Valiant had been aiming at the twerp behind the car when he heard the blast of a horn. “Shi-“ he started as he saw a prime mover heading his way. He tried to move but somehow he’d managed to shut the edge of his coat in the door of the car. He reefed but it was too late, the truck came barrelling at him and increase speed. “This is going to hurt,” he said as he threw his guns in Joo-Eun’s direction.

The truck hit him with such force that Valiant was thrown two car lengths away. The truck kept coming, Valiant didn’t even have time to scrabble to his feet as the truck crashed into him. Valiant felt his face smash against the grill, his hip broke as it was pulverised by the chrome bumper bar, his foot caught under the front wheel and he was down on the ground.

The eighteen-wheeler proceeded to crush him with half of its tyres. Valiant felt his bones crunch under the truck, even his teeth were splinted. After what seemed like an eternity Valiant was free of the weight but not the pain. He lay there for a moment wondering if any part of his body wasn’t broken. Then he heard the truck slow, he turned his head feeling the bones in his neck crack, the truck was coming back for another go.

Joo-Eun ran out to Valiant, grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and threw him out of the way. She took a number of bullet wounds but quickly retreated to her hiding place. This was getting out of hand. Joo-Eun picked up her phone to call for back up.

Paul ran down the back alleys trying to avoid all confrontation.  Which was extremely hard for him.  He liked confrontation as much as the next lycan perhaps, arguably more but he had to help Clara.  He wasn't prepared to let the one thing that he loved die.  He shifted into a man-wolf increasing his speed.  At this speed he arrived within minutes.  He saw the sign on the small house as he neared the hospital.  Dr. Lupine's Clinic.  It was closed he entered through the front door as opposed to where Dr. Lupine carried out his practice.  A small little man stood up shocked at this.

"What is the meaning of this-"  As he looked at Paul in his half wolf form he just nodded.  And then he saw Clara draped over her shoulders.

"She... needs... help."  Paul managed to growl out. 

"Right this way my boy."  Paul followed Dr. Lupine to a back room. 

"Put her down on that table."  He placed her down on the table.  A shifted back.  His trench coat had been torn but his pants were intact.  His bare flesh was covered in sweat, his own and Clara's. 

"Ah silver.  It looks like someone took a chunk out of her arm..."

"That was me.  She was hit with a silver bullet in the arm and hip.  I took the one out of her hip and the one in her arm was fragmented and I don't think I got all of the fragments out."

"That much is obvious.  Well I prefer to work alone so if you would leave me..:

"No.  I am staying."

Dr. Lupine sighed.  "If you wish.  Werewolves are all the same."

Sitting at his throne, in a sleep-like trance, eyes closed, D appeared almost to be a corpse, due to his pale skin. A vibration went through his brain, and he opened his eyes immediately. Picking up his cell phone, he dialed Ashryn first.

"Ashryn, I have picked up another. This one is female, freshly changed, about a year in. Find her and bring her to me." (This is referring to Audrey)

"Lord D, your Highness, I think there is something you must know."

"Alas, but it shall wait. Your first objective is to find this new vampire, and bring her to me so I can.. sway her to our cause."

"Yes, milord. I will call you once I have found her."

Nikoli had made his way back to his den, where he sat for a moment, growing restless, he rose and changed into a large, black wolf, with a small amount of grey on the snout. He began to run, through the forest and into the city. The Luna Eclipse was near, ususaly among those as old as him, the urge to mate was mostly gone. He still felt it apparently an unforseen side efect of the potion that had kept him alive for so long. He delt with it by killing, one could track his progress around the wold by yearly slaughters, sometimes humans, but mostly livestock. It would be difficult here, but he would manage, he hoped. He stopped momentarily, seeing the muzzle flashes of guns.

A small boy looked out the window groggily, he had woken his parents about a bad dream, and they were calming him. He saw a very large black wolf, and told his mother. When she checked the wolf was gone. Later that night the boy would have a nightmare about a large dark creature, but he would forget it before he woke up.

