RPG

Long before man could walk and think, great creatures roamed the Earth. The great Mother wrought them from her being to exist on the mortal plane with the intention of settling the molten creation that millions of stars had bore. These creatures were much like us, some call them angels. They existed in harmony with the tiny rock they called home and felt no hatred, no fear. The Great father looked upon his equals work and frowned. He believed such great and noble creatures should rule over another creation. So He created man. The angels ruled man for a very long time, trying to lead them away from a Fallen One who beckoned to this new creation. But to no avail. He tempted man and turned them against the light of their Mother and Father. The Great Father became angry and sent the angels to fight this, but soon these angels began to succumb. They taught Man Heaven's secrets and bore children with the Daughters of men, these halflings had no shame or guilt. These children were the Nephilim, the children of the Grigori. These children were thought to be evil, many were slaughtered. The Fallen One knew the worth of these children and their Company, and hid himself out of fear from them. The war could be fought another day. Fate smiled upon these children, and their Company, they would lead man against the Fallen and save this mortal plane.

Thousands of years went by and mighty empires rose and fell like the tides. Man broke away from the Creators, who could only look upon their unruly children with the sadness of helpless parents. Man became more powerful with each passing century, building weapons that not even the Grigori could have ever comprehended. Man built great cities and prospered without the aid of the Creators and Her children. But this was soon to end.

The morning of Judgment came to man in the form of a meteor. Man looked to the sky and scoffed, they felt that nothing could rip them from their seat as 'g-d'.

After the end, there was a rebirth. Humans would remain but would be joined by their mutated brothers. The people began to repent. But a select few saw the world as unclean, that it needed to be swept clean of all unlike them. They chased people that resisted their specific way of thinking from their land and slowly began to take over. Some were shunned and some were killed, the latter consisting of mostly the mutated individuals. They swept the land clean, just as they sought out to do. Now all that was left to do was weed out the remaining threats. And so the inquisition began.

In the Outer Ring, an area known for some of the most substantial mutations, there is a forest, where the ruins of an enormous temple once stood. The mutants, or the Forsaken, take their leave of the Zealots, unknown and unbothered by the reaccumeulating outside world. The temple once housed a great statue of a golden Goddess, but this was long ago destroyed, leaving the tiny population to huddle in the barren ruins of the stone monolith.

Oz sighed and leaned back on the fallen column itching the tattooed 'H' on her hand as she thought how much the world had changed since she was a child. She sipped her canteen as she waited for her companion to arrive.

Page: Flying through the trees(in bird form) she spotted Oz and flew to her side. Changing into human form, she grabbed the canteen, "Hey, don't bogart the liquor."

Oz: "Shlampe! That’s mine!" She snatched it back and stuck out her tongue. "And it's not liquor, it's water, bird brain."

Page: “Mean." She leaned against a tree. "What's up?"

Oz: "Hmmm... Let me think... The sky perhaps? But in all seriousness I have news from the outside world. The Zealots..." her face became grim, "The Zealots are planning to invade the Outer Ring and stomp out what’s left of the Resistance."

Page: “And you filled the canteen with water? This is a time to get very very drunk thank you. Stupid zealots. So what do we do now? Rally the troops or wait for the calvary or some other military term."

Oz: "I say you guys mosey on down into the lower chambers of the ruins. I have to get to the last colony."

Page: "Right." She leaped into the air changing into a bird and flew off to find the others.

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Nefarious: "Stupid bitch!" He lunged at her, his sword high in the air.

Vanessa: She dodged and flung him into a tree. "Pain in the ass!"

Andrea: She held her head in her hands, "You guys, this whole thing is getting really boring. Either one of you kill the other one or both of you just shut up already!"

Nefarious: Staggering up, "She started it."

Page: She landed in any way but graceful on the rock next Andrea. (In human form), "There you are. I got some bad news and...well really there's just bad news. Oz says the Zealots are gonna knock off the outer ring. She wants us to get to the lower ruins."

Andrea: "What about her?"

Page: "Suicidal glory, what else?"

Nefarious: "Well we're gonna help right?"

Page: "Oh see, I'm not big on dying or fighting or really anything that has to do with being brave. It's the whole half bird thing. Chicken."

Andrea: "Well we'll go."

Vanessa: "We? I'm not a bird but I just don't want to. I'm all for the lower ruins."

Nefarious: "Well send me and Andrea, teleport us."

Vanessa: "Okay but only if you promise to die." She waved her hand and the were gone. Turning to Page, "So, lower ruins..."

Page: "I hear they're lovely this time of year." They made they're way to the lower ruins.

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Oz: “WILL YOU PEOPLE STOP DOING THAT?! YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE ME A BLOODY ANEURYSM! I'M ONLY HUMAN!!" She flailed a little and glared at her two companions who'd just appeared. She huffed loudly and composed herself. "Why are you two here? Don't think I can handle it?"

Nefarious: "I'm so bored. I need to go and...I don't know...kill something or help something or...something."

Andrea: "Well it was this or stay with two spoiled brats."

Oz: “Man, guys, I'm so touched you care about me." *sniffle*. She continued walking, stepping gingerly over a fallen branch. "Marcus said he'd be waiting for us outside of the city's eastern entrance. Apparently the citizens are getting touchy about outsiders, including other members of the Resistance."

Andrea: "Good, so now we can get attacked from both angles. Double the fun."

Oz: "But of course mon'amie, it wouldn't be hard if we didn't catch living hell from everyone!"

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Marcus: "It's about time you fuckers showed up." The burly man glared down at them from where he sat on one of the many ruined walls.

Oz: "Well fuck you too man."

Andrea: "Oh I like him."

Nefarious: "Can I at least hit him?"

Andrea: "Down boy."

Marcus: "Well? What the fucks ya'll's problem? Oz, you shoulda showed up yesterday." He jumped of the wall, hitting the ground with a solid thump.

Oz: "Got mobbed on the eastern end of Merlo, the Zealots were waiting for any stray operatives to come back."

Marcus: "Aw, come on ya goofy ass shits. Bring your friends, too." He began ambling towards the battered iron gates surrounding Lost Eden. "Yer gonna get yerself killed one of these days, Oz."

Oz: "And your point would be...."

Marcus: "Who the fuck are you two?" He chose to ignore Oz.

Andrea: "I'm Andrea. And this lump is..."

Nefarious: "Nefarious. Why the fuck can't I hit him?"

Marcus: "Because I'll kick yer punk ass."

Oz: sighs.

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Chandrell: "Is everyone here?!" She strained to be heard over the growing crowd in the central hall of the lower ruins.

Vanessa: "Who the hell are all these people?"

Page: "Chandrell, what's up?"

Chandrell: "All the stragglers from out in the woods. A scout said he saw a hunting party of Zealots. Everyone rushed down here to be safe." She managed to wade her way through the crowd to them.

Page: "Well Vanessa could burn em or something."

Vanessa: "Again, could but not gonna. Can we help here?"

Chandrell: "Yeah, go back to the armory and take a post on the upper walls. You guys can't do much down here."

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Azreal: "Hm... I suppose I can lend you a squad or two." The winged man shot a distasteful glare at them over his shoulder.

Oz: "They'll need more than that!"

Marcus: "Dude! Get yer head out of yer fuckin ass. They'll kill everyone, they need the entire fuckin army!"

Azreal: "I don't deal with outsiders and especially not with *humans*"

Marcus: "Fuck off! She's not like them!"

Nefarious: "Look bastard, if it helps any I'm not human. Which also means I'll have no problem ripping your heart out through your chest."

Andrea: "That might not be the best way to get what you want."

Nefarious: "Does it look like I care?"

Azreal: "I don't care for your attitudes."

Marcus: "I don't give a damn what you don't care for! Get off yer fuckin high horse, get yer head outta yer ass and help us!"

Azreal: "Insolent barbar-!"

Oz: "SHUT UP!!!!" huff puff... "Will you stop acting like children?!"

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Vanessa: "You know, I'm getting tired of going back and fourth between orders."

Page: "Hey, on top of everything else I don't need to hear your wining, okay?" They came nearer to their destination when they heard muffled talking in the distance.

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Spike: He was sitting beneath a tree muttering to himself. Pulling a cigeratte from inside his jacket he spotted Page and Vanessa. "Sought off!"

Page: "Leaving now."

Vanessa: "Rude little fuck."

Spike: He giggled at the remark. "Look at the little girl fightin big bad."

Vanessa: "You don't scare me." Walking closer to the guy.

Spike: "You've got an awful big mouth. Any gun power behind that smoke screen?"

Vanessa: She said nothing, toying with the notion of setting him on fire.

Spike: "Then you best be on your way little bit." Throwing the ashes at her feet.

Vanessa: She would of liked to kill him, but she sensed that he wasn't human and did not want to start something she couldn't finish. She stomped her foot and went after Page.

Spike: He eyed the brat and after they were a distance away he began to stalk them.

Chandrell:Exited the ruins, carrying a S.E. rifle. "Hey! Tall, bleached and stalky! Get a weapon and get on patrol. No goofin' off!"

Spike: "Already got one thanks." His face becoming distorted and fangs appearing from his mouth.

Chandrell: "Damn vampires..." She glared at him. "I should just LET the Zealots kill you."

Spike: "Go ahead. Don't like your sort, thinkin' you're to good for your own kind." He stepped closer. "I smell it in you, that dark spot just itchin' to get out, to have a little fun. Tell you what, there's two girls up ahead, I'll let you have your pick." A smile stretching across his face.

Chandrell: "Huh. You people are so lame." She shoved the rifle at him. "Get moving."

Spike: He laughed. "If you prefer that stick up your bum, that's your problem. But that rifle won't do much."

Chandrell: She zapped him on the lowest charge, sending a burst of spirit energy through his body. "Will you shut up?"

Spike: Falling bakward. "Bloody hell!"

Chandrell: She sighed and rested the gun on her shoulder. "Whiner."

Spike: "Bugger off, that hurt." Yanking the rifle away. "Let's go."

Chandrell: Jerked it back. "Fuck off! This is mine!" She flicked him on the nose, still holding onto the gun.

Spike: "I could kill you."

Chandrell: Shot him again. "Whatever." She walked off into the night.

Spike: "Ow! Stop that! Bitch." Limping after her.

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Andrea: Pulling her pistol on Azreal, "Look we dont have time. Do we get the army or not?"

Azreal: He sighed at the group crossly. "Put that toy away." He turned his back on them, looking out the window. "Perhaps this is all for the best..." His wings twitched a little, resorting themselves.

Marcus: "You're insane."

Oz: "Your people are going to die or be enslaved. How is that best, you stupid bastard?"

Nefarious: "Forget him. Why are we wasting our time? We can find someone else."

Marcus: "Bastard. I hope you fry in Hell."

Azreal: He grinned at them over his shoulder. "Don't worry, i'm going to. It's all a question of wether my children will."

Oz: She jabbed Andrea in the side, nodding towards the door. "I think he's lost it. We'd have better luck talking to the Head of Gaurds."

Andrea: "Yeah." She inched towards the door.

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Comander Bartlet stared down at the forest coldly. It was almost nightfall, which meant the invasion would have to wait for morning. He growled to himself about the fact that the scum of the Earth could take this time to ready themselves. He smiled then. He raised his eyes to the sky and thanked the Creators, they would guide them, and they would surely win.

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The Head of Gaurd sighed, rubbing his tired old eyes, and motioning for the group to sit at the shabby looking table. "We can help you. But this is a losing battle, children."

Andrea: "Losing isn't over. We can still fight them."

Nefarious: "Not with shits likethat other guy."

The man sighed again and settled into his chair. "You know that there is no hope. The best we can do is prey that they take prisoners, instead of just killing us all. You are aware of this, you are?"

Marcus: "Fuck that! We'll die fighting first!"

Oz: "Marcus, calm down. Sir, any help you can give us is appreciated."

"I can give you what men are willing to fight."

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Vanessa: "Stop looking at my neck!"

Spike: "I wasn't."

Vanessa: "Yes you were. Look, you're doing it again!"

Spike: "Don't flatter yourself love. I'd rather have a go at the one with the rifle before you."

Page: "Will you two shut up? If you don't stop I'll just fly."

Spike: "Fly? You a bird?"

Page: "Yes."

Spike: "Can I see?"

Page: "No."

Spike: "Fine. You know this is the worst patrol ever. No blood, no fighting, living people everywhere. I'd have more fun lettin' the bloody zealots beat me up for information."

Page: She looked at him in horror. "You didn't tell them anything did you?"

Spike: Pulling a cigerette, "I'm a vampire. I got no loyalties to you people. You seem to forget, I hate you filthy buggers."

Chandrell: Twiching in the background.*Must controll... fist of.... death...* "You bloody creature... You know, the whole Zealot thing CAN be arranged."

Spike: "Whatever. As long as I'm alive...well as much as I am now, when all of this is over, what do I care?"

Chandrell: * Breathing.. breathing is important Channy... You do not associate with your family... you are better than them...* "I can also make sure they KILL YOU YOU FILTHY PEICE OF BLOOD ____ING TRASH PUT OUT THAT GOD FORSAKEN CIGARETTE BEFORE I STICK THIS GUN UP YOUR ASS!!!!!!!!" * Breath... calm now ^-^*

Spike: A grin stretched his lips, "Bite me."

Chandrell: "Oh haha. You're just a mother fuckin comedian now, aren't you."

Spike: "No. I kill the mothers, I fuck the daughters."

Chandrell: Growls at him. "I'm sorry you two. I unfortunatly dragged this peice of dead weight with us. Forgive me."

Spike: "That's ok." He walked closer to them. "They're lovin' it."

Vanessa: "I fry your kind."

Spike: "Well then," putting his arm around Chandrell, "away with us then."

Page: "What?"

Spike: "Oh that's right, little miss bitch here is a vamp. We're one big killing family. Ain't that right love?"

Chandrell: She looked at his arm. "Did I give you permission to touch me? And I'm a daywalker. Not YOUR kind."

Spike: "Awww come now. Just look at them Chan. Look at the veins pulsing. You can feel em' gettin' edgey, wondering if they're gonna have to run soon. That nice little emotion fear makin' the blood boil. Don't tell me you don't miss it. That warm feeling coatin' your throat while they're struggling. Listen, I'll take the blonde one, you take the not so blonde one."

Chandrell: "For your information, ye of many irrations, I fed already. and even more so, I don't like GIRLS!" She bared her fangs at him, face distorting.

Spike: Jumping for joy, "That's what I wanted to see. Come on bit, get mad."

Page: "Are we gonna get biten?"

Vanessa: "Me? No, I'm a demon. But you might."

Page: "Oh."

Chandrell: Her golden eyes narrowed at him. "Go screw your mother." She turnd with a huff, flipping her hair at him, features returning to normal. "Come along."

Spike: "Oh no! No! Come on bring it back. Bring it back out. Get pissed at me."

Chandrell: "I'm simply too superior to your kind to do so. Too bad."

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Oz: "Well, have an assault crew, 3 vamps, 2 airials, 6 mages and some others."

Marcus: "So we got nothing?"

Oz: "Yup."

Nefarious: "What do you mean? We can do something with that."

Andrea: "Something, not alot."

Oz: "Yeah. The vamps have got day suits, too. So we can still use them after sun up."

Marcus: "I think we need to set the fucks on fire, man."

Oz: Sighs.

Andrea: "Yeah that'll help," sarcastic.

Macus: "Fuck off. You people are no fun."

Oz: "I think we should meet up with one of the patroll teams and check in."

Spike: "No need for that. I'm here," bardging through the door.

Chandrell: Looking very cross. "Will someone kill him?"

Marcus: Grins, pulling out a lighter.

Oz: Snatches it. "Well, I guess that was convinent. Identify yourselves."

Vanessa: "That piece of filth told the Zealots something."

Oz: "Oh.... Hi Vanessa, you too Page... Who are you two then and what did you tell the Zealots?"

Chandrell: "Will you people just kill HIM?!"

Spike: "I'm gettin' sick of you."

Chandrell: "I've been sick of you for hours."

Marcus: "Aww... Chandrell, you didn't tell me you had a fuckin boy toy."

