Fort smiled. This should be fun.

"Why not?" Fort said and slapped Paul on the back. Paul smiled, he would enjoy the bitter taste of revenge.

"Ok lemme suit up again. Theres plenty of weapons in my crate there. Semi auto's, knives, you name it." Fort said as he led Paul into the room. Paul walked in and Fort stuck his head out the door and peered at Daphne's door. He really wanted to run over there, bust that door down and take her and rip her clothe- "DAMN YOU LUNA ECLIPSE!!!" He thought and re entered his room.

Fort quickly suited up and strapped the Minigun to his shoulder last. He looked over at Paul who was shoulder deep in his crate.

"See anything you like?" Fort asked walking up to him and looking inside the crate.

"Well a couple knives was really the only thin-HELLO! What do we have here?" Paul said as he lifted an M16 with an M203 grenade launcher attachment. One of Fort's favorites for heavy assault missions.

"Ah, good choice." Fort said

"M16 with M203 grenade launcher attachment..." Paul said, checking the gun. He clipped some grenade rounds and clips onto his belt. Fort and Paul then walked out the door to find Griggs coming their way.

Nikoli had wandered, and thought, enough. He needed something to do, the options were, A: go "mingle" with the rest of the pack, but that wouldent work very well as most of them would try to avoid him. The second option was to go wander through the streets again.The third and, thanks to the Luna Eclipse, the most appealing, was to go check on Daphne.

He decided to do both the second and the third, even though the third option was unnessicary. She had been hurt badly, but she would have healed by now. Nikoli had taken much worse many times before, it had taken him just days to heal, he had the scars to prove it. He began to walk through the hallways soon coming to The turn that would take him to Daphne's room.

He saw the Fort and Paul walk out of a room with weapons. Nikoli paused, if Fort was out here, then Daphne was gone. He started to walk, and passed the other slayer, who was looking unusualy...fury. He passed them fullly aware of the uneasy look he recived from Paul.

  It was dark out, but that was good. Nikoli had been walking for a while, and nothing was happening. He breathed in, and smelled blood. A moment later he dissmissed it, it was from before. He continued to walk, and began to think again.

(We're sorry for your loss, but we can now kill off your character, right?)

(Sure, knock your self your self out)

Crispin stood in his training room, which was filled with weapons and punching bags and other training equipment. The debri of several wooden targets was scattered all over the floor. Resting from the incredibly long training session, Crispin had been training vigorously, lifting weights, honing his skills, and preparing for the Balor Lord.

Crispin went to his main living quarters and pulled out a glass to prepare one of his favorite drinks: The Salvation Cocktail, which consists of Russian Vodka mixed with Holy Water and a touch of grape juice. He drank it very rarely, due to how valuable Holy Water was, but he always prepared it for himself before a great battle.

After satisfying his thirst, Crispin went to see how his grandson was doing.

(Odd considering that you are a slayer, and what he does pretty much is the exact oppisote of what you do. He kills humans. You could simply hate him for the exact reason that Paul feels uneasy about him. He is different. Very very different, theres something not right about him. Hes to strong, like he is much older then he looks and he is )

Nikoli had been wandering randomly. He stopped by a fast food resturant, and now he was very very bored. The city was quiet. He sat down and began to remember.

    It was warm in the town, the people watch me nervously. The horse I had stolen moved quickly, taking me past the forest quickly, I had heard musket shots in the distance, the colonies were rebeling. Britan was slowly being pushed from Her children. I stopped at an inn, and rented a room for the night. I have contacted this countries natives many times, I have decided to head west, perhaps I can find a group that will accept me for a while.

He stood and continued to wander.

(what country is this Mel? (when you get back))

John couldent find them, the streets were empty. He took a random turn and saw a man standing in the street. It was, by the very faint smell of him, a werewolf. He reloaded his pistol, with a differnt clip, the bullets were desinged to splinter on impact, and they contained silver. He drew his knife, and slowly began to approach.