Daphne didn’t miss the intensity of Nathaniel’s gaze. She felt her pulse increase and immediately stepped back, It’s got to be the Luna Eclipse, it’s messing with my head, she thought to herself.

“Anita is part of my pack and part of my conclave. Problem is that she doesn’t like being home that often.” Daphne explained.

“Do you know where she goes?” Nathaniel asked seemly more comfortable with the extra distance between them.

Daphne shook her head, “I never really took much notice. Crispin however does, but that’s probably because he’s her...” Daphne paused wondering if she should tell Nathaniel that Anita was Crispin’s daughter.

“He’s her what?” Nathaniel prompted.

“It’s not important,” Daphne cut in and noticed that Nathaniel narrowed his eyes at her. “Fine, he’s her father.”

“We were on a date,” Clara told and mouths dropped everywhere.

“With the Omega?” one of the males gasped.

Clara shrugged, “He saved my life.” She said as she threaded her good arm around one of Paul’s. “We got shot at and he looked after me.”

A few eyebrows were raised at that but no one said anything. They merely let them pass. Clara took Paul back to her room. “Did you see who shot at us?” she asked.

"......." Fort thought for a moment. It seemed Crispin was his...grandfather.

"So um...what does grandpapy Crispin have to say about all this?" Fort asked Daphne

Daphne didn’t know what to say. “Crispin is desperate to find out what’s been plaguing his daughter. You may have provided the answer. Does your mother still see your father? It could explain where she goes.”

-

Clara grabbed the keys to her car. “Let’s go back to the café to see if we can find any clues.”

Paul nodded, “Okay.”

As the pair drove into town they were surprised to see a truck blocking part of the road and a battle of gunfire happening. “I think we may have found our friends,” Clara said as she parked the car behind a building. “Let’s go check it out.”

-

Loxley smiled as he saw the alpha and the dragon. “We’ve got some vampires that need to be put down.”

Crispin raised a brow, “Hmm always a pleasure to kill vampires.”

Zan looked at the two vampires, “Can I toast them?”

Loxley pointed out the truck, “I think one’s already crushed, probably wouldn’t hurt to make him toasty too.”

At that moment another car came in with more vampires with guns. “Zan why don’t you go play with that car.” Crispin suggested.

As soon as Paul rounded the building he saw the Asian who had shot at them in a car fiddling with it.  Paul growled as he changed into a half-lycan form.  He launched himself onto the hood of the car took only a second to relish the look on the vamps face as he smashed his furry paw through the front window and grabbed her by the neck.  He dragged her out and hurled her flailing form at the wall of the building across from him.

Fort shivered. His father...

-

Elric Fortesque had disappeared off the face of the earth about 15 years ago. He had once been a slayer and a Silver Knight of St.Michael like his elder son, Nathaniel Fortesque was today. Daniel(from RPG:Quarantine), Nathaniel's half brother, had chosen to stay close to his mother after Elric died and did not choose to go to the Silver Knights. Daniel's mother had taken Elric's disappearance extremely hard, and Daniel stayed with her till she died about 4 years ago and Daniel is still in the US Marines special forces team that he joined to pass the time while staying with his mother. He had the warrior spirit that all Fortesque's had, and it had to be qwelled.

Nathaniel expects Daniel to join the Silver Knights once his term of service is over, they've talked about it on several occasions. Elric had been the Commander at the time of his disappearance and had made quite a name for himself, the Fortesque brothers knew they would continue his legacy.

