Finally "home"

[Fang Crusive]

Fang had spent a Long two months running the missions left for him by Ahmad. The Man had been gone two months but it felt like years already. In the mean time Fang brushed up on his fighting skills and did the several small missions he received from time to time. But Now finally he was heading to see this "home" Ahmad had promised him. There he would meet others of his kind and this king that Ahmad had spoken of. Dane he had said the mans name was. He wasn't yet sure if Dane had been made aware of his presence although most likely he had. And there was a good chance He didn't care. But Fang needed to meet him. After all how could he serve a Man he had never even met. No, he wouldn't follow someone blindly. He would meet Dane and see this king of his kind for himself. With as much respect as possible of course. "How much longer", he asked the driver a his of impatience in his voice. "Not long sir", and soon after the Cab driver stopped at the address Ahmad had left for him.
He looked upon his new home. Not half bad. Though living in London most of his life it seemed he would have heard something of this place before. but that only showed that it was well hidden. And well hidden meant safe. He picked up his small bag and flung it over his back as he made his way into the building. Soon, it wouldn't be much longer and he would have a family again. He pulled the hod exposing his face. his eyes crimson red, it had been a long car ride wiith know blood on reserve. He had been surprised he had lasted so long with the human. He would feed inside, he assumed they had a way that made it easier then how he was use to it. And if not he would hit the city streets as soon as the sun fell again.
He walked quietly through the doors and after talking to some people about who he was made it inside. "So this is home", he said looking around. the Base wasn't half bad. He had heard that Dane was out for the moment. He hoped he would return soon so he could meet his king.

[Ahmad]

His eyes opened to a stewardess on his private airplane offering him a glass of O + blood in a wine glass. "Why thank you miss." Sipping the glass before she walked away to the front of the plane. Shortly after finishing his glass the same stewardess from before came back to tell Ahmad that the plane would be landing shortly.

About ten minutes after, the plane had finally landed and he exited the entrance to the jet and descended the steps to see a driver waiting outside with a stretch limo. Opening the door for him the driver greeted him as Ahmad got into the car. When sitting there in the car, Ahmad scribbled down an address on a sheet of paper and handed it to the driver. "Take me here." And then Ahmad went back to his seat in the back of his limo as the driver started away from the air strip.

Ahmad began to ponder on his absence from everyone, the excitement, the thrill, the joy of independence, the freedom of it all. But now had come a time when he missed fellowship with his own kind, for he had only been among humans and the temptation to not feed on all of them was straining to his soul. If I had a soul. He thought to himself, chuckling a little bit. But this was the first time since his 2000 years away from everyone, but the time had taken it's toll and there was something about being around other vampires that encouraged and uplifted him.

The limo finally pulled in front of the house, Ahmad quickly dawned a new suit in his limo and then exited the limo walking to the front of the house. He looked around, "I hope Fang hasn't made a mess of things while I was gone." He laughed to himself, Fang was a competent vampire, and a powerful one to for such a young age. The only reason Ahmad felt okay with leaving was because he trusted in Fang's ability to run things while he was gone. But now Ahmad was back.

Ahmad collected himself, straightening his dark blue Italian suit with his dark red dress shirt underneath. He finally knocked on the door and went in, "Hello, Fang you hear yet?" He yelled as he entered the door to the front room of the house awaiting to see if anyone was actually here.

[Fang Crusive]

Tired of sitting around waiting for Dane, Fang decided to begin unpacking. He of course never took his swords or other personnel item off of him, not until he slept. you never knew when you were going to need them. But he slowly began unpacking the few bits of clothes he had gotten himself along the way and putting them away. He put a picture beside his bed. In it stood A young red haired man in a suit. The man had a smile upon his face, happy. Fang felt the anger and sadness boil up at him. He turned away no longer able to look at it. It had been a good couple of years sense his death but Fang still held his grudge.

He looked around the rest of his room. It was small. One bed on dresser and a desk. It was about what he had at home so he wasn't exactly a disappointed. it was home. He was just glad to finally belong somewhere, to finally have a family. The up side also being they would help him get his revenge. A smiled curved across his lips and as he looked at himself in the mirror he realized his eyes were bright red. He had gotten caught up unpacking and hadn't fed. He left his room going towards the main room of the building when he heard someone calling his name in the dark. His eyes scanned around the room till he caught a familiar site in the door way. "Ahmad", he said his tone surprised yet pleased. "Your back". He walked toward the man a fanged smiling broadening across his lips.

