ooc/ I'm liking it so far! :)

The vampire, whose face was now that of a human, sneered through the pain, his leg taken off at the knee by a low swipe earlier, and spit on Adain, who just let the spit roll down the mask. Adain just simply shrugged, and grabbed the abomination's face, and with the razor, cut the his face wide open, slowly and maticulously.

The vampire screamed, His remaining boot scuffing the floor and feebly trying to claw at the masked face, the skin around the cut already beginning to charge, the flesh inside the cut bubbling. He finally answered "The 'World's End' Pub in Camden town! Go there!"

Adain released the vampire, wiping the nasty, burning blood from the straight razor, folding it up and put it away. He took the note book out of his inner pocket, wrote down some notes, then returned it.

[B]"Thank you for the information. I'll be headed there in a few days time, see what else I can get."[/b] He bowed in the direction of the vampire, turned, and began to head out. The vampire coughed and leaned up, in stark disbelief at the man walking away.

"That's it? Cut my leg off, cut my face up, and now you'really leaving?! WHAT?! YOU GET BACK HERE! I'M not what is-"

Adain had pulled a bottle of holy water from his coat and tossed it over his shoulder, the bottle breaking and scattering its contents over the vampire, whose howls accompanied the Hunter out.

The entire affair took a little over 5 minutes, and at that time all that was left of the vampires were charred skeletons and piles of ash, their flesh had burnt away at the ending of their life. Adain smiled as he exited the church, stuffing the mask back into the bag.

He headed back into town, whistling as he walked.

-Fin-

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There we go.

((Guess who's finally home! It's me. I am. And have stable internet that won't wipe my reply because it went down. :') So here I go, poopin' out a start.))

On his way into town, Adain would end up passing by a young woman in a pale lavender dress and a blue bonnet that covered her hair; she seemed to be on her way to the cemetery not too far away from town square, though she wasn't holding any flowers or little gifts like most people in mourning. In fact the lack of a petticoat suggested she didn't even have enough money to look "proper." Nothing seemed too peculiar about her until she happened to glance back at Adain - really she was looking at the street sign, but her head turned enough to reveal silver hair, even though she didn't look a day over twenty-five. Her eyes matched her hair color.

She didn't see Adain. She wasn't really looking around to see if people could see her; usually not many people cared to notice her. That meant it wasn't usually a big deal when, after turning back toward the cemetery, she bent to scoop up a recently dead pigeon. It was definitely a weird thing for anyone to do, much less a woman.

"You poor thing," she cooed softly, putting a hand on its head. Within seconds the bird's wings were flapping again. "Let's get you to a proper place..." It settled down and she continued on toward the cemetery's entrance, oblivious to anyone that might've seen what just happened. She disappeared around the corner and headed straight for a large oak tree that shadowed the back corner. That was her usual spot to let small dead critters pass.

ooc: I'll be starting my intro this evening <3 so sorry for the delay!

ooc: This double posted and idk why -_-

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EVERYONE NOTE:

I am changing the year this takes place to incorporate a very well known person as a vampire. The year is now 1888. Sorry for the fickelness, I just had a fantastic idea.

As he walked, he was in his own little world, plotting his next few moves as he went. His line of work dictated the plans were carefully laid out to avoid civilian casualties, and far worse fates for him.

As he went, he passed a woman, must not have been much older than her mid 20's. He nodded her direction, with a hat tilt and a murmured "Good afternoon." And kept walking.

But then something crossed his mind, something he had read in the papers earlier, a serial murderer was on the loose, and women were his targets.

He turned around just as she looked back, and something caught his eye. Her hair. It didn't match the age of her face, and now instead of concerned, he was wildly suspicious. His brow furrowed as she turned into the cemetery. He rounded the corner as she picked up an obviously dead pigeon.

He walked slowly behind her, on his toes to not make noise. He stood not far behind her, and his blood began to boil at the sight of the pigeon beginning to move again. A necromancer.

He stood, half in mild shock, half in silent fury as she did her thing. Necromancers tried to play God, and that didn't sit well with him at all. Some only experimented with animals, others went as far as human beings with sick results. He figured he would see how this played out, and stood his ground.

(( Impatient, aren't we.... well here finally))

The young woman simply made her way to the back corner, where she knelt and dug a small pit for the pigeon. It stilled once again and she placed it in the hole. No sooner had she buried it than a cat skeleton came slinking out from behind the tree. "Oh, there you are," she said with a smile, and reached to pet the skull. It rattled its bones softly and she glanced back behind her, but she didn't immediately see Adain there. "Don't be silly. There's no one here."

It rattled its bones again but she simply stood and moved to a tombstone close to the tree; if Adain didn't intervene she was probably going to raise whoever was inside of it - even though she didn't seem that powerful, really, no one could be sure. Especially with her next sentence: "Okay, brother. Ready to spend some time with me?"

[B]"I wouldn't advise that."[/b] Adain said bluntly, his hand twitching towards the axe hanging by his side. The last time he witnessed a human coming back from the dead, it was through science instead of magic, and the monster wasn't very bright, and Dr. Frankenstein was a genious.

