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She smiled and reached for one of the coats. She slipped it on and went inot her brothers room. She grabbed every weapon she could find and stuffed them into the pockets. Her brother never was good at using what he had, he's too nice. She flipped up the hood and left the room, meeting Miles in the hallway. She noded to him. "I'm ready." she said.

"Do we agrre then?" Sa'Vinitta asked. I nodded and stood up. "Where are you going?" he asked. "Oustide." I responded. He stood up and stepped in front of me. "It's still daylight out." he said. I rolled my eyes and looked away. "The sun was setting when we came in." I told him. "That doesn't alter the fact that it is still up." he scolded. I glared at him. "Move old man." I demanded. He shook his head. "No." I grabbed the front of his shirt in an attempt to toss him out of the way. He clasped one hand around my wrist and the other around on my shoulder. I was forced down in an instant. "Don't try to match me in strength. You may have been altered but I am still older than you by far. You cannot match me." he said. I backhanded him with my other hand and he let go. "Its your fault I'm like this in the first place." I screamed at him. I drew my sword and walked owards him. "If you wouldn't have tunred the b***h in the first place I never would have been like this." I s yelled. He looked at me, guilt reflected in his eyes. "How did you know." he asked. "Her memories. Remember the part where I saw them?" I said. He backed into the wall and slid down it. "Then you also know that..." "Yes. I know that you were already an ancient when you turned her, giving a fledgling the abilities of an ancient." I finished for him. I pointed my sowrd at his throat. "It's your fault this war started, its your fault she is even in existance today, it's your fault that I was evenutally turned along with my sister, and it's your fualt I am the way that I am." I said, my voice dripping with venom. "So you hate me then?" he said. "If I hated you I would have killed you when you slept. No, your blood will be spilled in this war, along with mine." I said. I walked away from him. "One way or another, Rena will die, be it by your hand or my own, but you will have some part to play in this war." I said. I turned to look at him. "It is your creation that did this. She killed thousands of innocents and made em into what I am, something neither human....nor vampire." I said. Nothing was said for awhile, but he finally looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry."

Alexis nodded and left to cafe. She looked around for awhile. "Um..." she began. She turned to look at Miles. "I'm afraid I don't know the way either." she said, an apologetic smile on her face.

I walked up the stairs. "Where are you going?" Sa'Vinitta asked me." Out side. Why, you want to come with me." I snapped at him. He shook his head. "No." I didn't say anything, just continued up the stairs. I exitd the mansion. The sun was still up, but barely. Only a fledgling would burn in this. I walked. Not in any particular direction, just wandered. I was mulling over everything. From my memories, to Rena's, to Sa'Vinitta's. They all conflicted with the others. I couldn't tell what was fact and what was fiction. It was frustration and aggrivating. I knew what I was led to believe, having witnessed it myself. Sa'Vinitta was an ancient and therefor had the abilitie to arange his thoughts to his chooseing with all probability. So I culdn't rely on his memories, they were probably fragments of half turths. The left Rena's, which in all reality, and I couldn't believe I was saying this, but they were probably the most likely choice. She's not much older than myself. So I would go off of her memories and mine. I would probably refer to Sa'Vinitta's, but carefully. I grabbed on the my face and shook my head. This has all gotten so complicated. Sometimes I wish I would have simply died in the fire with everyone else.

((here is something somebody can work off of.))

Tyrell walked for a few blocks and he heard something, so he started to walk faster. He walked into a park, open, bright, but not empty. He made it into the playground, and then they came. At least five at first, then it went to eight or ten. They snickered, lychans. Tyrell reeled with fear untill a voice rang out, "No one touch him, I like this one!" Tyrell snarled as he stepped away from the pearl white one. He shifted freakishly back to a human, but he only did that to let his prey compose. Tyrell kicked at a broken pole, spattered in blood, this had happened before. He grabbed it, and the lychan twisted back into its wolfish form, Lunging at his opponent.

Tyrell hollered as he slashed in the air, blood splashed into the night air, tyrells blood. The beat lay a clean bite on his arm, and tore it away. Tyrell clutched his arm gasping, wide-eyed and in severe pain he whined silently. The lychens laughed as the leader taunted, "lets see how your vampire friends treat you now!" Tyrell collapsed to the ground screaming for help.

Tyrell looked p at him, he was fuzzy, very fuzzy. He looked down, tears.. He glared as he slwoyl got up and looked downt eh whole time "I.." he wispered as he cryed more "Im finished with this bullshit, miles.." he said as he let his head lol about on his shoulders, at a glance, you could see red tearing through his eyes, he was changing.

He was wispering nonsence as He stood there shaking in his own bravery. There was nothing he could do, but he was so full of strange energy...

