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Fantasy Blood Night The Human Vampire War

"Ack" Devaon looked at her with the cockiest smile he could muster under the circumstances. He could feel he nails breaking through layer after layer of skin blood trickling down the sides of his neck. At this point the pain was starting to be unbearable. He didn't want to go out, not like this. He noticed that his feet were still on the ground and took advantage of his strength. Grabbing her hands that were latched onto his neck he then sprinted pushing her back into a tree and in a split utterly painful second he took hold of the UV stick he had on his belt. He could feel her hands unrestrained beginning to break through almost reaching his vital organs but he ignored the seemingly endless flow of pain and flattened the stick against her neck. "Yeah it was fun wasn't it."
 
Joséphine flinched upon hearing a thud. Her eyes were wide as she peered out from the tree. She noticed, only now, that one silhouette was holding another into a tree. Her breath became caught up in her throat and she stumbled back, the book clutched in the free hand. She immediately found herself looking back down and opening the book to quickly skim through it. Her eyes darted from each figure to the book repeatedly and her lips quivered in fear as she watched them.
 
"For some reason, I wanted you to die Devaon." Just then, Cayle fell a arising sharp pain in his teeth. Something was coming out of his gum. "AGH!" A sharp tooth started to point out from his gum...the immediate pain had stopped now that it had pointed out, but it still kept descending out. At Cayle's fingertips, he felt the fangs grow.
 
Joséphine turned sharply to look at another silhouette. This one appeared to be feeling their teeth? She watched him for a moment, her grip on the book growing precarious as she realized what position she was in. She placed the book into a satchel at her side before wiping her face and exhaling shakily. She didn't want to move anymore, but could she get out of the situation? She couldn't understand. She was so disheartened that her gaze dropped to her feet as she tried to gather any thoughts in her mind on what to do. She knew there were at least two vampires. Both seemed to have strength, which is something she majorly lacked in. She really couldn't get away, could she?
 
Cayle noticed someone in the tree, staring at them. He rushed toward it, climbing it. Woah, I couldn't do that before? Cayle thought to himself, announcing "Who are you, stranger?" He asked the woman.
 
"Gaaaaaaaah!" Salome let's out a loud shrill of pain as she felt the UV Stick burn through her neck, smoke now filling her peripheral vision as her skin burned. In a swift she sped away from the human, letting go of his neck and now worried about her own. She knelt down on the ground yelling, the stick still in her neck, sticking as it burned her flesh. The only way was for Salome to take the stick with her hands and take the pain on her palm. Slowly she pulled the stick from her neck and quickly saw her hands smoking, burning as well like her neck. In one quick motion she threw the UV Stick away, with her strength it ended up flying up so far it could be barely be seen from where they were. She was on the ground, clutching her palm as she made panting noises. Her healing will happen soon, but till that she was helpless. She can still fight but she's weaker. No... Salome cannot accept this. "GRAAAAAAAAAH!"She let's out another loud scream and vampire speeds towards the human. with her speed she knew he wouldn't have enough time to dodge. With a single plunged she sends her dagger into his stomach. "Rrrrrrggggh" A sound of anger came through her throat as her fangs showed. Then slowly she took a step back and fell to the ground, still feeling the burn from her palm and neck.


(Don't die. lol.)
 
Her entire body jumped back, her arm wrapping around the tree. She knew it. She didn't want to speak but could it reduce her chances of being attacked? Her entire body trembled as she watched him climb the tree.


"J-Joséphine, sir," She stammered, her eyes still wide. She didn't dare move anymore or break eye contact. She held her breath and watched him. "I-I'm sorry. I w-was just reading," she shivered and bit her lip, watching him sheepishly.


She was terrified that her constant stammering would set him off or her weak nature but she mentally prayed over and over that maybe things will turn out alright.
 
Cayle lept from the tree down onto Devaon, punching him. He didn't know why, but a sudden flash of anger surrounded him. Cayle threw Devaon against a tree. "I-I'm sorry Devaon." He walked back, "I-I don't know what came of me..."
 
Joséphine gasped and pressed against the tree, whimpering at the sight and looking back and forth between the both. She reached a hand slowly back into her satchel and shakily pulled the book out. She made sure to keep an eye on the both of them.
 
Claude came out of his cliffhanger induced daze and back to the world of the living to notice a lack of people, and an extra vampire in the making? Either way he still had a cliffhanger on his mind and another vampire giving him a sarcastic smirk.