Three figures stood in the shadows of the church, watching the interaction between the Hunter and the woman. A woman and two men peered from the darkness, eyes aglow.

"He's going to be a bit of a problem, Isn't he Jacques?" The woman said, a sultry, breathy whisper to the two men with her. She was short and lean, and her eyes were a rosey red, she adjusted her corset and curly black hair. The tallest man, to whom she spoke, answered, a slight French accent on his words. "Yes, he just might be. We shall convene with the other Elders to figure out a way to take out him and the other Hunters." His glowing amber eyes narrowed, but his grin deepened. He stood heads taller than the other two, around 6'9, and was BIG. He had a broad face and a wide moustache, and He also wore a black suit, with a cloak and top hat. "But enough about that. Tonight, I feed in my preferred manner, you sure you don't want to come along, Marie?"

The woman laughed lightly. "No, I will pass. Your hunting has began to land in the papers. Think killing just whores, who no one will miss will still go unnoticed? Especially in whiteChapel? I also like what they have started calling you."

The man turned his head slightly "I do like it myself, leaves a nice ring in the air. I've been killing the english for centuries, and i have developed a taste for their gore.I am off. See you tomorrow night."

Marie waved dainty towards the back of the retreating vampire "Happy hunting, 'Jack the ripper'!"

The monster of a man waved over his shoulder, and the smaller man snorted. "He's going to get himself caught." He sneered, and Marie responded. "Let him do him, Samuel. He's stronger than any of us. See you tomorrow night."

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Cries of pain and agony reached the werewolf's ears, causing Piper to turn and look back towards town. It sounded like it was coming from the across town, she wouldn't be able to get there in time to help anybody, but it was worth a shot. Gathering her skirts she began to run, unladylike, through town. The skirts attempted to trip her and her shoes barely gave her purchase on the slick road, it nearly drove her mad that she couldn't change for fear of being killed on site.

The change would get her there faster if she wasn't killed. Just thinking about it caused her canines to extend slightly and her eyesight to sharpen. Although she didn't mind the eyesight change, she didn't need people to see her developing a muzzle. "Cookies, cloth, home" she repeated to herself quietly until she got to the area the screams had been coming from. The awful smell of burning vampire reached her sensitive nose as she skidded to a halt, nearly face planting in the road.

The sound of breaking glass and cries of agony in the abandoned church alerted Piper to where the cries had come from. There was no need to help anybody. Instead she leaned up against a building, ready to watch what could. A man walked out and stored a mask of sorts in his bag. Plague Doctor popped into her mind. Her family had mentioned him in the past, he was a lot better than her family had been. It took all of them to do what he did by himself. Back before she had been changed she had sort of admired the stories about this guy, now she also wanted to run as far away from him as he could. She wasn't ready to die.

The werewolf watched him as he began to follow another woman, What was she to make him follow her? she wondered, detaching herself from the building's wall and following quietly as the pair traveled to the cemetery. She hid behind a headstone, using her ears to eavesdrop rather than physically watching what was going on. The soft click of bones made Piper freeze in fear, she wanted to flee, but keeping hidden would keep her safer. The wolf part wanted to be free, there was too much danger it told her. The beast inside was fighting her control to be let out, her vision shifted between weak human sight and the sharp vision of the wolf, patches of thick brown fur sprouted and vanished across her skin, and her teeth slowly elongated. At least the woman didn't believe whatever she was talking to, she may not notice a woman struggling to not change, but the Plague Doctor might, and then she would be dead.

ooc/ I didn't notice the post by Rous until after I posted, just going to pretend she didn't notice the trio.

The young woman yelped in surprise as the man's voice. She spun around to face him, eyes wide with fear. "Oh, u-um... it probably doesn't help to know that I'm good at what I do...?" she flashed a small, hopeful smile. "Please, nothing will happen... I've been doing this a while, nothing's happened..." Her eyes flicked toward the ax and she winced back a few steps.

The struggling werewolf would hear the sound of bones suddenly right next to her; the cat skeleton from before stood in front of her. It had two purple dots that were situated in the eye sockets, no doubt how it saw. It didn't make a sound for a moment. Then, it jumped up onto the tombstone, and looked over at its "master."

"Oh, my god," the woman whispered as she covered her face. "Sir, really, I'm not a threat to anyone... you could probably break me in half if you hugged me too hard... I won't raise him, just please don't hurt me..." And now there was a werewolf to worry about, too... Just great. What else was going to go wrong today?

ooc/ Is there a posting order, or is this going to be post as needed? I'm waiting on or to post before Piper reacted

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There was no posting order. Sorry I have disappeared, work has been hectic, followed by lots of vacation time!

BUT! Let it be known that I have begun to write a book. Let me know if you guys would be interested in reading what I have so far!

My post will come tomorrow, btw.

ooc/ glad you're back!

(( "Tomorrow" he said... In any case at least it's not abandoned completely :3))

the post will come out tomorrow. Tomorrow, tomorrow, you're always a day away

:P