Oz: Giggled. "Have they been like this the whole time?"

Page: "Pretty much."

Vanessa: "It's cute in a disturbing way."

Nefarious: "They're both vamps?"

Spike: "Didn't know special ed was here."

Chandrell: "Eww....."

Oz: "Anyway, have you guys spotted anything?"

Marcus: "Uh... Hello, Earth to dipshit. Of course they're both vamps. Chandrell likes everyone but vamps."

Spike: "Just a bunch of nasties that go bump in the night. Probabley coming to slaughter you horriblely. If anyone would like a less painful way out," brushing the hair away from Page's neck, "I'd be glad to lend a helping fang."

Vanessa: "Get away from her!" She pushed him away.

Spike: He grabbed her hand and twisted her arm behind her back. He sunk his fangs into her warm skin. But because she wasn't human the rush of energy was ten times what he was used to. He pulled back, his head throbbing. "You love, that was great."

Vanessa: She held her neck. "How dare you?"

Spike: He stood triumphantly. "You idiots. You've been pokin' the bear. Well the bear just bit back. And you," pionting at Vanessa, "that was just a taste. Watch your neck." He growled.

Vanessa: She looked at him in disgust.

Spike: His face reverted to normal. "So, let's go fight."

Chandrell: Is convulsing with anger in the background. She leapt up onto a table, face distorted. "THAT'S IT VAMPY!" She cocked the rifle, putting it on full power. "DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Marcus: Slides under the table, sighing.

Oz: Sighs as well, rubbing her neck nervously. "Ok, ok, you two, settle down." She jerked the point of the gun away from Spike, down towards the ground.

Page: "Shoot him!"

Nefarious: "No, I'll get rid of it."

Spike: "Are you people dense. I'm not your biggest problem right now. You might wanna take care of the charging squad first."

Oz: "Thank you. If you people would shut up for a second and let me talk."

Chandrell: Humphed and jerked the gun away, resting it on her shoulder.

Oz: "Whatever... Anyway, we currently have an advantage. It's night, and we have vampires. Yes, Chan, I know, you don't like vampires, but you 5 can get into that camp easiest, and do major damage quickly."

Spike: "Alright that's what I'm talkin' about. Let's go get some dinner."

Marcus: "Um... There's a problem with that!" He got up, bumping his head on the table. "They, enlistyed part of the Covenant. The camp will be crawling with, hunters."

Chandrell: "Hellooooo. Excovenant here! I can take care of my homeboys no problem."

Marcus: "Don't ever say that again."

Oz: "So it's settled?"

Nefarious: "I WANT TO KILL SOME THING!"

Andrea: "You'll get your turn. Shut up!"

Marcus: "I think that means yes."

Chandrell: "Fine..." She hopped of the table and herded the younger vampires.

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Spike: They came across the camp. They huddled on the over looking hill. "Ok, i think everyone's got the general idea."

Chandrell: "Avoid anyone with a vampire skull tattoo. They're agents of the Covenant and they WILL kill you." The comment was directed at the three young vamps. "And no making broods." This was directed at Spike.

Spike: "Mean."

Chandrell: "Sod off." She turned into a wolf and descended the hill towards the camp. A couple of gaurd watched her carefully, but quickly disregaured her.

Spike: Turning to the vamps, "Ok what she just said, listen to it. Nobody with a skull tatoo." He crawled forward. "That's my fun."

Chandrell: She slinked between the various machines and tents, avoiding bonfires. A couple people threw her handouts. She looked in the dirction of the hill, and saw the four shadows decending the hill.

Bartlett: Stood next to a bonfire, watching a wolf slink about nervously in the shadows.

Spike: Snuck up behind a gaurd, face distorted, and tapped him on the shoulder, "Hello." In an instant he snapped his neck and the fight began.

Bartlett: Turned in the direction of the noises. Several of the gaurds were laying on the ground, others were fighting a group of intruders.

Chandrell: *So much for stealth...* She reverted to human form, vampiric features claiming her pale face. She leapt on the nearest soldier, fangs ripping into his soft flesh.

Bartlett: Turned to find another intruder ripping out the throat of his 2nd in command. He grabbed a stick from the fire and hurrled it at the vampire in panic.

Spike: Chandrell ran around in terror, coverd in flames. Spike grabbed a dead man's coat and smothered the flames before she turned to dust. "You ok?" She nodded. Spike stood in front of Bartlett. "Try it again."

Bartlett: "Filthy scum... you made a deadly mistake coming here."

Chandrell: Standing to the side, coughing from the smoke rising from her body. "Back off... he's mine."

Bartlett: "Silence Chandrell. You'll receive yours soon."

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Azreal: The doors to the great chamber lay broken on the floor. Dust swirled around his feet with each step he took into the pitch black room. "I walk in the shadow of the valley of death..." He clutched his dagger's handle so hard his knuckles turned white.

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Spike: "Of course, you know eachother. Everyone you know wants to kill you. And here I thought I was special."

Chandrell: "This isn't the time..."

Bartlett: "She's a backstabbing whore. Why waste you're time saving her?" He was reaching discreetly for another burning stick.

Spike: "Hey, I only get to call her that. You're gonna get an extra painful death for that."

Bartlett: He whipped another sitck out of the fire and threw it at him. "BACK TO HELL WITH YOU!!!!!!!"

Chandrell: Takles Spike, the stick falling on the tent behind them.

Bartlett: He kicked her in the head, getting her off of Spike.

Spike: "Chan!" Bartlett's foot came down again and he rolled out of the way.

Chandrell: She latched onto his leg, teeth sinking through his pants.

Bartlett: He yelped and stumbled backwards, falling on his ass. He struggled to free his leg, ripping at her hair and scratching at her eyes.

Spike: He grabbed his neck and dug in.

Bartlett: He struggled trying to pry them away. He tried to scream, but his lungs burned. He was losing his rational thought.

Chandrell: She felt Bartlett's muscles relax and his skin cool. She released him and looked around. Most of the camp was on fire and the young vamps were tag teaming terrified gaurds.

Spike: He pulled away. "Let's go." He stood over Bartlett. "He tastes like ____ anyway."

Chandrell: She reached up and closed his eyes, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, and stood up. "Yeah... It'll be day soon........" She looked away and wiped the blood from her mouth as her face became normal again.

Spike: He looked at the body lying there. But hearing the rejoicing of the vamps he hit them upside the head. "Move now."

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Azreal: He lay dying on the steps in front of the ruined statue of the First, chanting in angel, and begging for mercy on his children. His blood was flowing up the steps...

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Spike: They were walking threw the woods back to the city. The vamps praising themselves behind them. Chandrell kept her eyes lowered. "He mean something to you?"

Chandrell: "...What?.. Oh... uh...no... I'm just being weird... Sorry..."

Spike: "Liar."

Chandrell: "...____ off..." A tiny smile touched her lips.

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Azreal: His last drop sped up the stairs, into the crystal sphere that the elegant statue had stood upon so long ago. A faint glow illuminated the room, reflecting off his poorly treated armor.

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Andrea: "How'd it go?" The 3 young ones instantly started braging about their kills and setting the camp on fire.

Oz: "O...k..."

Chandrell: "There's not much of an invasion force left. We have a little more time... I'm tired..." She left the room quietly."

Marcus: "Aww man, and I missed all the ____in fun? That's bull ____."

Nefarious: "Hey, what about me. It's been almost a full day and i haven't done anything."

Spike and Andrea: "Shut up."

Spike: "Well, I'd love to stay with you blood bags...actually I'd really hate it, but the suns comin'." He decended the stairs to the basement.

Page: "Hey guys, what's that?" Pointing to an illumination not far away.

Marcus: "There's this thing, ya know, called the sun."

Oz: "No, she's right. That's not the sun, plus it's 3 in the morning."

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Chandrell: Sitting on the mattress in the middle of the floor, peeling off sections of dead, burnt skin. "Grooooooss..."

Spike: "Quite."

Chandrell: "You ok?" She looked up at him, flicking a peice into the garbage can, which was really just an empty crate.

Spike: "Wow I'm touched. Yeah I'm fine. Still got nasty tastes in my mouth but other than that..."

Chandrell: "Thanks for saving me.... I still don't take back the blood ____er comments though."

Spike: "Oh please. I'd be insulted if you did. Your welcome." He saw her arm. "That gonna be alright?"

Chandrell: "I'll regenerate. Can't go out in the sun till then..." She sighed and stopped what she was doing.

Spike: "You bloody liar. Come on, I'll have none of this emotional crap. Who was he?"

Chandrell: "Huh? Who?" She looked genuinely confused. "Oh... Him... It's not really your business, and what's done is done. So do you mind not bothering me about it?"

Spike: "But its my job to be a major pain in your ass."

Chandrell: "I can throw you out of my room, you know."

Spike: "Fine." He moved over to the corner of the room. He layed on his back and used his hand as a pillow. "Goodnight love."

Chandrell: She smirked at him. "Do you want to sleep on the bed?"

Spike: "With you? You won't stab me in my sleep will you?"

Chandrell: "Please, I dread the thought of touching you. Just... stay on that side." She waved her hand at the other side of the bed.

Spike: He plopped down on the mattress. "Okay, but if I wake up in the sun...there's pretty much nothing I can do about it."

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Andrea: "What should we do, its getting brighter." Shading her eyes.

Marcus: "How am I supposed to know?!"

Oz: "Wonder what it is..." She stood up and went down the stone hall and outside, trying to get a better look.

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Spike: Seeing a light coming in from under the door. "That's not the sun."

Chandrell: She sat up and looked at the door. "It's probably the hall light. They can't see in the dark man..." She yawned and layed back down, curling in her blankets.

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Oz: She watched the light grow, it looked like it was swirling and boiling. It looked alive.

Marcus: "Looks like it's coming from the central ruins."

They started to walk over there when it burst forth, flooding the city with light.

Vanessa: "That's not good."

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Spike: The basement illuminated. He jumped up, and when he knew he wasnt burning he headed out the door. "I'll be back."

Chandrell: She rolled out of the bed, jerking her plate on and following after him, attempting to sheild her eyes from the light.

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The wind started to pick up, tossing up dust. Figures started to become visible as fine debris coated them.

Oz: "What's going on?"

Spike: "I smell blood."

Marcus: "Is that all you %^&*ers can think about at a time like this?!"

Chandrell: "It's not human." She yawned invoulantairly. "What are those things?" She watched one of the dusty creatures walk silently past them, almost zomibie-like.

They stared up at the nine foot creatures, their features indistinct throught the light.

Spike: He jumped in front of one. "Hey! Hey!" It ignored him. "Hey jolly giant! Down Here!" The things head turned and he looked at Spike in a stoic manner. "Yeah, me! You evil?" It said nothing. "You gotta clog in your ears? I'm talking to you!" He kicked the things leg. It grabbed him By the throat. "Good job Spike." It threw him back and he plowed into Vanessa.

Vanessa: She stood up and waved her hand. The creature was instantly engulphed in flames. It stood there for a while. She waved her hand again and the flames left. But the thing was unharmed and continued on its way. "Nefarious, you wanna kill something? Go ahead."

Nefarious: "That's ok."

Suddenly the blinding light went out. It took a while for their eyes to adjust, but by that time the huge creatures were everywhere.

Page: She screamed as on walked passed.

Andrea: "We gotta find out where they came from."

Spike: He struggled up from the ground. He could still smell the blood. He looked in the direction it was coming from. "Best bet would be to follow the blood trail."

One of the creatures stopped in front of them, sniffing the air. It's glowing eyes focused on them momentarily, scanning over them, then directing it's attention to Oz.

Oz: She crept behind Marcus fearfully. It soon lost interest and walked away.

Marcus: "What the %^*@ was that?"

Chandrell: She prodded them foreward. "Dunno... Oz, stick to Nef and Vanessa, it seemed really interested in you. They're your best bet if one attacks I think." Oz nodded meekly and crept back to them. Chandrell hurried to join Spike at the head of the group.

Spike: He walked about half a mile when the smell got overwhelmingly strong. The ground opened into an enormous pit. "There!"

Chandrell: She peered over the edge. The dim starlight reflecting off something at the bottom. A few points of light shone up at them, and some shuffling echoed up. Another one of the creatures climbed out and walked past them, as if they weren't there.

Page: She saw the body below. "Hey, isnt that the nut from before?"

Spike: "It's got wings."

Nefarious: "We can see that."

Spike: "You knew a guy with wings?"

Nefarious: "Shut up. Unless you'd like to join him."

Spike: He laughed. "That's okay special ed, someday you'll be a real boy."

Nefarious: "Shut up!" Pushing Spike into the crater.

Chandrell: She sighed.

Oz: "That's Azreal..." She Started climbing down into the pit.

Marcus: "Is he ok?" He peered down at the two of them.

Chandrell: She leapt down in front of one of the creatures, behind Oz. It jumped slightly, cocking it's head to the side, observing them, then began climbing out.

Spike: His foot stuck in a hole. He tugged at it. "Um, little help."

Chandrell: She held out her hand to help him up.

Oz: She leaned over Azreal, and rolled his body over. He had a gaping wound in this chest, where the armor plates seperated. She checked his pulse and breathing and found none. "I think he's dead..."

Spike: "That a good thing?"

Nefarious: "I think so."

Oz: "I think he commited sui-" One of the creatures decended on her from the darkness, pinning her to the ground. "Eep..."

Marcus: "OZ!" He bareled down the side of the pit.

Chandrell: She pushed Marcus away before he could get to them.

Oz: "Please don't hurt me...."

Nefarious: He drew his sword.

Spike: But he stopped him. "Don't piss it off."

The creature bent it's head down, sniffing at her. It seemed almost confused. It sniffed at the others, not releasing her.

Chandrell: "O... k..."

Marcus: "Oz man..."

Oz: She was trembling, eyes clenched shut. "Pleasedon'thurtmepleasedon'thurtme..."

Spike: He stepped closer to it. It ig nored him.

Nefarious: Even with him inching forward with his sword, the thing was only concerned with Oz. But it gave some attention to Page.

Spike: He had an idea. "Hey, bird brain, any part of you human?"

Page: "Yeah..."

Spike: "That's it. It's reacting to you bloody humans. Not that I blame it."

It licked Oz's neck, thinking hard. It growled at her, then began speaking in a strange language.

Oz: She was squirming, trying to get away. "Thanks Spike... That makes me feel alot better..."

Chandrell: She tried to understand the creature but couldn't.

Marcus: "It better not hurt her..."

It huffed loudly at her and stood up, taking her with it. With one swift movement, it hurled her across the chamber and knocked Spike and Nefarious away. It leapt onto the wall of the pit and climbed out into the night.

Oz: Landed with a sickening thud on the other end of the room and didn't move.

Vanessa: She helped Nefarious up. "You okay?"

Nefarious: "I'm fine."

Page: "Oz?"

Spike: He looked over at her. She didn't seem to breathing.

Marcus: He ran over to her. "Oz?!" He started shaking her violently. "Wake up you stupid ^&*%$! This isn't @#*&in funny!!!!!"

Chandrell: "..."

Nefarious: "Move." He pushed Marcus out of the way and proceeded to do CPR.

Spike: He was actually trying to console Marcus. "You know...I would have...but...you know...no breath...being a vampire and all."

Chandrell: "Is she even alive?"

Marcus: "SHUT UP! She ain't dead... that &%*^$ ain't ^%&$in dead...." He choked back a sob.

Oz: She twitched, coughing faintly.

Nefarious: "No she's not."

Oz: She coughed a little harder, rolling over on her side.

Marcus: He jumped up, knocked Nef to the side and pulled her up off the ground into his lap. "Stupid $%^&*..." He was almost laughing.

Chandrell: "Don't shake her too hard..."

Oz: She groaned and opened her eyes weakly.

Spike: "Hi. Welcome back."

Vanessa: "Sure you wanna come back?"

Nefarious and Page: "Shut up."

Oz: ".............Why do you smell like cherries?" She squinted up at him.

Marcus: "Don't ever do that again. I'll kick your scrawny punk ass...."

