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Analise straitened as as chilll ran up her spine. There was a new scent suddenly behind her...or more a non scent. It was like the opposite of blood and fear and both there and not there at the same time. Had she been in wolf form, Analise might have been able to further identify it, hell in wolf form she could smell colors, but in this one? it was only confusing, foreboding and frightening. The young Lychan whirled, snarling at the voice, one hand had fingers crooked into claws, unclipped nails going directly through the woman and immence cold and again that strange non-smell hit her like a rock and she stummbled back as her arm went through the woman in white.

The stumbling caused her to kick up more dust, wich caused in turn, another insane sneezing fit. When she had stopped, the woman was still there, smiling in a sort of sweet menacing at her. The expression was almost sympathetic. Analise growled, backing up a few paces, but refusing to run. This woman was another Predator. She would not go running with her tail between her legs.

One thin hand ripped the hair tie from her main of ashblonde hair and schoved it in her pocket before her thumbs hooked into the waste band of her jeans and pulled them off. next to go was her T-shirt and then in a shifting blur, the form of the now naked woman was one of a colden and silver she-wolf. Lithe and tall in form as her humanoid figure had been and a deep, loud growl emminating from her throat.

She involentarily backed up from the assault on her sences, stepping though carefully to avoid kicking up even more of the thick dust now that she was closer to the ground. She would not run, but a good distance would be required....As the disorientation of the full change finally faded, Her nose was assualted again by the non-scent of the woman before her. She was indeed another Predator and obviously thought herself the alpha here.

Analise snarled, ignoring the vampire's question entirely though she knew he was still there, and lunged at the woman in white. First the picked up speed in the distance she'd gained, then leapt through her once more. This time the chill nearly paralyzed her and the non-scent that was this woman hit her more like a boulder than a rock. There was a look of suprise on the woman's face, probably at her audacity, then a musical, if sinitster laughing echoed through the main room.

Her vision blurred as she slid on her side through yet more of the dust, leaving clear trail on the floor in her wake. It was several more minuites before she could move, though she managed to roll onto her stomache so that it was not open for attack, then get shakily to her feet. This time the transformation took longer, and Analise's shoulder hit the wall next to her for support as soon as she was upright.

One tanned hand came up to her forehead as her eyes closed. SHe was obviously in pain. "alright Nightwalker, I believe you." she rasped through painfull intakes of breath. her lungs, now that she was feeling things in her humanoid form again, felt like they had been something very near to frozen, though that wasn't quite right. Analise felt no embarassment for her lack of clothing. If anything, she felt more assured that she could transform again without any hindrace if need be.

Rena turns to me. "Why don't you stay here with me, Camaris? It will be like it was those long years ago." She said. "Because you betrayed me, and your no longer the same Rena that I knew. Death has changed you again." How are we going to get rid of her? I thought. "But Camaris, I saved you. I taught you." she told me. "I hardly call turning me saving me. I don't enjoy having to drink blood in order to survive." I told her. Her sword. I take the sword off my back and roll up my sleeve. "What are you doing, Camaris?" she said. You can almost hear a bit of fear in her voice. I smile. "Using your sword." I tell her. I bite my arm and wipe the side of the sword on the blood. "You made this sword to fight the balvorines, so you know what its capable of against the undead." I said. I run towards her and bring the blade down. She catches it and I smile. I knew it would work. "Damn you, Camaris." she said. I laugh at her irony. "You've damned me once, Rena. You can't do it again."

Tyasha moved and then slowly awoke, he grabbed his rose and smiled "whats..my head..oww" he moaned. He got up and smiled as he looked at the girl "err who are..you" he asked as he looked around franticly "are you the vampire....who hit me!! on the a**!" he said as he moved against the door "don't hurt me!" her said holding the rose to his chest..

Tyasha was at a stand still. He was in the most biggest blush ever, but there was somthing about the naked girl ahead of him that, was'nt right. He slowly got up and tryed not to look like an idiot. He slowly walked up stairs, he was almost brain dead as he held the rose. His hand started to bleed, and the rose was almost aborbing most of the blood running off of his hand. The razors on the rose were very sharp... He was now at the point of numbness, what was taking over this poor human was the most of the mystry..

"It was a mistake to turn you." Rena said. I laughed, "It took you over a hundred years to realize that?" I asked her. She disapperas and the resistance against the blade also disappears. I run up the stairs. The scent of fresh blood imediatly assalted me. I look up the stairs and see Analise with Tyasha. "Is he alright?" I ask her.

Analise ignored the vampire, the answer was kindof obvios now. Her crystal blue eyes hardend at the man's words. "NO, you don't want to end anything." she growled, prying the rose from his fingers. This house ws giving her the creeps. And apperently turning people suicidal. That would not last long in Analise had anything to say about it. The fiesty were moved to support his shoulders so he didn't actually fall down the stairs, then knelt before him, glaring with angry determination into his eyes. "Now snap out of it or I'm going to have to hit you" Analise commanded.

Tyasha had almost been taken by a vmpires sence. He looked up at her, without having to move his head, and in a cold manner, he spoke "try it.." He moaned as he lifted his head.