Tyrell looked to another vampire, he was dressed funny, but his body was giving somthing off, a scent or an aura. He glared, but then whent wide eyed as he backed up and threw up as he sobbed. This was not fun bleeding and sobbing. He growled as he sat back and looked at the sky, he cryed harder, but all the more silent as he felt his body drenched in his blood.

((just a nice chunk))
Tyrell whined as he used his arm to keep him up and he sobbed more and more.

Markus watched the scene in the café unfold with bored eyes, his attention was much more directed toward Alana, who had now eaten, he assumed, and walked around with a meager new strength. The vampiress nodded at Zatch as he went up to his room, but made no effort to follow him. Markus smiled a little at this, he knew what she intended now.

As soon as the café was empty but for them and Markus’s two pawns, Alana turned the full force of her blue eyes upon him. It was not a threatening glance, for those would only amuse him. It was the glace she reserved only for Zatch, a look that she knew would cut him deeper than anything else. “You will not threaten my friends again, do you understand?” Her words were not low and menacing, but light and casual, as though this were just a normal conversation. She gestured for him to change his position that she may sit with him, and he did so without reluctance. As she sat on the couch, his arm folded around her shoulders, and she accepted the moment of friendliness between them as she moved to lean her head against his chest. “You see, your presence has very quickly made itself a nuisance to Zatch, and as this is his home…”

“Why do you play such games, Alana?” The vampire asked suddenly, cutting her off. His voice was even, his posture impartial, but Alana could nearly feel the intensity, the years of questions, behind his voice. “You are bound to me, you understand this. At any moment I could force him out of your life. Why do you set yourself up for such discipline? Why do you risk such things for someone so futile, so fickle in his life choices, so much like a child?”

Alana took a moment to consider this, carefully bringing herself closer to the vampire who made her life exceedingly difficult, and yet had provided her with more companionship than anyone had before. “It isn’t a game, Markus, not now, at least. No matter what it may have been before, no matter what it may seem like, this isn’t a game. If it were a game, I could quit, and there are so many times when I wish I could go back to the life I once knew, but I cannot. Even after a century of being apart from him, we are still drawn to each other. Markus, the binding we had was cut many years ago, with the fall of Hellsing. It doesn’t matter what you say to argue that, it’s the truth. Each time I come back to you, it is because I want to, not because I am forced to. But with Zatch, there is no choice for me; we find each other, and try as we may to not allow any sort of affection to arise, it always does. Yes, he is childish, yes he is without discipline, and it’s true that I don’t know very much about him, but I cannot give him up, Markus. I would defend him even against you.”

Markus was not surprised by her words, but they still left a small, hardly noticeable fracture in his long-frozen heart. The fracture, however, like everything else in his body, was quickly healed. “Yet here we sit.” Markus murmured, and pressed his lips against his betrothed’s-and no matter what she may claim, he still did own her in this way-hair.

Alana sighed and made no move against him. “Here we sit.” She agreed.

No more words were needed then. They knew well enough from years of companionship what the other was thinking, and in this as so many other cases, it was the same. Alana was thinking of Zatch, and how human the situation he had put her in was. She was also thinking of Markus, and how, no matter what she claimed, she knew that he had the power to force her away from Zatch, even if only temporarily, and wondered why he had not; the answer was already there in her mind, an untouchable truth, and utterance that he had never spoken to her in consciousness, but it was there. Markus was thinking of Alana’s relationship with Zatch; how different it had made Alana. It had made her weak, more of a woman than a warrior, but it was for this that, in his own way, Markus was grateful. When he had met Alana, he had seen a vampire robbed of her previous life, robbed of the ability to laugh and love and dance. These were things that Markus had not been able to fully offer her, the joys of humanity. This strange vampire, this childish and futile Zatch, had been able to do what he could not. He did not dwell on this thought for too long, though, for another more pressing one was at his lips, one which brought made the fracture in his heart disappear, and instead melted just a half of a millimeter of ice from around his heart. “You were wrong about one thing, Alana.” Markus murmured. “Our bond was never broken.” With that said, he shifted his position to truly look down at her, to weigh her expression against his comment. Instead, he found himself very grateful just that she was here in his arms once again. The desire to kiss her was suddenly all-consuming, and he silently willed her lips to his.

Alana said nothing in return, but Markus could see in her eyes that she knew he was right, that no matter how much she would eternally be bound to the vampire pacing in a room above them, she was still his. Silently and subconsciously, Alana found herself moving her lips to Markus’s for just a moment, kissing him softly. Then she stood up, and without a word walked up the stairs to Zatch’s room, the moment of tenderness between herself and her betrothed disintegrating as she opened the door to the room and smiled at the vampire waiting for her.