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Here's an idea, Excel. Just do what comes naturally to Anya. COME BARRRELLING AT HER FISTS ABLAZING! I'm not sure who to take on next, to be quite honest. Siera, maybe?

anyway, this looks like it might get interesting...

Kris snorted his contempts as he went with the others. They made their way to the mall, seeing the tall structure in the distance. Kristopher looked up at a small parlor cafe, the second floor window had something moving behind it. Looking closely, he saw it was another zombie, trying to claw out. Passing by, the window shattered, glass raining onto the little group. The zombie fell, hitting the ground head first. There was a splattering sound, and the zombie didn't move. Kristopher sighed. He moved down the street, but he turned a corner, and saw the way to the mall was blocked. There had been an accident, several cars burned away. A city bus had crashed into the burning wreckage, but it wasn't burning. Scorch marks littered the side. Kristopher sighed. He wasn't about to head through the fire. "Come on, there's a set of doors on the rear of the bus. We can get through this by just using the bus as a passage." Tahlia nodded. She turned behind her, sighing. several zombies were approaching. One of them vomited, the acid audibly eating away at the pavement. "Lance, you're stronger than all of us. Can you pry that door open?" Tahlia asked. Lance nodded, and swung his fist through a window on the double doors of the bus. After prying it open, he stepped on first. He cocked his gun, and shot down the length of the bus, killing something that had been crawling after him. Stepping onto the bus, Kristopher nearly fainted. The stench of rotting bodies was strong in the confined space. Looking around, he saw several people, all of them dead. The buss crash having apparently killed them. The woman must had been the only one of them infected, and so had come back to life... They all trooped through the bus, shooting out the front window of the bus and climbing down. Kristopher held his hand to help Tahlia down, after he himself had jumped out. They trooped down the street, conserving ammo when they could. Soon enough, they had come to the edge of the mall parking lot. Looking across the lot, they saw that there were a lot of cars. Granted, it may have only been thirty or so, but they had no idea how many cars were parked on the sides of the mall they couldn't see. They cautiously moved to the mall entrance closest to them. It happened to be the food court, and Kristopher cocked his gun. He glanced around. There was another city bus in the lot, apparently the driver had been attacked, and the bus sat parked at the food court entrance. A woman staggered around, in a nice suit. She turned around, revealing she was just another zombie. Kristopher shot her, clipping her head. She fell against the wall, blood smearing down it as she went. Kristopher sighed. He jumped onto the bus, and saw only a blood stained driver's seat. The bus had been running when it was attacked, the gas gauge read the tank was on empty. Kristopher snorted. "Figures, the tank's bone dry. We might have been able to use this baby to get to the Zoo." Payton shrugged. "Not surprising. That would have been too easy." Jamel was rubbing his chin. "I could steal some serious shit, man..." Kristopher stepped down off the bus. "Like we need to be hauling any thing more than we already are, dipshit." "Fuckin' punk kid!" Jamel started, going off on a tirade. "Racist peice of shit! You just pissy cuz you racist." Kristopher leveled his gun, aiming it directly at Jamel's head. "You say I'm racist, just once more, and I'll pull this trigger. For your information, I can give a shit less if you're black, white, blue or green. Of course, in this situation the latter two are probably trying to kill us. I don't like you right now simply because you're being an ass. Up until right now, I haven't had a problem with you. But you pull this shit, I do. Understand me?" Jamel held up his hands, backing off. "Yeah man... chill..." "I'll chill when we're all done with this bullshit." Kristopher turned away, heading to the doors. He was obviously pissed. Tahlia let out a sigh of relief. "Way to go Jamel. You pissed him off. You're lucky he kept his cool." "He pointed a gun at me!" Payton shook his head. "You shouldn't have done that racism stuff. I mean come on, if we were racist, we would have fed you to the zombies by now, don't you think?" They all walked back to the mall entrance, And on entering, they weren't surprised to hear the tell tale mall music playing in the back ground. Kristopher had hopped a counter, and was filling up soda cups. He brought a tray over, and sat it on a table. They looked around, wrinkling their faces. The food in the trays had all dried up or gone bad. Thankfully, the smell had already dissipated. Kristopher sighed. "Well, we got soda at least. I'm sure there's junk food all over here, and we can make some food with what's in the fridges. Well, lets get down to that Radio Shack." They made their way over to the end of the food court, looking around the mall. There were zombies stumbling around, but not too many that they could see. "Oh god damn it..." Kristopher said, holding up his gun. "Not this again...." "Let's do this." Tahlia responded.

OOC: EVERYONE MOVE YOUR BODY! :animesmil and excel... oh hell no :rotflmao: Dunan daced an elegant dace with his sister, her moves matching his blow for blow. Yet, his heart was not in the fight. He couldn't muster the strength to go all out against her. Sonya glared at him, and she attacked once more, Dunan rolling out of the way, and turning to face her. She'd managed to pick up her broken sythe blade, and hurtled it at Dunan. Dunan batted to the side, if only to be impaled by the broken handle in the shoulder. Dunan gasped, his eyes wide with pain. "Looks like your little sister is better at fighting." "Looks like you under estimate me." Dunan grasped the handle, and wrenched himself forward on it, bringing his face inches from Sonya's. "I'm a vampire, now, little sister." Dunan swung the back of his hand into her, sending her up against a tree. She slammed against it, and sunk to the ground. Dunan wrenched the metal from him, and held it in front of him, eyeballing it. It was covered in thick black blood, and he tossed it away, blood seeping from his wounded shoulder. The wound slowly closed, and he flexed his arm. "Indeed. I know there is a small piece of my sister within your imitation body. I understand that, though while it is her, it is also only a fragment. The real Sonya is beyond resurrection. You're nothing more than a doll given a personality, and it's nothing like hers. You have her face, her voice, and even her scent. But you're not my sister." The doll stood, her long hair billowing in the wind. Her short black leather shirt showing off her abdomen. "And even so, you can not even bother to destroy me, simply because of the small piece of Sonya that I possess. You can't bring yourself to convince yourself of that. An ironic twist, is it not?" Sonya came at Dunan, her legs in the air, aiming a kick at him. Dunan raised his hands, shielding himself from her violent kicks.he flicked his hand out, smacking her leg down, only to have her twist to start punching him. Dunan was inched back by the sheer force of her blows, until she ducked down, spining and lashing out with her feet, kicking Dunan's feet from out from under him. Caught by surprise, Dunan fell on his backside, Sonya instantly on her feet, kicking him into another tree. Dunan sailed across the small clearing, hitting the tree with enough force to break it. Dunan crumpled to the ground, his chest bones shattered. Through a hazy field of vision, Dunan looked over to the image of Sonya. Sonya reached down, and snapped a tree branch off of the trunk. She peered down at it, and smiled. "How ironic that you would die here, killed by your own sister." She raised the tree branch, ready to impale Dunan through the heart. Dunan closed his eyes, thinking of Dawner. Dunan would die here, leaving his sweet heart all alone, and he couldn't even raise a hand to this pale faced freak of a fake sister. Sonya plunged the tree branch down, aiming for the kill. "Sonya...I don't hate you. I still love you." Dunan had planned of those being his last words. The branch impaled him, but next to his heart, missing by a mile. Dunan opened his eyes through the haze of pain. Sonya was trembling, a battle within herself. She pitched back, screaming. "NO! A FRAGMENT DOESN'T HAVE THE POWER TO OVERCOME ME! RELEASE ME! THERE IS NO USE FOR YOU!" Sonya screamed again, and began to breathe in short rasps. Her eyes began to fluxuate between colors, between a blood red and Sonya's serene blue, eyes that looked exactly like Dunan's own once upon a time. Dunan scooted up, his back against the tree, horrified. Sonya wasclawing at herself, trying to force something into submission. Then two words came from her lips, ringing so clear with four hundred years of unspoken words behind them. "Free me." Sonya convulsed backwards, slamming into a tree, she was now unstable. Sonya got to her feet, screaming like a mad woman. Dunan could barely move, let alone fight. Sonya came roaring at Dunan, her face contorted into a mad grin, as she aimed to kill. Dunan pulled the branch from his chest, and with only one eye open, he swung. He caught her in the side, knocking her down. Like a rabid animal, she spun on his, her fists flying. Dunan couldn't fight, he knew that whatever was left of his sister had spoken to him, tortured by what she could not control. Sonya pulled back, and with her bare fist, plunged it deep into his chest, through the wound already there, again missing his heart. Blood spattered behind him, and he grimanced through his already pulverized face. "Son...ya...." He said, reaching up to touch her face. It felt exactly as it once did, smooth and flawless. Yet now, it was cold and smelled of clay and death. Sonya stopped moving, trembling. "Kill... me...." She whispered, hr eyes oddly hollow now. Whatever was going on, Dunan wasn't sure. A soul once fragmented, it shouldn't be able to muster up the power to break through. But, stranger things have happened..... Dunan didn't have a chance to do anything, a tormented scream echoed through the trees. A psychic blast rocked Sonya away, flinging her away like she was a rag doll. Sonya slowly stood, but her arm was shattered beyond repair. Dunan looked down, it was still lodged in his chest. "Get your filthy hands off my man..." Dawner came staggering into the clearing, his eyes swirling with the psyonic powers he had been blessed with. Dunan sighed, a smile on his face. "About time you saved my ass for once." Dunan said, lying his head back. "You're hurt..." Dunan commented, looking at the large blood stain on Dawner's clothes. "So are you. You're gonna have to sit tight for a minute while I deal with her." "Dawner... let me introduce you...This... is Sonya..." Dawner snorted. "But she can't control herself, can she? She almost killed you..." "Yeah...Sorry about that..." Dawner came over to Dunan, getting in between him and Sonya, who was still quite slow at getting up. Dawner pulled the broken arm from Dunan, tossing it aside. Dawner's eyes welled up with tears, and he smacked Dunan across the face. Dunan smiled a little, a trickle of blood coming from his mouth. "Don't you ever, ever give up like that!" "Heh... I guess I deserved that..." Dawner turned his attention to the doll. "So... that's what your sister looked like?" "That's not her..." Dunan's eyes welled up with tears. Again, red streams came down his face as he gazed at the pathetic monster the doll was. "Dawner... I can't kill her." "I know. Hush now, I'm here." Dawner wiped away Dunan's tears, kissing him on the forehead. "If you were able to kill her, then I'd wonder if you were a monster..." Dawner stood up, and the trees began to move. Dawner lifted up a crumpled tree with his mind, and brought it down on Sonya, shattering her body into a thousand peices. Sonya was no more. The remains of her body became like glitter, and blew away in the wind, a voice ringing out around them from the trees. [I]"I love you, Dunan."[/I] Dunan panted, his wounds closing. He was a bit winded, but his strength would return momentarily. "I'll... crush Holden myself..." Dawner fell back against him, the both of them wincing in pain. Dunan looked down, Dawner had lost a lot of blood. "Let me heal that..." Dunan ran his fingers in his own blood, and placed them on the wound. Dawner's wound closed instantly, thanks to the powers held within vampirc blood. Dawner sat down next to him, waiting for Dunan's own wounds to heal. Soon enough, Dunan was completely healed, and held his hand out to help Dawner up. Dunand groaned, shaking himself. His strength was returning, little by little. "My magic has been sealed." Dawner said, looking down."I don't know how much use I'm going to be." "Plenty, I'm sure. Come on, the others need us." Dunan looked acoss the trees, hearing the faint sounds of battle. "Right." Together, the two of them ran back to the others, ready to fight. Dunan and Dawner broke through the trees, seeing Anya fighting. Dawner snorted. "Your friend is a bitch, Dunan." "Yeah, well, you got something she never will." Dawner glanced at Dunan, before turning his attention back to the fight in front of him. "And that would be what? A penis?" Dunan smiled. "Well, that, and of course, me. She's just a little jealous of you, Dawner. Don't mind her. She means well enough, I suppose." Dawner's expression became exasperated. "Yeah... sure she does...." "Well Dawner, Shall we?" Dunan's smile widened, anticipating the coming fights. "Don't get yourself killed, Dawner." "Same goes for you, bub." The two kissed deaply, and on letting go of each other, leaped into action, each heading off in opposite directions to help different members of the team.

for means of the story, everyone can plainly see Dunan is fighting his sister. For means of the story, Holden is manipulating only a fragment of her soul. Everyone is busy, I was hoping to get a chance to let everyone see her. I can still make that a reality, if holden manages to escape with that orb Excel talked about. I had told her what Sonya was, and The orb thing Wasn't really a part of the plan, but still, at least if the orb is destroyed, then the doll will disappear. However. There are emotions involved, Dunan knows that his sister's soul is in peices, and that the doll only contains one, which I am making it that the orb holden carries manipulates it to his will. Even though it is a fake, It is still at least partially his sister. Anyone feeling frisky enough to help him do her in? I was hoping Dawner or Karyn would, but they are just so busy with their own fights. Everyone is, so i might have to just figure out some way to imoblize her.... Dunan couldn't kill his own sister, no matter how twisted her existence is. It's a family thing, you know? I hope you guys understand that. GAH! I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING!

