Dash & Dine

[realworldweirdo]

Conner had been following Jake\'s psychic presence for only a few minutes, at a superhuman trot when he was sure he wasn\'t being observed, when he realized that the psychic signature he was following didn\'t match the one that had initially contacted him at all. Somehow, with all the presences in the city, Jake had slipped out of his crosshairs without him noticing. It was like trying to pick out a single drop in a rainstorm.

Frustrated, he whirled around on his heel and began to march back towards the apartment building. After several blocks, the neighborhood began to look more like downtown than the area he recalled being around Dante\'s Inferno. Swearing a streak of Gaelic profanity that the French could only wish they knew, he ran his fingers through his almost-too-messy hair and stormed towards a nearby alley.

Fortunately, a young man, probably not more than seventeen, stepped out of the shadows. He was wearing a mesh shirt that fit tightly over a slender frame, and jeans so ripped and torn (deliberately, from the looks of it) that they were more revealing than concealing. Conner allowed himself to savor the lusty, if somewhat ridiculous, sight for a moment. He gently invaded the human\'s mind. Clean of the disgusting chemical drugs so common in the modern age. He smiled in anticipation.

"Name what you want, my man," the hustler growled in an approximation of a sexy rumble. Conner just used his domination of the man\'s mind to guide him back into the alley, against a wall. He nuzzled the human\'s smooth neck, not quite breaking the skin with his fangs. The man groaned and clutched him, but Conner wasn\'t in the mood for playing with his food tonight. Eat and delete was becoming his motto, but that didn\'t mean he couldn\'t make his meal enjoy himself. Indeed, he made the boy squirm with pleasure for some time as he drank his fill, then nipped the end of his finger and fed him several drops of his own blood to restore his strength. He wasn\'t completely satisfied, but he didn\'t want to have to deal with a corpse. He hurriedly replaced the memory with an experience of a botched experiment with drugs, made sure the puncture wounds on his neck were reasonably closed, and continued off into the night.

Now he just needed to find someone who could help him find his way back, preferably someone who didn\'t perk his appetite so thoroughly. He made a mental note about what that alley looked like. He might stop by again for a repeat, when he could take more time. He just hoped that someone who knew the city, especially the supernatural side of it, came within range of his senses soon. He was completely and hopelessly lost.

[Idrial]

Brianna and Lyra had been hunting for a man for almost a week now and still they had found no trace of the Vampire. Lyra had lost his scent and Brianna could no longer feel his presence, frustrated she cursed silently but Lyra with her super hearing turned around and only smiled. Brianna could see as well that she was just as frustrated just by the way she smiled, "We have to advance deeper into the City Streets. He was here maybe for a moment or two." Lyra nodded before they advanced into deeper and more darker territories. Moments later they could sense the danger and the darkness that surrounded the place, not a good place for those that didn\'t know the city well.

After what seemed of hours wandering they found a man not quite dead but recently feed from, Lyra looked at her and shook her head it was not him. Brianna nodded some other vampire was in there vicinity, younger or older she didn\'t know. She could feel the vampire was close and she nodded at Lyra before heading off in the direction of which he would of most likely have took. It was not long before she could feel he was near, she signaled for Lyra to go around the back side of the vampire. Lyra nodded and with quick speed made her way through the brush to flank the Vampire.

Brianna slowly made her way to the front of the vampire, keeping herself hidden in the shadows as she watched the man. She could sense that he was younger, much younger almost by five hundred years and quickly realized this was not the vampire they were looking for but he was interesting. She watched his movements and soon realized that he was lost, Brianna only shook her head as she came out from the shadows silent. She drew her sword that was hanging from her waist, cracking it against the tree before sheathing it again to get his attention. A large gash remained in the tree.

"Youngling what are doing out here it is a dangerous place to be if you do not know how to protect yourself." Her shining brown eyes cut through the darkness as she waited for him to turn around. Hopefully he wasn\'t stupid and attacked her on the spot, she could easily take him but she was in no mood to waste her engery other than the Vampire she was hunting. She heard Lyra and looked to where she was, for a werewolf she was quiet and seen her up in a tree. She waved her hand before Lyra came down the tree with a silent thump. She joined Brianna\'s side waiting for the young Vampire to answer.