Chandrell: "How romantic.... Good job, Nef." She rested a hand on his shoulder.

Spike: "Really? Well how 'bout you pass out love."

Chandrell: "...Did you just make a pass at me?!"

Oz: "...Shut up man...."

Marcus: He kissed her forehead.

Spike: "...No...I'm just...stupid." He cleared his throat. "So... what's with the dead...winged...guy...thing."

Chandrell: Crossed her arms and raised an eyeborw at him, then shrugged.

Marcus: "That's Azreal... He's the leader of one of the cities." He was cradling Oz, much to her protest.

Nefarious: "Or was."

Spike: He put his hand up avoiding Chandrell's stare, "And the big nasties, they got something to do with him."

Page: She stood over him, spitting in his face. "Bastard."

Oz: "I think he's one of them.... He looks like them." she escaped Marcus's grasp and limped over to the body, checking for anymore of the creatures.

Chandrell: "I didn't notice that..."

Vanessa: "Great so we got huge _______ clones walking around everywhere."

Oz: "Who knows... They don't like humans though..."

Chandrell: "That takes care of our Zealot problem."

Marcus: "@$#% that! Those things are ^%&*in psycho! Ozma, sit down! You're hurt!"

Spike: "Perfect! ____in' perfect! That things gonna get rid of all my food!"

Chandrell: "You know Spike, you almost had me fooled. It almost seemed like you cared about someone other than youself. But then again, you are JUST a vampire."

Oz: "Will you two stop it?"

Spike: He glared at her. "Oh yeah...well...at least I don't deny it and...and...I hate you and...you have stupid hair!"

Chandrell: "What the hell-"

Marcus: "SHUT UP!!!!!!"

Oz: "This isn't the time guys. We have more important things to think about."

Spike: "Screw this. I'm off to kill some nasties." He crawled out of the pit.

Vanessa: "It'll kill you idiot."

Page: "Not to mention possibley us."

Spike: "What do I care. I'm just a bloody vampire. It or me, no difference." He walked away.

Nefarious: "Good ridance."

Chandrell: She growled, cursing under her breath, "...men..."

Oz: She graoned and eyed the ruined statue. "Wonder what this thing is...."

Nefarious: "What ever it is, it's not good. I say we tear it down."

Marcus: "I'll help you."

Oz: She touched it. "Eww. It's wet..."

Nefarious: He started knocking it down.

Vanessa: "Or..." She waved her hand and it came toppling down.

Marcus: "... You people just aren't any &^*%in fun."

Oz: She wiped her hand on her ripped pant leg. "Gross..." She felt something cold seeping through the hole in her boot.

Chandrell: Felt like she was going to gag. As the statue crumbled, the smell of dead blood became overwhelming.

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Spike: He dragged himself along, his eyes focused on his feet. He was aware of the huge creatures all around him, but just kept walking. But his trance was broken when he heard screaming. He looked up and saw one of the creatures ripping someone apart. *Poor bastard.* But it didn't stop. It had found some humans. It was confused but it was chasing all of them, ultimately deciding to kill them. *Crap.* He ran over to the chaos and jumped on the creatures back. He beat upon the thing but it paid him no attention. He dug his fangs into the thing, thinking of nothing else to do to distract it. But as soon as he did, his body quirvered with a sickening feeling. He thought he might hurl. The rotting sensation took hold of him and pulled back. The creature, unharmed but annoyed, flung Spike off his back. He curled on the ground, writhing with sickness.

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Chandrell: She coughed and climbed out of the pit as quickly as possible, tring to find clean air.

Oz: More of the weird liquid was flowing out of the statue, rising almost above her ankles. It trickled down the steps towards the rest of them.

Marcus: "What's that ^&*%in smell man?"

Screams could be heard in the distant.

Page: (In bird form) Flying out, "It's blood!" They climbed out of the hole as the blood rose.

Vanessa: Hearing the screams, "Oh good, more ____."

Chandrell: She ran off in the direction of the screams.

Marcus: Gave Oz a boost up and climbed out himself.

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Nefarious: "Oh great, more of these things." Seeing the creatures.

Page: (human) "Should we help?" Several bodies parts lay everywhere, but very few people remained.

Chandrell: "Not much point now....." She saw someone laying in the distance, curled up. She edged around the creature to them. "... Are you al- Spike?"

Marcus: He was standing away from ther gory scene, holding onto Oz, who was trying to go and see what she could do.

Spike: He didn't acknowledge her. His eyes were wide open and he gripped his stomach, oblivious to his surroundings.

Vanessa: "What the hell's wrong with him?"

Chandrell: She dabbed at the blood on the corner of his mouth and tasted it, nearly getting sick herself. "Dead blood... He needs fresh blood..."

Page: "Not me."

Andrea: "Nuh uh."

Nefarious: "Don't even think about it."

Vanessa: "Already had that expierence."

Chandrell: "GUYS!! Would you do it for me? Duck!" Part of a body flew in their direction landing a few feet away.

Vanessa: "Um...I think i speak for everyone when I say, no ____in way."

Chandrell: "Fine then..." She darted off in the direction of the creature. She found someone who was still alive, but dying slowly and dragged him back over, he was begging for mercy. "It'll be over soon... Don't be afraid, little one..."

Spike: He rejected at first, twitching. But She forced it on him. He drank and gradually became coherent.

Chandrell: The young man's cries quited as he drank, his muscle relaxed and his face became peaceful. A vision of Bartlett entered her head, but she blocked the thought. Spike seemed to begin to focus a little. "You ok?..."

Spike: "Yeah." His voice hoarse, still fighting back the urge to throw up.

Chandrell: "Drink a little more..." She pushed the mans wrist in his face again. "He's still kinda alive..." She looked down at the body sadly.

Spike: "No," pushing it away, "I'm fine." He staggered up. "Maybe next time I'll just...not do that."

Page: "You're kinda stupid, you know."

Spike: "Yeah. Thought that was clear."

The creature looked around, still smelling humans. It looked down at the pair of vampires nearby and decided it was just the one they were feeding on and began to walk away from the bloody scene it had created.

Chandrell: She eye'd the departing creature warily. "It is to me."

Oz: She joined the others cautiously, Marcus in tow. "What happened?..." She looked a little sick.

Spike: "It was attacking humans. I couldn't hurt it. So I..." His face looked sick. He looked at their clothes, staind a little with the rotted blood. "Did I miss something?"

Oz: "They broke the statue and blood started like pouring out of it and it got in my boot."

Chandrell: "Well, at least we know they're dead now."

Spike: "I just realized something, you saved me." He said with a smile.

Chandrell: "It was payback. Don't push it."

Marcus: "Why don't we mosey on inside. Those things are a little big to get inside the buildings, I hope..."

Nefarious: "Yeah."

They headed inside.

Spike: But he pulled Chandrell aside. "Are you gonna let up a little or am I gonna have to do hand stands for you to think I'm ok?"

Chandrell: "I don't know. Try it and see." She smirked at him.

Spike: "Look love, I'm gettin' tired of this. You know me, if I try and do something I might wind up with sewage in my mouth again."

Chandrell: She put a hand on his face. "Shut up." She kissed his lips and walked away.

Spike: He stood there stuned. "Yeah...well...ok then." He followed her inside.

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Page: "So what do we do?"

Marcus: He returned from searching the house. "I say we chill today and leave tomorrow. There are two bedrooms, the basement doesn't have windows, and there's some food."

Oz: "We need to get to some of the villigaes, warn 'em what's coming."

Chandrell: "We need equipment for that. It could be days before we see civilization outside of the Ring, we'd need daysuits and tents and food."

Nefarious: "Not necesarily. Vanessa can teleport us."

Vanessa: "Why do you always volunteer that?" Page: "I could fly ahead now."

Spike: He had been sitting in the corner of the room listening to them. But now he spoke up. "Listen to yourselves. You're mad, the lot of you. Why is this all on us? Ok yeah we want to help people. But this isn't just the Zealots we're talkin' about anymore, it's those bloody giants, dead giants. I know we'd all like to save the world but it's just not possible."

Page: "So what we just sit here and do nothing?"

Spike: "No. But our wits, our braun, and not even our abilities will stop those buggers. We could run out warn everyone but what good would that do? They can't defend themselves any better."

Vanessa: "So why don't you think of something?"

Nefarious: "Spike's right. It'd be better if we stayed near the statue and figured out how to stop these things."

Page: "And in the mean time? What happens to the people they'll attack?"

Andrea: A grim look came over her face. "Some verses the whole."

Chandrell: "And what do you mean 'Stay by the statue'? Number one, it's deatroyed. Number two, it's submerged in blood. And number three, statues don't talk."

Oz: "... How bout this, we split up. Some of us go warn people, and the rest of us can stay and figure out what's actually going on. I mean, there has to be some sort of information on it in the city. You don't just accedentally commit suicide and unleash a plauge of undead giant wingy things."

Nefarious: He raised his hand wildly. "Ooh, I volunteer to go kill things...I mean...warn people."

Spike: He mocked Nefarious. "Ooh ooh, I volunteer to help kill you."

Vanessa: "I'm all for the staying and avoiding actual helping."

Page: "Helping."

Andrea: "Warning."

Spike: "Which are you Chan?"

Chandrell: "Warning."

Oz: "So that's 5 for hitting the road and at least two for staying."

Marcus: "I'll stay, too. What should we do about the refugees in the lower ruins?"

Chandrell: "Do a thorough inspection of the area. When all the creatures are gone, it should be safe for them to return home." She thought for a moment, "If we go manually, we should raid whats left of the Zealot camp, they should have all kinds of holy goodies and weaponry, we might find something we can use against those things." Nefarious: Running out of the room, "Let's go."

Spike: "I wander what he'd look like with a railroad spike shoved through his head."

Vanessa: "Not much different."

Spike: He smirked. "Alright, follow the idiot to the nasties. But I'm gonna need one of those suits, the sun's comin'."

Andrea: "Aw, I was hoping you wouldn't remember that."

Page: (Bird form)"Let's go Marcus. Vanessa." She flew off.

Chandrell: "The suits are down in the armory. Come with me."

Marcus: "Coming." He helped up Oz, leading her after the others.

Oz: "Good luck guys."

Andrea: "Let's go undeadies. Kill time." She left.

Vanessa: "Oh goodie." She headed after Oz. "Can I go home yet?"

Spike: He exited the building with a smirk on his face.

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Spike: He but the day suit on, his smirk dimming a little. "Oh yeah, this is great." He said sarcastically.

Chandrell: "Bite me, at least you don't have to put this crap on over boobs." She managed to finish jerking the plate over her assets with a loud huff. "What are you smilin' about?"

Spike: "Nothin', nothin'." His smirk growing.

Andrea: "I don't got all day for guys. And in a minute Nefarious is gonna jump outta of his skin."

Nefarious: "Come on! Let's go!"

Spike: "I look like a ghoul."

Nefarious: "You're not far off."

Spike: "Shut up blood bag!"

Chandrell: "Ack! My boobs! They're gone!" She glared at the rest of the group, especially Spike. "Not a word."

Spike: "Am I inclined to find them?"

Andrea: "Spike, Chan, shut up already! L...look what you're doing to Nefarious."

Nefarious: "Can we go now please?"

Chandrell: "NO, but feel free to be inclined to grow some balls and shut up. We're coming." She pulled the vail over her face, hiding her features. "And the first town we come to, we're finding HIM some Retalin." She jabbed a thin finger in Nef's direction.

Spike: "Takes balls to be me and not get killed."

Andrea: "Chan, suppose we kill them right now?"

Chandrell: "No, it won't work. I say we wait until they're asleep and shave every hair off their bodies and cross dress them. It works miricales."

Spike: "Why is it all the girls we hang out with are psychotic?"

Nefarious: "As long as we kill things I don"t care"

Spike: "You're scary man."

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Later that day, the group trudged through the valley that seperated the Outer Ring from the mountains, the Zealot's camp rose silently out of the horizon. The remnants were smoldering and fresh blood tainted the scent of the air.

Chandrell: "They were here. Smells like they killed off our left overs."

Andrea: "How are we gonna warn people if they're alredy dead when we get there."

Chandrell: "Good question...." She stepped into the haze drenched camp nervously. One of the creatures stood up, eyed them and carried on with what it was doing.

Andrea: Seeing the creature questioning them, she became confused. "Wait a minute guys, I'm human. But they've been ignoring me. What's with that?"

Spike: He stepped up to her and sniffed. "I don't smell anything unhuman." But then he hesitated. He concentrated. "I do smell something." He looked at Nefarious. "I smell you. I smell this shit head on her." He leaned over to Nefarious and sniffed. "And she's on you."

Nefarious: Smacking him away, "Get your fucking fang face away from me."

Chandrell: "Gasp! Normally I would ask if there was something you'd like to admit, but this isn't the time." The creature noticed them agian, furrowing it's brow. It grunted at them and continued what it was doing again. It seemed to become aggitated with there presence after a short while, shooting glares at them.

Vicious: His large black ears caught the familiar dry, sarcastic tone. He poked his thin snout out of the burnt tent, sniffing the air, catching Chandrell's scent in the air. He trotted out hesitantly, keeping an eye on one of the creatures who happened to be near by. It was screwing with what was left of his human body, prying the armor off of it with little regaurd to his remains.

Spike: "Man Andrea, if you did what I think you did with special ed, well that's just sad, and a little sickening. What am I saying? It's really, really, really disgusting."

Nefarious: Hurt puppy look, "I'm standing right here!"

Andrea: "No! It's not like that! It's complicated!"

Chandrell: "I'm going to puke. That's like me doing the nasty with Spike! And we have more important things to think about right now..." She was eyeing a large, black, half rotten dog edging towards them. "Vicious? Umm... I think we have a very large and many toothed undead problem guys...."

Spike: "Please, your not a prize yourself love."

Andrea: "Will you shut up? What is that thing?"

Nefarious: "Can I kill it?"

Chandrell: She smacked him in the arm. "Let's just go guys."

Vicious: He sat down on his haunches a few feet away from the group, looking at the creature again. "Ya' know, I really expected a little better outta you, Chandrell. It's not like you to not make sure somethings dead. Now I still have to stay here, with you and the rest of you disgusting lot, while the glow bug uses my armor as a toothpick."

Chandrell: "I love you too, Bartlett."

Spike: "The guy we...he's a dog now?"

Andrea: "Wait, I don't think I wanna know."

Nefarious: "Can I kill it."

Andrea: "Will you shut up?!"

Spike: "So...he's ok?" His face ditorting, "Or do we have a problem?"

Vicious: "Put those things away. You might hurt yourself. Oh. By the way, look out behind you."

One of the creatures lumbered up behind them, sniffing the air wildly. It glared at Nef and Andrea and let out a angry howl, stirring several other creatures.

Vicious: "Happy running." He trotted away, unnoticed by the creatures.

Spike: "Looks like the demon smell's gone."

Nefarious: Grabbing Andrea's arm, "Run!" They ran off in the other direction.

Spike: "Come on love, let's go have some fun," charging them.

Chandrell: "Ya' fuckin' idiot!" She ran after him, face distorting.

Vicious: He watched quietly from one of the ruined tents wondering if he was going to have to help.

One of the creatures swatted Spike away carelessly, persuing the 'humans'. several blocked the pairs exit, lunging at them.

Spike: He threw himself at the thing's foot. It came tumbling down but not without crushing his arm. "BLOODY HELL!"

Andrea: "Call Vanessa!"

Nefarious: "No! Keep running!"

A creature jumped down in front off them grabbing at Andrea.

Nefarious: "No!" >>Vanessa! Get here now!>>

Andrea: She shot at it but it was not fazed.

Nefarious: >>Now!>>

Spike: He cluched his arm and stomped on the creatures head.

Vanessa: She poofed out of thin air and immediately engulfed the thing in fire.

Nefarious: "Watch it! You'll hit her!"

Vanessa: "I've got it, although I can't see the down side to that."

Chandrell: She lunged at one of the creaures coming to the aid of it's fallen commerade. It reached down to attack Spike, but was intercepted by thousands of smoldering, screeching black bats, all of whom bit and clawed with all their vampire bat might. A few caught on fire and turned to dust in their stuggle, but they still warded off the Fallen Angel. She reformed when her energy was spent, smoldering listlessly on the ground.