Dunan sttod, the wind ruffling his tattered trench coat. Sonya looked on at him, her face just as he remembered. Sonya smiled, holding her sythe. Raising it above her head, she posed, ready to come attacking him. "Like you can beat me, you're just a floozy flunkie of Holden's. That sythe doesn't scare me." Holding her sythe out, Sonya spoke. "Now is that anyway to speak to your sister?" Dunan grit his teeth, she even had Sonya's voice. "My sister is dead." "As soon will be her brother." Dunan launched himself at the doll, and she turned her sythe, aiming for Dunan's head. Dunan bent his body over, sending his foot up at the sythe, kicking it up and over into a tree. Sonya wrenched it out, coming for Dunan. She swung it again, cutting down trees left and right. Dunan launched himself at Sonya, and she lifted her sythe, getting it in his way. Dunan planted his feet on it, and lifted back, sailing into the trees. Sonya calmly walked over to the tree, and tapped her sythe against her shoulder. "Fool. You seem to think you have a chance." Dunan retorted. "I know I do." He came down, and slapped her sythe out of his way, swinging on it to plant his feet on the tip. "I'm just warming up." Dunan said. Sonya yanked her sythe back, and Dunan back flipped off of it. "As am I." she responded. Sonya raised her sythe, barreling at Dunan, her mouth wide in a sinister smile. Dunan smacked the sythe, bringing it down to the ground. Dunan raised his foot, to snap the sythe. Sonya grabbed his ankle, and Dunan twisted his body to slam his opposite foot into the sythe, succeeding. Sonya whirled him around, slamming him into a a tree. Dunan reached out, and his hands landed on another tree Sonya had intended on crushing him against. Using his free foot, he brought it up, knocking Sonya in the chin. She let go, and Dunan twisted to his feet, whirling to face Sonya. A crack appeared on her delicate face. "You'd raise a hand to your sister? Didn't our mother teach you better than to hit a girl?" "You're not a girl." Dunan swung his fist, and Sonya caught it inches from her face. She smirked, the crack disappearing. "You seem to be under the impression that I'm like those other dolls." Dunan snorted. "Oh, you're different. You're more of a bitch." Dunan pushed against her, but she didn't let go, instead bring her own foot up to crunch Dunan in the chest. Dunan rocketed backwards, skidding across the ground. Dunan sighed. "With that pretty face, you'd think you'd be a little nicer." Sonya didn't respond, she only came after him once more.

Kristopher snapped his fingers in Draco's face. "Hey, Umbrella boy. Snap out of it." Draco looked up, and looked away. "Sorry." Kristopher looked around the desolate street. The wind was picking up, and with it came the smell of decaying flesh. Kristopher led the way down the street, seeing nothing moving. An empty store front glittered near them, the mannequins in the window staring at them with vacant eyes. Kristopher walked over to the window, and peered inside. No one was moving inside, dead or alive. He started moving back down the street, Tahlia coming up beside him. "Kris? Do you know what we're going to face in the Zoo?" "Hell if I know. I'm praying most of the animals are dead or in their cages. Preferably both." Tahlia shrugged, holding up her gun. "I suppose so.... but like we'd have that kind of luck." Kristopher kept quiet, knowing she spoke the awful truth. Kristopher stepped over a dead body, and stopped. He heard it, and so did everyone else. The thing that had chased them in the restaurant was back. Lance was the first to react. "MOVE IT!" They started running down the street, when a a sound like a whistle came to their ears, and a car to their left exploded. They all ducked down, pieces if the car coming down around them. The monster stepped into sight, and they all saw the rocket launcher it was holding. "JESUS CHRIST!" Jamel stated, and then they all took off down the street and down an alley. They ducked into a store, the back loading dock having been open. Shooting the zombie inside, they moved back to the front of the store, ducking down. The monster moved, the steps heavy, and it aimed again. The rocket came blasting in, exploding against the far wall. Ceiling tiles and other debris came raining down, Tahlia, Kris, and Payton screaming all the while. "S.T.A.R.S." it rasped. They all got up, and started firing into the monstrousity. It leveled another blast, but someone clipped it with a shot gun, causing the launcher to misfire, exploding. The thing hit the ground, falling through the old brick road into the sewer pipe below. There was no more sounds coming from below, but they all knew something that big wasn't going down that easily. Draco made the motion to get moving. "Let's roll out!"

Dunan smirked, looking around. "Four down, ten to go." Dunan Took off into the heat of battle, Anya coming up to his side, and together they peered at the remaining three battles. Dawner was blasting away with his spells, holding his own. Daraco was pounding away at the wolf, Draco for sure didn't need any help. However, Dawner was quickly wearing out, and Dunan moved to help him. Dunan came barreling into Damien, blasting him away. Damien went crashing into the ground, bouncing away like a rubber doll. Dunan smiled, and turned his attention to Dawner. "Hey babe, miss me?" Dunan cooed, and moved to the powerful Dawner. "Thanks for the help, Dunan." Dawner smiled sweetly, his eyes then moving to the wolf. "I think I can handle this. Go find Dean." Dawner pointed off into the trees. "I saw a wolf heading off in that direction." Fine then. You better make it out of this alive, Dawner. Otherwise I'm bringing you back to kill you myself." Dawner Reached up, grasping Dunan's shirt, balling it in his fist, dragging Dunan close. "Don't worry, honey. I'll kick ass and take names later." Dawner grasped Dunan's head and brought him down to plant a kiss on Dunan's lips. Dunan opened his mouth, Dawner's tongue snaking inside. After a heated kiss, they split, Dunan jumpin off and away into the trees, Anya heading off after him, her blue kimono flapping in her wake. Off they ran, Dunan's focus split in two. There were the fights he knew were ahead, and the love he was leaving behind. Dunan shook his head, Anya watching him closely. The two fighters leaped through the trees, and Anya spoke. "You really love him, don't you?" Dunan snorted. "Of course I do, Anya. I would think it obvious..." Anya snorted. "I'm better in fights than he is..." "And I bet Dawner would win against you." Dunan landed on the ground, coming to a small clearing withinthe trees. A wolf was facing away from him, and he nodded to Anya. The two of them attacked at once, Dunan kicking the wolf from behind, surprising him, and then Anya snapping his neck after jumping on him. Dunan side stepped over the wolf, he had been too easy to kill. There had to be others. Dunan caught whiff of a familiar scent, and looked up. His breath caught in his throat, as he saw the shadowy figure at the edge of the woods. The figure wore a white dress, looking like from an era of long ago. The many lace ruffles and ribbons that adorned her dress fluttered. Her brunette hair billowed in the breeze, her hat shaking from the wind. Her dress was adorned with lace, and it moved with the wind. She looked across the woods at him, her eyes still the vivid blue he remembered from so long ago, the eyes that were now filled with a sadness as deep as the lifetime Dunan had led was long. She called to Dunan, beckoning him to her. Her voice was like a dagger to the heart, it rand with the same sorrow as her eyes. Dunan breathed in short rasps, frozen in place, his eyes wide. [I]"Sonya....."[/I]

Kristopher woke with the coming of dawn, the sun just barely peaking up over the horizon, illuminating the sky. He looked down at Payton after sitting up, and blinked rapidly. Payton was drooling all over his pillow. Soon enough, everyone began to wake, dreading leaving the sanctity of the apartment, but each of them knew it was only a matter of time before something came after them. And, cornered on the third floor, there wasn't anywhere to run. Kristopher rubbed his eyes, wishing the whole situation was just a dream. But it wasn't. Everyone outside the walls of the apartment was either dead or undead. Kristopher got up, dressing. He got out his school uniform, and pulled on his pants, taking his shirts and jacket out with him into the kitchen, throwing them on the counter. He pulled a loaf of bread down from the refridgerator, and loaded up the four slotted toaster. He opened the fridge, pulling out some eggs, sausage, pancake mix, and bacon. He started cooking, ignoring the thuds coming from the other side of the wall, in the next apartment. He heard a low, gutteral moan, sending chills up his spine. Kristopher started cooking, and he pulled a jug of orange juice from the fridge. He flicked the lid off, and started chugging it it down. Payton came up behind him, having dressed himself. He had pulled on a pair of Kristopher's pants, and an undershirt, his own having the filth and blood caked on them. "Now that's attractive..." Payton commented, seeing Kristopher's naked torso, juice dripping onto it. Kristopher shrugged indifferently. He pulled on another shirt, and then he continued cooking, and soon enough he had quite the spread of toast, eggs, sausage, and pancakes on the table. "Come and get it while it's hot, people." Kris called. He looked at his kitchen clock, furrowing his brow. Normally, he'd be getting into his car to head off to school by now, after hurriedly finishing homework from the night before. "Plates are in the cabinet, help yourselves. God only knows when we might eat next." Talkia nodded her agreement, and got up from her spot on the couch. She straightened out her clothing, and got a plate. Everyone followed her, picking up a plate and a glass and silverware before diving into the food. Soon enough, everyone was sitting around the living room, eating as much as they could. Kristopher broke the silence. "So... What do you guys think? Is it good?" Tahlia mumbled, nodding her head rapidlly, her mouth full. Draco snorted into his plate, giving a hesitant 'yes'. Payton exclaimed, "It's the best meal I've ever had!" Jamel and Lance nodded as well, and there was everyone's approval. Kristopher looked at Tahlia, noticing her dirty clothes. "Tahlia, I have something in my closet you can wear." Tahlia looked up from taking a bite from her sausage patty, surprised Kris would have something she could wear. After swallowing, she asked, "What is it? I don't trust anything coming from your closet..." Everyone tittered, smiles abound now. "Oh, it's nothing... Just a playboy bunny outfit..." Tahlia threw a pillow from the couch at him, and Kristopher dodged it, not spilling anything from his plate. "I'll pass." Tahlia responded, and she went back to eating. Soon enough, the dishes were dirty, and there was no food left. Everyone was feeling full, and got ready to leave. The streets were still dark, but Dawn was fast approaching. Kristopher pulled on his school uniform jacket, and picked up his backpack. He pulled it over his shoulders, and went for the door. Everyone was now ready to go back into the nightmare. Kristopher cocked his fully loaded gun, and unlocked the door. He tuned the knob, and jetted out into the hall. Motioning that it was clear, he started off down the hall, the others following him closely. Reaching the stairwell, Kristopher heard something slamming against a door just behind them. The door began to splinter, bulging at the center. They started moving quickly, out of the building. The zombies within the various apartments were getting wise to the fact there was something moving in the halls. The door behind them splintered into peices, and a man came staggering out, half of his face just gone, being bare bloody bone. Kristopher knew who he was, and his wife came staggering out after him. They came at them, and all of The humans turned and ran down the flights of stairs. They came to the massive front door, and started off outside, moving quickly around the zombies randomly about the parking lot. Kristopher and company started back into the shopping district, hoping to not run into anything they couldn't handle...... OOC: Alright, let's take out time in the shopping district, alright?

Dunan turned his attention to Dawner, who was at odds with two of the wolves. "Hogging all the fun...." Dunan snorted. "Hmph." As haughty as Dunan was, he came barreling at the wolves. Sarah had managed to get at Dawner, knocking him to the ground. Dunan stopped behind her, lashing out with his foot. "HANDS OFF MY MAN, BITCH!" Dunan sent her hurtling away, chasing after her with a vengeance like no other. Sarah stood, sending a flame barrage at Dunan, and he leaped up, kicking her in the face. Dunan landed, moving quickly as she held her face, screaming spells. Time after time, Dunan dodged her attacks, moving farther and father way from the others. Dunan jumped back, bending over backwards to avoid a blast aimed at his legs. "Come on, Sarah! Hit me for once!" Dunan taunted. She chased him, spells flaring up at Dunan. "Stop running!" Sarah screamed. Dunan only smirked. He came rushing at her, but she aimed a spell right at his head. Dunan ducked, narrowly missing a fireball. He uppercut her, sending her back. She landed on her feet, ready to attack once more. "Vampire!" she screeched. "I'll burn you to cinders!" Dunan readied himself, bouncing back and forth on his feet."Well come on then, sweets. Bring on the heat." Dunan raced at her, sending a kick at her head, meant to decapitate her. She narrowly dodged it, rocking back. Dunan bent over his foot, seizing her wand. She clawed his hand, making him let go. Dunan held his bleeding hand, his black blood dripping onto the grass under him. "Aw... Poor little vampire...you're bleeding." Sarah cooed. "That must be painful..." Dunan held up his hand, the cuts healing up. He turned his hand so she could see. "Sorry to disappoint..." His wound closed, his blood evaporating into thin air. He smiled. "I do believe we were fighting...." "Fine then." Sarah raised her wand, shouting something. Blades of fire came rushing at Dunan, ripping and burning the air and ground. Dunan's eyes went wide as she swung her wand over and over, laughing. "Dodge this, vampire scum!" Dunan turned his body, narrowly missed by the fiendish blades, he was gouged deeply across his leg, his shoulder, and his abdomen. Dust and smoke billowed up around the clearing, hiding him from view. The smoke cleared, revealing Dunan and his wounds. A normal person would have been crippled, holding himself. Dunan breathed out, his blood spattering the grass. Quickly his wounds began to heal. The wold smirked, unfaltering. "That looks painful..." "It's not half as bad as what I'm going to do to you." Dunan launched himself, his wounds still not fully healed. He kicked, landing blows over and over. Sarah didn't have time to cast any spells, she was busy blocking and dodging Dunan's attacks. She managed to get away from Dunan's furious onslaught, pointing her wand at Dunan. "You're gonna love this..." She pointed, sending a blast of ice at Dunan. Razor sharp and pointed, Dunan was skewered like a shishkabob. Holding his wound, he looked down at his abdomen. His blood was melting the ice quickly, but he pulled it out and tossed it aside. "That all you got?" Dunan commented. He smirked. "Sorry, but I'm not so easy to kill." Dunan came at her, and she aimed her wand. She let loose a blast of fire, it came roaring at him. Dunan held his arms up, engulfed in the flames. The fire burned, and the wolf smiled. "So sad to see you go so soon..." She turned away, her attention on Dawner once more. The flames blew out, Dunan coming for her, his face burned, but healing up quickly. He grasped the wolfby the arm, and before she knew was happening, Dunan had snapped her arm, making her lose her wand. "I believe I'm your opponent..." Dunan said, letting the wolf go and kicking her across the field. Dunan picked up her wand, and snapped it in two. There was a spark, and Dunan smirked. "Well, that's that..." Sarah got to her feet, roaring in sheer fury. Dunan shrugged, by this time his wounds had already healed up completely. "You know, if you're going to kill someone, you better make sure you do it right the first time. Other wise, they have a nasty habit of coming back to get you. A lesson for your next life." Dunan smirked as the wolf staggered at him, her one good arm raised. Dunan's power flared again, and he raised his hand. Before she could make contact with him, he had plunged his hand through her chest, ripping out of her back, holding her heart. She sputtered, blood purting from her mouth. She slumped down, and he yanked his hand out of her, still holding her heart. He lifted up her dead body, and tossed it too into the gorge, much the same way Walker had gone. Sarah was dead. Dunan turned his attention back to the battle, going after the wolves attacking Dawner.

