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Lisandra had finished the blood when one of her underlings came in bearing a report. They seemed very agitated.

"Calm down, let me see the report." she said. The report was dropped on her desk and she opened it. Her fingernails dug into the folder as she read the report. "Now I have something else to talk about with the lycan Elder." she growled. Her anger seemed to resonate around her and the other vampyre quickly left.

"Targetting our some of our best...soon they'll end up targetting me." she said. "I won't let them kill my kind off." She threw the empty glass onto the floor. "MARRON!!"

The wraith hovered in the room. "Yes, mistress?"

"I need you to fetch me a human." she said. Marron nodded and left the office and went into the throng of human outside.

Chance ended up by The Orginization. He decided to stop and go in. His face was kept, not expressionless, but no one could tell what it was.

He walked to the elevator, nodding to some people as he passed. The door opened and a lady walked out. Chance took a step inside and turned, pushing the button for the top floor. It was an eventless ride and he arrived.

He made his way through the maze like floor until be came to a set of executive double doors. He pushed his way in...

"Excuse me, you need an ap, I mean go right ahead sir!" said the secretary. She didn't have to worry, she was just doing her job. He walked to the door and opened it.

"Who the? Chance? that you m'bo...er sir."
The doors closed.

"It's ok old fellow. I know it's still odd."
"Thank you."
"Been doing well it seems," commented Chance as he sat down.
"Yes, it has. I take it you got the report?"
Chance nodded, "Your man Nocholai seems to be particularly efficient."
The older man smile and leaned back, taking a puff of his pipe, "yes, he's one of our top members."
"Good good, I was thinking of seeing if he has what it takes to be a general later."
"Oh, that's splendid! But he's so young..."
"As am I."
The old man sighed, "Point taken."
"By the way, why were there so many high level kills during a truce?"
"You said there might be a truce, so I though it didn't mat...."
"And how do you expect Lisandra to agree when you're killing her generals?!" Chance stodd and started the old man down
"Er...I ah?" he asked, dropping his pipe.
"I don't want to see ANY high profile kills this month!" Chance's face moved clocer to the old mans as he spoke, "Just the lowerst scum! And if I even see Lisandra's name on one of those lists..."
Thier noses were touching, "I WILL kill you and the person assigned to it. Understand?"
"Yes sir!"
"Good day then," said Chance was a devilish smile as he turned and walked out of the room. The secretary looked down at a blank paper so as not to look at Chance, for fear of attack. When the elevator doors close and the elevator started moving...
"Damn that pup! How dare he speak to me that way! How is he the leader when he's so young, and yet I've been around for hundresds of years!"

The elevator dinged and Chance got off, making his way to his car. He got in, started it and left.

As he drove, he found one of the worn down buildings he knew housed so many of his kind in less than acceptable conditions. He pulled over and killed t he engine as he watched the people going about their lives. HE heard a little commotion and saw a female werewolf run down to the bottom floor (sorry if I'm wrong on the building).

Lisandra was still silently fuming over the latest report when the doors of her office opened and in walked a man who looked as if he could live better days. She looked at the floor to see a faint trail of smoke.

"Nice job, marron. You went for someone lowly." she said. Marron 'stepped' out of the homelass man, who then crumpled tot he floor, still unconciouss. Lisandra walked over to the body and took a sniff around the man. "He's been drinking...a lot. Well, atleast I've grown a tolerance to the stuff." she said. She knelt down and sank her fangs into the man's neck and began to drink.

Lisandra could feel that Kym was in the room. She looked up from the man.

"Kym, there is a report on my desk I want you to read. You'll know which one it is because the edges should be a little messed up." she said and then went back to feeding.

Marron just hovered off to the side awaiting orders and watching.

From a alleyway not far from the delerict building that was headquarters, appeared a tall pale women, her golden chesnut colored hair masked her face as she walked out from darkness of the alley into the light of the street. She look like a soilder with all the weapons she seemed to be carrying, her clothes were unusual too. A black skirt that is only long at the back, where the front reaches just about middle ofher thighs. A Pair of long black leather boots that come up to her knees, that seemed to have seen alot of action. Finally her top a short sleeved and low cut black silk top, where a silver locket hung showing greatly on the black.

After a moment standing there looking at the ground she raised her head, and flicked her har from her face. She was a such a pale looking thing, but her dark brown eyes finished off the beauty of her face. Around her mouth was traces of blood, she quickly rubbed it off with the back of hand and started to lick it off her hand.

"So much death and so much suffering but so little fun for me"She said when she finished. She turned her head and spotted the Headquaters and sighed.
"I suppose it's time for me to make an appearance and report in"She said as she turned and started to head towards the building.

Alexia entered Headquarters, she flicked a long brown strand of hair from her face.
"Everytime i come here,it always manages to creep me out"she said looking around. "But it was a while since i was last here, i bet she is still mad at me for disobeying the last order she gave"She added as she came up to the office door and just entered without knocking.

"Lisandra, it's been a while"Alexia said standing watching Lisandra feed then looked at Marron then Kym.

Nikolai always remained indoors until nightfall... he had to sleep, since he took on a vampiric sleep cycle, finding it more favorable to his profession.

So, the black blinds and curtains were meant for blocking out the sun while he slept, but it was still night, and he wasn't sure what to do. Killing that vampire was easy; the organization had probably overrated him.

Or Nikolai was just getting too good for his own good.

He stretched in his chair, wondering if he could drop by HQ and pick up his Dragunov, maybe polish it up and take it back home with him. Every weapon he owned, even his katzbalger, could be concealed, save for his beloved Dragunov SVD Sniper Rifle.

Of course, the only weapons he used were straight from Mother Russia herself, save for his Smith and Wesson .50 caliber revolver. Nikolai was a patriot.

He opened the door, letting the cool night air surround him, and then shut the door behind him. Of course all of his weapons were on his person at all times save for if he was bathing or sleeping, and even then he had a gun on his nightstand, under his pillow, and in the shower, in every case.

"So, what to do, what to do...?" He asked himself quietly, looking around. Maybe there was some more business to attend to.

(I'm kind of lost on what time of day it was/is.)