"You going to stand there forever," he chuckled, "O-ta-ku~?" Spoke the beast, the 'peaceful' beast with black hair and red eyes, his face smooth and youthful, though for all he knew the man could definitely be the opposite.


"Shut up, I have more important things to deal with." Claude spat, his head aching with the pain of irritation in his mind, a strange aching in his joints as he tried to find out where everyone had wandered to, though from the sound of it, they weren't far off, likely fighting while he was in the daze only a fanboy could get. "What the hell is going on around here? It's like I was reading a book and while I was gone, the author pasted several additional pages into the book." It was quite irritating but he only had himself to blame, and the author... The metaphorical author... Or authors.
 
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Observes the scene below, taking in the fight, the newcomers and Salome being her nasty self. "Why can't all vampires just take a chill? Like oh my god!" Adelaide curses under her breath, jumping to the ground and making my way to the group silent as a mouse


(Sorry was babysitting)
 
A gaze was held at Adelaide as his fangs were visible. "It-it happened..." He stuttered, "I couldn't control it...I couldn't!"
 
"I noticed. But at least now you know how hard it was for me earlier to control it" Looks around with an amused expression
 
(No Problem)


Joséphine turns her head to the girl, taking in large breaths to try and calm her agoraphbia down. She pressed one hand to her temples while reading from the book in her arms, flipping pages and balancing it on her knee. Her head was spinning and she was dizzy, but she doubted she could lie down. So they were a group? How many were vampires? She wanted to ask but she didn't want to put anyone off right from the beginning. Would they even bother trying to get along with her? Before she know it she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head from her anxiety and she collapsed to her knees, the book falling to the ground. She then held her head and bit her tongue, not wanting to make a scene but unable to bear her headaches.
 
Follows his gaze to Salome, "Shes more powerful than me, that might have been part of it. Compulsion weighs"
 
"I don't want to be a vampire!" He yelled, seeing the blood in his veins lose the blue color and turn black, stripped from blood. An instant thirst was formed.
 
As she sped into the distance Devaon chuckled to himself a bit. He clutched his neck as he stumbled on the cold ground. His hands were covered in blood but not his alone. He noticed his sword was a few meters away and stared to walk towards it when he heard the scream of agonizing pain in the distance behind him. He turned around to smile but before he knew it somthing didn't feel right. The same vampire that he attacked was standing infront of him again. And he noticed he was pushed back a small distance but as soon as he began to ponder what had just happened an unbearable pain brought Devaon to his knees. He began to hold his stomach tightly growling vigorously as he tried to cope with the insurmountable surges of pain he was experiencing. "Wha-What the HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!" As he finshed the sentence he erupted a sum of blood spitting and coughing it out." Enraged by the state she put him in he drunkenly stumbled towards her nearly motionless body. "With every last useable fiber in his body Devaon picked her up holding her up by her coller. His vision was begining to blure in and out as mors and more blood left his body. He dropped her and fell to his knees. (Nick I was already taken out by salmone)
 
Adelaide raised her chin, she smelt the metalic scent of freshly spilled blood. Her head shot in the directing Deavon took off in and back to Nick, who was overtaken by thirst. She collected her thoughts and then took off in the direction the blood was coming from without a word.
 
Claude was going to go take some meds for his head, but as he walked he saw the others and the vampires, their fighting, and as he painfully walked to reach them, to try and understand what had happened, another stranger appeared, falling too her knees in what seemed to be a panic attack of sorts. With a glance at everyone, all fighting and in some ways, getting along, though none of them would see things as he did in his twisted way of understanding. He dragged his axe behind him as he sluggishly entered the vicinity of the fight with a daemonic aura, his eyelids lowered in such a way that made him look like a dazed killer, suddenly turning away and deciding that he needed some meds before he tried to help anyone.


( xD It's life, Claude. It's life.)
 
Cayle followed Adelaide for the blood. "This thirst is empowering me..." He said holding his dry neck. "I neeeeed something." Cayle groaned.
 
She watches them, taking slower breathes and standing before gathering her book and she hears Deavon's yelling. She immediately turns to see him before trying to look the other way. In a failed attempt, she slowly neared him.


"M-moving won't help you, sir," She watched him stumble and pick her up.


Her entire body tensed as she watched him fall with her in his grasp and she nearly shrieked. Her panic-stricken face slowly turning into a small glimmer of pity. She rolled her wrists and sat beside him. She leaned over and rummaged through her satchel for some medications.
 

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