Kristopher sighed. The city was doomed, had been since Umbrella had moved into town. Kristopher had known that, they all did, now. Kristopher walked into his bedroom, payton following closely behind. "Can I get some privacy?" Kristopher asked. Payton shook his head. "Nope. You aren't being given the chance to do something stupid again." "Fine fine. Come in then...." Kristopher leaving his bedroom door wide open. Kristopher looked around, his bedroom was immaculate,Kristopher sighed, sitting on the bed. Payton followed his example. "So we're staying here for the night?" Payton asked. "Yeah, we'll head out at dawn. It's going to be easier to sleep, when we know we're almost safe. I'm sure everyone is exhausted." Payton nodded, looking around Kristopher's room. There were picture's taken, and tapped to the wall above Kristopher's bed."Who are they?" Payton asked. Kristopher got up and opened his dresser, ruffling around inside. Kristopher glanced at the wall. "Friends I've made. They're probably all dead now..." Kristopher turned away from the collection of smiles and goofy poses. He couldn't face them. Dunan Took out a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt. He removed his apron, and tossed it in a dirty clothes hamper after removing various objects from it. He lit up a cigarette, smoking it as he unbuttoned his pants. He looked down at them, they were covered in filth now. He dropped them, and kicked them too into the dirty clothes hamper. Kristopher didn't stop there, he unbottoned his work shirt, it too was now filthy. Sliding his undershirt off, he turned, now only in a pair of boxers. He slid them down, revealing a rather bubbly butt. Kristopher's skin was scarred, long jagged lines etched across his white skin. Payton stared at him, before asking quietly,"How did you get those scars?" "Umbrella." Kristopher answered simply, his tone causing Payton to drop the subject. Kristopher dressed in silence, and soon enough he was popping out his contacts, and putting on a pair of glasses. All in all, he looked very much the part of a typical school boy now. "Now I've joined the fantasy fetish group...." Kristopher remarked, putting on a white dress shirt. He didn't button it, ans he walked back over to the hallway door. "If anyone wants to curl up and sleep, now is the chance. I'll stay awake to keep watch." Kristopher grabbed a bunch of spare blankets, and gave everyone something to sleep on. People assumed various spots, and restless, they all had a troubled sleep. They all woke up to cover watches, each of them getting a little sleep. Dawn was still several hours away.....

Thw wolf came roaring at him, Dunan braced himself. Dunan was ableto get out of the way, but he was able to move fast enough to avoid a devastating blow to the chest. Dunan blocked, the wolf, though injured, set a pace that was sheer madness. Dunan managed to block, until Walker aimed a leg up at Dunan as well. Dunan blocked it, but left his face wide open. Dunan sailed across the field, landing hard on the ground. Dunan rolled to his feet, and came running back at Walker for more. The wolf came running as well, but Dunan ducked down low, aiming for Walker's legs. Dunan pushed forward, lifting the wolf up and ever him, to slam Walker into the ground. As soon as Walker was back down to the grass, Dunan moved quickly, positioning himself over the wolf, aiming his claws to rip into Walker's chest to remove his heart. The wolf was fast, grasping Dunan's wrist and anking him up to do the same. Twisting to the side, Walker's claws grazed Dunan as he lifted up and over, to lift Walker by the wrist and slam him once more into the ground. Walker managed to land on his feet, still grasping Dunan by the wrist. Dunan wrenched Walker off of him, but Walker oved to grab his other arm. Arm in arm, Dunan was lifted up, to be ground into the dirt. Dunan contorted his body, coming back to land on one foot, and used his other leg to land a kick into Walker's groin area. Walker loosed his grip, and Dunan used that chance to pull Walker to him, repeatedly kicking him in the groin. Walker let go of Dunan, staggering back. Dunan lifted his leg again as Walker charged, and crouched down. As walker approached, he lifted up, swinging hilegs up to land another hit on Walker. Dunan landed on his hands, but remained peering At walker from a hand stand. Walker charged again, and Dunan lowered himself, using his body to swing his legs to kick Walker's feet from out from under him. Walker fell, landing on his back. Dunan jumed into the air, aiming a blow at Walker's exposed chest. Walker Lifted his legs up, to blast Dunan back. Dunan placed his hands against Walker's foot, Walker using his leg like a spring to send Dunan back. Dunan landed on his feet as Walker got to his, charging Dunan once more. Dunan reared back, smacking Walker's arms to the side, landing a blow to Walker's chest. Walker grunted, moving back, more blood spilling from his mouth. Dunan didn't let up. He raced over, Walker moving just in time to block Dunan's furiously paced punches. Dunan inched the wolf back, hitting again and again against his arms. Dunan's pace became faster and faster, until Walker wasn't able to block, and Dunan scored a punch to Walker's jaw. Walker staggered back, and fell to his knee. Gasping for breath, with blood welling up in his lungs, Walker was an indomitable opponent. "I have to give it to you, you're one hell of an opponent." Dunan commented. "However, I think it's time this came to an end." Dunan launched himself, landing and skidding across the dirt at Walker. Dunan pivoted on on leg, his other connecting with a force enough to crush a human body. Walker went flying, landing on the edge of the gorge. Unable to gather himself, Walker growled. Walker's leg was broken, as was his arm. Dunan had effectively crippled him. Dunan walked over to the wolf, his eyes glowing malevolently. "Finish it!" Walker snapped. "I am done for. Kill me!" Dunan examined his nails, indifferent, or so it appeared. "Is that your wish? To die?" Walker snarled. "I have failed. You wish to show me mercy?" "If that is what you want..." "Kill me. release me from my existence." "If that is your desire." Dunan moved, kicking Walker over the edge. Down he went, a look of peace on his face. Dunan turned away, and heard a splash. Walker was dead. "Who's next?" Dunan asked aloud.

Kristopher moved cautiously, not wanting to alert anything to their presence. The apartment complex was rather large, thankfully pets weren't allowed. Tahia followed close behind, and behind her, was Payton and Draco. They aimed their guns, shooting into the zombies moving to eat Jamel. Lance had rushed down into one of the buildings, And within a moments came back up with several large caliper guns. He threw them down, blazing bullets whizzing into the crowd. "DAMN FUCKER! WATCH IT!" Jamel said, hitting the ground. Zombie heads exploded, and then all of them came racing over to Kristopher's little group. They ran across the parking lot, Kristopher cursing under his breath. Thankfully, Jamel's dude lived in the same building complex. Kristopher hadn't though about what to do after they got to his building, but he opened the massive metal door and cocked his gun inside. Nothing. Blood was smeared on the wall ahead of them, and there were several thumping noises coming from the other side of the doors. The thin walls were all that was protecting from what was on the other side of them. Kristopher ran up the stairs, coming face to face with a zombie eating something. On closer inspection, Kristopher realized it was the complex owner. He raised his gun, but Payton let out a round, beating him to it. The zombie fell foreward when the bullet blasted into it's skull, plastering brains all over. Up another flight of stairs they went, until they came to Kristopher's apartment. Kristopher removed his wallet from his apron, and pulled out a key from it. He put it in the door, and turned the key. He smiled, and walked inside. Kristopher's apartment was just as he had left it, welcoming him. I was nice, with plenty of mismatched furniture. Yet, it bore the image of home and comfort. Kristopher walked over to the refridgerator, hearing it hum. He opened it, and pulled out a plastic container of orange juice. Opening it, he started drinking heavily. Kristopher watched as everyone took a seat, the lights illuminating the dim apartment in the remainder of the fading light. Kristopher didn't turn on a light, for fear of attracting something that Kristopher didn't want in his apartment. Kristopher ignored the sounds coming from the other side of the walls, more innocent victims of the virus. Groans and moans abound, Kristopher put on a faltering smile, a habit from when he had worked for Umbrella. "Anyone want something to drink? I have booze, juice, water, and milk." His company looked around, and mumbled their replies. Kris responded, pulling various glasses down and filling them. He put them on an old silver tray, and brought it out to his living room table. Draco had taken a position at the window. He was watching for anything that might prove fatal to them all. "My suggestion is we stay here for tonight..." Draco said, after receiving his beer. "I agree." Tahlia responded. "We'll be a lot safer during the day." Payton snorted. "Not really, Tahlia. God only knows what's waiting in the Zoo for us." Payton shuddered, as did all of them. The thought of all the animals being undead monsters... Kristopher couldn't have been more in agreement...

Dunan moved to help Karyn, she was being attacked by two of the wolves at once. At once, he was back slapped into a tree. Looking up, he saw who had done it. "Dunan!" Karyn called. "That's Walker! He's every bit as fast as you!" Karyn went back fighting her opponents, Dunan returning his attention to this Walker person. A trickle of blood escaped his mouth, and he smiled, wiping it away. "Just as fast as me, huh?" He commented."Well. It's been awhile since I had a good fight." Walker stepped to him, his smile evident. "A challenge, you think? That's all I am to you?" "Why, should you be more?" Dunan removed himself from the tree, shrugging. "Sorry, But I'm just not into hairy guys." "Too bad. Shall we start getting down to buisness then?" Walker crouched, and ran at Dunan full force, merely a blur to human eyes. Dunan smiled. He jumped up and kicked off from the tree, rocketing at his opponent. He punched the wolf hard in the side of the head. Dunan skidded to a stop, and the wolf shook himself. "Quick enough to avoid a fatal blow, then? My, I guess you can be more than a challenge." Dunan commented. Dunan turned, facing his opponent once more. Dunan's eyes closed. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" The wind brought to him the smells of flowers and water, of wood and grass. Walker smiled once more. "Yes, I will agree." Dunan cocked his head, the wind fluttering past the two."Why do you side with Lox and Holden?" Dunan was curious, he wanted to know more about his opponent. This wolf had an obvious soft spot for beauty. The wolf shrugged. "Why should I tell you? You're about to die." Dunan retorted, but not in contempt. "I'm sorry, but I have no intention of dying. There's people I live now to protect, and a promise from long ago that I must keep." With this, the wolf's eyes glimmered with something, but only for a moment. Dunan had seen it, but said nothing. The wind blew once more, the two supernatural beings sizing one another up. Both were strong, both were fast. Both exuded auras of immense power. "You have asked a question of me, allow me the courtesy of the same." "Go ahead. Ask me anything you wish. Of course, that doesn't mean I'll answer." "Why do you side with the humans? You're a vampire, a monster like myself. We are both creatures of the night, devourers of flesh..." Dunan moved his hand, catching a flower petal in the wind. He gazed at it, his eyes clouded over, watching a memory inside his head. "An honest answer would be the memory of my younger sister." Dunan looked at his opponent, but said nothing more. "I see." The wolf crouched again. " It is a shame you must die." "I'm afraid it is you who must be the one to die." Dunan released the petal, allowing it to flutter away in the wind. "You yourself are much like how I was once. I too was consumed by vengeance. It is not to late to change your ways." "Fool! How dare you compare me to you!" The wolf attacked, moving far quicker than Dunan had anticipated he would. Dunan was knocked across the field, and he flipped onto his hands once he gained control of his momentum. The wolf attacked again, claws raised, barreling for Dunan. Dunan leaped into the air, flipping to land behind the wolf. He used his momentum to spin, raising his leg. In a complete clockwork spin, he made contact, sending Walker for a nosedive into the ground. Walker bounced, and came to a stop several feet away, dust and dirt billowing up all around him. Walker raised himself, shaking off wooziness. "Equally matched..." he snarled. Dunan could see the were-wolf for what it truly is, a beast of prey. Vampires, should they pushed far enough, were not so different. Dunan glanced over to Dawner, thinking of how strong he would become, should he choose to be with Dunan for the rest of eternity. Whether Dawner chose immortality or a long and happy life with Dunan until he died, Dunan would always protect him, no matter the cost to himself. The wolf attacked once more, sanding Dunan for a loop, Knocking him to the ground. Dunan rolled to dodge a crippling stomp aimed for his groin. He had only just managed to get to his feet when he was knocked away again like a toy. He stood, a short distance away from the wolf. Dunan's eyes began to glow faintly as he summoned up his vampiric powers, his attention once again on Walker. "You'll require more power than I thought." Dunan lifted his hand, and beckoned the wolf forward. Dunan's eyes glowed brighter, he was ready. Dunan allowed the wolf to barge forward, claws raised. Dunan listened to the steps, and raised his hands catching the wolf by surprise. Dunan held him off with sheer strength, Walker's muzzle inches from his face. Dunan held the wolf's clawed hands at bay, grimancing from the strain. Dunan may have been powerful, but he wasn't god. "This is your only chance to run away..." Dunan grunted out, still holding the wolf off. Dunan began to lower their arms, Walker's eyes were wide with anger and surprise. "I don't show mercy to many people..I suggest you take it..." "NEVER!" The beast roared. Dunan closed his eyes in pity, before opening them, his pupils slitted like a feline. "I'm sorry you feel that way." Dunan pushed the wolf away, and spun to deliver a kick to his chest. Dunan heard the sickening crack of ribs breaking, before the wolf was flung away by the sheer force. Dunan sighed, waiting for the wolf to get back up once more. It coughed as it rose up to its feet, thick red blood oozed from his mouth, mixed with saliva. "I will offer my mercy once more. I haven't even begun to fight, and you're already seriously injured." Dunan readied himself, bracing himself for another onslaught. "I will not give this opportunity again." The wolf glared at Dunan, teeth bared. "The likes of you show me mercy? A vampire? Don't make me laugh!" The wolf raised his clawed hands, and then launched him self at Dunan, arm raised to slice him in two. Dunan rocked backward, the claws grazing his abdomen. Dunan brought his legs down on Walker's arm, knocking him off balance. But, the wolf had anticipated this, and he swung his opposite arm into Dunan, peircing him with his claws just below Dunan's ribcage. Dunan smirked, as did Walker. Dunan's blood seeped forth, thick and black. Dunan grasped the wolf by the arm, and with a violent thrust, bent it back at the elbow. Delivering a punch with enough force to knock a human head from its torso, Dunan launched the wolf over near the gorge drop off. Dunan stretched, the wound he had closing slowly. He lowered his head, shrugging. "You know, a few centuries ago, that would have closed up almost instantly. I must be getting old." The wolf attacked once more, and Dunan jumped up, seizing his arm, as The wolf seized his leg. Dunan's foot was merely inches from Walker's toothy muzzle. Dunan pitched his body up,yanking his foot from Walker's grasp, Dunan spun with his hands, reaching for and grasping Walker's ears, using his momentum to back hand Walker across the face, while Walker reached for him, grasping his wrist. Dunan twisted, swinging his body back behind Walker, planting both of his knees into the wolf's back, causing the wolf to double back, mouth wide in pain. Dunan flipped backward, away from the wolf. Walker turned, And raced for Dunan once more. Dunan ducked low, and swung on his hands, bringing his feet up to plant them into the stomach of the wolf. Dunan succeeded, but Walker grasped both of his ankles milliseconds later, and swung him down into the ground. Dunan let out a cry as he slammed down, but used the chance to bend over his feet as he was raised into the air by Walker. Dunan spread apart his legs, thus bringing him close enough to Walker to injure him. Dunan raked across Walker face with his own claws, forcing Walker to release him, and Dunan used the chance to yank the wolf over him, the two rolled over, Dunan on his back. Dunan precariously placed his knees into the stomach of the wolf once more, launching Walker up just enough to roll out of the way. As he did so, Walker clawed Dunan from his belly button to his side. Dunan rose up in a spin, whirling to face Walker who was already up and at him, ready to run Dunan through. Dunan raised his own hands and brought them down on the topside of Walker's palm, raising himself up and over the skewering. Dunan placed his hands along Walker's shoulder, grasping his fur. He used it to pull himself up and over, again spinning to land a blow against the back of Walker's head as Dunan ricocheted into the ground, turning instantly to avoid Walker's own attack to again attempt to impale him. Walker pierced the ground next to Dunan's ear, with Dunan smiling widely. Dunan had his own clawed hand at Walker's throat. Walker too was smiling." Why don't you join us? I'm sure we can have our own kind of fun." Walker's tongue protruded from his mouth, and Dunan could feel the venomous sting of Walker's saliva as he licked his face. "Get your nasty tongue off me, dog breath!" Dunan brought his feet up, rocking back on his head, lifting his body up to kick Walker away from him. Landing on his hands, he brought his feet down just behind them. Rocking up, he lifted himself into the air, above a charging Walker. Dunan moved his body, but for once, was too slow. Walker slashed through his shoulder, sending Dunan into the ground. Dunan whipped out of the way of another stomp, bringing his body around in a round house kick, knocking Walker off balance with his foot. With his second foot, he sent Walker flying away, even closer to the gorge. Dunan rose, wiping his face. "God, that was nasty." He shuddered, but then became serious. Walker charged him again, and Dunan leaped backwards, bringing his hands up, sheilding himself from the punch Walker had for him. Skidding to the edge, he smirked. The wolf wasn't paying attention to where they were. Dunan braced himself, ready for another attack. Walker paused, gazing at Dunan ferverently. "I guess we are more alike than I care to admit." Walker crouched down. "You asked why I sided with Lox and Holden..." "Yes, I believe you never answered me, either." Walker growled, and positioned himself to attack. "How did you know I want revenge?" Dunan sighed. "You're not like the other wolves here... I'm brash, but not blind. As I said, vengeance consumes everything, even those who spin it. I realized that a long time ago. My question now, is if you intend to harm innocent people for it." "After what happened to me, no one is innocent." Dunan sighed deeply. "I'm sorry you feel that way." Dunan raised his hand once more, beckoning."Come, let's finish this."