Spike: He picked her up with his one good arm, his other dangling and whipping with every motion.

Andrea: She beat upon the creature but it still held tight, trying to tear at her leg.

Nefarious: "Come on! Stronger!"

Vanessa: "I'm trying!"

Nefarious: He drew his sword and plunged it deep into the creature, twisting and cutting it across it's body.

Vicious he sighed, watching the pathetic battle. One Fallen one was laying on the ground, possibly confussed or waiting to attack when their backs were turned, one was stumbling about blinded, and another was trying to rip off the human girls leg while he was being jabbed with a sad little sword and set on fire. He ambled out of the tent, readying for a good strong pounce, his body lengthening, rearanging itself...

The creature dropped it's captive in suprise as a man sized, zombie dog attached to it arm, claws and teeth digging into it's skin.

Spike: He looked up, "Well I'm glad he's on our side now."

Andrea: The creature tugged at her leg. "AHHH!"

Nefarious: "Andrea!" He pulled the sword out and found another place to stab.

Vanessa: She looked at Nefarious's urgency and stopped the fire. "You love her! Let the bitch die!"

Vicious: He bit into Andrea's shirt, ripping her away from the creature, and running out of the camp as fast as he could, dragging her. He tried to yell "Follow me!" but the message was muffled by her clothing.

The creatures turned their attention to the remaining members of the group now. One attacked Nefarious and soon the others followed, him being the only one that smelled of human.

Andrea: She followed the dog out of the camp.

Spike: He placed Chandrell out of the way of the fighting. "Wake up soon love." He kissed her forehead and ran off to help the others.

Nefarious: Looking at Vanessa, "Anytime you wanna jump in here and help is good." He swung his sword.

Vanessa: "Why are the even attacking you? You're not human."

Spike: Sensing she knew something, "Andrea's blood splattered on him in the fight. He's got that nasty human smell on him."

Nefarious: >>Thank you.>>

The creatures slowed their attack and eventually wandered away.

Spike: "I think it's safe to say the smell is gone."

Chandrell: She groaned after a few moments, stirring. Her body felt like it was on fire and she tasted dead blood on her lips. "...Is anyone out there?..." She strained to open her eyes.

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Vicious: He licked at the oozing gash in his side as he sat in the shade. He looked up at Andrea after a moment. "What was that all about?"

Andrea: "Long story short, crazy winged guy killed himself, near a statue, and now these things are going around killing anything that even smells human." As soon she said this her face turned pale. "Nefarious! He smelled..." She got up and ran back to the camp.

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Spike: "Good morning darkness."

Andrea: Out of breath, "You're alright." She hugged Nefarious.

Vanessa: She glared at Andrea, fire glowing in her eyes.

Andrea: "O...k..."

Nefarious: "You ok?"

Andrea: "Yeah." Seeing Spike's arm. "Eww, what the hell's wrong with you?"

Chandrell: Kicked Spike's leg weakly. "...Bastard... This is your fault..." She tried to get up, and only managed to squirm a little. "Is everyone ok?..."

Spike: Pissed now, he was really yelling, "What the fuck did you want me do?! They were coming after them! If I had done nothing you would've yelled at me! I can't win either way!" He glared at them and realizing there was no point he grabbed his arm and ripped it back into it's socket. "Bloody fuckin' hell!" It still dangled.

Chandrell: "My god! Will you put a sock in it?! You don't impress me, ok? Now, as I asked before, is everyone at least in one peice?" She rolled over onto her side and struggled to he feet, her body screaming in protest.

Nefarious: "We're fine."

Spike: "That's it isn't? Don't flatter yourself love. Not everything I do is for you. Contrary to popular belief I do actually have some kind of life and why the fuck I ever wanted to involve you in it is beyond me!"

Chandrell: "I'm not in the mood. Where'd Vicious go?" She avoided looking at Spike. Her body was trembling, protesting the dead blood she'd taken in. She took a few uneasy steps towards the rest of the group, willing herself not to collapse.

Spike: "Fine. I wash my hands of you."

Andrea: Trying to end the arguement, "He ran me out of the camp. We should go find him."

Nefarious: "You going back Vanessa?"

Vanessa: "Hell no. You think I'd leave you here with her?"

Nefarious: "Vanessa, nothing will happen. Go help the others."

Vanessa: Stomping her foot, "Fine." She vanished.

Andrea: "Spike you wanna go back there?"

Spike: "Shut up." Still trying to fix his arm but all he did was make it worse. "Ughhh!" He sighed, "Let's just go."

Chandrell: She fell behind the group quickly, still willing herself not to show weakness.

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Vicious: He was resting under the tree still, watching them in amusement. "Well, you all look a little worse for ware." His strange dog 'grin' widened watching his excompanion struggle towards them, still fairly far off.

Spike: He sat against a rock and nursed his arm, groaning quietly in pain every time the bone pinched the muscle.

Andrea: She noticed Chandrell struggling and went to help.

Nefarious: "So...thanks for earlier. But who exactly are you?"

Vicious: "I'm Vicious Bartlett, and if you care to know anything else, intarogate the bitch and leave me alone." He layed there for a moment, gazing at the two girls approaching, then glanced at Spike. "Poor fool."

Chandrell: She didn't accept Andrea's help, still acting too stuborn to admit her defeat. "Thanks though... Are you ok?" She eyed the girl's torn up clothes, waiting for an answer.

Andrea: "Yeah."

Spike: Looking up, "What the hell does that mean?"

Vicious: "You know, once you get past the bad attitude and the harsh coments and the general cynicism, she's a nice girl." He paused looking dirctly at Spike. "What am I saying, she's a cold little brat that talks too much and has an ego disproportionate to what is actually there to be proud of. You shouldn't bring yourself down to that level. You seem intellegent enough, you can do better."

Chandrell: A few minutes later she dragged herself to the tree and collapsed, her body protested louder than before, and the rising temperature and blazing sun didn't help her condition, even with the daysuit on.

Spike: "I'd argue if I could," still pissed. He looked over and saw she was in pain. Looking down at his arm, "She ok though?"

Vicious: "Who cares? If she dies, one less vampire to deal with in the world." He rested his head on his paws.

Chandrell: She twitched, curling into the fetal position.

Spike: He still wanted to be pissed. "Nasty bitch," he cussed. He gripped his arm, walked over, and knelt down next to her. "What do I do?"

Vicious: "How the hell should I know, I kill your kind, not help 'em." He rolled onto his side with a soft sigh.

Chandrell: She twitched again, her eyes were open, and she was mouthing something. Her eyes glazed and shut, her mouthing slowed and stopped, she lay completely still.

Spike: He looked at Nefarious and Andrea, pleading in his eyes.

Nefarious: "Stupid vamps, didn't you learn the first time? Besides, I don't know how fresh my blood is."

Andrea: "Aw man. Fine."

Spike: "Give me your wrist." She did and shoved it in her face.

Chandrell: She lay still, not acknowledging Andrea's hand in her face.

Vicious: "Yay! She's gonna die and I'll be free!" He wagged his partially rotten tail happily.

Spike: She didn't notice her arm. "I'm sorry Andrea." He dug his fang into her wrist and cut it. The blood trickled down and he shoved it into Chandrell's mouth.

Chandrell: She stirred a little, the sweet coppery taste hitting her tongue. She sucked a little, trying to get more. Her eyes opened narrowly, casting about blurrily. She didn't release the source of blood despite the fact she couldn't identify it.

Vicious: "Aww damn."

Spike: She was taking to much, Andrea was getting dizzy. He pulled at her wrist but she didn't stop. "Chandrell! Let go!"

Nefarious: He watched nervously, ready to stake Chandrell if it came to that.

Chandrell: She was sitting upright now, fangs pushing deeper into muscle. Her hands were wound crushingly around Andrea's arm, keeping her from escaping. She knocked Spike away from her, growling and wrenching Andrea's wrist harder, trying to get more blood.

Vicious: He was on his feet now, growling back at Chandrell.

Nefarious: "No!" He grabbed Andrea, who was struggling to stay awake.

Spike: He took Nefarious's sword. He grabbed Chandrell's hair. "Forgive me." He plunged the sword into her stomach, making her loose focus and release.

Nefarious: "Andrea! Andrea!"

Andrea: "Dizzy..."

Nefarious: "Sit." He held her up right so she wouldn't fall asleep.

Spike: He pulled the sword out as gently as he could and waited for her to respond. "I'm sorry."

Chandrell: She choked for a moment, blood running down her chin, her face reverting to normal. She wiped her mouth with the end of her fingers staring at the blood there. She looked up at Andrea and her bloody arm. "Oh my god... I'm sorry... sorry..." She looked down to the wound in her stomach as it healed, her mind lost in shock.

Vicious: "Stake her... She's too dangerous to take chances with."

Spike: He picked up a stick and threw it at the dog, "Shut up." He eyed Andrea. "Is she ok?"

Nefarious: His voice low. "She will be."

Spike: Turning back to Chandrell. He checked her stomach. "Don't yell."

Chandrell: "Andrea... Oh god... I'm sorry..." She was nearly climbing over Spike, triyng to get to Andrea.

Vicious: "See, she wants to finish her off! The violent little bitch got a taste of what she likes and wants the rest!"

Spike: A little pissed at being ignored, "Look dog, you need to shut up." Turning back to her, "But if it's true I won't hesitate again."

Chandrell: "Tell her I'm sorry..." She looked at Spike pleadingly, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't be here..." She fell very still. "Go ahead."

Spike: A little stunned. "Shut up. We've got enough mellow dramatic shit around here." But she didn't move. "I'm not going to stake you Chandrell. Deal with it."

Andrea: Her eyes closed.

Nefarious: "Hey! Hey!" He snaped his fingers in her ear and jerked her awake. "You don't get off that easy. Stay with me now."

Vicious: "Where are apposible thumbs when you need them?!"

Chandrell: "I almost killed one of my friends, man..." She seemed to have calmed down a little now, she took a deep breath.

Spike: "Like you're the first to do that."

Chandrell: "Shut up. Just SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She bitch slapped him as hard as she could. "I don't care what you think or what you say. I've been systematically starving myself since the day I was created, trying to avoid something like this. And you come along with all your unfounded notions about me and screw everything up, the result of which was nearly the loss of life at my hands. And now you think I want to hear your "comforting' words about how everyone goes through the same phase?! WEll FUCK YOU!!!!!!!"

Spike: His cheek stung. He just stared at her. "I..." But he stopped. He slowly got up and stood over her. "I'm trying..." He turned his back on her and went to find a spot rest.

Chandrell: She got up, her body revitalized, stinging her with shame. "Fuck this." She started walking away, in no particular direction.

Vicious: "Ooooook then...."

Andrea: She grew more coherent.

Nefarious: "I'm sick of these vamps." He saw Chandrell leaving. He shouted, "Hey Chandrell come back! I'll take you up on that stake!"

Chandrell: She stopped and turned. "Come and get me then. I don't care. Free shot."

Vicious: His tail was wagging again. "Are you?!"

Nefarious: "Give me that stick." He picked twig up from the ground and marched over to her.

Andrea: "No! Stop it!" But she was still too weak to get up.

Nefarious: He raised the stick.

Spike: But he twisted his arm and threw him against the tree. He held him by the neck. "I don't like you asswipe. Don't give me reason to kill you."

Nefarious: He grabbed his dangling arm and twisted it.

Spike: He yelled out in pain. With his good arm, he smashed his fist across his face, knocking him to the ground. He picked the stick up and turned to Chandrell. "You hate me, that's obvious." He put the stick in her hand. "But if you hate yourself that much...then you do it. I won't have anyone else kill you." He stepped over Nefarious. "You don't want me to comfort you, you don't want me to do anything. The world's on your shoulders alone. It's all on you. Well fine, now it really is. I can't not be a vampire. You hate me for that. And I don't know what to do, you make me hurt." He headed back to the others. "But for some reason, I'm hoping you'll stay."

Chandrell: "Whatever..." She tossed the stick to the ground, "I'm outta here." She turned walking away from them, towards the mountians and the next town. *I'll do it on my own then... didn't want your help anyway.*

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Marcus: "I never realized how absolutly boring Azreal was. I mean, we sit here, going through his library for nearly eight fucking hours, and don't turn up one shred of smutt! This man had no sex life."

Oz: "Thank you Marcus, now I have that wonderful thought in my head. And aren't we SUPPOSED to be looking for information, not his Playboy stash?"

Marcus: "Oh yeah..."

Oz: She rolled her eyes, going back to what she was reading. "Hey guys, according to this there's a dormant vampire colony outside of Trena. That's the first town the others will come too, isn't that weird? It doesn't say much about it though, apparently the leader's an Elder. I wonder if they could help us."

Vanessa: "I doubt it, they're just vamps."

Page: "Spike should have a field day."

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Spike: "We should get going."

Andrea: She attempted to stand but fell back down. "Yeah."

Nefarious: "She's not good yet. I'm gonna stay with her."

Spike: "Dog?"

Vicious: "Whatever." He stood up, stretching his partially rotted body. "And my name is Vicious, not 'dog'."

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Chandrell: She walked into Terna, four days after she'd seperated from the others. The town was heavily warded, though ineffectively. Her wounds had healed enough to allow her to walk without the daysuit, making her less noticable. She walked up to the first person she saw. "I need to speak with the leader of this town." She was directed to a small old man's house on the othrer side of the town, near a huge church. By lunch time that day, she was relaxing in a jail cell, waiting to be given to the Zealots when they returned from the Outter Ring.

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Spike: "Ok, DOG, probably not a good thing if humans hear you talking. So, and I mean this in a caring way, zip your howling screamer." The odd man in a full day suit and rotting dog walked into Terna.

A few people eyed them, rushing their children inside.

Vicious: >>I don't think the nasties have been here yet. This is a good thing... I hope.>>

Spike: "These people are giving me the wigs."

Vicious: >>They're very superstious. A vampire and a zobified dog just walked through their wards and are simply waltzing along like nothing happened. They're probably terrified.>>

A pair of women walked past them, whispering. "...the second time today! Did you see the other one?..." They eyed them both warily. A man stepped in front of them, dressed in priests garb. "You're kind are not welcome here."

Spike: *Second time?* "We're just passing through."

Vicious: >>Second time?>>

"Please leave a little faster. Your presence is unnerving the citizens. The dog's especially." The man was clutching his holy symbol so hard his knuckles turned white.

Spike: "We will...but uh...have there been anymore of my kind?"

"Yes. Please collect her and leave. You're very lucky that our faith teaches forgiveness. She would have found her end at the hands of the Zealots, not that that is nessecarily a bad thing. She is in the jail beneath the church." He lead them away, much to the relief of the other towns people.

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Chandrell: She woke from her cat nap at the sound of the distant doors opening.

Spike: "I can't leave you alone for two minutes can I?"

Chandrell:She peered at him from the darkness. "Ohhh, shut up." She got to her feet, stretching and scratching her head with a yawn. She leaned on the bars in front of him. "They didn't believe me."

Spike: "How could that possibly be?" He said sarcastically. "Ok so let's go."

Chandrell: "And you wonder why I'm always mad at you." The priest unlocked the door, releasing her. She simply smiled at them and walked out.

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Spike: "Alright jail bird, what do we do know?"

Chandrell: "How the fuck should I know? Where are the others?"

Vicious: >>We left them behind.>>

Spike: "It's gonna be night soon. I say we just stay here. I can't wait to get rid of this bloody suit."

Chandrell: "Poor baby. Trust me, it's an improvement." She winked at him.

Vicious: >>Blech. Kill me now.>>

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Lee: His dark eyes open pain stakingly, his entire body felt like rock. He gazed about his chamber hungrily as his breath returned. All of his humans were dust now, as were what young ones that had been left. His harem was sleeping peacefully despite the foriegn light peircing the air. A single enormous creature entered the room almost blinding him. It opened it's great wings and tossed him a small, unconcious child. He grinned at it.