Now the missions would begin again. Ahmad was back and that meant their work would continue. He was sure the man had more to teach him and he planned to take every bit of knowledge he could get. Dane would find a god soldier in him and he would find dead dogs at his feet. "How was your trip?".

[Pablo]

(Just another Pablo/Dane collaboration.)

Darkness fading... there was light once again, but Pablo was almost afraid to open his eyes. What would he see? After all, he was thoroughly convinced that he just died. It's also fairly common knowledge that all creatures of the night go straight to Hell. It was a scary thought for most vampires and werewolves. Scary enough to put them through their sometimes dreary existence. For the most part Pablo managed to not think about it... that was until this moment. Shortly after his ability to hear return... while he expected screaming and blood curdling cries instead he was greeted by laughter, casual conversation, and large amounts of chatter. It didn't seem to be that scary. He slowly opened his eyes only to find himself sitting among a large audience in some sort of theater. Even more to his surprise he found his close friends and family sitting around him. To his left was a smirking Pete, berating Pablo over how he'd miss half the show. To his right in order, sat Xhel, Alena, and Adele. In front, sat the red headed Arai. Everybody among the audience, including Pablo were dressed in their best. Dresses, suits, tux, and fancy hats all around.

"I.... what the hell are doing here?" A puzzled Pablo said while turning to face his cousin. Clearly not amused with his Pablo's shenanigans Xhel scowled. "We're here because half of you were nominated for a stupid award. That doesn't mean we want to be here." So, this is some sort of award show Pablo nodded and looked forward at the currently empty stage. "Our category is coming up next." Pete said as he nudged Pablo. "Sounds like fun." He folded his arms and began to wait patiently. "Ladies and gentlemen," A voice could be heard over the P.A system. "Here to introduce your nominations for worse den leader ever....." And then suddenly, as his heart sank, it became clear to Pablo. The curtains began to part, revealing the silhouette of a man. "you might love him, but he'll just as soon murder you and all of your family; the vile, the disturbed, the undoubtedly brilliant and handsome Dane!" And out of the shadows stepped the suit wearing, red tied vampire king with a card in his hand. This is hell.


There's something about flying in the best private jets money could buy that made plane fights feel quick. The flight between Rome and London was just that. Dane spent the short flight telling Lucia about the few minor changes done to the mansion. Aside from a few basement extensions next to nothing had been done. They arrived at the mansion still early in the night, it was a little later than 9 o'clock. Most of the vampires were out at that time beginning their hunt. This was good, Dane didn't quite want to make a scene. Stopping at the door the vampire rested his hand on the knob. He hesitated, giving Lucia the chance to speak her mind if needed. It was only a few seconds though, the hybrid had come this far, there was no real turning back now. The door to the mansion letting a gust of wind blow into the living room.

The plan was to lead Lucia straight to her room; all though Fang and Ahmad were by the entrance official greetings would come later. "Hello Ahmad and.... you." Dane said to the two vampires. "We need to talk, not now but soon." He quickly studied the new fellow before turning and leading Lucia up the stairs all the way to the fifth floor. The fifth floor like the fourth floor was made up of only one fairly large room. "This was your father's room, I believe now it's rightfully yours. There's even a cell for your prisoner, unless of course you wish to sleep in your old room; In which case I can hold him for you." Dane made sure Lucia had options. Making the hybrid believe she had control of her fate was important. He reached into his pocket and revealed a shiny gold key. "This is yours."

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

During the flight, Lucia listened intently to what Dane told her about the mansion she considered Home, and was glad to hear not much had changed. Still, she wondered how many Vampires in her father's court would still be there and how many she would remember; and who would remember her. It was difficult to keep the memories of her last days at the mansion at bay, and anticipation rose though she sat silently, calmly.