Dunan drew in rasping breaths, and fell face forward into the dirt. He struggled to stand, the wolves encroaching on them. He felt like he couldn't breathe. His teeth were a mass of fangs as the hunger roared in his ears, his vision going dim, as his eyes glowed a dull red. His face contorted in pain, as Dawner turned to see him. Wide eyes, Dawner screamed. Forgetting where he was, Dawner began running to him, screaming out. "DUNAN!" The desperation in his voice echoes, the heart wrenching gutteral cry. "DUNAN! GET UP! DEAR GOD PLEASE GET UP!" Dunan's eyes shot open, as a wolf picked him up. The others wouldn't be able to make it in time... not even Dawner had a miracle worker spell to save him. "DUNAN! NO!" Dawner screamed, panicked and terrified. [I]Dawner....[/I] Dunan thought. An image of Dawner crying came to him.He was unable to bear the thought of making him cry. "Do you know any tricks, little doggie?" Dunan asked, his eyes glowing red. The wolf opened it mouth, ready to bite. Dunan gave an exhausted smile, full of malicious intent. "I guess not." Dunan raised his hand, his nails growing, becoming claws once more. "Let's teach you to play dead." He slashed across the beasts eyes, and the wolf threw him away into a tree. Dunan sunk to the ground, barely able to stand. His breathing was coming in short rasps. The wolf charged, blindly coming for him. Dunan side stepped, the wolf hurtling into the tree. A sickening CRACK and the wolf fell over, having caved in its skull. Dawner came rushing over, picking up Dunan and holding him. Dawner pulled off his ascot, revealing his neck. "Dunan, you need to drink." All of his strength spent, Dunan tried in vain to push Dawner away. "No..." "You've drank from me before... What's different now? I'm offering." Dunan gazed up at him, his eyes a faint red. "I... love you...That's what's.... different." "Dunan! Do it for me!" Dawner's eyes watered, and he lifted Dunan to his neck. "I can't lose you...Please drink, do it for me." Dunan opened his mouth, Dawner's scent was intoxicating, Dunan could feel the hot blood pulsing just underneath Dawner's flawless skin. Dunan's fangs sprouted, taking form. But he just barely resisted biting. "I... don't know... if I can... stop.." Dawner shoved him into his neck,Dunan's mouth against his skin. "I trust you." And Dunan was no longer able to resist. Opening his mouth wide, Dunan biting into his neck. Dawner's eyes opened wide with the prick of Dunan's fangs. Dunan began to drink. He gulped down the hot blood, feeling it course through him, bring his power and strength back. Dawner closed his eyes, leaning back. Dunan held him close, drinking. Dunan let go, and roared. Supercharged from the magics within Dawner's blood, He stood. Dunan aided Dawner in standing, a trickle of blood oozing down his neck, and from Dunan's mouth. "See? I knew you could stop..." Dawner breathed, and readied his wand once more. "I guess so." Dunan flexed his fingers. "Shall we, love?" "Lets." Dunan began to slash, and Dawner began to cast his spells. Dunan moved like some twisted ballet dancer of impending doom, dodging Dawner's blasts of fire and ice, Twirling and kicking the beast into the way of the spells. The others fought as well, slashing with their weapons and claws, dancing a dance of death. Soon enough, many wolves had met their fate. The group huddled together, all but Dunan out of breath. Anya was still within the town making sure the people were safe. They quickly decimated the remainder of the wolves. Dunan sighed. I'm so glad that's over." He looked over to Dawner, making sure he was alright. "Dawner?" "Dunan. I'm fine. Quit worrying. Unlike you, I don't get tired when I'm hungry." "Not yet, possibly." With this the others looked at the two of them, wondering just what Dunan had meant. Dunan held Dawner close, and wiped the blood from his neck. Holding it to his mouth, he licked it. "Mmmm... so tasty..." There was no smile, only a feeling being ashamed. "Well, I hope so." Dawner reached up and kissed him. "I told you to do it, please don't feel bad." "Fine fine." The group walked away from the scene of carnage. They knew that this wasn't the only batch, there had to be more. However, they would cross that bridge when it comes.

Dunan heard the howl, and Anya and Dawner both turned to the door. Dunan raced to the door, ripping off its hinges with a single punch. There were people rushing around the street. "EVERYONE INSIDE NOW!" Anya called to Dunan. "I'll handle getting them inside! You and Dawner get your asses in gear!" Anya pushed past him, and started getting people inside. "I'm crowd control! MOVE IT!!" Dunan picked up Dawner, and sprinted off torwards the howl. He could see a werewolf sprinting at them, but he could smell Karyn's scent. Dunan rushed past her with a nod of acknowledgment. He knew she was racing into town, on the orders of Dean. Karyn pointed off behind her, and Dunan could make out the dim figures of people fighting. Wolves, and a lot of them, were converging on Dean. Dunan was there in moments, and he let Dawner down. "Got an ice spell?" He asked. "We need a lot of ice to go shooting into the trees. Dawner nodded, and readied himself. "Just tell me when." "Dean!" He called. "Duck!" He jumped up into the trees as Dean hit the ground. "Now, Dawner!" Dawner waved his wand, and brought it down with a forceful SWISH! Icicles appeared above him, hundreds upon hundreds. With another wave of his wand, they shot into the trees, impaling the wolves several times over. They roared in frustration, having been slowed down, but not stopped. Dunan landed on one, ripping its head off with his clawed hands. He flipped off, throwing the decapitated carcas into several lumbering their way. Dean stood, his back to Dunan's, sword in hand. Dawner was preparing another spell, this time fire to burn away enemies. The wolves encroached, Dunan smiled, his claws raised. "So. Dean. Removed that stick from your ass?" "Did you?" he retorted, smiling. "Touche, Dean. Think we can handle this?" "There's a lot of them...and three of us." Dunan smiled maliciously. "My kind of odds. Shall we?" Dunan lowered himself, ready and waiting for the 'go' word. "After you!" Dunan leaped up, and onto his hands. A whirlwind double kick sent a wolf right at Dean. Dean slashed, the wolf's head coming off. Dawner let loose with a barrage of fire, Dunan grabbed Dean and shot up into the air, kicking off of a tree at another pair of wolves. Dean raised his sword, Dunan using his momentum to go into a spin.Dean slashed, Dunan following his example. They readied themselves for another onslaught. Backs against one another again, they saw three more wolves had been taken out, and two more howling in pain, their bodies ablaze. Dunan took a deep breath, his hunger was growing, becoming ever more debilitating. He was growing weaker by the minute. Together, the three fended off wolf after wolf, kicking, slashing, punching, gouging. Soon enough, once more, Dean and Dunan were back to back, breathing hard. Dunan was becoming weaker, and Dean and Dawner had both noticed. "Dunan... you're not as powerful as usual..." "Hungry vampires grow weaker.." He smirked, riding the tough guy attitude. He sunk to one knee, gasping for breath. His body was screaming for blood, or at least a moment to rest. However, the wolves were neither edible nor letting up. "Don't die on me yet, Dunan." Dean looked over at him, and he smirked. "I thought vampires were stronger than that." Dunan rose, his fangs bared. Dean's taunting spurred more energy forth. "No need to worry, fearless leader, I've got plenty more energy to deal with these vermin..." Dunan leaped back into action, Dean with a smile on his face as he followed suit. Dawner blasted off again, another icicle barrage shooting through the trees. The three fought on, ensnared in a deadly dance of destruction and blood.