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(ok, I'm editing Nikoli's appearance slightly, He is a muscular person, but he isnt huge exactly, you get it right? as a wolf/half wolf, he is still large)

A bullet whized past Nikoli, he turned, already begining to change. He charged, leaping at the slayer. By the time he reached him, he was a full wolf. He knocked the slayer over, and prepared to rip his throat out. The slayer stabbed him in the side, and kicked him off. Nikoli ripped the knife out and began to run, he could already feel the bleeding slow, but he did not want to fight with a hole in his side.

((When I said in the middle I meant in between the bucket seats.  The car is only a fastback.))

((So much for parents being a reliable source of information.))

Paul smiled and said, "Dirty Harry."

Fort looked at him and nodded.  The rest of the place was silent.  But it was a quiet before the storm.

Paul sniffed the muzzle of his gun.  "I love the smell of garlic in the morning."

All hell broke loose.  Griggs and Fort unstrapped the miniguns and started firing.  Vamps were going down by the dozens.  Paul switched the M-16 to burst and let fly the garlic rubbed bullets.

Fort and Griggs, armed with miniguns went in first. The door to the main room of the club was directly in front of them, Paul stood behind them, loading a grenade round into his M203. Fort and Griggs nodded to each other and kicked the door in simoutaneously.

Fort could smell them all, the stench. They were all vampires. Any humans allowed in the club were already pale corpses devoid of blood that were tossed in a corner. That just gave him that much more room to kill.

The club layout was simple. A long bar to their left, dance floor packed with vamp's directly in front and the walled lined with private little booths with tables were vamp's sat and drank. Griggs leveled Ol'Painless to the left and mowed down all the vamps sitting at the bar in an instant. Shells were flying everywhere as vampire blood rained through the club. Griggs clenched his teeth and yelled in battle craze as blood began to coat him.

Fort turned right and began to cut a swath through all the vamps sitting at the private booths. Tables were splintered and glasses were shatteres and vampires were cut in half by the curtain of holy water imbued lead that traveled from booth to booth. Fort had his lip curled at the sight of the cowardly vamps running and the brave ones trying to get to the trio but falling. "DON'T RUN YOU GOD DAMN LEECHES!" He yelled at the cowardly ones.

Paul came up last between Fort and Griggs. He lifted his M16 and aimed at the dance floor packed with startled vampires. His finger squeezed the trigger of the M203 grebade launcher and Griggs and Fort heard the satisfying "FOOM" of the shell leaving the barrel. The grenade impacted with a particularly insane shirtless vampire littered with tattoes and a mohawk and yelling in fury at Paul. The resulting explosion shook the club and sent blood, and bits of bone and vampire's screeching to their deaths as they either burned up or were caught in Fort's and Griggs' line of fire.

Vampires began to pour into the room from the main door and private rooms. Paul moved to one of the private rooms next to the door and stood next to the door frame. The first vampire ran through and was greeted by one of Paul's sai's to his face. Paul then turned into the room and blasted away the remaining vampires in the private room...they seemed to be preoccupied by some extracurricular activities at the time.

Griggs began to move with Fort to the main door where most of the vampires were coming through but he had to reload Ol' Painless. Griggs nodded to Fort and the signal was understood. "Hold off the main door as I reload."
Fort moved right in front of the main door and vampires began to pour into the club, jumping and diving and throwing themselves at Fort as he cut them to pieces with his line of fire.

Fort looked back to check on Griggs. He was pulling out another box of rounds to put load into Ol'Painless when a crazed vampire sprung from the back door they had come through and was about to rip out Griggs' throat, as he was turned around.

"Griggs, your SIX!" Fort yelled as he continued to mow down the chargind vamps.

Griggs unholstered his Desert Eagle in the blink of an eye and spun, doing a quick shot action. The headless corpse of the vampire landed at his feet. A second vampire sprang through the door after Griggs holstered the Desert Eagle and he didnt have time to draw it again. He held the minigun in one and hand reached out with the other as the vampire flew through the air at Griggs, fangs shining in the black light of the club. (Remeber Griggs is still in halfwere form) Griggs caught the vampire by the throat and held him close to his face as it thrashed and screeched in his grasp.

"Diiiiiisgusting." Girggs said and squeezed. An audible crunch was heard. There was very little neck left and the vampire's corpse as it fell to the ground.