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Andrea: She stirred.

Nefarious: "Hey, you ok?"

Andrea: She turned on her side. "Yeah."

Nefarious: "What's wrong?"

Andrea: "You were gonna kill her."

Nefarious: "She was gonna kill you."

Andrea: "You...you can't do that."

Nefarious: "What?"

Andrea: "You can't act like you care. All this is...it's just...we're not together. You can't act like you love me. You're Vanessa's."

Nefarious: "Not for long. I'll be yours soon enough."

Andrea: "Just...I'm going to sleep."

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Spike: "I'm free! I'm free!" He threw the suit on the ground.

Chandrell: "Mmmm... Freak." She yawned, opening her eyes from yet another cat nap. The sun was gone and the sky was streaked with stars. The air was warm and crisp as it blew in soft breezes about them. She could hear a faint melody from the town below, it was familiar but she couldn't place it. The town itself was alive with activity, which seemed strange considering how uptight the inhabitants were. "Looks like they're havin' a party."

Vicious: "That's very starnge. When I passed through with the army, they fled inside at night."

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Lee: He grinned at the congregation. Every last human in the place was sobbing, nude and tied down. The pastor shot wicked glares at him as he finished fusing his 'fireworks' and nodded to the handsome creature at the door. "I'm very sorry that you all can't join our celebration, but, you know how it is. You build oversome ones home, they get a little mad. But at least you get to see the best part, my happy little sky show! Preach away little man." The little childlike vampire slapped the priest on the back and exited the church. He stepped out of the door and threw his arms out to his brood and family. "Let the party begin!"

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Spike: "Those aren't humans. That's a brood."

Chandrell: "A big one. Must be an elder, there are some sucubi down there... Those things are down there too."

Vicious: "So which elder is it?" His briliant red eyes cast about through the crowd, but all the revellers looked the same. "I think the humans are finish- HEY! Wait up!!!"

Chandrell: She edged into the thrashing masses, Spike behind her. An incubus grabbed her by the arm, licking her ear, then released her in frustration after deciding she wasn't his type. It grinned at Spike and began reaching for him.

Spike: "Suaght off! I don't go that way." A sucubi reached up behind him and began to tease him into dancing. "I'll go for that." ^-^

Chandrell: "Demonic whore..." She continued to shoulder through the crowd. After a few moments she realized she recognized some of the vampires around her. "Uh oh..."

Spike: The sucubi still playing with him. "What?"

Chandrell: "Lee. Badness." >.<

Spike: "Yeah...bad...right...uh..." The sucubi headed south. ^-^

Chandrell: "Grrrrr...Nevermind then." She glanced around, deciding her forbiden presence hadn't been noticed. *...I really need to stop making enemies that live as long as I do...* "Don't play with that Spike, you don't know where it's been. Though I have fair idea." She muttered the last bit under her breath.

Spike: "Aww, alright. Bye love." He tore himself away, much to the disapointment of the sucubi. "I never get to have any fun."

Chandrell: "It slept with a 13 year old, sweetie. Do you really want to go there?" A vampire brushed between them, eyeing them in confussion. Chandrell smiled and waved. "Look, um, technically, I'm not allowed to be here. I could get in some serious decapitation type trouble."

Spike: "Alright. So you want to save the humans I'm asuming."

Chandrell: "Fuck them. The little ones'll be immortal soon, so there's not a big problem there, Lee spoils his brood. I'm personally more worried about myself." There was a slight hush in the crowd, all eye's driffting to the highest tower of town hall.

Lee: His slender form balanced gracefully on top of the clock tower of city hall, all of his children peering up at him and his agonizingly tall companion. "I hope everyone's enjoying themselves. The buffet will be open after the fireworks. Today we begin a new age!"

Spike: "Who the fuck is that?"

Chandrell: "Lee. Now shh."

Lee: "If you are loyal to me, then we will dominate the human scourge. They will be but cattle to us. Vampires will rule once more alongside the Watchers and the world will return to his proper state!"

Spike: "Oh I like him."

Lee: He went crescent eyed, claping his small hands together. "But now my children, Get a good seat for our skyshow, but not to close. I wouldn't want my pretties to get hurt."

Chandrell: "Figures." She was being jostled as the crowd backed away from the church at the end of the street.

Spike: "Skyshow?"

Chandrell: "He's gonna blow something up." After a few moments the group started counting in clan tongue, Chandrell joining out of habit. The air filled with human screams, then the hungry rumble of the chruch exploding in flames, showering parts of the now rampaging crowd in sparks and debris. The smell of burning bodies drifted around them. Children started crying not far away, screaming and begging for their mommies and daddies. "And that's the begining of his party."

Spike: He stood there, "Oh fuck."

Chandrell: "Did I mention my family's insane?"

Lee: He gigled lightly, grinning over his shoulder at the Fallen Angel. He looked back down in the street, all of his children were happy. His eldest were making short work of the children and the youngest were entertaining themselves destroying the town, waiting for their turn for dinner.

Spike: "This is a little sick, even for me."

Chandrell: "Not much we can do here except get caught. Let's go." She started trudging away, shoving past a sucubus desperate for some attention.

Lee: He settled in on his perch to watch his family enjoy itself, when he noticed two figures that seemed out of place.

Spike: "If this is your family Chandrell, then I just got a whole big insight into you."

Chandrell: "And you wonder why I hate vampires so much."

Lee: He materialized before them, smiling and crescent eyed. "Aww, my little ones, is something not to your liking?" He opened his eyes, looking at Spike first, not really noticing Chandrell, who was stepping back nervously.

Spike: Face distorting, "Nah, just antsy. Waitin' for my turn to feed."

Lee: He blinked. "I knew you didn't look familiar, you're not my brood. Oh well, an extra pair of fangs attached to such a matured form is always welcome. And you are-" He looked to Chandrell, smiling features turning rock hard, his glimmering blue eyes turning the color of chilled steel. "I suppose there's an explanation for YOUR presence here, little boil."

Chandrell: She was unintentionally hiding behind Spike now. "I was leaving. Please master, I'm not here to bother you or the brood."

Spike: "It's my fault actually. I sensed the vamp fest and saw she was a vampire. I was unaware of who she was, I thought she was coming too."

Lee: "I don't like liars." His eyes glowed, his energies thrusting into Spikes, draining them away. "I don't like little girls who don't behave either. I told you to stay away from us bitch."

Chandrell: She looked around for some sort of help, a few vampires had gathered, but none came forward. "...let him go..."

Lee: "You are in no place to make demands bitch."

Spike: His mouth went dry. "What the hell?" His stomach clenched. "...blood...please..."

Lee: "You two are ruining thye occasion for everyone. You are very selfish people. Selfish people have to die." His energies dug deeper into Spike's, curling through and begining to attack Chandrell's.

Chandrell: She was trying keep Spike on his feet. "We'll leave if you let us."

Lee: "NO. YOU'VE OVERSTEPPED YOUR BOUNDS TOO MANY TIMES LITTLE GIRL. YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED." His connection broke with Spike, ataching to Chandrell fully.

Chandrell: She struggled for a moment, her movements slowed and her legs couldn't hold her weight any longer. She tumbled to the ground, her body disentegrating into dust.

Spike: "NO!!!" He made a useless dive but she was already gone. He looked up at Lee with both fear and hatred.

Lee: He grinned, features returning to their usual, boyish glee. "Hm. If I'd know she'd be that easy to dispose of, I'd have destroyed her hundreds of years ago. Oh. I guess you were attached to her. I'm sorry for your loss. But if you don't mind, we're trying to have a celebration here, and you were'nt invited, so please leave." He gigled, crinkling his nose.

Spike: He stood up and towered over Lee. But he knew he couldn't touch him. He gathered up Chandrell's clothes and slowly walked back out to the woods.

Lee: He grin widened, and his eyes glinted strangely as the stranger left.

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Spike: On the ground lay Vicious's corpse. Chandrell had gone and with her so too did Vicious curse. He let himself collapse and felt the tears drip down the sides of his face.

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Marcus: He was sound asleep, face planted in the book he'd been 'reading' before he'd fallen asleep.

Oz: She flipped through yet another useless book and tossed it over her shoulder angrily. They'd spent four days in the dusty old library, to no avail, and hadn't heard anything from the group.

Page: Dodging the book, "Whoa."

Oz: "Is anyone else about to rip out their hair and do the monkey dance as they watch what little of their sanity is left float away?"

Marcus: "...fuckin' pancakes, mofo..." He turned his head in his sleep.

Vanessa: She came into the room. "Guys...they're back."

Nefarious, Andrea, and Spike, who avoided all of them and sunk into a chair, came in.

Page: Searching the group, "Where's Chandrell?"

Nefarious and Andrea lowered their heads.

Spike: Throwing her things on the table, "She's dead."

Marcus: He started awake when what was left of Chandrell hit the table. "Huh?! Wha-what'd I miss?"

Oz: "What happened?" She hopped down off of the ladder.

Spike: His eyes blazed through the floor.

Nefarious: "She's dead, what does it matter how?"

Oz: "I'm sorry, Spike."

Marcus: "I guess this means new stratagy time, huh?" He shut his mouth before he could continue, feeling Oz's evil eye boring into his skull.

Vanessa: "We haven't found anything in days."

Andrea: "Maybe we should..."

Spike: "That's it huh? She's gone and everybody's fine with it."

Andrea: "No man. But our problems haven't gone away. There's more important things."

Spike: "Yeah." He got up and stormed to the basement.

Nefarious: "I myself am not missin' the bitch."

Oz: "You have to be THE biggest asshole on the face of the planet, if not the entire universe. And you know what? When you die, I'm going to stand around and say good ridance to bad trash, and I never liked that bastard anyway. And then I'm-"

Nefarious: "I'm immortal you pinn head."

Marcus: "Chill guys. That isn't helping anyone either. Look, to those of you who have been gone, we've done nothing but search and we haven't come up with a single thing. We need to search this house from top to bottom and find any more books he had here."

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Spike: He stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do with himself. Suddenly, he picked up the nearest thing and threw it. He carried on for a while, thorwing things and punching the wall. Finally, when he grew tired, he just stopped. He was unblinking, his mind racing. His mind wouldn't allow him to stop replaying it. The more he missed her, the more Lee's face burned in his eyes, and he longed to rip him to shreds. Then it hit him. *I'll bring her back.* Knowing the others would object, he quietly made his way back upstairs and outside.

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Spike: He made his way to the lower ruins, where all the 'freaks' still hid, unaware that the zealots were wiped out. He moved his way through the crowd, scanning for what he needed. The magical scent caught his nose and he saw the witch. He made his way over to her.

She seemed unfazed despite his distorted face. "What do you want?" She asked.

Spike: "A spell."

"There are several spells, which do you seek?"

Spike: "Resurrection."

Her eyes grew wide, "Nasty business that. I won't be giving something like that to an amateur."

Spike: "No, see that's where you're wrong." He grabbed her up by the arm. "Tell me how it's done or all you'll be is my dinner."

She was silent.

Spike: "Or I could keep you alive for months. Just a matter of smaller doses. But the pain is just as great if not worse." He growled and leaned in on her neck.

"Ok, ok. But I'll need some things."

Spike: "Get em' quick."

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Draven: She mimiced the little vampire boy she'd just consumed. Her thin veiny skin thickened and changed colors, and bones began to form, supporting the hollow flesh of her little bubble body. When she was a he finally, he burped and excused himself as he walked out into the street unnoticed. He'd always thought the Outer Ring had more people in it, but it didn't really matter, she was just supposed to get a book from the idiot's collection and take it back to her commander. She slipped down into the ruins silently, passing a young, frightened woman. She entered the next chamber and sighed. This was going to be a long night.

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Spike: He pushed the witch upon the ground.

She grumbled at him, spreading her supplises around her. "Number one, this doesn't always work. And number two, the people you resurect don't always come back as people. So if this person turns up as a mouse or something it's not my fault. Oh, and number three, there's a good chance that if they do come back, they'll be an infant. With all that said, I need her body, or at least a peice of it."

Spike: He leaned into her face, "Look here witch, I don't like mistakes. GET IT RIGHT OR YOU WON'T EVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY!!!"

She was shaking a bit, nervous. "A body part?"

Spike: He had gotten some of her dust from her clothes. It was in a bottle. "Here." Throwing it to her.

"This is dust."

Spike: "Good eye." He said sarcastically.

"This person was a vampire."

Spike: "What of it?"

"N...nothing."

Spike: "N...n...nothing. Hey stuttering mary, get the fuck on with it!"

She began the spell.

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Draven: He made his way through the crowd in half the time he'd expected. He pushed the door into the coridoor open quietly, slipping into the quiet darkness. It shed the vampire boy's visage and rolled down the hall as it's bubble self.

*poof* Program 13: "For those of you who are getting confussed, Draven is asexual. When Draven changes form, Draven gains a sex. That is the reason Draven's gender keeps changing.For all intensive purposes, and the character's personal prefrence, Draven will be refered to as 'she', even when this may not be nessecarily true."*poof*

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Page: Becoming frustrated, "Ughhh! How do you unleash a whole bunch of homicidal cretures without leaving any kind of reason!"

Oz: "I know!!"

Marcus: "Maybe there's another library. Didn't one of you find a map of the ruins?"

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Draven: She finally came to the tower barred doors she'd been looking for. She took her favorite form, a young woman with silver hair and violet eyes, and for lack of a better term, zapped the door. Several wards lit up and faded away as they were cancled, and the enormous doors swung open into the Grigori's library. She smiled and skipped in happily, pulling the doors shut behind her.

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After hour of meditation and arranging and divining, the witch began to flip through a small, shabby looking book, repeating some phrase that she found there and took a dove from a cage. Held it by the legs, letting flap wildly as she held it above a stange charm covered in Chandrell's dust. "Spirits I invoke thee as your humble sister. Bring forth the revnant of the one named Chandrell." The amulet began to glow.

Spike: He saw the form of an infant take shape, but it continued to grow into the form of a nineteen year old. But as Chandrell took shape, Spike's body trembled and ached. "Wh...What did you do?!"

"I don't know, I didn't do it. Two souls have returned." The glowing stopped and there lay the nude human Chandrell. Her hair and nails were as if the had never been cut and she had no speech, for she had grown nineteen years in ten minutes.

Spike: He fell against a wall. The trembling had stopped. But know the images of horrible bloody murders flooded his mind. His soul had been restored and he could feel the pain and hear the screams of terror of everyone he had ever killed. "Oh my...make it stop. Make it go away!"

"No. Where is it you live?"

Spike: He couldn't think straight, but he managed, "Library...winged guy..."

"Azreal? Ok, ok. I'll get you there." She went back to the lower ruins for help.

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Oz: "Stupid bastard, why couldn't he write in simlpe common?"

Marcus: "Well, this is the armory... I think... Fuck man. This is beyond gay."

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Draven: She flitted about the library, trying to match up the piece of writting she'd been given with the books around her. She heard a soft creak in the darkness, and light footsteps trailing about the room. She reverted to bubble form, lifting her self above the shelves. One of the Fallen Ones was searching the room.

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Chandrell: Her mind felt like it was on fire, and her body was horribly sore. She tried to get up, but nothing about her worked. She strained to figure out where she was. She thought she might have fallen into another ring of Hell when she grabbed Spike's soul, but she didn't know.

Spike: They were riding in the back of a cart. He was slowly going insane, everything replaying in his mind. Every scream, every nasty action, every drop of blood spilled at his hands. He rocked himself back and forth, muttering nonsense to himself. "Blood...blood...they always laugh...all in time, all in time...mother carries the flood...cold...cold cold cold cold cold cold..." He looked over at Chandrell, who had been covered up but was still shaking. He took his leather jacket off and placed it on her. "Help...they always want help...dark."

Chandrell: She was sort of getting her grip on reality. It wasn't dark anymore, and she wasn't in 'him'. She could see Spike, and hear him, but he made no sense. She wanted to sit up but she couldn't. She reached out and grabbed onto his shirt weakly when he put his coat on her.

Spike: He looked at her hand with the kind of fascination of a child. He held it gently. "Lost...all of it...you did it...you lost it...I found you...again and never..."