[COLOR="Red"]The Zodiac Truths.... for Gays [/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]The Gay Aries: Follow your flame, Sanjay[/COLOR] I don't mean to call you simple, Aries. But yo mamma so stupid she thought she needed a token to get on the Soul Train. Oh, there we go. It's so fun to watch that vein pop out of your neck. Ewww, there it is. Not so hot. Calm down, Aries, I don't even know your mother... although I hear she's averaging a 1.7 on hotornot.com. See, there you go again. I kid because it's fun, though I must say you make it way too easy. O to be an innocent Aries. Born under the first house, you are but an infant beginning your twelve journeys through life. Like an infant, your needs are pretty basic and you have a simple way of articulating them: screaming at the top of your lungs. You do it if you've skipped your lunch or had to work through your nap; when you've discovered that your paunch has ballooned from a 36" to 38"; when your favorite contestant gets kicked off Project Runway; at the grocery store when the guavas aren't looking too fresh. People who wish they could have remained innocent babes forever have clearly never seen you loose it in the produce aisle of your local food co-op. Some psychiatrists would call this behavior assertive and applaud your ability to let it all out. I would argue that it's great when you can let the world know how you feel, but how about exercising a little self control? Who knows. Maybe your brash demeanor is just the thing to get you ahead in this age of MeMeMe. And besides, when you're in the mood to please, you can win friends and influence people with the best of them. People like you because what they see is what they get. As much as I would like to tell you that your eyes contain deep reserves of mystery and solitude, I'd be lying. When you're in the mood to socialize, you'll embrace your friends with smiles and hugs. When all is not going your way, any friendly inquiries will be returned with snorts and glares. But in between vitriolic flares of temper, you're a devoted friend and passionate lover. You like to make big, showy displays of affection when they're least expected. You'll break a leg organizing a surprise party for your friend, making sure it's absolutely perfect down to the flavor of cake. In return, you'll expect to be told what a fabulous person you are; and god help the person who points out that you forgot his birthday the last three years in a row. Not that you would ever let on that a cutting remark hurts you. Even if I said you had all the beauty of Bea Author, it would only take you being distracted by a shiny pair of Manolo Blahnik's to forget it. If you're going to stick with your convictions, then this oblivion is probably a good thing. Who needs to pay any attention to what the Simon Cowells of the world have to say? Follow your flame, Sanjaya. Anyway, you dish it out the way you take it. If you are in the presence of a quadriplegic you'd make a Superman joke. If you meet a priest, you might just talk about how the orders growing so thin, alter boys have to grope themselves these days. Gauche! If I were you, I'd keep some tactful friends around who know when to give you a good, discreet kick in the shin. Not that you'll be able to hide your pain. You're as afraid of physical discomfort as you are eager to start a fight. You big baby. As foolhardy as you are, Aries, the world of cause and effect is mysterious to you. There's a good chance you're not raking in the cash, but that's not because you don't have the skills. But if getting ahead in the world requires that you light your boss's cigar, then you won't be moving up to the east side any time soon. You would do well to respect the elders who truly deserve your veneration. But you're nobody's yes man. When it comes to getting things done, you're more like Mao than the Dhali Lama. I once heard it said that there will always be a person willing to take charge in a time of crisis; most frequently, this person is crazy. As long as everybody you know swears an oath of unending fealty to you, you'll happily lead the way through the danger with plenty of bravado and not even a single shred of common sense. If discretion is the better part of valor, then you're crazier than you are brave. But it can't be denied that it was gays like you who donned their chaps like men and conquered the west. And where would we be without Las Vegas and Rodeo Drive? Leave it to a an Aries to make a show of playing king: you're the true leader of the zodiac. Leaders need to be optimistic, and you've got that spilling out of you like a megalomaniac superstar. People follow you because you have this innocent idea that justice can and will be served. Nancy Grace, anyone? [COLOR="Red"]The Gay Taurus: For a raging bull, you're kind of a princess.[/COLOR] They say the Taurus acts a little like a bull sometimes. Looks a little like a bull to, come to think of it. Is that you? In the corner, pawing at the ground and flaring your nostrils? You might get hot and bothered, but usually you're going to stay right where you are until you have some clear reason to make your move. You keep your manly physique and smoldering eyes out of play, waiting for the kill to come to you... and that's incredibly sexy. Who isn't attracted to the strong, silent type? But that's just outwardly. You're the goods through and through, from your ability to accumulate wealth to your legendary... shall we say, personal skills. You don't let the little stuff grab you by the horns and yank you around, but you're also not charging at every red scarf waved in your general direction. It's a common misconception about the bull that he has a nasty temper. Actually, it's something more akin to righteous anger. With you, there's no such thing as merely airing a grievance. You'll keep quiet and build a federal case. It might take days, weeks or months, but when you've compiled the evidence, out comes the S.W.A.T. team. Outbursts like these will be not be remembered merely as disputes. They will be compared to acts of god. That very nasty, very public breakup that got going because your ex was flirting/nagging/doing that annoying thing with his lip? It may have been the last straw. That thing that he does with his lip might be very, very annoying, the kind of thing that wears on one's soul after repeated exposure. I understand. But was the California Pizza Kitchen in the mall really the appropriate place to end it? Yeah, they'll be commemorating that one with a candlelit vigil. If you happen to be passing through that day on your way to the Smoothie Hut, you'd do best to keep your mouth shut and leave a generous donation for the victim. It's good karma. Not that you really need any. You seem to have an uncanny ability to accumulate the fun stuff: money and power. You might take it for granted, but trust me, this doesn't come easy to any old sign. Just ask your local starving Pisces. Different signs like money for different reasons. Your reason happens to be that you like money. It's that simple really. It's the Millionaire Mindset. Money just wants to be loved. Treat it right, and it will love you back. You know that the relationship between a man and his well-diversified stock portfolio can go deeper than... well, you know. Don't get me wrong. You're definitely not going to gamble everything on a stock tip you heard from a guy who was trying to chat you up at a cocktail party, who heard it from his ex-boyfriend's bosses roommate, who swore that Exubera was going to take the world by storm. No, that's not your bag at all. You're a blue chip mutual fund man, and proud of it. Here's how I think of it: with a dieting metaphor. Bear with me. If you crash diet, do the Beyonce Master Cleanse thing, or the cabbage soup thing... heck, even Atkins, you're guaranteed to loose at least eighty-three pounds in less than seventy-two hours, right? But what's the good if you can't keep it off? They say that weight loss works best when you lose one to two pounds a week. That might be a time investment, but you'll make it if it means that the payoff is being svelte for life. It's the same for everything you value in life. If it's worth getting, it's worth getting right. I've read that Taurans are traditionally farmers, salt of the earth and all that, but I don't buy it for a second. In this modern world of ours, you're comfortable playing power games in the board room, or building your reputation as a freelance graphic artist... the career world is your oyster. Just stay away from sales. The slick talk isn't what you're known for and the insecurity of the job will make you nuts. And we all know where that leads. So yeah, what I'm trying to say is that you're kind of a stick-in-the-mud sometimes, at your worst even a kurmudgen, cantankerous, obstinate, pig-headed... and my thesaurus is just getting warmed up! Please don't remind me that slow and steady wins the race, buddy. I've heard it all before. But you're not fooling anybody. You like to unwind with the best of them. In fact, be careful. All that dieting you've been doing? It's important to eat, drink and be merry occasionally, but unless you want to be known for your soft underbelly, I'd watch it if I were you. That said, if you know how to make it, you also know how to spend it: on pretty faces and expensive booze. Oh, and things that smell good. Preferably a bedroom buddy who wears expensive cologne (a drug-store knock-off is reason enough to send him packing), but baring that you'll settle for some nice aromatherapy candles. Five hundred thread count sheets, Italian leather couches, and we won't even get into how picky you are about what you wear. Hey, you know what? For being a raging bull, you're kind of a princess. [COLOR="Red"]The Gay Gemini: Best friend, Adderall.[/COLOR] Make up your mind Gemini! Who's team are you on, anyway? Duality is an important part of nature, but they say people ruled by the twins like to double their pleasure and their fun. Kinky? You bet. Mercury, ruler of Gemini, was the pretty calling card of the gods, the messenger who moved like lightening and dripped honey when he spoke. He also had a physique as chiseled as the statues they made in his image-- all that running up and down Mt. Olympus is good for the thighs. What more could you want, Gemini? You have it all: brains, bod and the busiest tongue on the zodiac. Sometimes you even get around to talking. I jest. Verbal skills happen to be your particular strength. You're the best dinner conversation of the zodiac. Ideally, you could spend a lifetime dining with friends on the terrace of a Rive Gauche cafe, exchanging bon mots and watching the boys strut by. You thrive on conversation as witty and intelligent as you are, especially when they are paired with tapas and crisp rose. Why get stuck with an entree if you could sample an entire menu? This simple polemic could be applied to just about every area of your existence. As an undergraduate, I'd be willing to bet you triple majored in Japanese culture, physics and botany. Typical. Worst case scenario is that you didn't make up your mind at all, you naughty little Gemini. It's great that you have so many interests, but a series of passing interests does not a career man make. At least if you have to go back to college at age thirty-five, you'll look great. Your sharp mind somehow keeps you looking fresh and agile; even if you've chased the party like it was your job, you can expect to look a lot more like Kate Moss that Kieth Richards after you've left rehab. It's hardly even fair. Find a job where you can use your excellent interpersonal skills, and you'll be communicating all the way to the bank. The possibilities are endless, as long as you choose a line of work that rewards you for hopping around all day like a five year old waiting for the potty. It's not that you can't concentrate. It's just there are so many pressing thing in life that require your attention, and you hate to let any one thing slip. Did you leave the iron on? Choose the right tie? Paper or plastic? Ma'am or Sir? Lifestyles or Trojans? Luckily, you have a uncanny knack for balancing all pressing issues somewhere in the slippery realm of your immediate attention. Why have just one big problem when you could solve twenty little problems in under twenty minutes, and still have time to file your nails? At your best, you master your massive attention deficit and use your curiosity to find unique solutions to just about any problem. At your worst, you're full of hot air. Take relationships, for instance. You are so notoriously fickle when it comes to love that I bet you don't even mind that gays can't marry. In fact, I would be saddened but not shocked to find that you were giving money to the Family Values Council under an assumed name. Well, it looks like you'll be able to avoid that awkwardness for a little while longer; just stay out of Massachusetts. There's nothing you dread more than the prospect of waking up next to your lover of the week for the rest of your life. It's not that you are incapable of love, far from it. But you have a crush to match each of your split personalities. How to choose just one? Walking down the street, it's impossible not to notice a stunning pair of eyes over here and a sensual mouth over there. You put them together like some men put together fantasy football teams. As for landing the catch to end all catches, good luck with all that. Even if you did, you'd probably just change your mind the next day. Maybe his look isn't right for the season. If people were clothes, you'd be getting all of yours at H&M, knowing full well they'll be passe by the time the next fashion week rolls around. Besides, if you settled down, you might not have a reason to flirt anymore; and flirting is what you do best. To trot out a tired cliche: Variety is the spice of life. To quote a Joni Mitchell lyric: Everything comes and goes, marked by lovers and styles of clothes. Not that you spend too much time reminiscing. If you're moping around your apartment thinking of the snows of yesteryear, it's because the invitation you were hoping for didn't arrive and you're in the mood for self-pity. Knock it off, Gemini. Maybe if you tried thinking with your heart every once in a while, instead of that logical head of yours, you wouldn't be prone to these fits of melancholy. If you keep blowing people off when they're done being useful, you might just find yourself in-between friends when you need them most. I hate to tell you this, but where you might admire your own quick mind and insatiable curiosity, some people would say that your inability to make a commitment makes you an empty, superficial person. I guess it's all in how you choose to see it. So maybe you should choose to show some appreciation for the people who mean the most. [COLOR="Red"]The Gay Cancer: You have a license to mother.[/COLOR] Crabby? You? Only in the morning. Before lunch. All day Tuesday and most of Sunday. Leap years. At high altitudes and low barometric pressures. Oh, just admit it, Cancer. You're a moody one. You are ruled by the moon after all, and we know what that means: it's always your time of the month. I'd try to cheer you up, but you have the most annoying habit of twisting a compliment into a death sentence. It's one thing to be creative, but however did you get "You look tired" from "You look lovely in pink"? Impossible is what you are! Given the right state of mind, every innocent comment can be a back-handed cutter waiting to be discovered. We love you for your sensitivity. But there are times when we just can't stand your sensitivity. If you're a smart little crab, you'll surround yourself with people you love and trust. It's no guarantee that you won't have your sad days, fat days and Boy George in rehab days, but without a solid home base you'd be miserable. I don't mean to gnaw on an empty crab shell, Cancer, but you'd better watch it. You're getting a rep. What's that in the corner, wallowing in a pool of snot and self-pity? Oh, just the Piteous Cancerous. You'll find them in the restaurant restrooms, department store dressing rooms, blandly decorated living rooms and garish art-deco rumpus rooms... bad home decoration offends the Cancer's sensibilities. Between sobs, you'll sit the offender down and flip on HGTV or TLC as though you are leading some kind of intervention. If Hildi happens to be terrorizing some poor suburban family on "Trading Spaces," you'll quickly change the channel. And don't pretend you don't know Hildi. You know Hildi. You've been riding the cable television home-improvement craze since it's nascence. And the food network. Especially the food network. Home just isn't home unless the scent of pot roast and strudel knocks your guests over the head from the moment they step across your kitchy straw welcome-mat. You have a license to mother. And people let you, because you do it with a zeal that borders on obsessive compulsive disorder. You embody an army of Italian/Polish/Mexican/Armenian Grandmothers who insist that even the Type II Diabetics among us must be starving. It's hard to resist that kind of charm for long. That, and everybody is afraid of making you cry. And did I mention you make pie? Damn good pie, in fact. Please don't shoot the messenger: you're the ultimate girly-man. I guess in your line of work (being gay, that is) it's not a bad thing. Whenever the boys stop by for a visit you've got the coffee and the gossip brewing, always ready to employ the most cunning pie-diplomacy where ever it might be needed. Sadly, it is not useful enough in this carb-conscious age of ours. Still there's plenty to keep you busy: shuttling your mother to the hairdresser, picking up your sweetie's dry cleaning, fertilizing your herb garden, vacuuming under the sofas and bedazzling your niece's jumpsuits. Bedazzling? Where do you find the time? It seems that all the home arts are your especial domain. You can't wait to get your M.R.S., if only so you can push your partner out of the way when it comes time cultivate a pack of Lhasa Apsos or Homo Erectus-es. Not that your partner will be going anywhere. He'll be so fat by the time you're through with him, he couldn't turn the head of a stripper at Gold Coast. You like your romance like you like your meals: rich and leisurely. You're a sentimental sap, that's all. What's the use in trying not to fall? None, my dear. You fall in love and stay there. Security is the name of the game. You want it at any cost. Too bad it can't be outright purchased, though it doesn't mean you won't try. You'll stop at a boutique window and admire the new seersucker trousers they're showing this spring, and then lament that you're too poor to indulge. Too poor to indulge from your clothing budget, that is. As opposed to your travel fund, hope chest, unborn grandchildren college trust and Swiss bank account. You're not stingy, hardly. You're very generous with your friends and family. But money buys drapes and Ghirardelli chocolate, the things that make you happiest; therefore, one can never have enough. Sometimes, this desire to be prepared for a rainy day can manifest itself in an unfortunate tendency to accumulate clutter. I could evoke the happily discarded clothing styles from a bygone age, but I think one word sums it up: Rave. I went there. Don't you think putting old clothing out of it's misery is the humanitarian thing to do? I suggest watching "Mission: Organization". Check HGTV for times. [COLOR="Red"] The Gay Leo: Who wouldn't want to be you?[/COLOR] King of the Jungle? Understatement. Louis XIV built Versailles so that the sun would progress with him from morning into night. Mistresses, lords, jesters, manicurists, haberdashers, horseman, chefs, and hangers-on orbited him like asteroids and applauded his every utterance. That's more like it. Sometimes it gets stressful, having so much delegating to do, but the perks are fabulous. It's never lonely on top. The glamour, the booze and, lest we forget, the boys, will have the rank and file in awe. You know how it works, this social thing. It's not rocket science, really. Give 'em a good time. Make 'em feel like they're with you on the top of the food chain, and they shall come. There's really nothing you can do about it. Kings need attention like Brittney Spears needs the paparazzi. All this lavish entertainment is going to take money, of course. Good thing you like to lead in business as well as pleasure. You've got a hankering for the corner office, if only because it gets good light and will allow you to show off your vintage modernist furniture to its best advantage. Call it expensive, call it snotty, but under no circumstances call it Ikea. You know the best; that's why you're such a good boss. You can motivate a team with your compliments and encouragement. And you're totally comfortable as the bold entrepreneur, the one who gets a brilliant flash of inspiration and then calls the admins into his office to say "I'll need the details worked out by Monday." You're more of a vision guy than a corporate cog, though you work pretty hard at it. I'd remind you to stick to a strict regimen of beauty-sleep, facials and massages, but you don't need too much encouragment. You're taste for the finer things in life is probably going to command a lot of your money and time... How do I put this? I know the words "label whore" sound harsh, but brace yourself: label whore. Yes, you. Whatever, you love it. How else would they recognize your majesty, now that capes and scepters have gone out of style? Royalty needs to look the part. Besides, you only like the big names because they make the best rags. It's not the label you're after so much as a guarantee that the fabric and cut are going to be just right. In this era of the tailored suit, that's not a bad idea. Lesser mortals may ask who died and made you Hillary Clinton. And if they do, please avoid sulking. It's so unattractive. In fact, you might want to take the drastic step of thinking about why a body would say such a thing. Think back. Last time you were out, did you feel the need to lecture about your one pet peeve in this world, men with over-shaped eyebrows? Or your other one pet peeve, the men who love them? Maybe it's the Log Cabin Republicans who really get your goat. Maybe your lecture is directed at a friend who foolishly called his bar crush the very next day. I know, I know, but show some restraint. As the Kristal flows, so does your stream of eloquence. You lecture because you love. You lecture because you yourself know better. And when you've finished, hopefully you'll still have some friends left. Since you're going to pick up the tab, it's entirely likely. But watch it, Leo. Even if you are right, and I concede that you frequently are, nobody likes a know-it-all. Show a little humility, and for heaven's sake, give your friends some credit for being the gorgeous, intelligent, creative people they are. After all, you don't hang out with just anybody. These people are special to you for a reason. Different people show love in different ways. You know, strokes, folks, and all of that. For you, love and gifts go hand and hand: the expensive bag, the helpful business contact, the lavish compliment. You love to do it and they love to receive it. Just make sure that you're not trading stuff for affection. Learn to take a little criticism from the people who love you. Since you're not exactly what some folks would call approachable, you'll know they're speaking up because they care. Do you really want a pack of yes-men following your around, flattering you and doing whatever you ask? Don't answer that. [COLOR="Red"]The Gay Virgo: A man-goddess of course.