"V for Vendetta!" Fort and Paul yelled simoutaneously as Paul moved into another private room and Fort continued to decorate the club with vampire blood and corpses.

Girggs finished reloading and relieved Fort as Fort fell back and reloaded his own Minigun. After a couple more minutes, vampires stopped coming through the main door and Fort and Griggs slowly peered out the door. There were none left to run in. Griggs and Fort turned to each other, each with a cocky smile on their face.

"Two in the box" Fort said

"Ready to go" Griggs continued

"We be fast" Paul added as he emerged from another private room, bloodsplattered

"AND THEY BE SLOW!" They all said in unison.

"Ghostbusters, love that movie." Said Griggs. The team examined their handy work and looked quite pleased with themselves.

"Alright were not done yet. Paul you check the kitchen?" Fort asked

"Yea I cleared it out." He answered

"Ok lets check to see if theres a hidden coven underneath here. The entrance should be in the kitchen."

The group walked through the club to the door behind the bar where the kitchen was. It took alot longer than first assumed since the floor couldn't even be seen because of the blood and corpses that they had to navigate through. They entered the kitchen and Fort led them to the freezers. he opened each one and Griggs would level Ol'Painless into it for cover. At the last door, Griggs leveled Ol'Painless as proper protocal and nodded.

"Here we go." He said. Fort and Paul peered into the freezer. There was a passage leading through the back wall of the freezer, which really wasn't a freezer at all but just a door to disguise the entrance of the hidden coven. Fort nodded and entered the dark stone passage. Paul followed while loading another grenade round into the M203 and Girggs brought up the rear.

Daphne and Loxley walked down Maxwell Street and the vampire coven was easy to spot for anyone looking for it. A cool breeze blew and Daphne lifted her nose. Yep, there are definitely vampires here, she thought to herself.

“Are you sure about this?” Loxley questioned as they walked to the front door.

“Not really but we need to ask,” Daphne said she knocked on the large wooden door.

A large vampire opened the door and immediately raised a magnum.

Daphne raised her hands, “We’re only here to talk.”

“Well I ain’t the talking type,” the vampire said and opened fire.

Daphne ducked and Loxley neatly blew the vampire’s head off with his shotgun. “Access granted,” Loxley said smugly.

“That wasn’t really how I wanted to do things,” Daphne started.

Loxley shrugged, “He fired first.”

“Good point,” Daphne replied as she stepped over the body. Not surprisingly there were six vampires awaiting them inside.

Daphne raised a hand, “We only want to speak to D. Your guard opened fire first.”

A pale faced woman with black hair stepped forward, “He was doing his job.”

Daphne decided to get to the point, “We know what’s killing both vampires and werewolves alike. I’m sure you’ve found your own in a mummified state with red eyes.”

That got the attention of a male standing at the top of stairs, “Come to admit your crimes have you?”

Daphne shook her head, “Such work is that of a demon.”

The male raised a brow, “That’s not surprising, call one up you couldn’t handle?”

“We’re not into that voodoo crap,” Loxley snarled.

“Keep your guard dog gagged,” the male vampire said as he descended the stairs. “So you want to speak to D about this. What makes you think he doesn’t already know?”

“Because the demon isn’t dead yet,” Daphne replied coolly.

The male vampire laughed, “Well that’s true I suppose. So what do you propose to do?”

Daphne tilted her head slightly, “We were hoping that D could confirm one of his talents that may just help in getting rid of these demons.”

“Wait did you just say demons? As in more than one?” The male asked looking ever paler.

“Yes, there’s more than one. That’s why I want to speak with D.” Daphne told getting somewhat impatient.

“D’s out, he’ll be back later.” The male told.

“Fine, tell him to meet me at the Murk Motel at 2am. Then we can talk,” Daphne said as she headed for the door. Loxley glared at the vampires.

“I’ll pass on the message, if D gets back in time.” The male vampire assured them.

Daphne gave a nod and left, Loxley followed her closely.

“So what now?” Loxley asked as they cautiously moved away from the coven.

Daphne shrugged, “I guess we wait.”

Loxley smiled, "May I suggest dinner?"