Picking up the unconscious Pablo, Lucia followed Dane to the front door of the Vampire mansion in London, her bare feet patting softly on the concrete. Seeing the large building again after all these years was welcome, but felt a little strange. Standing large and dark, the castle looked foreboding in the black, moonless night. It was just as perfect as she remembered it. Thoughts of the past bombarded her: playing in the garden, running up and down the stairs and halls, practicing the piano, pulling tricks on the older Vampires and spiking Chastity's preferred cow blood with Human blood; her father, Raven.... Remembering her father still hurt. The Hybrid tried to focus instead on right now. She was holding a dying Werewolf; that had to be dealt with first.

Lucia smiled softly to Dane as he paused outside the door and followed the Vampire into the bright living room. There was only a quick moment to look around the room and make eye contact with the two conversing Vampires near the doorway before the Hybrid was ushered upstairs. She held the Werewolf in her arms tight to her as she passed the two men and strode the steps up to the fifth floor; she knew where Dane was taking her. As the door to her father's room opened, Lucia could still catch the faint smell of the man who'd raised her. She expected for a moment for Raven to be waiting inside, arms crossed with a look of displeasure as he demanded to know where she'd been all these years. However, the room proved to be empty of people; though it seemed fairly unchanged since last she'd been in here, her father was not here. Nor would he ever be here again.

"No," Lucia met Dane's gaze, "I would prefer to sleep here."

Reminding herself of her first task, Lucia walked to the cell and examined the condition of the walls and silver chains. There were dark stains on the floor and some on the walls, and scratches and dents decorated the bare walls, but the chains were full intact, though it seemed as if the cell had not been occupied in some time. Lucia set Pablo down carefully against the back wall, blood had begun to soak through the layers of the sheet around him and had stained the front of Lucia's dress. She loosened the sheet around the Werewolf to expose his arms and ankles. With a corner of her purple bed sheet as a shield, Lucia grabbed the chains and fastened the boy into them by his wrists and ankles. There was enough slack for the boy to stand or lie down and move a bit, but he would not be able to reach the door. The Hybrid made note to get a bowl of water and maybe a little meat for her new pet as soon as she could.

For a moment, she watched the unconscious boy's breathing, and then turned back to Dane, taking the key he offered. "Dane..." Lucia paused, unsure how to say what she was thinking. She was home now, but things would be different, not only because of the murder of her father. When last Lucia lived here, she'd been 11 years old; everyone knew she was the King's daughter, but less than 4 of the residents here actually knew who Lucia's mother was, everyone believed her to be nothing more than a Vampire. However, she wasn't a child any longer. She'd hit puberty and gone through her first transformation as a Hybrid; would the Vampires here be able to sense a difference in her? It wasn't exactly for her safety, but Lucia didn't feel terribly comfortable telling the Den, no.. the Vampires here about her relation to Werewolves.

Finding the direct words wasn't working, so instead the girl tried to push the concern away and motioned toward the chained Pablo, "Will he live?" Lucia knew that Werewolves had rapid healing abilities, but wasn't sure how such a wound with a silver object would mess up those powers.

[Ahmad]

An odd feeling came over Ahmad as Dane and the new girl with the unconscious thing in her arms go by. There was something about this whole situation that Ahmad couldn't put past him, something that disturbed him. There was something about the girl that he couldn't figure out. She obviously wasn't human, otherwise a hunger would have come over him, but she wasn't a necessarily a vampire either, vampires had their own scent and she didn't smell like a vampire. But she wasn't a lycan either, for the smell would have been revolting to him, like the creature in her arms. They had captured a lycan, but Ahmad still couldn't figure out who or what she was, but she was definitely something new, but whether or not she could be trusted was another question entirely.

But the next thing that bugged him was the fact that Dane had taken a lycan prisoner. Usually Ahmad would interrogate on site and end them then and there. This must have been a powerful or high ranking mutt for Dane to have captured him alive. Hopefully they torture him slowly and get some good information out of him.

Ahmad turned to Fang, "I didn't know we could have pets here." He began to laugh, walking over to some of his things he brought in, he began to unpack. "So Fang, I hope things went well while I was gone, I see you didn't muck everything up which is a good start. But listen, we will probably start our missions in the morning, but here I've been putting this together for a little while now." He pulled out a manila folder with some files in it and dropped it on a table. "I've got some vampires I want you to take a look at, see if they are worth recruiting. Nothing special, not to powerful, most of them are in their first year of vampirism, but we need numbers. The second half of that folder are a few lycans that need dealing with, again a few small ones. But some have some connections to bigger bases. And we need to take out the small fish so we have bait for the big fish if you get my meaning."