[/COLOR] Virgo, virginal? Hardly, sister. Don't sweat it... If anybody calls you a prude, they're just jealous because your sweet, svelte, impeccably groomed self is the kind of perfection generally limited to the covers of Men's Fitness. Though that said, you do have the special claim of being the one and only female sign of the zodiac (that's right, even the goats are men), so you radiate a special kind of energy that has been worshipped since the beginning of human civilization. What does that make you? Why, a man-goddess of course. Try not to blush, modest Virgo. Everybody knows it's the girls who get things done in this world. At home or in the office, you get the important jobs because you have a proven ability to carry the day on a timetable and a budget. It's about detail orientation. You understand the the importance of the small things, be they typos or a questionable shoe-belt combination. This can get you into trouble if you go to a friend's house for dinner and end up giving his apartment the white glove treatment. It's not that you judge the slobs that surround you-- well, you do, a little. You can't help it! Tell your friends to blame it on the stars and be grateful that they have somebody around who cares enough to wipe the snot off their noses and make sure their ear hair doesn't get too unsightly. When it comes to voyeurism, you reject the flashier elements of gaydom. You won't be the queen leading the parade in a pink feather head dress and sequined thong, but maybe you're the thoughtful character who ran around with a clipboard putting the whole outfit together. Where would the family be without you? Some would call you reserved because you don't participate in the more demeaning rituals of human bonding, but you're hardly aloof. Ruled by Mercury, Virgos understand the importance of communication. It's not the gift of gab we're talking about. It's the transmission of information that concerns you most. You're one of the smarter signs on the zodiac and luckily you have the verbal skills to let everybody know what you're thinker's been thunking up. You're sharp and witty and usually you use these powers for good, to help out those you care for and make sure they understand the importance of having their feet planted firmly on the ground. When it comes to doling out advice, you are the change you wish to see in the world. As for health, you understand the body-as-temple thing better than any other sign. That perfect complexion and god-like physique won't take care of themselves-- gotta protect the goods! This serves you well in our all too superficial world. But you like to keep things running smoothly on the inside and out. You know that looking good is about having that inner-sexy that comes from being healthy and centered. You might spend a lot of recreation time on the field, playing some team sport (mandatory boys-in-jersey joke here), but if nothing else you do justice to the money you plunked down for that lifetime gym membership. Virgos also understand that performance is based on how the machine is fueled. You take your vitamins, just like mom told you to, and splurge for organic whenever it's available. Gosh you're handy! Even if teaching isn't your profession, people are as naturally inclined to learn from your healthy, efficient ways as you are to listen to their problems. That, and you have a great sense of humor. But be careful-- Virgo's downfall is helping others so much that he wears himself down. Remember that service to others starts with a strong sense of self. [COLOR="Red"] The Gay Libra: Who wouldn't want to be you?[/COLOR] Charming, my dear. Yes you. Don't try to deny it, because I know you've looked in a mirror recently. The dimples, the full pouting lips, and let's not underestimate the power of your nicely rounded posterior. It's a full length mirror you have, of course. Call it self-restraint if you have only one. Your face and conversation are the delight of the zodiac; you are ruled by the goddess, Venus. How very popular you must be. You've got a million dollar smile and a laugh that will reduce your prey to a puddle of blushes. Who wouldn't want to be you? It does get difficult, though, to sort though the myriad of evites that practically spam your inbox. Sorting them all out can require some time and strategic thinking, not to mention some good 'ol fashioned hard headed decision making... Ah! There's the rub. Being situated as you are in the sixth house of the zodiac, Librans teeter at the place where self-hood and society meet: hence, the scales. You prize balance and harmony above all else; nice work if you can get it. Some people think it comes naturally. Of course we know that being so calm all the time takes work. It's important to remember that scales, like your feelings, tip back and forth. Nobody can get as annoyed as you at a messy drama queen, but nobody can be so charming about it. You know what do do when she's finished with her rant. You'll put on your most demure Patty Duke and tell her that smiling saves money on bot-ox down the line. You fight like a... You'd rather not, and please don't make the joke about the broken nail. Haha. But why get all mussed over what could easily be resolved the way God intended: while sipping a doppio macchaito. Think more Gilmore Girls, less Sopranos. You love to facilitate an insightful debate, just for the educational experience of it. Your ability to deliberate proves you're more than a pretty face. But it can be pretty annoying to your friends, all the time it takes you to get to any kind of conclusion. There's nothing wrong with that. But be careful if the girls start casting each other knowing looks the next time you've had another change of opinion. They were just saying the other day that you can seem a little insincere sometimes. Don't shoot the messenger. I'm telling you because I don't want you to get hurt. It's not as though something like that would keep you from getting out. You're not the type who can stay up all night with the help of a red bull or two, but that doesn't stop you from being a very social butterfly. If you didn't socialize, then how could people pay you compliments? Friends make everything better. You work out in a pack, get coffee in with a cadre, and party in a throng. You can work hard/play hard for a while, but when you've decided you're finished you plop down on the duvet and get out the sleeping mask. You demand to be taken care of. And not just by your friends. You need coupling in the love department especially. Try not to be the boy who always needs a man; if he's not right, you'll wear yourself out trying to make him happy and that's not good for anybody. Crying makes the eyes puffy. [COLOR="Red"]The Gay Scorpio: Whatever You Can Hold Between Your Pincers.[/COLOR] When they were passing out power, Scorpio, you didn?t have to butt in line-the other signs scurried out of your way, intimidated and intrigued by your pronounced stinger. A born man-trap, you irradiate energy like a live electrical wire, stunning all who cross your path. Not that you don?t have a softer side for those lucky enough to be permitted to see it. As a Water sign, your inner world is often a turbulent whirlpool of emotions frothing just beneath the surface. Your fixed quality keeps it well under wraps, though, and only those closest to you ever glimpse so much as a ***** in your armor. Others find you fascinating, but you often feel the need to stay aloof, not because you enjoy solitude, but because your standards are high. Dark places are your playground, and you enjoy being the shocking surprise in the corner. Those who do get invited into your lair will find a your place a neatly organized headquarters for your quest of world domination-woe to the guest who unwittingly rearranges your DVD collection or replaces a hand-towel on the wrong bar. Scorpios are known to have a streak of the freak: neat-freak, control-freak, and downright freak-y in the dungeon. You?ll often resist change, but transformation is frequently quite good for you. Scorpios thrive on new challenges and settings, despite an affinity for known routines and surroundings. Similarly, despite your fiery libido and the welcome you receive in many beds, your sense of stability craves a lover worthy of your loyalty. A master strategist, you are all about cutting the lag time between desire and fulfillment. Your prey barely has time to struggle before being devoured. Once you?ve made him yours, you aren?t one to take straying lightly?you keep a secret cabinet full of exotic devices to punish cheating hearts and their other parts. Jealousy is too petty a word. What you feel when your territory is invaded is nothing less than rage at the affront. After all, you are no one to be trifled with. Your ruling planets are Mars and Pluto, two of the manliest Greek gods and also the most dangerous. Despite your fierceness and love of battle, Scorpio, you have deep pockets of compassion and often aim your weapon at the forces of injustice on behalf of the helpless. A warrior in the boardroom as in the bedroom, it?s a rare Scorpio who finds success to be elusive. Once you fixate on the object of your obsession, no wise creature interferes with your plans, and you generally rise to whatever heights your fancy drives you to. A penchant for healing and stoic endurance has a brought a great number of you to the medical field and caretaking positions. Your refined, classic tastes are evident in your style and abode. Conservative with expenditures (some would say tight with the checkbook), you enjoy the finer things in life, and rarely cheat yourself when it comes to clothing or décor. Money is power, so you like to keep a tidy bundle of it around, but you?ll pick up the tab and dinner and even fight for the right. Your tongue is often too sharp for the unwary, and Scorpios are possessed with a biting wit that often injures unintentionally. This creates some distance between you and those who feel it might be safer to worship you from afar. You laugh at pain, so are likelier than other signs to be pierced and sport elaborate murals of ink on your skin. You also have a reputation for kinkiness and for being a tasteful yet harsh dominant?your urge is not to punish so much as to control. A bevy of willing slaves will turn up for your tender whip, but you have particular tastes, and only the most intriguing victims are chosen for a night of dark delights. Like all Scorpios, you are deeply individualistic, prizing your uniqueness and fend off any outside attempts to redefine your identity. The crowd follows you, not the other way around. All this attention gets to you sometimes, as you treasure your privacy, so it?s not at all unknown for Scorpios to lead a double life. You sometimes like to slip away to a lightly populated white-sand beach (preferably clothing optional) to be alone with your thoughts or your current lucky conquest. Bathed in moonlight and just barely out of sight is the mood that gets you worked up; Scorpio is the quintessential creature of the night. [COLOR="Red"] The Gay Sagittarius: You?re all stallion baby.[/COLOR] Slow down Sagittarius. What?s got you all fired up? You walk into the bar and Saturday Night Fever pops out of the juke box as you make the rounds. Everybody gets a European-style greeting, kiss kiss kiss (on the cheek, silly) from bouncer to bartender and everyone in between. You?ll have ?em eating out of the palm of your hand with your latest anecdote, exaggerating all pertinent details by a factor of 2.5 and punctuating your story with hand motions that should be studied by the cast of Fame. You?re innately confident. And why shouldn?t you be? Sagittarius is the centaur. From the waist up you exude the quick, sexy intelligence of, say, a Matt Damon. Below, you?re all stallion baby. The centaur rarely trips, but that?s not to say that you don?t make your share of faux pas. You?ll rattle a friend with an offhand remark about his pleated khakis (?I?m surprised; those look ok on you!?) If you stop to notice the crestfallen look on his face (which you won?t) you?ll come right back and say something about how usually only the tall and the slim can pull that look off gracefully, and remind your friend that the pendulum is swinging away from the whole flat front craze anyway. What?s old is new again, right? Eventually. And who could be offended? If you?ve indulged in a bit too much of foot au gratin, well, you?re just guilty of being you; which isn?t a crime, but maybe it should be. You call it like you see it because you don?t believe in hiding behind politesse, preferring to get straight to the heart of the issue. Your sign is the archer, after all. And people tend to forgive you because who likes a stuffy prude anyway? It helps that you?re generous to a fault, especially with hard cases and cute animals. You could never stand to see a teacup poodle peering out of knock-off handbag, or a friend in need of a night on the town. And that?s just in your spare time. Sagittarians are the philosopher queens of the zodiac. Not so dreamy as the Pisces of the world, and not as flighty as a Gemini when it comes to doing the research, Sagittarians strike a nice balance between thought and action. You love the ideas but know that nothing exists in a vacuum. You get a lot of energy from engaging with the world and all its fascinating people. That?s where your lack of tact comes in great handy. Sagittarius is both opinionated and open to change at the same time. You?re not afraid to ask the stupid or insensitive questions if it means getting the information you need, and you?re not afraid to let your conversation partner know exactly where you stand on an issue. You know that it?s the only way to make progress, and heaven help the curmudgeon who stands in the way. The times are gonna change, and those who ride the tide will have the most fun. You love people, but anybody who tries to hold you back from this simple philosophy invites a world of pain. Independence is your oxygen. You love travel, and for fun you?d be down to try any of those rugged-outdoorsy kinds of activities that involve scaling mountains followed by a refreshing five kilometer swim. Good luck with all that, Sagittarius. Just be careful. You are blessed to be one of the luckier signs on the zodiac, but be sure that your drive for exploration doesn?t take you into a situation you can?t get out of. Indulging in too much of anything is bad for the waistline and the pocketbook. Keep some stability in your life and you?ll be pushing boundaries for a long time to come. [COLOR="Red"] The Gay Capricorn: You big old mama's boy.[/COLOR] Lighten up, Capricorn. There's nothing wrong with you, exactly. Well, let's take a look in your closet. Exactly what I thought: a sea of chinos. Olives, khaki, drab. I'm crossing my fingers that they're flat-front. And... Oh my God. Tell me that suit isn't Brooks Brothers. Please. Alright. This is nothing professionals can't handle. You're the reason there needs to be a show called Queer Eye for the Queer Guy. Sometimes I wonder if the community shouldn't be focusing on it's own before it runs out to do... ahem, missionary work. Even so, it would take more than the Fab Five to make a Prince Harry from your Drew Carey. I'm thinking you need the stern hand of a learned but subtly sexy Henry Higgins, working over your image with charts, graphs and, of course, plenty of nice hot baths. Goats are such filthy, stubborn creatures. And there's definitely nothing wrong with that. Anyway, better a Gap ad than a D&G billboard. Some boys are just trying too hard. But have you thought about mixing it up lately? A few vintage finds can give your wardrobe some character. It doesn't have to be like like 1973 threw-up on you; like a t-shirt for some plumbing company? True, it may have been worn by an actual plumber, that is a little bit gross. What about a funky hat? Of course, you never were much of a hat person. OK, an over-sized belt buckle, you know, a little bit rodeo? Horses frighten you, I see. I give up. Hemp shoelaces? Does this conversation seem at all familiar? I feel for your friends. Routine is acceptable six out of the seven days of the week, but what happens when Saturday night rolls around? I hope you make some effort to get out there and mix. You'll go to the bar, if for no other reason than because it's expected of you, but your spots tend to be more about the piano than the bootie tech. You dance far less than surgeon general recommends and if you remember it in the morning chances are you'll also have a splitting headache. Take some aspirin and get over yourself. I've spent a lot of time ragging on you, haven't I? I insult because I love. And because it's good for you. Look at it this way: in a lot of ways, you of all the zodiac's lusty menagerie has reason to be happy. You avoid every pitfall that causes misery in this world. The good news is that greed, lust, anger and jealousy roll off you as though you were made of Teflon. The bad news is that greed, lust anger and jealousy roll off of you like Teflon. When other's loose themselves in ill-fated love and impossible dreams, you keep your eyes on the prize, buckle down and keep going. You respect your elders. Called your mom recently? Of course you have, you big old mama's boy. And that's a great thing, it's important to keep those family ties strong. How about life at the office: completed any important projects? You don't have any problem putting in all the extra hours you need to get the job done. Other signs might rely on their quick wit or sharp intellect to make up for a poor work ethic, you understand the importance of good old elbow grease. And that's the kind of effort you can take to the bank. Time after time. Look, I don't want to drive the point in too much but I'm going to share an anecdote that I hope will enlighten and entertain. It's for your own good. I had a friend who took classes that involved a lot of math she didn't understand. She'd come home and complain about the impossibility of the charts and graphs and formulas she was supposed to learn. "How do you get through?" I finally asked one day. "I look for the Goat," she said with a grin. "He's the guy sitting in the back of the class, not talking to anybody. He studies for each class two hours every night and does all the homework." And of course, was so happy to have a girl acknowledging his existence that he would agree to meet for coffee to "share notes," aka, patiently tutoring my friend in exchange for some harmless flirtation. She saw this as a productive exchange of commodities. I tend to shake my head when I hear of such arrangements. If a girl wants to flutter her eyelashes and charm her way into a better grade, that's none of my concern. But I'm against taking advantage of the goats. Clearly you can avoid that pitfall: we all know that falling for a girl isn't your style... Oh, should I not have said that? You are out, yes? I'm sorry, but of all the signs of the zodiac, I feel compelled to make sure. Capricorns tend to make it through life by conforming, though in a best case scenario their It's cool if you need to take your time, but if I happen to visit my local evangelical church and see your name on the roster of sexual re-orientation I may be forced to strap you into an armchair, prop your eyelids open with toothpicks bust out the Queer as Folk DVDs. I'm sorry. It hurts me more than it hurts you. Well, not really. [COLOR="Red"]The Gay Aquarius: A Smooth Jazz Nightmare.[/COLOR] When it comes to Aquarian relatioships, the good news is that you might just be the friendliest sign on the zodiac. The bad news is that you might just be the friendliest sign of the zodiac. You'll strike up a conversation and weasel a phone number out of any hottie, anywhere: cute baristas, receptionists and chance acquaintances of all homotypes are prey to your smooth talking skills. When you take out a date, you show him a fantastic time if he's up for cocktails, dinner, bar, club and after hours. And if he's ready for your innumerable stop and chats along the way. Watch your date's reaction: is he loving how popular you are or checking his watch with the intense look of a man about to flee? Some people might think it a bit rude to spread the love around like you do, but can you help being so damn charming? Aquarius can't afford to take a jealous lover if he ever wants to go to the bathroom alone again. It might be a nice gesture to ease his anxiety with a little PDA, even if it hurts a little. It's not that you're cold: when you're with somebody you like, he'll be the most fascinating creature you've met in months, except for every other crush you've taken out that weekend. You'll impress him with your stamina, but you're uncomfortable with those moments that can make a real connection. You need to buck up and accept that if you want in his pants, you might just have to suffer through a dinner at his house followed by a private screening of [insert gay movie here]. Take an antihistamine if sap makes you break out in hives. And if you decide to seal the deal with a romantic dinner au restaurant, for God's sake don't let him catch you staring at the waiter's ***. When it comes to men you see something to take home and love in everybody; and that's a good thing, right? But watch out, Aquarius. Your greatest strength in love is your ability to accept a person completely for who they are, even if that means letting go. But you can all too frequently use letting go as an excuse to be selfish and detached from your lover, letting them stray from your heart and your bedroom. [COLOR="Red"]The Gay Pisces: For a raging bull, you're kind of a princess.[/COLOR] We might as well start with the good news: you're great in the sack. The bad news is that even tantric sex doesn't last forever. You don't have sex, you loose yourself in it. Like I bet you want to loose yourself boping away to Miguel Migs all night long. Or whatever the kids are listening to these days. Give you a club where some good garage house is spinning and, let's be honest, your substance of choice, and the only way to get rid of you will be when the lights go up and you realize the hottie you've been dancing with all night is less Patrick Swayze and more Patrick Stewart. Awkward. It's fine to escape once in a while, but when you wake up in the morning with a splitting headache, vaguely recalling a nightmare in which your father chased you around the club with a knife shouting "Engage", you're going to have to face reality. Most of the day will have to be spent doing what we here on planet earth call "stuff". You know, stuff? Let me see here... paid any bills lately? Right. Looked into rolling over that 401k? Well, add it to the list. Gotten the landlord to stop by and look at that leak in the ceiling? You know, so you can get rid of the crock pot on the floor of your living room, the one you've been tripping over every morning for a week? It's not a permanent solution, you know. Sooner or later, you're going to want to make some soup. Oi ma! You're a harder case than I thought. Pisces is the everything bagel of the zodiac. They say you've lived eleven other lives, having cycled through all the other signs to end up... where exactly? The heck if you know. Fitting, then, that your sign rules the Unconscious. Not that you're totally unaware of what's going on. You pick up on the feelings of others like crazy Uncle Mario picks up radio signals from that metal plate implanted in his scull. Your ability to empathize is famous, just ask any of the friends, family, or co-workers. You're ready give all of yourself to whoever needs you most. All of your emotion, I mean... what were you thinking? But use protection, dear Pisces. You don't have unlimited energy yourself. Exposure to toxic amounts of pain can lead to a lethal case of martyrdom, and who wants to end up all Joan-of-Arc? Can we say butch? That said, service is the name of your game and not even a conservative could keep you from using compassion to make the world a better place. It's pretty straightforward, really. Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you've heard otherwise before. That dual nature stuff. The 'You're two fragile little fishies wandering in the pond' crap. Don't buy it for a second. The two fish represent two possibilities, not an endless game of tug-of-war. Sure, one of those possibilities is that you might just fall deep into your dreams and never wake up. But you could also get it together and do great things. You've got the intelligence of the Scarecrow, the courage of the Lion and the heart of the Tinman; not to mention the charisma of the beacon herself, Dorthy. You have so much to offer that you might not know where to begin, but that's a nice problem to have. There's a good chance that your need for illusion manifests itself in a love of the arts. Interested in the theater? You drama queen you. And I'd be willing to bet that those big pretty eyes of yours have a knack for color. Who wouldn't want to take you in the dressing room? You can coordinate my wardrobe any time, baby. Maybe your thing is oil on canvass. Or maybe you can write a mean sonnet. You got skills, kid, so buck up. You're no flake. Pick a plan, any plan. And stick with it, for god's sake. One day at a time. Your emotional nature is a great source of inspiration but unfortunately it takes organizational skills to get a project moving. If you want my advice, hook up with a Virgo. They'll teach you everything you need to know about making lists and sticking to schedules. Just make sure you pencil in some time to stare out the window and day dream. Since you were going to anyway.