[realworldweirdo]

Conner felt the two people approaching him several minutes before they made themselves known. He couldn\'t hear them or see them; they were quite skilled, dangerously so as a matter of fact. However, they didn\'t seem to be masking their auras, and in his mind\'s senses, they stood out like beacons. One was a werewolf, the other a vampire. The vampire\'s aura had the refined, condensed feel of an older individual, most likely significantly older than himself. He remained calm and let them go about their business without drawing attention to himself. There was no way of even knowing if they were approaching him, or performing some other activity he wasn\'t aware of. When the vampire stepped out of the shadows and slapped her sword against a tree, any doubt they were following him, specifically, vanished. Her werewolf companion joined her after a moment. Was her curt greeting a warning, or a veiled threat, he wondered. They thought he hadn\'t known they were there; he knew they didn\'t know that he had been prepared to use a large percentage of his recent feeding to cast a very dangerous spell if the need came up.

Might as well find out who I\'m talking to, he muttered to himself in his head. He let go of the mental preparations to let the psychic barrage fly, despite the recklessness of lowering his guard in this situation. It was discourteous to hold onto such intentions while having a discussion.

"Thank you, for your cautionary words. I would not be here by choice, although I seem to have come here by accident. I am capable of taking care of myself, though your concern for my safety is very much appreciated. If I may, could I trouble you for some information?" He addressed the elder vampire, as was protocol when he was last part of vampire society, keeping his eyes slightly averted from hers out of old courtesies. It had been disrespectful to look an elder directly in the eye, the last time he had updated his manners.

[Idrial]

Brianna stared at the man, she could feel Lyra getting ready for battle if the Vampire decided to do anything stupid. But Brianna had no worries she could take care or the Vampire with one deadly blow to the vampire with her blade of steel. Lyra must of felt her unusual calm as her temptation to battle dropped, but not letting her guard down totally. The mood was calm and Brianna wanted to keep it that way for she would not waste her energy on someone that was not a threat and so Brianna sheathed her blade and stepped forward once towards the young Vampire.

She listened to him speak his eyes not looking directly into her own, she was impressed not many young vampires knew the proper manners to address an Elder. Most information in this day and age vampires of this one\'s age was long forgotten and it was refreshing to see that there were still some vampires that respected on of eachother. She nodded at Lyra as if to say there is nothing to be afraid of but don\'t let your guard down. Lyra nodded as she stayed silent and observed the young vampire.

"Young Vampire there is something dangerous that inhabits this forest, something I have been hunting. Not that I don\'t believe in your ablility to defend yourself but he is much older and stronger. Your age will not save you nor will your ability to defend yourself, in less than a move you will be dead." She walked over to him with pride as her eyes met his own, she stood silent as she examined him. He looked strong for one of his age, nodding her head she spoke once more.

"I can lead you out, stay with me and you will be safe from harm. Follow me young one." Not waiting for a replay she started to walk and Lyra followed. Lyra stopped to look at him and snorted before continuing to walk, Brianna was strange but that\'s why Lyra liked Brianna more than most Vampires. She thought like a werewolf but acted like a vampire and Lyra acted like a werewolf and thought like a vampire they made a good hunting team.

[realworldweirdo]

Out Of Character descriptive note - Conner is wearing nondescript black denim jeans, a quality but faded dark gray tshirt, and a slightly too large black leather jacket that should have been replaced several years ago. His shoes are dark brown canvas hiking boots.

Relief that the elder and her companion hadn\'t caused him any harm, and that he hadn\'t been forced to use his prepared attack, flooded through Conner. The attack would have caused some damage to their party and to himself; his only real hope for the ploy would have been to make a desperate attempt at escape. He doubted he\'d have been able to hurt the nameless vampire very badly, and had no practical experience with werewolves. She had looked him straight in the eye, and he wondered what century her etiquette was from. Had it been to rebuke him in some way, or had it been to commend his composure? He decided that he couldn\'t read her body language as well as he had hoped. Either way, he followed along behind the pair of female warriors at the pace they set, immediately. He had learned long ago to heed warnings of dangerous supernatural beings.