The are a few facts concerning Elric's disappearance. The current commander, Commander Deckard, had told Nathaniel al he knew about the case. Elric was Commander at the time, meaning he did not go on many field missions, yet led many teams from the hidden HQ. However, Elric's reign saw the ominous return of the death knight Lord Zizzoroth, a former...acquantance of Elric's. In his time before he was commander Elric had fought and banished the infamous Lord Zizzoroth (he looks like my avatar) that had plagued the Order for so long, or so it seemed. Somehow, no one knows exactly how, Lord Zizzoroth had made his way back to the earthrealm to cause havoc and chaos once again, his main target being Elric himself....and Hell hath no fury then a death knight scorned.

Elric personally led the super elite assault team thats mission was to end Lord Zizzoroth for good. The team went to Zizzoroth's massive hidden castle in Northern Norway. They fought their way to Zizzoroth's tower chamber, traversing traps, puzzles, monsters and unknown horrors. When they reached Zizzoroth, he was ready. With his powerful death knight magic Zizzoroth was able to isolate Elric from the rest of the assault team. The team was sent to a gigantic hidden chamber below the castle where they fought Lord Zizzoroth's Dracolich (undead dragon). Elric remained with Zizzoroth where they once again faced each other in single combat. Zizzoroth fought with his cursed two handed sword of evil and Elric with his own twohanded sword, Brightblade, which had been passed down through the Fortesque family for centuries.

The assault team does not know what happened after that. There is no doubt that a titanic battle ensued, yet after the team was able to defeat the Dracolich and return to the chamber, both Zizzoroth and Elric were nowhere to be found. The chamber lay in ruin. The only intact thing was the large ornate mirror at the back of the room. It had 5 dragon heads of different color adorning the edges of the mirror. It was built into the castle itself, and could not be removed. Research teams and Silver Knights scientists were deployed to the castle to check the mirror, yet there were no results. The mirror did not shatter, it did not react to any substance, it did not react to anything. It simply stayed there, reflecting the scientists and research teams in their frustration. The Order was forced to abandon the search project and Zizzoroth's castle all together.

Now, the castle lies abandoned and dormat in the coldest, most barren region of Northern Norway. This was everything Commander Deckard told Nathaniel. Deckard was one of the members of Elric's elite slayer assault team.

-

...Fort nearly released a single tear, yet managed to hold it back.

"...um, no...no. She doesnt come to see my father." Nathaniel replied to Daphne.

((Whew....nothing like late night RPG-ing I always say. ))

Ashryn's confusion matched his growing frustration with D's coven as well as D himself. Ashryn saw himself as a keeper of secrets of the coven. For him, that was priority for all of their survival. Ashryn was of the opinion that D's recent lack of action has given some of his kin the opportunity for more brazen activities. He knew that the coven's biggest problem was Valiant, a vampire who was much younger and hateful and dangerous towards everyone, especially humans. They were toys to him, nothing more. Come to think of it, Ashryn thought, the female's bloodscent had a faint likeness to Valiant's. Ashryn hadn't heard anything about his activity in some time.

<Damn, you're getting as complacent as the old fool.> Ashryn thought. Not that he wasn't loyal to D. He simply felt a coven leader had to take a more proactive role, especially with his kinsmen's vicious nature. He was on the scent of the female, and it was definitely getting stronger. Then he heard the gunfire, and smelled the scents of wounded vampires and werewolves. Valiant and his target were definitely among them.

<(Expletive Deleted), Valiant, what have you done?>

He quickens his pace...

Ashryn hissed in pain (Thanx Adeptus :-P... What kinda ammo you using?)

It burned painfully, but in his 225 years as a vampire he'd been shot countless times.

<Slayer...I knew it...>

He smelled the female and the slayer in the motel room and knew he had to be quick. Bullet still burning the flesh of his leg, he summoned as much of his speed as possible and ran for the door, swinging the butt-end of his fully automatic custom-modified guitar into the front of the young, and extremely surprised slayer's face as he ran through the door, hissing angrily.

Eyes blazing, he swung the now obvious barrel into the slayer's stunned and bloody expression, "Halfling, let's see if you can regrow that head of yours, or will you be playing nice?" He hissed.