Ahmad started to walk up to his room, "Take a look over that file this morning, then tomorrow night we will get to work. But it's almost morning, I'm heading to bed."

Ahmad ascended to his room, he grabbed a glass of AB+ from a fridge in his room and turned on the television while sipping it, he returned to pondering about the new girl and the pet. In my 2000 plus years I've never scenced anything like her, not a lycan, not a vampire, not a human. So what could she be? Nothing else existed except in legend. I remember reading about a mix of the species, but that was just a theory, a theory as an idea to bring about a peace between the races. But it was never possible, but that's the closest thing she could be. But it's not possible, but what ever she is I hope she cooperates. As he finished his glass, he went out and grabbed a shower and headed to bed.

As Ahmad laid there in bed trying to fall asleep, he kept thinking about the future, what this meant for him. What this meant for the vampires, and most of all, he wondered what the next big step was for the family. And this thought stayed in his head until he fell asleep.

[Fang Crusive]

Fang almost lost it when the smell hit his nose. "why is that smell here", he said to himself and then looked to the sleeping creature in the girl following Danes arms. It was the putrid sent of dog. A smell that made him shake with anger. He studied the girl that was holding the dog as she walked. She was different as well. Not a vampire but not a lycan either. He couldn't place the smell. It was like nothing he had ever smelt. but it wasn't unpleasant to the nose like that of the animal she held. His eyes burned as he looked at the sleeping lycan. "filthy dog", he muttered and turned to look at Dane as he spoke. "I wasn't aware we were allowed either", he hissed his eyes following the the three others as they finally left out of sight. He calmed himself a bit. He really needed to work on this anger of his. Anger would lead to him being reckless and that would lead to his own demise.

He excitedly took the file from the others hand and opened it. He glanced over the targets. Most of the lycan were young. nothing that would be to hard to handle but then again lycans could be surprising and no matter how young it was never wise to let you guard down. But that just meant this could be a lot of fun. theirs was nothing like the feel of his blade sliding through there flesh. It gave Fang a sense or peace. it was, though sadistic, a very satisfying feeling. He glanced over the other targets, possible recruits. they all looked promising. And if Dane was sending us after them they would need to be.

"Alright Ahmad il look this over and see you tomarrow evening. rest well", with that he walked up towards his room heading for bed. The sun was coming p and he could use the rest. around dusk he would find some food and then meet with ahmad. they would have a busy next couple of months.

[Dane]

Dane eyed Lucia curiously over her concern for the lycan. "He hasn't died yet, that must be a positive sign." The vampire said with a sinister grin. All joking aside it was a rather fair answer. If there was any silver in the wound he would have died during the flight to London. Though to be safe Dane checked his knife again. "Not a single chip." He said in admiration of his weapon. The combat knife he wielded was the source of lycan cries a plenty, almost nearly as much as his gun. "His lycan regeneration should be able to handle the rest." The vampire stepped forward and then crouched by the fallen lycan's side. There was blood and lots of it. Enough to send a vampire into a frenzy, it was almost a shame the boy's blood smelt putrid to him. However, the lycan's blood was more than fair game to the hybrid. Dane glanced at the mansion's new resident to see how she was holding up. She was keeping her composure for now. "I need a better look at the wound." He brushed aside the sweat and blood soaked blanket to reveal the gash. It was significantly smaller, but still bleeding, however, less profusely. Once again Dane glanced at Lucia to see her reaction. "If you are truly concerned over his health watch him carefully, I have business to attend to. I won't be gone for too long." With that he quickly left the room. Well aware that leaving her alone wasn't exactly safe for the lycan. Oh well, he had to make it look like the young man was her prisoner not his.



There was nothing Pablo wanted to do more than get up and leave this nightmare. He tried, many times, however some unseen force managed to keep him seated. All he could do was look forward and hope things got better, but they didn't. Nearly instantaneously with Dane stepping to the mic Pablo began to feel very hot, as if his skin was burning yet not quite. "And the nominees for worse den leader ever are.... Pete and Arai for leaving their dens, Vincent Valentine for... well you know, and of course last but not least, Pablo for allowing me to slaughter his den." The vampire said with a sick smile. "Shame on him." He added with a shake of his head, much to the amusement of the audience.