On top of common sense, he had no idea what kind of bizarre society he was in, which was dangerous on its own. He\'d never felt so many supernaturals in such density before, especially of such variety. Some of them, he had no idea how to recognize. Others, like the vampires and werewolves, he knew well. The mortal herd hadn\'t been decimated, so there must be a prince or some entity in charge of the area. He wondered if feeding, even concealed and without killing, would be considered a trespass. Though he had no reason to suspect that the two suspected he had fed recently, though the elder might be able to tell if she paid attention to the detail. He needed to find out what he was getting himself into. Damn Jake to hell.

"Excuse me, but I\'m not familiar with the area at all," he said quietly in the direction of the werewolf. He wanted to avoid pestering the elder vampire. "My name is Conner. I was hoping you could tell me a bit more about the city. For example, why there are so many of my kind here? Or perhaps what it is you\'re hunting." Belatedly, he realized that silence might be a better idea, and abruptly switched to that mode. Confusion about what the proper expression to wear, mood to convey, and a dozen other things flooded through his mind in the same second. Avoiding frowning, he reached inside his jacked pocket and pulled out his cigarette box and stuck a smoke in his mouth, lighting it with a quick flick of his aging Zippo, and put them away in one tangled motion.

[Idrial]

Lyra looked at the young vampire, he didn\'t seem like a warrior like Brianna and herself. She saw as he light up a smoke, the cherry glowing in the darkness. She decided to lit up a smoke herself and in turn Brianna also lit up a smoke. Both breathing deeply letting the smoke fill there lungs and calm their minds.Brianna stayed silent since she was on the alert so Lyra decided to answer the Conner\'s question. Lyra had lived in the city since she was sixteen years old and knew much about the city, besides she believed that the new comer to the city deserved to know something about the city that he now resided in.

"My name is Lyra and this is Brianna. The city is for those like us and those as such as yourself, There are plenty of vampires within the city, they make up most of the supernatural community. Besides humans vampires are the secong largest group, although you must never tell a human what you are that must remain secert or you could face the death penelty. Our exsistence is a sercert and must reamin so if we are to survive Conner. Although there are some humans that know our exsistence but only to a trusted few."

Lyra inhaled on her smoke once again knowing that he might have more questions but she didn\'t answer what they were hunting. That was Brianna\'s place to say Lyra was only along for the ride since her being a werewolf would come in handy if Brianna needed her to turn on a dime. Brianna looked at Conner before looking a Lyra, they both nodded at eachother and Lyra fell silent letting her guard rise though the roof as she watched for the Vampire that they were hunting as Brianna spoke.

"The thing we are hunting is a Vampire, his blood lust out of control. He is 960 years old ten years older than me. He feeds every hour leaving bodies through out the land, he must be stopped for you can say he has gone insane with the lust for blood. That is what we hunt."

Brianna\'s tone was one of great importance and this matter was of great importance. This vampire was out of control and beyond from coming back to being sane. He needed to be stopped and stopped he would be soon enough. Maybe not tonight or the next night but one night she would take him down.

[realworldweirdo]

Conner blinked at the cool taste of the heavily mentholated cigarette he\'d lit. He made a mental note to be more selective in his choices for the random box in the future. The last two had been not to his liking at all. While he drew another minty drag into his lungs, he realized that Lyra might not appreciate how different this city was from others. Perhaps she did, and had simply become accustomed to it. It sounded much like the other heavily populated cities of the world, with secrecy and discretion rules of absolute law.