yayness! okay, for everyone who doesn't know, I'm doing a picture of everyone in the rp. Here's the official 'picture' First off, everyone is chibi, and it's set outside of the mansion. Anya, is running after Karyn, who has one of Anya's arms in her mouth Above the two, Anya is screaming, 'That's not a chew toy!' Draco, in his stoic glory, is eating the 'pancake of death', which is complete with a kull and crossbones on it. Sile is watching him, looking like she's about to puke. Dean, in his bookworm ishness, is trying to get a book from the grasp of Cali, who is flying above him just out of reach with little bat wings. And finally, Dunan is running away from Dawner while screaming, "Freedom!'. Mind you, Dunan is butt naked. Dawner is chasing him with clothes. this pic is not yet finished, although i have the Dawner & Dunan pic finished. When I get a scanner, I'll post that instead of a crappy pic taken with a dying webcam. here is the finished product, edited for your enjoyment. [IMG]http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee260/inufandom/DD-1.jpg[/IMG]

Dunan sat in the bar, tapping his fingers on the table. Cali and Draco could handle their own buisness, Dunan was worried the wolves would attack the bar itself. The smell of prey... how could they resist? And he wasn't wrong, as much as he wished he had been. A wolf jumped through the window, and rose its muzzle to the sky, howling. People scrambled and screamed. Dunan shrugged. Dawner readied himself, wand out. Dunan stood, and eyed the wolf, which turned, and snarled. Drool escaped its toothy mouth, dripping on the floor. "Ugh... that's nasty." Anya commented. Dunan wrinkled his nose. "You think that's bad, I can smell its breath. He seriously needs a breath mint." Dawner raised his wand, but he stopped. "Dunan! I can't cast my spells in here! Theres not enough room! I might blow something up!" Dunan sighed. "Then you sit there and drink your beer while we handle this." He turned and looked over at Anya. "Think you and me can keep it occupied?" "Sure... Wanna dance?" She readied herself, taking Dunan's hand. Striking up a dance pose, the two smiled, their faces mirror image expressions. "You're done for!" they stated, and they let go as the beast brought a clawed hand down in their direction. Dunan and Anya spun, bringing the heels of Anya's left foot and Dunan's right into the chest of the beast, sending it flying. It crashed into the bar, and flew into the booze shelf behind it. The shelves splintered, and the glass bottles crashed into the floor, shattering on impact. the pungent smell of alcohol filled the room. The beast stood up, and roared before charging again. Dunan leaped up high, Anya ducked down low, bringing on two levels of pain at once. Anya placed her hand on the floor, and using it to ground herself, she spun her foot into the beast, cracking the chest cavity bones. It sputtered, choking up thick red blood. Dunan landed on the beast's neck, bring it to the floor. Dunan grasped it, and smiled. He held the wolfen wrist, and pulled it up, snapping the bones. "You know, this pub has a marvelous special, Anya." "Oh? I had no idea. What's it called?" She grasped the ankle, and twisted it, more bones shattering. The beast roared again, frothing at the mouth. It glared at Dawner, snapping its mouth at him. It was nothing more than a killing machine, Dunan actually pitied it. "The Pain Platter!!" Dunan exclaimed, and twisted the neck around, hearing all of the vertebrae snap like toothpicks. It slumped down, as Dawner took a drink of beer. He'd been watching the entire time, knowing they would win easily. "Dunan....that line was kind of lame..." he stated. Dunan just got up and walked over, taking Dawner's beer and downing it. "HEY!" "That's what you get, smart ass." Dunan smiled, and shrugged. "Come on, let's get the hell out of here. The smell of blood is really making me hungry. And making matters worse, there isn't a decent meal in the room." Anya furrowed her brow. "You know, I'm not sure whether to be insulted or happy you said that..."

Draco shook his head. "No. Let's head into town. They won't attack head on. Let's get to the bar." "Fine." Dunan retracted his claws, and they took off into the town. The wolves didn't emerge from the trees, holding back for some unknown reason. They turned around, heading around, going to some unknown destination. Dunan knew it was a matter of time before they headed back, probably with more numbers. Dunan shuddered at the thought. They walked away, momentarily safe. They saw the bar Dean had spoken about, and took up seats in a corner. Dunan sat with Dawner, his arm around him. The looks and stares they got weren't the least bit unnerving to Dunan. If they had a problem, he'd kick their ass. A man stepped up to the table, glaring. "We don't like your kind here. Get the hell out, faggots." Dunan smiled. "Really now. And If I don't? What do you plan to do then?" Several men got up, angry with Dunan's casual tone. The man pulled a knife, and held it at Dunan's throat. Dunan's eyes held something in check for the poor fool. "You're going to kill me?" He asked, his in a wide grin."Please, put it out of your feeble little head if you want to be alive come dawn." He wasn't surprised when the man pressed the knife into his neck, causing a trickle to appear. "I'm not asking, you faggot." Dawner was wide eyed, Draco not moving from under his hood, his face hidden in shadow. "Well. I'm not budging. It'll take a lot more than the likes of you to get me to move." Dunan's attitude confused the man. "You're crazy." Dunan lifted his hand, and grasped the knife between his thumb and forefinger. He pressed down, and snapped the blade in two. The man went slack jawed. "You were saying?" The other men started crowding the table. Dawner looked nervous. "Dunan... please don't hurt them too much." Sile snorted. "Asses like this aren't deserving to go up against us." "True enough." Dunan stated. He smiled, and the man reached for Sile. Dunan grabbed his wrist, holding it, applying pressure. He bent the man's arm, and he started yelping in pain. Dawner by this time was getting huffy. Dunan smiled, not intending to hurt him much more. Dawner had seen enough, but knew Dunan was only toying with him, and wasn't going to kill the poor schmuck.