Chandrell: She squeezed his hand gently. She felt hungry and cold and tired, but that felt alright at the moment. She tugged on his shirt a little trying to get him to lay down.

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Draven: Her thin skinned body floated down behind the angel, stalking it. It seemed to notice her presence, looking about cautiously at it reached up to take a book down. The creature was enveloped in darkness suddenly, it's body being degraded and broken down. It struggled for much longer than any thing else Draven had ever eaten, nearly escaping more than once, but then it stopped moving altogether. She tried to process all of the DNA and take it's form, but the creature was to complex and it overloaded her mimic body. She rested on the shelf where it had been reaching, waiting for her body to calm back down. She burped loudly.

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Oz: She opened the door to the basement quietly and peered down the stairs. "Spike? You down here?" She stepped down onto the next stair, looking around. "Are you in here?"

Vanessa: "Oh shit. Who knows what that fuckin' retard is doing?"

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Spike: He couldn't sleep, but his muttering had stopped, though he still made no sense when he did speak. He was just very quiet. His eyes focused on Chandrell. He seemed confused. "I hurt you?"

Chandrell: She opened her tired eyes and nestled down closer to him, shaking her head a little. She went back to sleep.

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Oz: "Did anyone see him leave?"

Marcus: "Nope. Not this little black fuck lovin' duck."

Oz: "Thank you Marcus." She rolled her eyes.

Andrea: "You don't think he...he wouldn't try to bring her back?"

Nefarious: Sighing, "This should be fun."

Page: "What's wrong if he does?"

Oz: "I hope she heard everything you said and comes back and kicks you in the nads, quite frankly." She glared at Nef.

Marcus: "Um, the only thing wrong with it is that it completely goes against fate and nature. Duh."

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Draven: Her systems finally calmed down, she reverted to her favorite form. She glaced at the lyrical scwral of angel on the peice of paper and back at the book the Fallen One wanted to take. It was the same book.

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Vanessa: "This isn't good."

Andrea: "What if she comes back wrong?"

Nefarious: "Even if she did hear me Oz, it's nothing she didn't know already. I was gonna stake her mysel...

He was interuppted by a knock at the door.

Oz: She stuck out her tongue at him and opened the door slightly, not recognizing the woman standing in the hall. "Can I help you?"

"Um...I'm not sure. I have these two strangers with me. The one mentioned something of Azreal. They're in bad condition."

Oz: "O..k..." She opened the door wider. "Azreal's dead, but we'll see about them."

Marcus: "I get voulenteered for everything."

The witch stepped back, eyes wide. "What? No."

Oz: "Nonono! That's not what I meant! He commited suicide!"

Marcus: He nudged her out of the way, "We can help. Blondie just isn't that good with introductions."

Still a little unnerved, "Uh...the girl may need to be looked at. And the one vampire is just muttering nonsense."

Oz: "Vampire?" She let the witch lead them to the the pair.

Chandrell: She was sleeping quietly, using Spike as a pillow. Her body was very thin and unnaturally pale.

Spike: He looked straight at them. "Shhh. Sleeping...she'll see it and leave."

Marcus: "What? Daaamn, that's what's under all that armor?" He grunted as Oz kicked him in the shin. "I was jokin'!"

Oz: She looked over at the witch, "We know them, it's alright. Spike, let's get Chandrell inside, ok?"

Spike: He pushed their hands away. "You'll all scream when it returns...to finish it." He picked her up and carried her inside.

Chandrell: She mewled softly, her eye's fluttering open momentarily. She glanced around at the blurry world around her, still unable to decide where she was. She felt like she was going to starve.

Marcus: "Oooooook. That was disturbing..."

"There's something you should know. He came to me to resurect her, which as you can see made her human. But although I only called for her soul, another came with it. That's when he started doing the crazy."

Marcus: "Are you a fucking idiot?! Why would you do a resurection spell anyway?! They're taboo! The Creators kill people for that kind of thing!"

Oz: "Marcus, calm down. Come on. Thank you for helping them Miss Witch-type-person."

She sneered at marcus and left.

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Page: "Spike. Chandrell."

Vanessa: "She okay? No scales or anything?"

Spike: He sat her down in the chair. "Hurt...won't take it though...no same."

Nefarious: "What the fuck?"

Spike: "Food...need."

Andrea: "O...k..." She went to Azreal's kitchen. She came back with a piece of cheese.

Spike: He sat on the table in front of Chandrell and held it up to her mouth.

Chandrell: She came out of her slight haze at the smell of food. She paused confused, it was regular food. She hadn't craved human food in hundreds of years. She took it from Spike, not sure what was going on and bit it. She strained to chew, and managed to swallow it after some labor. Her stomach growled at her, urging her to take more.

Spike: "The smells different...no pain."

Vanessa: "What the fuck is going on?"

Andrea: "Spike what's wrong with you?"

Spike: He eyed her wrist, the scar from Chandrell still healing. He held his head, "She lost it...but it's still here... it's still inside." He hit his forhead. "They won't shut up!"

Chandrell: She forced the last of the cheese into her mouth, chewing laborously again, and swallowing. She reached over and took the hand he hit himself with gently. She wanted to talk, she wanted to do something, but her body felt clumsy and sore.

Vanessa: She concentrated on Chandrell to read her mind. "Go ahead Chan, think something."

Chandrell: *What the fuck is going on? Why am I eating normal food, why can't I move properly, why is Spike going on like a mad man, and most of all WHY THE HELL AM I NEARLY NAKED?!*

Vanessa: "Well judging from what's in Spike's head, and remind me never to go back there again, you died. He brought you back and made you human. Oh yeah, and you brought his soul back and he's not likein' the history of Spike's murders 101. Clear everything up?"

Chandrell: *Negatory, big V. I'm supposed to be in hell right now... I'm lost and hungry... This isn't fair.*

Vanessa: "Few things are. You're not lost, you're here with us and as for hungry there's a kitchen in here. All I can say is you know how to pick your friends."

Chandrell: *Why do you have to be the only one of us with empathetic powers?* She rubbed Spike's hand weakly, holding onto it like a child would.

Vanessa: "I'm not. But I didn't think you'd want to talk to Nefarious."

Oz: "Well, since everyone is here now, let's discuss the REAL issue here. What are we going to do about these winged lunatics? There's no information on them, we don't know how to fight them, and their trying to destroy manknid."

Page: "There's not much we can do."

Andrea: "What about the glowing? It all started with that huge light."

Marcus: "None of us got a really good look at the light, but we do know it came from the statue. It definently was some sort of spell, I have no fucking idea what kind."

Nefarious: "So what if we just destroyed the statue?"

Spike: "Can't...swallowed...all gone."

Vanessa: "Is there something we can do to shut him up?"

Page: "No he's right. The statue's under all that blood."

Chandrell: *Not to mention, you DID destroy it.*

Vanessa: "Ok so...basically we're just screwed."

Page: There's gotta be something in there that'll stop them. I think we should go in after it."

Andrea: "Who the hell would wanna go swimming in blood." She said looking at Spike.

Spike: Backing away from her, "No, no no no. It's not the same."

Page: "It's dead blood idiot."

Oz: "And even if we do go down there, we can't bring it up, or what's left of it anyway, it's huge."

Marcus: "I might be able to dredge it up... I don't know if blood reacts like water does though, yo."

Vanessa: "Excuse me, but while we're looking for a way to kill these things, who's gonna babysit paralyzed and psycho here?"

Spike: "Bitch."

Nefarious: Laughing, "He's not completely gone."

Chandrell: *I'm not paralyzed, I'm movement impared! And I can stay here with Spike.*

Oz: She looked at the map in her hand again, momentarily and noticed that two words matched. "Hey! Maybe there is another library! The marking on the library in here and one room in the ruins match, maybe that's what the other one is."

Nefarious: "Sweet answers."

Page: "So let's go, if I have to stay in this house another second I'll scream."

Oz: "Ok then, let's go peeps. Chandrell, are you sure you two will be ok?"

Chandrell: *Tell her we'll be fine.*

Vanessa: "She says they'll be fine. Learn how to speak fast. Your head is way too human for my taste."

Chandrell: *Picky picky.*

Marcus: "Well come on you fuck heads. Hurry up before I kick all y'alls punk asses!!" He was already out of the kitchen.

Page: "You scare me man."

They left for the other library.

Spike: "I should help. No, it won't work."

Chandrell: She looked at him curiously.

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Draven: She sighed loudly, wiping the sweat from her brow as she released the circle and looked at her new orders. She flopped onto one of the huge chairs in the room, sending out a cloud of dust around her.

'.....The book is not complete. It is useless without the rest of the final sections. Five pages have been removed. You must find them. I can only begin to tell you how angry HE is, much less how mad I am. As you know, any of my abilities are at your service, as will continue to be. You beter finish this fast. He's getting nervous and imaptient...' The letter was signed with a small scribble of Angelic.

She groaned and rested her tired head on the arm of the chair.

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Spike: He paced a little in the middle of the room. Finally he stopped and rested his hands on the wall. "It was wrong, I did it wrong. Too many..." He flipped onto his back and slid down the wall to the floor. With a tiny giggle, "...and all bad little boys get punished."

Chandrell: She sat there, mostly immobile, only able to watch him pace. *What the hell is he going on about?... > She tried to speak, but only a few meaningless noises came out, much to her frustration.

Spike: He saw her trying, "You're still broken."

Chandrell: She managed a low growl and tried to get up, falling onto the floor. *MOTHER FUCKING I HATE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* She scowled and tried to crawl a little, determined to make her body work properly.

Spike: He helped her up and stood her there. "Stop, can't have you dying twice. You'll work soon."

Chandrell: She slumped against him with a huff. *Well... he's sounds like he's coming around at least.*

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Marcus: "Is THIS one it?"

Oz: "Um.... no...." She squinted at the map. "I think we took the wrong hall again, guys...," she gigled nervously, glancing around at the others.

Nefarious: "Where's the fuck this damn place?"

Vanessa: "How the fuck should we know?"

Oz: "Maybe... someone else should read the map?..."

Marcus: "Uhg..." He rubbed his forehead in frustration. "My god Oz, how the fuck have you not gotten your bloody ass lost before?!"

Oz: "...Blind luck and stupid accidents?

Andrea: Ripping it away, "Oh just give the damn thing!" She studied for a little while. Then pointing to the right, "This way."

Marcus: "You better be better at that than her."

Oz: "Well, fuck you too, Marky-warky." She stuck out her tounge as the corner of his eye twitched.

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They opened the massive doors opening into the tremendous library. Awwing for a moment, they quickly remembered themselves and started searching books.

Draven, she had been about to get up when the doors opened, she froze.

Marcus: "Finally."

Oz: "Creators... You'd think they'd have a common section at least."

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Spike: "No talking...yelling if I got you pissed."

Chandrell: Sighs.

Spike: "You're human. Scarey. None of it's weaknesses, none of it's strengths."

Chandrell: Sighs agian, getting more confussed by the minute.

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Draven: She turned bubble and floated upwards quickly, trying to avoid attention as one of the intruders rounded the corner of the bookcase.

Marcus: "This stuff is ancient..." He pulled down one book and sifted through it, awing at the neat, hand written words. His tiny light spell hovered about his head impatiently, flickering and wishing to be released back into the air.

Page: She browsed up and down the aisles. But then she noticed something above the bookcase, a transparent like creature. "What is that?"

Draven: Acted natural (a.k.a: bubble-like)

Oz: She came over to where Page was. "What's what? Oh! Look at the bubble! That's odd. Why would there be a bubble here?"

Page: Curiousity taking hold, "Can I pop it?"

Oz: "I... guess so... I don't know why not..."

Marcus: He studied the bubble curiosly as well. "It might be a ward. So if you die a horrible poisoned death from popping it, we'll know you've disabled it."

Draven: >>Step off it bitch! You can't pop me! HISS! FEAR ME!! I AM SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!>>

Andrea: "What the fuck?!"

Vanessa: >>Like I haven't heard that before.>>

Oz: "O...k..."

Marcus: "That was pretty fucked up..."

Draven: >>You cannot talk to SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!! SIIIIIIIIIIIIIN NO talk to you feeble minded mortals! HISS!>>

Nefarious: Pointing to Vanessa, "Me and her, not mortals."

Page: "Me neither."

Draven: >>Oh.... Well... Um.... SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!>>

Oz: "What a strange little bubble..."

Marcus: "Fucked up's more like it."

Page: "What are you doing here?"

Draven: >>None of of your business!>>

Marcus: "Tell us or we'll pop you."

Draven: >>I'll eat you first.>>

Marcus: He grined, but Oz elbowed him.

Nefarious: "Promise?"

Andrea and Vanessa: Simultaneously hit him upside the head.

Nefarious: "Ow! Just kidding."

Page: "I;m bored with you now. Let's go guys."

Draven: >>WAIT! Why are YOU here?>>

Page: "None of YOUR business."

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Spike: He knew he looked crazy, but he really was so he couldn't do anything about it. He left Chandrell and went to the library. He had been surpressing his pain to try to seem somewhat sane. But now his head was flooded. "SHUT UP!!" He banged upon his head. He went back to Chandrell. "I gotta go...the witch...make it stop. Won't be gone long."

Chandrell: She watched him, unable to do much else.

Spike: He raced out the door.

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Spike: Back at the lower ruins, he searched for the witch. But as he wandered through the ruins, the word spread and they hid the witch. Despite they're attempts to protect her from Spike, he smelled her out, grabbed her up, and dragged her out.

"Let me go!"

Spike: "No! You're stopping it." He took her back to Azreal's house.

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Andrea: "Come on, we gotta get back to looking."

Draven: She floated down to them cautiously. >>Looking for what?>>

Marcus: "Fuck off, it ain't your business bubble bitch."

Nefarious: "Don't provoke the bubble."

Oz: "Yeah, it might eat you." She snickered.

Draven: >>Harr harr asshole. What are you LOOKING for?>>

Andrea: "Information...on these huge creatures."

Draven: >>The angels? WHY? WHAT DO YOU KNOW!!>> She was human now, pinning Andrea to the bookshelf.

Marcus: "What the fuck?!"

Andrea: She pulled her pistols out and shoved one into her rib and the other at his manhood, "Back off."

Vanessa: Besides we don't know much. Winged guy killed himself and these things came out...statue...oh yeah and we can't hurt them."

Draven: "Whatever. Sorry, touchy subject. And watch where you're pointing those things. Why are you researching them?" She (currently a he) loosened her grip on her.

Page: "They're killing people."

Andrea: Retracting the one pistol in his rib, "Humans specifically."

Draven: "Well, yeah. They're the ones who fucked up the Grigori's entire existance. There's little chance you'll destroy them..."

Oz: "Buuuuuut...?"

Draven: She smiled a little.

Andrea: "I don't like you." She gripped the gun and pulled the trigger, seperating him from his manhood.

Nefarious: Cringing and curling, "Ow...ooo..." >_<

Marcus: "Eep... I didn't need to see that..." He averted his eyes.

Draven: It grew back after a moment. "That was VERY rude!"

Andrea: Retracting the pistol, she smirked.

Nefarious: "I'm sorry babe but you just don't do that. It's...it's just not right."

Draven: "Eh, doesn't bother me that much. Now, I might be able to help you,if you help me of course."

Marcus: "How do you just get over that?"

Page: "Breathe Marcus, breathe."

Vanessa: "Depends on what u want."

Draven: "A few of pages to a book. Oh, quit yer bitchin' ya pansy."

Oz: "Poor thing. Like what book?"

Draven: "How should I know? It's some top secret Hell business. I just take orders."

Andrea: Yeah well how would we know where they are?"

Nefarious: "They might not even be anywhere near here."

Page: "Um guys pulling pieces of paper from her pocket. They scattered to the floor and she scrambled through them. Picking one up, "Would this help?"

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Spike: The three of them sat in the kitchen. The witch was nervous of the crazed vampire. "Fix it, fix it now!"

"I don't know what you want me to fix."

Spike: "Not all there...too much."

"You don't make sense."