The news of the frenzied ancient was made that much worse. Obviously, with a population density so great, the local vampire authorities were extremely competent. However, to allow such behavior to continue even from an ancient, the criminal must be exceptionally cunning or powerful. No wonder Brianna and Lyra had decided to whisk him away so quickly. That also meant that Brianna was halfway through her ninth century, or nearly so, herself. She certainly felt like it, but her appearance was so modern! Unlike most vampires her age, she was adept at keeping up with the times, it would seem.

"Thank you for your warning, and the escort," he thanked them both. "It appears that I\'ll be staying the city for some time. Is there a gathering place for our kind? Should I present myself to the vampire in charge? There are humans left alive, so I assume there is a government of some kind." He paused for a moment, wondering if he should ask, and then turned to Brianna and asked directly. "Also, I wonder if you know anything about a certain Jake McCloud, the owner of the Dante\'s Inferno apartment building. He asked me to come to the city under some suspicious circumstances. You seem to be the type to know that sort of thing, if you don\'t mind me saying so."

[Idrial]

Brianna stopped in her very tracks as she listened to the forest, something was near but not near enough to detect what it was exactly. For all Brianna knew it could be him watching them, she kept her head forward listening to the sounds of the forest to see if anything didn\'t belong. She found something it was very small sound almost undected by her ears, she decided that it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Lyra circle wide to the right, there is something afar but I cannot detect what walks within these grounds.Meet me up at that point of the path, with the yellow flower near the base of the tree." Lyra couldn\'t see it in her human eyes so she changed into wolf mode, her eyes grew a bright orange that cut through the darkness. Her nails grew into black claws and she nodded when she saw the yellow flower. Dashing off to the right with unhuman speed she was soon out of sight.

Brianna had to smile at her young friend, for a werewolf she was surely powerful much of her strength was unexplainable as well as others such as her ability such as her warrior skills she had never seen such a fighter in her life. Unwilling to give in when the fight seems lost, remarkable she thought as she walked in silence before answering Conner in a smooth and metallic voice.

"A gathering place? My dear Conner we don\'t have a gathering place like going to church every Sunday. One place is called Risk where Vampires party and where only a select few humans are fed from, but vampires are not always let in you have to understand what risk is about first or someone accompanies you and is willing to take responsibilty for your actions if something goes wrong." She took a puff of her smoke before continuing to tell him what he needed to know.

"There is a goverment it is Called the Oilgarchy, Lazerus is the Leader of the whole goverment you should present yourself to him if you staying for a long length of time. He will tell you a detail set of rules and what you can and can\'t do. Like any goverment there are rules, you disobey the penlty could be death depending on what you did. And never tell a huamn of what you are, unless you are ready to face the reality if it back fires on you." She nodded her head in that, new vampires needed this instilled in there mind.

"As for Jake McCloud, He was born near Dublin, Ireland what date I do not know. He is a Vampire like yourself, as of how or who turned him into one of us is unknown. Just like my turning it is none of your bussniess. He only recently entered the city, my advice keep your guard up if you think its suspicious." Lyra was alraedy waiting at the tree she shook her head that the coast was clear.

[realworldweirdo]

Conner\'s psychic and physical senses focused like a laser beam, following Lyra\'s progress through the dark. So close to Brianna\'s dense aura though, his senses were quite limited. He didn\'t feel anything supernatural, other than his two companions. He dismissed his jerk of nervous tension as Lyra returned.

"The last time I socialized as part of vampire society, there were areas where we gathered regularly. Such is not the case, then. Thank you for sharing your knowledge so freely." He paused to let Lyra fall in with their conversation again as they drew near. "Do you think we\'re far enough from danger yet? I\'d like to be on my way to Risk, or perhaps a way to find a place to sleep for the day." Finding a location for the coming daylight was becoming an issue. A significant portion of the night had come and gone. He needed to find someplace to sleep the daylight away. Still, he couldn\'t shake the feeling that something was nearby, something intense and dangerous.

