kill her, or worse...

"Alana," I gasped as I turned. I slashed a Rogue's throat as I went, only to have another one knock me down, a knife to my side. I cried out as I fell over...

"Hang on Drake!" Jack moved in, taking out the Rogue as I got to my feet.

A scream pierced the silence. We looked up to see Walter in the street, Jenna and Alana running for their lives. We moved.