"And the winner is....." Pablo felt a hand reassuringly pat him on the shoulder. It was his cousin and for a mere moment he felt relief that is of course before Xhel spoke. "Don't worry; you've got this in the bag. I mean did you count the corpses? It was a job well done; I’ll give the vampire that. Almost reminded me of myself." Pablo felt his heart sink once again. "I thought I taught you better." Now he began to sweat nearly uncontrollably as Dane was seemingly building anticipation. Minutes went by... all throughout the vampire stared straight at Pablo; his eyes turned red, making his gaze send a chill down the lycan's spine. Out, he needed out now. Would screaming help? Pablo attempted something he rarely did, however as he opened his mouth no sound came out. "Pablo!!!! Get up here kid, you deserve it." Dane finally spoke as he tore up the card and tossed its pieces over his shoulders.

"I knew you had it in you!" "I'm so proud." "Dammit you beat me again, I've got you next time buddy." Pablo was bombarded by a number of congratulations, turning his already miserable situation worse. And while the last thing Pablo wanted to do was get up and slowly walk up to the stage while shaking hands and saying thank you to friendly congratulatory audience members it's exactly what he did. This was hell after all and apparently he had no control of his body here. Unwillingly Pablo walked up to the grinning vampire. "Collect your prize champ." He could hear somebody shout from within the crowd. "I've got your trophy right here." Dane began stepping towards Pablo as he reached behind his back. As the lycan unwillingly held out his hand to shake the vampire's; Dane from behind his back pulled out the 'award'. "Congratulations." Dane shoved his knife into the lycan's chest once again. Center stage Pablo fell onto all floors and let out a shriek. His dream slowly faded away as he woke up screaming and shooting upright. Pablo's cry echoed throughout the mansion halls, this though was nothing new and drew no concern from the residents. It took a few seconds, but after the burning from the silver chains began to set in and the fact Lucia was in front gave Pablo a new suspicion and not necessarily a good one. "Am I not dead?" He said feebly, his face was a stark pale. He felt light headed... and on the verge of passing out he lied his head down on the floor.

[Lucia Drusa Severa]

Dane's words became a soft muffle as the Vampire King brushed aside the sheet covering Pablo's wound. True, though the bleeding had subsided some, the smell was still ever potent and had been tormenting Lucia the entire trip to London. How the girl had ever managed to control herself while being in such close quarters with the wounded Werewolf was beyond her, but now, it was becoming too much. Her bright red eyes took on a subtle glazed look, and she nodded ever so slightly, echoing Dane, "I will watch him," not even following Dane out with her eyes, but keeping them steadily on Pablo.

The Werewolf's wound had healed significantly, but the blood that had seeped out still lay drying on the young man's chest, and some on the breast of Lucia's dress. It shone brilliantly, matching the intensity of the Hybrid's eyes. Subconsciously, Lucia Drusa Severa stepped closer to the Werewolf and knelt by his side. I wanted to keep him... But the Werewolf's blood was too much; Lucia had been strong for hours, enough was enough. Pablo lay right there, unmoving, unable to resist, but still alive for the moment. Lucia had fed off of blood packs for too long now; she needed something fresh, something rife with energy.

Pablo seemed to stir slightly, uncomfortably in his fever and finally let out a pained yell. Lucia watched with a detached interest, the haze of hunger still over her eyes, as if she was not all present, but licked her lips expectantly. Satan, that scream of despair and agony, it made her heart melt and her very being ache. That the Werewolf had regained some form of consciousness was a good sign though, it meant she would not need to worry as much about the amount of blood she would take. "No," Lucia smiled lovingly down at Pablo. "You are not dead. You are alive, and with me." Bending forward, the Hybrid braced herself with one hand on the concrete ground; long, auburn hair fell over her shoulders, brushing softly against the Werewolf's neck and chest. "My name is Lucia." Lucia brushed away Pablo's brown hair from his moist, pale forehead and then pulled the sheet down to keep it away from the healing wound in his chest. Hell, his blood smelled so good. Leaning in, Lucia flicked her tongue lightly over the wound in Pablo's chest, getting the smallest of samples of the Werewolf's blood. Electrifying and irresistible. The situation's fate was sealed with that one taste. The Hybrid's body sunk in, closer to Pablo, drinking up the blood that had spilled out of his chest and moving up to clean the young man's face, then finally, gloriously, sinking her teeth into the Werewolf's neck. Four pointed teeth stabbed into the boy's flesh, firmly holding his neck beneath the Hybrid's body. Lucia wrapped an arm around Pablo's head, entwining her fingers in his hair and drinking deep. The copper taste of the Werewolf's blood was energizing and quenched her thirst like nothing the girl had ever tasted before; she didn't want to stop. With each intake, Lucia felt herself getting stronger and more lost in the ecstasy. It became clear why her father had enjoyed the blood of Werewolves so much; she suddenly felt herself capable of taking on hordes of enemies all on her own.