"I sense something nearby, but I can\'t pinpoint it with all this interference from your presence. I think it could be the individual you\'re hunting. Do you have something your target has handled a lot, or a personal possession? That would help me to perhaps help you. Or I could stay behind, and see if I can get a clearer sense away from you. It is the very least I could do for you two, in return for your protection and assistance tonight. Besides which, this vampire... he threatens the fabric of secrecy we have all worked so hard to preserve. This must end." He waited to see if the warriors would accept his proposal. "My clan has developed... our psychic senses are extremely acute. I could be of assistance. Will you allow me to help you in this?"

[Idrial]

Brianna was impressed with the Conner, she was about to give him a necklace when a haunting laugh ripped through the night. Instinct washed over Brianna as she drew her sword and got in front of Conner protecting the youngling from harm, Lyra had already let the beast control most of her body but still remained in her human form. They waited for the vampire to appear from the night, Brianna was ready for battle as the vampire took his time appear from his hiding place. He was covered in blood as he approuched with exterme caution, it was obvious he had claimed another victum.

"Frecho you are claimed as hunted and punishment is death by Freya my sire. You are to die by my hands of that of another to rid you from this land." Brianna\'s voice calm and exterting authority towards him, Lyra stood at the ready a low growl emitted from her throat. The vampire only laughed once again as he spoke in a high pitched voice, "Oh a little werewolf to play with and a young Vampire to suck dry. You Brianna I will have fun with you most of all for I cannot die." he lunged towards Brianna going for her throat.

She lunged forwards as well Leaving Lyra to protect Conner if anything went wrong and they were forced to flee. Even if it meant leaving Brianna behind, she swung her sword downward missing Fercho by mere inches, she stepped to the side bringing her sword sideways then back down this time she nicked him in the shoulder. Fercho flew in a rage striking Brianna in the face with his sharp nails leaving a scratch but she pushed forward. She lived and died by the sword and she would never back down from this abomination of a vampire.

She kicked him squarely in the stomach in which Fercho staggered back, his eyes full of blood lust as he increased his speed. They were spinning around within the forest, blood being spilt on the ground and flying through the air, she once again struck him this time she swung her sword upwards catching him in the chest. He screamed in agony as you could see fresh blood pouring from the wound, he clutched his chest and Brianna in lighting speed slit his throat before delivering the final blow striking him through the heart.

Brianna quickly looked over her wounds, a large gash that almost went to bone remain on her arm. She looked at Conner and Lyra both were safe and that was all that mattered. She looked over the slain vampires body, "Those who have uttered those have tasted the end of my sword and have died from it." She had no remorse for the Fercho the deed was done and he was no more.

[realworldweirdo]

Conner\'s stomach lurched as he watched the two ancient vampires face each other down. He flicked his lighter open and let the flame dance there, keeping half an eye on the wavering flame, just in case he needed to use it. His modest preparation was unnecessary. While Lyra followed Brianna\'s terse command and stayed by his side as a guardian, Brianna stepped forward to play the role of heroine to the hilt.

Within a few seconds the fight was over, and the mad ancient whose name had, apparently, been Frecho met his final death. He bled profusely from several wounds, and Conner rummaged through his jacket pockets to find a container. That was why he wore the bulky thing, after all. It was a much more effective and discreet form of carrying things than a pack. He couldn\'t find anything, so he dumped his random cigarettes into his palm and stuffed them into one of his front pockets. Approaching the body, which he could feel was no longer animate, he held the little metal box under one of the rivulets of blood that trickled from the slashed neck and collected what he could. Frecho might be dead, but the vampiric energy in his blood would remain for several hours, even without preservation. If Conner could preserve it before dawn, he could retain that ancient power for his own use later.

Once his small container was full to the brim, he snapped the top shut, holding it in his left hand as he randomly selected another cigarette from his pocket, then lit it. The box was airtight, so the blood wouldn\'t clot up or coagulate until he opened it, and then he would be preserving it, so it was of no great concern.

"So how do I get back to Dante\'s Inferno?" he asked in a perfectly bland tone. This time he addressed Lyra. He wondered what kind of reaction a werewolf would have to watching a vampire harvest the blood of another, in a cigarette pack nonetheless.