Dunan whirled when he heard Karyn, his backbone chilled with a cold realization she wasn't always so sweet. It was easy to over look just what she was, but Dunan didn't like it that she'd had to expose her more vicious side. Dunan turned around, if only to see what the other's could not. Several large bulky bodies were coming at them, their mouths frothing, no more than rabid dogs. Dunan braced himself, before shouting. "Were-wolves, straight ahead!" He jumped ahead, while the others readied themselves. Dawner let loose again, fiendish beasts of flame roaring at their enemies. Dunan kicked up into the trees. "Let's move it!" Draco called. He was seeing what Dunan was seeing now. "There's too many of them!" "Right!" Dawner called, and he waved his wand once more."Everyone cover your eyes!" Dawner raised his wand. [I] "Luminos Grandetis!"[/I] A brilliant light erupted from it, and the wolves howled in pain. Dunan graped Dawner and the two made their way through the wolves, quickly followed by the others. They raced away, the wolves still holding their eyes. The broke the tree line, looking at the desolate town. The wolves were quickly catching up, Dunan turned, facing them. "It's fight or flight, Draco. I'll let you decide. I can hold my own, if you guys want to use this to get into town, then do so now." Dunan cocked his hands, his fingers sprouting long inky black claws. His eyes glowed malevolently, he was ready to fight if given the command.

Dunan snorted in contempt, but followed orders. He crossed his arms, and stalked off behind the others. Dawner was still apologetic, but ready for battle. "Sorry, Dunan.. I got us in trouble..." Dunan shrugged. "Eh.. It's fine. Dean just needs to get that stick out of his ass." Dunan joked, not serious about the ass comment. He sighed. "So, We're supposed to get to the bar, huh?" Dunan asked, and Draco nodded. "Want me to clear the way? You know I can, and it will keep everyone stronger, however much longer. Like Dean said, I'm the powerhouse of the team." "And he told me to keep you in line. You might very well get yourself killed." Dunan pouted for a moment, until he smelled blood, and it was strong. They came upon a little girl, covered in blood, her throat had been ripped out. Dunan knew she was beyond saving, but he knelt over her, and saw the tears that had run down her face as she died. Dunan reached out and closed her eyes, his heart heavy. "Poor thing...There was no mercy shown to you..." Dunan's eyes were glowing, he'd been enticed by the scent of blood. He wasn't beyond control, but his hunger was growing stronger and stronger. He hadn't fed recently, the last blood he'd had had been with Dawner on the pavillion. Dawner sensed it, and came up to Dunan. "Hungry?" "Why ask something you already know the answer to?" Dunan glanced over at Dawner, and smiled. "Yes, I'm hungry. And not for pancakes." Dunan smiled at the concerned expressions. "Don't worry, there will be enough blood for me to gorge myself tonight." They continue on, several wolves attacking them. Dunan held back, allowing the others to disperse them easily. Dunan wasn't too concerned. He stood back, he knew his time would come. A beast came after Dawner, leaping down from the tree. Dunan reached above Dawner's head, grasping it by the muzzle, and then snapping its neck. It fell with a dull thud to the ground, and he spoke to Dawner. "I'll always protect you, whether your human or not."

Kristopher stepped into the restaurant, looking around. He heard nothing out of the ordinary, no hissing, no clacking, no shuffling. He looked across the dining room, and saw nothing, save for a dead body. He sighed in relief, at this dead person wasn't moving. Kristopher moved to the back of the restaurant, hesitant. Payton held Foxy close to him, keeping her safe. Kristopher opened the doors to the kitchen, and smiled. Nothing moving. "Our lucky break." he said. Payton came up to him. "Looks like it." Payton motioned to the others to follow. Once into the kitchen, they heard it. The front doors crashed open. Loud, heavy footsteps echoed into the kitchen. Lance, being the last one, looked through the kitchen two way doors. His face went white, his hand clenched the gun tight in his hand. "MOVE IT!" he yelled, and they started moving as quickly as they could. Kristopher heard a voice, rasping and heart stopping. "S.T.A.R.S." Whatever it was, started moving closer. Lance got them moving, then aimed his gun into the kitchen. He held his gun steady as they piled out into the alley. Lance fired when the thing came close.A bullet ricocheted off of something, and thre was the unmistakable hiss of leaking gas. "Move!" Draco cried, and he leveled his gun into the door. He let loose, the bullet hitting something, and sparking. That spark was all that was needed. A fireball erupted out of the building, throwing Lance into Draco. Whatever was in the building stopped, not moving. Then it came again, and Kristopher saw half a face, horribly marred and with... what looked like purple vines throbbing in and out of its body. "Jesus Christ..." Tahlia said. Draco responded. "MOVE!" They started running, down the alley, firing random shots. They passed a kerosine barrel on the way, Kristopher sparked an idea. He peered behind them, and saw it bearing down on them. "S.T.A.R.S." it said. "Get that gate open!" Tahlia screamed, leveling her gun at the monster. She started firing, the bullets hitting their mark, but it came forward still, albeit slower. Draco kicked the gate, until it started to budge. Kristopher aimed his gun, firing. The barrel exploded, sending the creature back. It flopped back, but didn't stand up. They got through the gate, slamming it shut behind them. It swung open, unable to be locked. They took off, running into the middle of the street, huddled with their backs to one another, looking in all directions. Random zombies wove among the wrecked cars and fallen street lights. several stores lined the streets, quaint little cafe shops, clothing stores, jewelery stores, and a church down the way. A small playground could be seen from where they stood, lit up with light posts resembling fixtures of old. Indeed, the whole street did. Kristopher lowered his gun, they all did, that thing wasn't coming after them. Kristopher looked down the street, and moved to the park. He could see several bodies lying on the ground, a bloody teddy bear lied at his feet. Peering through the darkness, he could see somethings moving. Realizing just what they were, his heart panged. Children. Infected children. His eyes welled up, and he whispered into the darkness. One of the children looked no older than five. IT limped around, and vomited the asid that had built up in its stomach. "I'm so sorry." An act of mercy, he started firing into the playground, his eyes seeing the blood splattered equipment, the undead children coming for them. Payton saw it to, and raised his gun. He too started firing, picking off the kids. they both had teary eyes, and soon their job was finished. They turned, and Tahlia came up to the two boys. "Poor children... You two did the right thing." Kristopher wasn't comforted at all, he still felt like garbage. He had worked for the company responsible for this disaster. He gritted his teeth and walked away. He stopped outside of a tavern, and he lifted his leg and swung his leg into the window. The glass shattered, and he stepped inside through the window. Inside, a waiter staggered torward him, and he shot it without hesitation. Tahlia came over to the window, to find Kristopher already burying himself in a bottle. "Kristopher..." Payton started, and Kristopher guzzled a bottle. He felt no comfort, and he turned around. Tahlia stepped to him, and drew back when Kristopher cocked the gun and put it to his head. "Don't!" Payton yelled, and Kristopher shrugged, his eyes pouring out the tears. "Payton, I'm partially responsible for this. It's my fault all of these people are dead. I have no right to live. Those kids are proof of that." Tahlia stepped up to him, and slapped him across the face. "No. It's not. Did you know that this would happen? You tried to stop this, and have the means to make sure it never happens again anywhere else." Kristopher stared at the bottle he had been holding, the booze pouring out onto the ground. "You're right." Kristopher shook himself, and smiled. Another fake smile, and he put the gun away. He looked at his uniform, and sighed. "You know, my apartment is near here." "Why, you want to go home?" Tahlia hugged him to her, and he sobbed into her shoulder. He had to live, he had a reason to live. He had to protect these people. They were counting on him. Life was everything right now. He had to make it out....

Kristopher's head was reeling, what had Umbrella been working on? He had only worked on one project, it wasn't entirely surprising that there had been others. Kristopher slumped against a wall in the armory, after they had finally reached it. Kristopher sat there, breathing, listening. He wasn't like Umbrella boy, he had never been enhanced. He was still human. Tahlia sat next to him, and she put her arm around him. "You doing okay?" "Yeah... just still shaken up." Kristopher looked up at the ceiling. He could hear something moving around on the floor above, probably another zombie, or worse, the thing that had attacked him. Kristopher knew it wasn't dead, merely injured. And even still, that wouldn't stop it. It could smell them, and it wasn't going to let them go. Kristopher took out his smokes, and he couldn't stop shaking to light it. Tahlia had to do it for him. She took a drag herself, and held it to him. "No wonder you smoke these things... they calm your nerves." "Yeah... Working for Umbrella, I picked up the habit." Kristopher inhaled deeply, and he sighed, calming down. He could hear things moving around them. "Hey. Umbrella boy." Kristopher said, drawing Draco's attention. "What? My name is Draco." "Like I give a damn. If we stay in here, everything and its undead grandma is going to come for us. How are we going to fight past an armada of them? I say we move." Draco considered his words. "However, if we stay here, we're safe." "Only until those things break in here. You think they can't smell us? That thing is close. Those claws? Yeah, I know it can tear through that metal door like it was paper." Kristopher stared at Draco, indomitable. Kristopher stopped, hearing the sounds of something against the door. "Oh god.." He said, dragging Tahlia across the room. "It's back..." Kristopher leveled his gun at the door, as did everyone else. The thing hit the door, and despite it being sollid sheet metal, it buldged. Dents appeared as it hit the door, until claws punctuated it, tearing down it. It started ripping the door, and Kristopher started shooting. Every one followed suit, and the thing screeched. This time, it wasn't giving up. Draco yelled out. "Kill it before anything else starts attacking!" Kristopher leveled a shot into its head, blasting a hole. The others pelted it with bullets, and soon enough it stopped moving. Draco was the first to move. "Let's get the hell out of here. That would have attracted some attention we don't want." Tahlia nodded in agreement. They set off out of the armory, Kristopher having shoved more ammo and guns in his backpack. Upstairs they went, until they were back in the lobby. The front doors were wide open, several zombies were meandering about. Sensing them, they turned. The little rag tag group fired away, killing them. Kristopher moved to the large oaken front doors. He sighed, and looked out the door. There wasn't anything moving out there, yet. Looking around, he ventured out onto the street. His group followed, and Kristopher breathed in relief. "Nothing out here, yet." He could see down the street, there wasn't anything moving. Just down the way, he could see a restaurant, the lights stil on. The shopping district was just on the other side of the restaurant, and if they ventured through that, then they could wind up at Chevy's. "We have to move." Kristopher said, before setting off down the street. Tahlia followed close behind, watching the dark corners and the wrecked cars. Nothing was coming for them..... But that was only a matter of time before that changed. OOC: Okay everyone... great postings so far. We need to get through the shopping district before we can get to the Zoo. Let's take our time in the district, okay?

Dunan's eyes glowed with his ferocity, but he did nothing. "Scum." He commented. He turned in a circle, counting. "Dean. Think we could handle this?" Dunan's red eyes focus on several moving bodies, each of them large and glowering at them with yellow eyes. Dunan smiled. "There's eight of them in the vicinity, and I can smell even more around us." "Really." Came Dean's reply. "Sure. There will be plenty of action for all of us. Have at it Dunan. Dawner, you're his back up. You two can handle the ones around us, we need to conserve out strengths, And Dunan, you're more or less a power house." "Okie dokie!" Dunan smiled, his eyes glowing even brighter. "Alright!" Dunan took a step forward. "Come on, you furry fleabags. Come get some!" Dunan leaped into action, as the were-wolves began their assault. Dawner let loose with a ferocious fire ball, blasting into the trees. [I]"Aditos Mertoba!"[/I] Dunan ran into the trees, dodging fireballs and landing on a wolf. He grasped the head and twisted it around, baring his fangs. All around him, a blaze of fire was roaring. Wolves were going up in poofs of smoke, as Dunan jumped from body to body, desecrating them. He leaped back into the group, and smiled, his now clawed hands covered in blood. "Ugh.. I already need a shower." "Blood is so not a good look for you." Dawner commented. He let loose with a fire ball barrage again, incinerating more wolves. Soon enough, all the immiediate wolves were dead or burning. Dunan wrinkled his nose. "Smells kind of like burnt pork here, doesn't it?" The other's just looked at him like he was crazy. Dunan shrugged, and wiped his hands off in the grass. He sighed, and stood up. "Alright... I smell blood." He turned around behind him, his eyes glowing ever more still. "Human blood." Dunan furrowed his brow. "They've been busy. He sniffed the air, the smell of blood over powering. He shook himself, he was getting hungry. "They've already killed more than their fair share of humans. I suspect they didn't stop screaming until their throats were ripped out." Dunan took a step forward, looking around for more wolves. He didn't see any, but he could smell them. "They've made so many new wolves... I can't tell just how many there are. I'm concerned. If we get mobbed by all of them, I don't think that we have a chance." Dunan grimanced. "Not even me.. I can handle a lot, but not as many as I sense." Dean nodded. "I realize there's a lot. You and Dawner did good work. Now, the smell of blood... that's probably coming from their base of operations. Let's get moving." Dunan fell back. following Dean. He fell to his place by Dawner's side. "Think we have a chance?" Dawner asked. "Of course. With me and you, there's nothing to worry about." Dunan encouraged.