[Pablo]

All things considered, this isn't that bad. Sure, his chest hurt like hell, but as a lycan who'd fought in countless battles this wasn't the first wound he'd received, nor would it be the last. While the chains were more than irritable at least the gash had nearly healed. "Well that's good, being dead would have ruined my weekend." He managed to smile weakly. Diffuse the situation with friendliness, Pablo's mind was a haze and he couldn't quite figure out why he was chained up and on the floor. He turned his head to look at Lucia as she approached. There was something unsettling about the way she looked at him; he could feel the hairs on his neck slowly begin to stand up. Lucia? the name nearly instantaneously cleared haze, returning his memory. He snarled angrily as the hybrid brushed away his hair; she was the enemy, he remembered now. "Stay away from-" He froze, his body became tense as she licked his wound. The feeling wasn't comforting, painful first that is until she continued.

What was happening? Her trying to kill him couldn't have been that long ago, yet here she was licking the blood of his body. He couldn't lie, while at first there was a wince of pain, he was beginning to enjoy it. In some ways it was strangely intimate, sadly enough more so than nearly every other memory in his life. Damn his werewolf genes, it felt great. Though that didn't stop Pablo from noticing something was amiss. This room... reeked of his blood, but the building reeked of vampire. Dane had taken him prisoner, that was much clear, but why didn't he smell any lycan coming off of Lucia? She smelt like a blood sucker her, the overwhelming vampire smell stopped him from detecting the lycan off of her. Something that wouldn't happen if she were an actual werewolf. Pablo was smart enough to realize what it meant... and that the opposite had happened in the den. She was Alena's daughter... but who was the father? The Queen's relationship with the former vampire king was no secret to him.

She was clearly 'cleaning' off his blood. That much was clear, but she also slowly made her way up to his neck. This is bad. He tried crawling away, but it was to no avail as he was quickly backed into a corner. "Please stay away." It came out as a whimper as he felt a lick across his cheek. He could only hopelessly look at Lucia as she bit into his neck. His body flinched underneath her bite as he tensed up once again. There was an initial pain, but it quickly became something different. He expected discomfort, not for it to feel sensual, good, pleasurable or any of the thousand other words he could use to explain this. This was wrong. He tried to struggle, the chains allowed for enough motion to get his hands on Lucia's sides, yet despite all his effort she didn't even budge. This was wrong, he was powerless to fight back, the additional blood loss and silver chains were draining his strength. No... things were worse than wrong when he found himself holding back a light moan. She was killing him, yet he only wanted to succumb. It was slowly becoming more difficult to just give in. Each tooth felt like its own source of pleasure and the way she pinned him against the floor while entwining her fingers within his hair, it was making the already confused lycan even more so. He began to feel connected to his would be killer.

It would have been easy to give up, but there were many ways Pablo imagined dying, having his blood sucked by a vampire or half vampire or whatever she is; wasn't one of them. There wasn't nearly enough explosions. His ever growing light hotheadedness only made it clear, he would pass out soon and then his life would end. He wasn't having it and neither was the beast within. At first it wanted to fight back, unleash Pablo's 'true form' yet despite his best efforts the chains kept the lycan contained. He could feel the wolf in him begin crying out mentally for help, there was nobody... only Lucia. The lycan inside the hybrid... he could smell it because of the stench of vampire, but he could feel the beast. He needed to reach out to that side of her, it was his only hope. Please don't... I can't die... I don't want to die. So this is how far he had fallen, the fate of his life determined by a whimper, a prayer that he appeal to the empathy lycan's felt naturally for each other