[Idrial]

Brianna watched as Conner knelt over the dead body of the Fercho, she thought he would be more of a match. Her sire Freya told her of his dirty tricks and was one known to fight with absolute disgrace. She found him easy to defeat almost as if he wasn\'t trying, something wasn\'t right she could feel it in her bones. But it was him she never made a mistake when identifying a target, the faces of those she was hunting held firm in her mind.

When Lyra distracted her by her low growl of curiosity Brianna explained what the young Conner was doing with the blood in a plain tone, "He is harvesting the acients blood, vampire engery remains usable serveral hours after death. That is only if you perserve it in the right manner then you can use it in a time of great need." Brianna looked at Conner with impressed eyes not many young vampires knew that kind of complicated art.

"Conner I am impressed of your skills, your sire has done well." Whoever his sire was he was trained well and perhaps he could be useful in the future. Still Fercho was still bothering her so she decided to drink his blood, she walked over to the body; kneeling she bit deep into his neck tasting his memories that were within his blood. Lyra looked at Conner talking to him a more up like tone, "She has this strange ablity to be able to read the memories of vampire by tasting their blood I guess. Now Dante\'s Inferno is a little ways away but we have more than 9 hours of darkness left so we should be fine." She looked at Brianna with those orange eyes, she had gotten use to the fact that vampires use blood for almost anything and nothing surprised her.

Brianna let go of the neck rising suddenly drawing her sword, "It not him it\'s and Aspect Shifter they can change their outward apperance he must of passed his arua on to this person." A chilling chuckle came for above and she saw him from the rock he was perched on above. Brianna made a low growl in her throat, Lyra once again got in front of Conner protecting the young vampire. Brianna stepped forwards towards the slab she looked up with fierce eyes, "This time you will not trick me Fercho.Besides your annoying me with your mortal like tricks" She wanted this to end already but she knew what was about to come.

He merely chuckled before leaping off the rock slab landing between Lyra and Brianna, Lyra gave a low and voilent growl but he merely waved it off. "This is what Freya sends after me the great Fercho ? Amusing her youngest ten years younger than, a werewolf who would have no chance and a vampire is he my prize if I kill you both? How nice of Freya" Brianna stepped towards him her sword ready at hand, they collided Fercho weilded a pair of double bladed knives. Metal crashed upon sparks flew with each block and strike both their defenses soild for now.

Lyra looked at Conner and produced his lighter," Your tattoo you have been disgraced by the Tremere Clan I know what it\'s like I\'ll tell you more later but trust me. So that means you have the ablity to control Fire you can help. You see that point when Brianna reaches that point I need you to distract Fercho so that Brianna can gain the upper hand till I turn to destroy him as a werewolf." Lyra then remained silent and hoped Conner would follow through.

[realworldweirdo]

Conner was taken aback, surprised by too many things at once to act quickly. How had she known about his tattoo, his clan, his specific skills, what he has gathering the blood for, much less his disgrace? Did she know about his exile, as well, and the circumstances under which it had been commanded? He held the flickering flame within his line of sight to aid his focus. It was so much easier to control something that could be seen, and he would need to conserve as much of his energy as he could.

He railed at himself inside his head for not having sensed the difference between the false ancient and the true enemy. How could he have missed such a dense and powerful aura when it had been so close? He had trained his abilities for centuries, honing them to a razor edge for just such an occasion. It was unlike him to be tricked so easily, and he resented Brianna for interfering with his senses in such an embarrassing way.

The two vampires faced off while he analyzed the newcomer\'s energy carefully. This WAS the true enemy, an ancient and insane vampire bent on blood. This was the true threat to the secrecy of their race.

He had been an agent for that very secrecy for too long before his exile to ignore his training. His mind sharpened, focused in on the battle about to take place. He could feel the small flame on his lighter, and was ready to take advantage of any opening that presented itself. The spell he held had held ready in his mind took its intended form now, instead of the clumsy attempt he had gathered himself to cast before.