Spike: "Just...first she's broken. Fix her," pointing to Chandrell. "She can't talk. I can't think...too many screams. FIX IT!!!"

"If I return her to her past living state, she may become a vampire."

Chandrell: She glared at Spike, violently shaking her head.

Spike: "No...just DO IT!!!!GO BACK EARLIER!!!!"

"Fine, fine. I need to get stuff again. I'll be back." She got up, moving towards the door cautiously.

Chandrell: She glared, trying to get up.

Spike: He stood in front of the door. "I've got things. Get it done!"

She began the spell. She delved into Chandrell's mind. She pushed past her vampire mind, driving into her memories, searching for anything. Her mind focused on a troubled little girl, she was bouncing a ball in an empty school yard. She was dressed in dirty clothes, covered in scars, and her only companion was a dog. The world seemed to darken around her, the street lights exploded, showering the ground in sparks as a little boy entered the school yard, smiling. Her mind flashed to several scenes of the little boy, settling on her staring in the mirror. She took in that image, all the muscles and proportions and scars. She began chanting a few simple sylables, Chandrell's body began glittering. She started chanting the words backwards and the glow faded into Chandrell's skin, her body writhing and stretching as muscles and scars returned. Halfway through the process Chandrell began cursing.

Spike: "She works."^-^ "Now make them go away."

"I can't. Those are your memories, I won't get rid of your memories. Besides, you deserve this. With all you've done to people, you should feel bad."

Spike: His face distorted.

But she didn't flinch, "I'm leaving now." She quietly walked out the door.

Spike: His face returning to normal, "At least you're fixed."

Chandrell: She was panting, rolling over onto her stomach. "Spike?..."

Spike: "Are you ok?"

Chandrell: "Yeah... I think... Are you?" She got up and scratched her head.

Spike: "No...doesn't matter." He tried to smell any demonic prescence. "You're...it didn't come back did it?"

Chandrell: "No... I don't think so. I'm hungry..."

Spike: He gave her some more food. "Can you move?"

Chandrell: "Yeah." She ate quietly. After a moment she got up pushing back her hair behind her ears. "Um.. Thanks for getting me back to kinda normal... I think..."

Spike: "Figured it was better than hell."

Chandrell: "Yeah..." She kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Spike: He caught her lip and kissed her.

Chandrell: She pulled away after a moment. "We better go help the others." She started walking towards the door. She stopped. "...Where'd they go anyway?"

Spike: "Library." But being a guy, "But they can take care of themselves."

Chandrell: "I suppose they can." She smiled at him a little. Lingering in the doorway, waiting for him.

Spike: Following excitedly, "We must find something to pass the time."

Chandrell: She nodded, smiling slightly.

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Draven: "Well, yes. That certainly makes the job a little easier, assuming thats what this is actually about." She was studying a piece carefully.

Andrea: "What is it?"

Nefarious: "This is where the pages are," thumbing down the list.

Draven: She shoved him away. "Back off! I'm reading!"

Vanessa: "So we just go here and there and get the pages. Sounds too easy."

Page: "It isn't," pointing to some places on the list, some being half way across the world.

Vanessa: "Oh."

Draven: "One's with Lee. Uhg, that's just a bad day waiting to happen. The last place is buried under a mountain. Two are in here somewhere, the problem with that is more than apparent, and the last is in the asswipes personal library, so that on will be the only one that should be easy."

Andrea: "Great. So we'll just go get all these things with HUGE MONSTERS WHO DON'T WANT US TO FIND THEM BREATHING DOWN OUR NECKS!!!!">_<

Page: "Breathe, breathe..."

Draven: "Pretty much. But at least you'll have a little fire power now."

Oz: "Like what?"

Draven: "Hell magicks."

Nefarious: "So let's get to it. Oz, Marcus, you look for the two here. Vanessa, Page, you take the one at Azreal's place. Draven, you got the mountain."

They disperesed.

Vanessa: But as they started towards Azreal's house she pulled Page back.

Page: "What?!"

Vanessa: "Change into bird mode. We're going with Nef and that whore."

Page: "Vanessa...maybe this is one of those times where someone tells you to do something and you ACTUALLY LISTEN."

Vanessa: "No, this is more fun.

Page: "You don't need to act like a jealous bitch. Either he likes her or he doesn't. No big deal."

Vanessa: "Did I ask for your opinion? Just morph bird brain."

Page She did so and discretly flew behind Nefarious and Andrea.

Vanessa: She waitede for some distance between them and then stalked after them as well.

Draven: "Why do I get the dark place?" She turned into a bubble, summoned a seal and diappeared in a flash of glittering light.

Oz: "I guess that leaves us with ... this..." She sighed and scratched her head.

Marcus: "Joy of ultimate fucking joys."

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Andrea: "Alright let's get in and get out. I really don't wanna be back here."

Nefarious: "Oh come on. This wouldn't be fun without a few blood thirsty vamps waiting to kill us."

They crept over the sleeping sucubi, incubi, and child vampires. They started to search through his stuff.

"Can I help you?" A single sucubi was sitting up in the huge bed. "Are you here to bring an offering?" It's black hair fell over it's pale skin. It's tatered lavender wings fluttered slightly.

Nefarious: He unnoticably pulled out his sword. "Not exactly." He swung the sword and her head fell from her neck.

It cursed for am oment as it's body incinerated in a cloud of glittering light. The flash awoke several others in the room.

Andrea: "Oh goodie."

Nefarious: "Run, let the demons fight."

Andrea: "Be out soon." She fled the room.

Nefarious: "Ok bring it you kid sucking filth!"

Several got up, yawning, waking still. A incubus seemed to become aware of the situation first. "Hey! You're not supposed to be here."

-----In the hall-----

Lee was strolling around the halls of the nest, plotting. The angel's had left to attend some business else where. A human slammed into him.

Andrea: "Whoa! Sorry." She ran past him.

Lee: "Wha-? Hey!" He seized her shirt roughly, jerking her back.

Andrea: "I'm sorry. I'll leave." She twisted away from him. He didn't seem happy. "Look, you're all worried about me, I just wanna leave, when you really should be concerned with my friend killing your harem in there."

Lee: "Hey...." He grabbed her arm again, wrenching it to his face. He sniffed at the wound on her wrist and growled. "You know HER. Come along." He jerked her towards the the bedroom.

-----In the room-----

Nefarious: He sliced the incubus's head off and kicked another one down.

Several of them stared at each other, not sure what was really going on. On sucubus chimed in behind him somewhere. "Why don't you just leave? It's very impolite to break into someones house and start killing their harem."

Nefarious: "I'll be gone soon enough. I just need to find something."

Lee: He stepped in, dragging Andrea behind him. "Really? That's interesting, because I just found something." He thrust Andrea before him.

Andrea: "Hey! Stop throwing me around!"

Nefarious: "Shut up Andrea." He stepped infront of her and pointed his sword at Lee. "All I'm here for is a page. A page in a book and we'll be gone."

Lee: "Hmm. I have many pages to many books. I don't see what is so important about a page from a book." He glanced down at the sword and began crushing Andrea's hand. He smiled, "Was he mean to you little ones?" Several of the creature started talking and whining up at him.

Andrea: Trying to twist away, "Ow...little bastard."

Nefarious: "Let go or I'll chop it off. You're making this much more difficult than it is."

Lee: "Well, you're not helping." He smiled, hearing a satisfying crunch from her hand. His nails sliced into her skin. "You know, if you had asked politely first I might have been much more obleiging.

Andrea: She was trying to push him away but his grip wouldn't loosen. Silent tears rolled down her cheek.

Nefarious: His eyes burned with fire as blood came dripping out of her hand. But he controled himself. "Ok ok. Please let her go."

Lee: "Umm... No." He smiled happily at him. "Now leave. You're not allowed to interfere. But if you care to repent and join my self and the Watchers, you're more than welcome."

Nefarious: "I'm not leaving without the girl." While Andrea thrashed for freedom he hacked through his wrist.

Andrea: She fled behind Nefarious.

Lee: The bone grew back, glistening white and tinted with thick black blood. His face became completely still, and shadowed. "You're not leaving at all."

Vanessa: She poofed behind Lee. "I beg to differ." She waved her hand sent Lee flying across the room. "Now would be a good time to run!"

Nefarious: "Go!"

Andrea: Gripping her hand, she ran outside.

Vanessa: "You too."

Nefarious: "Here's good."

Vanessa: Lee stumbled up and she flung him again, his body knocking into the bed. There under the matteress was the page. She held him in the air and engulphed him in flames.

Nefarious: He dove for the paper. With page in hand he ran out.

Vanessa: She dropped Lee. "This was fun. We're gonna have to do this again sometime." She smiled and poofed from the room. Once outside she poofed all four of them back to the library.

Lee:He stood up, from where he'd landed, engulfed in flames he couldn't feel. He'd transformed, he looked starved and insane, his black hair untamed and dirty and his eyes were now just black holes. His body turned to mist shedding the fire and persuing them silently.

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Draven: She swatted away a spiderweb and hopped haphazardly over a ruined colounm and tumbled onto her ass. "I hate this I hate this..." The hell light floated around her, mocking her. "Oh shut up."

Lara: Shoving the tip of her sword at the base of Draven's neck, "Who the fuck are you?"

Draven: "I'm angry, and tired, and I'm being followed around by an evil peice of hell fire and I'm sick of you zombies! That's who I am!" She pulled her own sword on her, turning and dodgeing the blade of the other womans sword (Draven is in her favorite form, so she's female).

Lara: "I'm not a zombie." Eyeing the sword. "You better get that pathetic excuse for a blade the fuck away from me."

Draven: "I don't care. And it's better quality than the likes of you will ever see.......... What exactly is the likes of you?" She eyed the woman cautiously.

Lara: "Try human." Taking a few minutes to analyze her, she decided she didn't like her. "Now get the fuck out."

Draven: "You don't have much in the way of people skills, do you? I'll leave when I get what I came for."

Lara: "What are you looking for?"

Draven: "A piece paper."

Lara: She pulled it out of one of her many pockets. "Like this?"

Draven: "You...just carry it in your pocket. This is an ancient relic! WHAT IF YOU'VE MADE IT UNREADABLE IN YOUR GRUBBY POCKET YOU MORON!!!"

Lara: Her faced filled with anger, "Look you little piss of shit, I'd be a little nicer to me if I were you..." She took the paper and placed it on the end of her sword, "...or I could always just rip it to shreds."

Draven: Turning into bubble form she swallowed the paper and half her sword. Calling a seal she opened a portal and rode in, forgetting to close it. >>MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I AM SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!>>

Lara: "O...k..." Seeing her half eaten sword, "Hey! Bitch!" She dove in after her.

Draven: >>FOOL!! I'M INVINCIABLE!!>>

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Oz: She was studying a piece of paper she'd found in one of the books intently.

Marcus: He tossed another one of the huge tomes onto the table behind him with a sigh. "Why'd we get stuck with this? We've been doin' this fucking job for the past week!"

Vanessa: She, Andrea, Page, and Nefarious poofed into the room. "We got it."

Draven: Came flying out of the portal. >>MWAHAHAHAHA!!!>>

Lara: Barrelling out after her, "You're gonna pay for that! I like that sword!" Seeing her surrondings and the people gathered she beacame nervous. She changed her half eaten sword into a rifle and aimed at the rest of them. "Who the hell are you people? Where the fuck am I?"

Marcus: "This week just keeps gettin better and fucking better by the minute. You're the wack job that just barged in lady, you tell us who the fuck you are."

Draven: Reformed in her favorite body, hiding behind Oz with the paper in her hand. "She's a disrespectful zombie loving slob with anger management issues! That's who she is!"

Oz: She looked up, blinked at the group and went back to reading. "..Uh-huh..."

Lara: "Ok, you're gonna tell me where the fuck I am right now or I'm gonna start to get trigger happy here. Don't make me go postal."

Vanessa: "Do we have freak magnet somewhere?"

Page: "Ok calm down."

Lara: "You calm the fuck down!"

Andrea: Looking at Draven, "Why is she so pissed?"

Lara: "Oh I don't know. Maybe the fact that I just got ATTACKED BY A BUBBLE THING AND SUCKED THROUGH A PORTAL might, just might, have something to do with it!"

Draven: "Oh you RAN through it you evil hick! Don't even fool yourself!"

Marcus: He shook his head and started going through more books. "Ya'll are fucked up."

Oz: "Uh-huuuuuh....."

Lara: Eases up on the rifle and calms down.

Page: "O...k... Maybe we should go check on Spike and Chan."

Andrea: besides the one at Azreal's place, do we have all the pages?" Still wincing at the pain from her hand.

Marcus: "Nope. We haven't found the ones in here. Unless, that's what Oz has been staring at for the past hour."

Oz: "Uh-huuuuh.... Wait! I mean no!"

Draven: "There's more of you and what ARE you looking at anyway?"

Oz: "It's a translator... that translates squiggly lines into different squiggly lines."

Nefarious: "How helpful." Andrea: Trying to make her hand heal right, "This is not a good week for my arm." She went off to the bathroom to wash the blood off.

Page: "So all we need are the last three pages."

Lara: Completely lost, she sunk into a chair. "Can I go home now? Or at least do something?"

Vanessa: "Huh? Oh...sure. Go...go get our friends."

Lara: "Whatever."

Draven: "Could you be a little more enthusiastic?"

Oz: "Fine, I'll go see about the one in the other library." She glared at Draven and started to leave.

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Lara: "So what's up with you people and pages?"

Oz: "That bubble chick says they're important, and we're trying to stop some wack job angel things. We kinda got desperate for information and now we're starting to get somewhere.... I think." She opened the door to Azreal's house.

Lara: Walking in, "So you need help killing stuff?"

Oz: "Yeah."

Chandrell: She heard the door open and people talking in another room.

Spike: "Bloody hell."

Chandrell: She gigled a little, and kissed him again and bit his ear.

Oz: "Spike?! Chandrell?! Are you guys still here?!" She flipped on the light in the hall.

Spike: "I think they're home." He kissed her again.

Chandrell: "Who cares?" She nipped at his shoulder.

Oz: She went to the stairs, and found them, much to her disturbance. "Ewwwwwwww... Spike?! You're screwing a vegtable?! No offense Chandrell! I have to puke now...."

Spike: Ignoring her, he bit at her lip.

Lara: Seeing Oz's reaction, she satarted to laugh hystarically.

Oz: "Ew ew ew ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" She went into another room.

Chandrell: She groaned softly into his lips and bit back. Her arms wrapped around his body, pulling him closer.

Spike: He flipped her on top.

Lara: "Ok guys, now's a good time to stop."

Chandrell: She giggled again and stopped.

Oz: Gagging in another room. "That wasn't cool..."

Spike: Moaning in protest he stopped too.

Lara: "Grow up man."

Oz: "It's my best friend and and and Spike. Who's a vampire, so I don't understand why... Ewww..."

Chandrell: She began searching for what little clothing she'd been wearing before. "Poor thing."

Spike: Giving the evil eye to Oz and Lara, "Who's the newbie?"

Lara: She threw Spike his pants. "My name's Lara." *That looks too good to be undead.* ^-^ She followed Oz out.

*poof*Cherry: ^-^ *poof*

Spike: He got dressed. He kissed Chandrell one more time before coming of the staircase and into the living room. "Do you know everything?"

Lara: "Well kinda...no not really. All I know is there are things that need killing...and pages."

Spike: He sunk into the couch.

Oz: "I guess you feel beter then..." *EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!*

Chandrell: She came in, covered though not necessarily clothed. "I missed something. What's going on?"

Oz: "I missed something, you're not a veggie?"

Spike: Smiling, "No."

Lara: "I've missed everything."

Chandrell: "Here's a general rundown. Big winged asshole man, army of zealots. Now dead winged man, and no more army of zealots. Now an entire army of winged thigs that are near invincible and are undead, teamed up with my exmaster and his army of daywalkers are trying to herd and or kill the entire human race. Did I get everything Oz?"

Oz: "Yeah."

Lara: "O...k..."

Spike: "We're not big on explaining."

Lara: "Uh huh." A little un-nerved.