If Fercho allowed his psychic barriers to slip at all, he would channel raw psychic force, with every memory of injury and pain available, into Fercho\'s brain. The resulting microscopic damage to his motor functions would temporarily paralyze him, as long as Conner held him in his mental grip. It would be difficult, on one so old and feral, but he was sure he could do it long enough to give Brianna and Lyra time to do what was necessary. Then again, he had never tried to attack a vampire so far his senior in the past.

He dumped the useless fake blood out of his pack and let the dripping container fall to the ground. He would have to gather a new sample once they were finished with the real threat.

[Idrial]

Metal sparks encircled the vampires in their deadly blaze against one of another, Brianna swung her blade wide only for her to bring it back towards her backside to parry Fercho blow. She pushed herself away from the foul vampire, making sure she was keeping at least five feet between them. Her superiour blade was not made for close quarters like Fercho\'s daggers, she circled him quickly slamming her blade down with extreme force. He parried her blow effortlessly, she could feel the sheer power bounce back into Brianna\'s arm. She almost bit her tounge but quickly pulled back to recover.

Fercho circled her with a deviant smile on his face, he was bent on her blood; the blood of the infamous Freya and the fraction of Freya\'s power flowing through Brianna\'s veins. His movements slowed as he studied Brianna that stood before him, "You fight well but you could be so much more. Something beautifully deadly and the illusion of smoke to escape to bad your sire has wasted you. Your one of a kind Brianna." He gave a small laugh before throwing his dagger, Brianna swung upwards deflecting the dagger.

Brianna charged her balde slicing through the air with such emotion that Fercho was backing up, swinging towards his neck he ducked backwards. Grabbing his arm she pulled him forwards, swinging him to the rocks with a sheer thud of pain. She swung for his head but he ducked and stumbled backwards slicing Brianna in the the side, the wound flowed freely and burned with an increased tensity. She didnt twitch nor stumbled in her movements, she countinued the assault with blind fury her soul to see Fercho dead on fire.

As Lyra watched she could smell fresh blood, she then realized it was Brianna\'s blood that flowed down her side. A most voilent growl ripped through her body for the beast within was starting to take affect, suddenly she gasped as Brianna took a slice to the stomach. She parried the blow to her neck but within two strikes she sliced Brianna\'s arm luckily not her sword arm. Brianna ran towards the rocks, she flipped herself over Fercho and stood almost only ten feet away from Lyra and Conner. Lyra looked at Conner and urgently spoke, "Conner now!" They now waited to see what the young vampire could do.

[realworldweirdo]

The course of action seemed simple to Conner, despite the complicated circumstances. He had already gathered the necessary mental force, and a vampire in a feral state would be vulnerable to that particular style of attack. He ignored the lighter flickering in his hand, and lashed out at Fercho\'s mind with unmitigated force of will. He gathered more strength as he went, picking out memories and impressions of hurt from the ancient\'s mind, collecting psychic litter as though it were debris caught in a tornado. There was no doubt from what he found; this was the real Fercho.

He held out his hand and clenched it in a grasping motion to aid his focus. There would only be one shot before he would be the primary target, and he wasn\'t sure he could withstand that. His eyes narrowed, and he allowed himself to feel a sense of cruelty normally not present with the mental assault. It was just fortunate that he\'d had time to pinpoint the target. A sloppy cast like the one he had initially prepared for use against Brianna and Lyra would have caused him a lot of pain, and anyone standing between them. This was precise, and would be decisive.

He unleashed the spell, and drove thousands of impressions of pain, suffering, and injury directly into the sensory and motor centers of Fercho\'s brain. He could feel the nerves snapping and overloading with the strain. The elder arched back in a spastic seizure, completely inhuman shrieks of agony ripping the night air. He fell to the ground, twitching and writhing uncontrollably, unable to even scream as his ability to move was burned out of his brain. It would last only seconds; such tiny tissue damage would heal instantly in one so old. He bore down and maintained the assault, splitting his focus for just long enough to bellow to Brianna and Lyra.

"Kill him now! I can\'t keep this up for more than another minute!"