Chandrell: "Welcome to our creepy, ass kicking, high death toll family."

Oz: O.o

Lara: "Good to be here...I think."

Spike: He got up and excused himself.

Lara: "Is he ok?"

Vanessa: She poofed into the room. "He's got murder issues...in the sense that he killed hundreds."

Lara: "What the fuck?! Where...how did you?!"

Vanessa: "Shh. Try not to think, you'll hurt yourself. I was bored. Did you find it yet?"

Oz: "Find it? Hey! Wait a second! You were supposed to be the one looking here in the first place. Where were you anyway?"

Chandrell: "I found something." She flashed a satisfied grin and followed Spike.

Lara: "Ugh you people are wierd, and not in the good sense of the word."

Vanessa: "I...uh...hey never mind where I was. I was helping." She stuck her tongue out.

Oz: "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah....."

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Spike: He sat against the wall.

Chandrell: She came in and sat beside him silently. "You know, you're not the only one. I know it doesn't make it better, but it should make it a little less painful."

Spike: He sighed. "Yeah. It's...there's too many. And they're all here in my head."

Chandrell: "Would it make you feel better if they were, persay up your ass?"

Spike: He glared at her unamused. "Ha ha ha." Thinking about it, "At least they'd be muffled."

Chandrell: She kissed his temple and held him to her.

Spike: "You likein' the human feel?"

Chandrell: "No. It blows, I forgot how weak and frail humans actually are. And I don't have any of my abilities anymore.... I'm just silly little vampire hunter Chandrell with no Vicious and no Hel.... You're all I got left in the way of a force to stand behind."

Spike: "Aww, I feel so special. Grass is greener Chan."

Chandrell: "No... it looks about the same actually. A nice chemical, radioactive green."

Spike: "This won't go away, will it?"

Chandrell: "Nope." She kissed him again and got up, stretching. "Well, let's go and be heroic and all that fun shit. Maybe we can end the suffering in a blaze of angel ass kicking glory.... Did I just say that?"

Spike: "I do believe so." He got up and headed inside. "That spell worked all too well."

Chandrell: "Ah! I'm perkified!"

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Chandrell: She made her way into the ruins to the armory and dressed and armored herself properly. After a few moments she looked like her ancient Covenenat self again.

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Draven: She adjusted the translation again and repeated the spell, this time summoning a demonic chicken. "Ok... that's just wrong...."

Marcus: He was sitting on the table laughing at her.

Page: She cracked up and mockingly hid from the demonic chicken.

Vanessa: "Try again bubble butt."

Draven: "Shut up low level hell spawn!"

Marcus: "Greeeeeeat comeback fuck head."

Draven: "Grr..." She tried to translate it again and use the spell. Nothing happened, so she repeated it, and again nothing happened. "Ooookay."

Nefarious: "This is getting sad."

Andrea: "If my arm didn't hurt like hell I'd smack you with it."

Page: "Back off guys. I'd like to see you do better."

Draven: "Seriously! You guys are probably the problem."

Chandrell: Suddenly appeared, very confussed and the demon chicken pecked her. "What the hell?!"

Marcus: He fell over laughing so hard, tears streaming down his face.

Draven: "Oh... Did I do that?"

The room laughed hystarically.

Andrea: Gasping for breath in between laughter, "Wait, she talks...and stands."

Draven: "I'm a miracle worker! Yay me!"

Chandrell: "Who the hell is she and what's with the CHICKEN?!" She kicked it and it spit fire at her. "ACK! DIE CHICKEN!!" She pulled out a gun she'd hidden (guess where, ahem!) and shot it, but it kept moving and started chasing her. "FUCK!"

Vanessa: She poofed into the room. After laughing emensly at the scene she poofed the chicken away. "Oh that was great.":-)

Chandrell: "That wasn't cool."

Draven: "Actually... I kinda was." She giggled a bit.

Marcus: "Kinda?"

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Lara: "Pagey...where are you page."

Spike: "It's not gonna answer back."

Lara: "Fuck off."

Oz: "He's right. Hey! Where'd Chan go?"

Spike: Looking around, "Chandrell?"

Lara: Looking at a piece of paper, "Wierd doodles."

Spike: He took it from her. "That's a page."

Lara: "Oh. OH YAY ME! I found a page."

Spike: He laughed at her enthusiasium. "Come on. We should go find them now that we have...hey where'd that demon bitch go to?"

Oz: "Everyones disappearing! Oh god! Maybe this place is cursed! Just kidding."

Lara: "...yeah... But in any case I wanna get the fuck outta here. I'm gettin' a major case of the wigs."

They headed over to the library.

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Page: "When did she not become a vegetable?"

Nefarious: "Awww bring the demonic chicken back. Hahahahaha."

Chandrell: "Fuck off, Nef. Don't make me kick your ass. Or tell Van what you've been doing."

Nefarious:O.o >>YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!>>

Vanessa: "What? WHAT HAS HE BEEN DOING?!" Glaring at Andrea. "OR WHO?!"

Nefarious: >>THANKS FOR SETTING THE BEAST LOOSE!">>

Vanessa: "SOMEONE TELL ME RIGHT NOW! YOU KNOW I'LL JUST READ YOUR THOUGHTS." She began to read Nefarious mind before she even finished talking. Her eyes grew wide and she flung him through the doors.

Lara: Nefarious flung past them, Vanessa coming out after him, her eyes a fire red. They inched past her into the library. "What the fuck happened?"

Vanessa: Everytime she waved her hand Nefarious flung into the air and back down again. "YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THAT TO ME?!"

Andrea: She started out after them to help Nefarious.

Spike: But he pulled her back. "It's probably best if she forgets you exsist right now."

Nefarious: She flung him again and he coughed up blood. When he hit the ground he dove at her feet knocking her down. He clawed at the jewel in the middle of her chest.

Vanessa: She threw him off. "Don't you get it?! You can't hurt me! I own you!" She flung him a few more times before she grew tired. "Be glad my powers exhausted, or your whore might not live." She walked back into the library. She glared at Andrea, who attempted to say something but she smacked her across the face.

Lara: "Well that was disturbing."

Andrea: She went outside and attempted to help Nefarious up.

Nefarious: But he wouldn't move. Several things were broken and even with him being a demon it would take a few minutes before he could get up.

Andrea: She sat down next to him and wiped the blood away from his mouth.

Chandrell: She stepped into the hall and stuck out her tonuge. "Paybacks a bitch, huh? But don't worry, I won't let her hurt Andrea. You on the other hand..."

Oz: "I don't get it."

Marcus: "Me either. Ya'll are fucked up."

Draven: "Oh... maybe that's the problem, I'm missing half the spell... Goody! Page!" She snatched the page and hugged it. "No more chickens!.... I hope...."

Page: "Aww I liked the chicken."

Nefarious: He tried to yell something back but instead rolled onto his side.

Andrea: "You're entitled Chan, but not now k?" She helped Nefarious back into the room.

Lara: "What's going on?"

Spike: "I'm staying outta that freak show."

Lara: "Should I be worried."

Spike: "Not unless you've got a thing for special ed over there."

Chandrell: "Hey, he mocked me when I was dead!"

Draven: She started rearranging the pages, making the everything make sense. She began translating the last page they needed (Marcus found the other two a little while ago) so she could try the spell again.

Oz: She plopped down next to Marcus, tired, disturbed, and confussed. "So bubble girl, what is the spell supposed to do?"

Draven: "Summon some sort of non-chicken otherwordly power. I only know about it from belial, who knows about because he's a fallen angel and the Morning Star's right hand man. I really hope it's not something furry."

Lara: "Are sure you know what you're doing?"

Spike: "No she doesn't. So that of course makes her perfect for the job." He said sarcastically. He walked into the hall to Chandrell. "You want me to finish him off for you?"

Chandrell: "No... Stupid human honor... Ugh... I hate being human... Again..."

Draven: "Screw all of you." She raised her hands and began reciting the words she'd translated, hoping they'd have the same affect as the original. The room glowed bright blue, almost to the point of blinding all the inhabitants. Everything began to disolve and turn into light. And all the beings in the room took on their true form and were healed. A soft creaking sound penetraed the light and bright flashes like reflection from gears appeared and became rythmical. They were inside of a huge, sprawling room whose walls were covered in gears as the light faded. Several fire covered beings became aware of their arrival and watched them, their mouths moving but not speaking and not stopping either.

Page: "O...k..."

Lara: Noticing that everyone was lack of clothes she attemptted to cover herself. "Oh fuck! WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!"

Spike: He stepped in front of Chandrell.

Nefarious: Still in too much pain to care he sat down.

Vanessa: "Oh yeah, this just keeps gettin' better and better."

Draven: >>I think it worked...>>

Chandrell: Not noticing her lack of clothing, entranced by the moving walls. "....Wow....." She was at a loss for words after that.

Oz: Almost as held in awe as Chandrell. "Where are we?" Her attention focused on the brilliant creatures around them.

Marcus: "Damn..."

Spike: "Uh Chandrell...you might wanna stay behind me."

Chandrell: "Wha-?"

Page: "You're naked sweetie."

Draven: >>No! I'm a bubble! Can't change! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!>>

Vanessa: Being the spoiled brat that she is, she wasn't paying attention to the surroundings. She glared down at Andrea and Nefarious.

Lara: "Ok, where are we?"

Spike: "More importantly, who are they?"

Draven: She gave up trying to change into anything and looked around, and then at the creatures. >>I'd bow if I could... Those are Seraphim, if I'm correct... They won't be doing much talking to us.... They only sing the praises of the creators.... They're so beatuiful....>> Her mind voice seemed awe struck and softened.

Chandrell: "So that means we're in heaven?..."

Draven: >>Blech! Not hardly. We're inside of one of the other planes though... I believe you call it the Symphony? Where all of creation is harmonized.... Or at least that's what the Morning Star called it last time I was in his presence. This must be why they wanted those books so bad down there... To get back to the Creators...>>

Marcus: "So.... What does this have to do with those Grigori dudes that are killin everything back there?"

Some of the machinery screeched and skipped sending the firey beings scattering, adjusting this and that. Soon everything was calm again and the room was working as it had been. "Please do not say their name, it disturbs the Symphony," said one of the four heads of a single firey being as it stepped up to them.

Lara: She was swept up in the awe and just sighed at the creatures voice.

Spike: "Uh...sorry."

The being looked at him strangely. "You did not know, William. We understand. You all have come for the thing that will save mankind from the Fallen Ones."

Draven: "Yup."

"It is not often that we see represntatives of the Morning Star here. We welcome you here." The four heads nodded simultainiously to them. "What you seek is not here though. It is on Earth. We will send you with a guide to take up arms agianst the darkness. Hurry now, our children, you are not supposed to be here."

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They stood in the library in a daze.

Spike: "It knew my name."

Draven: >>They know everything, all the time, instantly... They don't think...>>

V: Appeared with a tiny pop, dazed. "Woooo....... That was interesting..." The being appeared to be male and almost unhealthly pale. He scratched his now physical head and gazed at the rest of the people in the room. "Hello humans and nonhumans, my name is V. I will be your guide for this trip to vanquish the Apocolypse."

Lara: "...Uh huh..."

Page: She checked to see she had all her things back.

Nefarious: Feeling better, he stood on his own feet.

Vanessa: "I just realized something, I'm evil. I don't have to be here. I don't have to be doing this. Here I am wasting all my time with you worms and what for? I should be laughing at you and having fun. I'm outta here." She headed out the door, "Come Nefarious."

Nefarious: He did nothing.

Vanessa: "NOW!" >-{

Nefarious: He stood defiantly still.

Vanessa: She tried to move him but he resisted. This was the first time he had ever been capacle of this. The link between them had been tainted and she had less power over him. She stomped her foot and left.

Lara: "I think maybe I should have stayed in the cave."

V: "Goodbye, Miss Vanessa. We will see you when we defeat you." He waved at her vigorously, his pale gray eyes crescented lightly.

Draven: >>Biiiiiiiiitch........>>

Andrea: ^-^ "DING DONG THE WITCH IS GONE!!!YAY!!"

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Vanessa: She stormed away. A few miles away, she found herself in the middle of nothing. Suddenly she felt very cold.

Lee: He materialized around her, clawing and biting at her skin.

Vanessa: "STOP IT YOU FUCKIN' ASS WIPE! I WANNA HELP YOU!"

Lee: "I can't trust you betrayer. You would help the cattle before us."

Vanessa: "That was when there were zealots. But they're gone now. There is no reason for me to fight with them. I saw them plotting against my family and I left."

Lee: "Yeah...."

Vanessa: "...Anyway...I want in."

Lee: "Tell me everything they know. Follow me."

Vanessa: "They're going to the Reaper. They're close. They're gonna win if we don't stop em'."

Lee: "Reaper?"

Vanessa: "Something that's gonna 86 the apocolypse."

Lee: "Hm... come along."

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V: "She wasn't very pleasant. But what should you expect from ill mannnered demons. Anyway, we need to find the Reaper, but can I have some new clothing first. I look homosexual in these."

Lara: "Awwww poor sweety." She went to get him some clothes.

V: " Thank you very much." He smiled lightly.

Chandrell: "What's the Reaper?"

V: "I don't know. All I know is it will kill myself and the Fallen Ones."

Lara: Returning with a t-shirt and baggy pants. O.o "Why would you die?"

V: "I don't know, they won't tell me."

Draven: "Probably a sacrifice. They like that kind of stuff. It's supposed to make the High Magicks less desirable." She was starightening her clothing.

V: He started changing right there.

Oz: "ACK! NOT RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!!!!"

Marcus: "Come on munchkin." He led poor, confused V away.

Spike: "O...k..."

Lara: "He's cute." ^-^

V: He changed, still emabarassed and confussed. "What was wrong with... there?"

Marcus: "...Guys don't change in front of women they aren't fucking."

V: "Foooking?"

Marcus: "Oh god..."

V: He blinked. "What? They're not here right now."

Marcus: O.o

Chandrell: "Good going Oz. You removed our eye candy."

Spike: Clearing his throat.

Page: Trying to see over at V.

Chandrell: "Sh! I can look!"

V: Waved at Page but was shoved back behind the bookcases. "Oh!"

Marcus: "No, finish dressing, then wave. You're like a fucking five year old."

Page: Giggled at his wave.

Lara: Snickering, "Not exactly." ^-^

Chandrell: She nodded in agreance. "Are you jealous, William?"

V: "All done." ^-^

Spike: "No." Looking away, "Don't call me that."

Chandrell: "Why?"

Oz: "Thank you, Marcus."

Marcus: "No problem. Hey kiddo, say fuck."

V: "Fook?"

Spike: Thinking of the person William was, "Just don't."

Lara: "Back off Marcus. Don't corrupte the cutie."

Marcus: >) "No, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

V: He blinked and edged away uncertainly. "Feck? Um... I think we... should go now?"

Chandrell: "O..k...."

Draven: "Ok, well V, where do we need to go?"

V: He thought for a moment. "South."

Lara: She had a sad look on her face. "Let's not be in hurry for him to die."

Spike: "Ignore me."

Chandrell: "Alright. So Marcus, do you work out all the time?" >)

Marcus: ".... Shut the fuck up punk."

Spike: "I said ignore me, NOT TAUNT ME."

Draven: "ANYWAY."

V: "It is imparative that we hurry."

Nefarious: "Yeah yeah."

Lara: "Lead away."

V: "Very good. Let us go." He looked around. "Door?"

Marcus: "Come on munchkin." He led V to the door.

Chandrell: "I'm tired, I want to be a vampire again. Spike, carry me."

Spike: "Don't tempt me." Eyeing her neck.

Draven: She followed behind the rest of the group.

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Vanessa: "So do you have a plan or are you just gonna kill things."

Lee: "Killing things is the plan. But it would appear that we'll have to handle THEM before they get too far ahead of us. How are they getting this Reaper thing?"

Vanessa: "They have a guide. He's going to show them the way. We can kill most of them easily."

Lee: "What is the guide?"

Vanessa: "Some childish crossbreed."

Lee: "They're easy enough to dispose of."

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