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[Aleissa "Leez" Ciantor]

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[style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]Night was her time to play. Aleissa had been out on the streets for close to three hours now. She’d done the usual human thing and grabbed a drink before taking up what she liked to call her "shift". The night shift of all night shifts, really. She was, quite literally, the watcher in the shadows, the Slenderman of Central Park the... You got the gist. She was a predator and night was her time to prey. Of course, she wasn't really looking to eat anything. She held no particular hate for the humans, because she'd been one herself once. She knew the terror she inspired in humans who were aware of what she was. She didn't like to remember feeling that way, and so she didn't like inflicting it on anyone unless she absolutely had to. No, Leez was simply there to attend to her duties as an Enforcer. Finding and restraining troublesome Vampires (and Lycans). Leez was now lounging in the branches of a stout oak that had shed most of its leaves. Because of the light snowfall, she was wearing a thick black leather trench coat and black winter boots up to her knees. As a Vampire, she had a little more endurance than humans to chilly weather, but not much more. She was also reading by the light of a lamp on the path two feet from her tree. Whenever she got time, she'd find herself perusing the pages of a diary that belonged to the one Lycan she both dreaded and wanted to see again. It didn’t say anything of import. It was just a piece of frozen time held in her gloved hands. She was carefully turning the worn pages when she caught the lupine scent. Her head shot up and she froze on the branch, her eyes roving over the shadow-strewn path below. Where was it? Where had it come from? A slight shift in the shadows alerted her. Her eyes narrowed. Vampire sight was well-suited to the dark. Maybe not as great as a wolf but extremely good nonetheless. Leez bit down hard on her bottom lip and slowly tucked the diary away, shifting upright. So as an Enforcer, she wasn't really supposed to go after Lycans, rogue or otherwise. That wasn't in her official job description. But Leez, like most Enforcers, had added in that clause anyway. She liked her own kind a little too much to solely focus on hunting them. She watched silently as the young Lycan walked slowly down the path and hung a bag over the arm of the statue that served as a major landmark in this park. The woman was young, probably not older than 25. Rogue? No way to tell. She was also eating something, something that seemed to be leaking blood down her chin. It was difficult from this angle to tell what, but it piqued Leez's interest. Leez crossed her legs, simply observing the Lycan for a moment as she tried to figure out whether or not it was worth interfering with her. But the Lycan had clearly sensed her. Her nostrils were flared and she was clearly not about to go anywhere. Show-time. Leez leaped gracefully off her branch, her dark curls flying behind her, and landed cat-like on the grass below, slinging her bag over one shoulder as she straightened. She flashed the Lycan a devious smile. "Odd time for a walk, sweetie," she said with a cheerfulness at odds with the way she kept edging forward toward the Lycan.

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[Ezra Nicolai Hunt]

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[atrb=style, width:300px;][atrb=valign, top][STYLE=text-align:right; font-family:georgia italic; font-size:17px; font-color:#3574EC6; background-color:#282828; line-height:16px; margin-left:-4px; padding:10px; padding-right:10px; margin-top:-1px;]holy water cannot help you now[/style][STYLE=font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; padding:4px; background-color:#212121; padding-bottom:5px; color:#505050]He was not, under any circumstances, a babysitter. He was a volunteer trainer, teaching the new bloods the way the pack operated - how to lay low and deal with their newfound power. It wasn't petulant children he watched - no, these new bloods were much, much worse. Although they were namely adults - between the ages of eighteen and thirty - they were so very young to him, reckless and drunk on power. The feeling, he imagined, was incredible. Their previously human lives had changed, and they had no fear of time because they would live for hundreds of years; no fear of wounds, because the flesh of humans stopped the flow of blood and stinging pain. They saw themselves as immortal, invincible, and entitled; regressed to a child-like state. But they weren't children - small, dainty, and virtually harmless. They were lycans - brutish beasts of strength and speed, designed to hunt and kill, do whatever they saw fit, because who was going to stop them? Apparently, Ezra. The recent runaway was Corra. She was loud, obnoxious, and found pleasure in breaking every rule she could. Annoying the older man seemed to be a favored past time - right next to gorging on any unsuspecting human who happened to even just look at her wrong. They'll have to notice me now, she'd once told him, because I'll make them. Typical new blood - standing above the crowd screaming I'm special, love me, fear me! So much like children - perhaps that's why he was in charge of their well being? He was one of the older lycans, relatively stable and sound of mind. He wouldn't be if he had to keep chasing down these youngsters. He could see her just ahead, nibbling at something distinctly bloody like it was a rare delicacy, bag hooked over the arm of the statue - She wasn't alone. He could smell the vampire before she jumped from the tree, approaching the whelp of a lycan, and his heart thudded to a stop. The smell itself was familiar, almost sickeningly so - but it was the girl (woman, his mind corrected weakly) herself who had him running ahead, pushing Corra back with a forceful, albeit shaking, hand and a commanding growl. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her - not to see where Corra fled off to, not to scan the area for more trouble. His only concern was her. She looked... alive. Almost healthy, even; just as she had hundreds of years ago. He'd thought her human if it weren't for the cold stench of death upon her - that look in her once gentle eyes replaced by the level gaze of an able predator. Surely, though, it was some sick joke. His mind had finally broken, snapped into insanity; he was trapped in some hallucination, frozen in place, ice in his veins and blood crashing in his ears. Large hands pulled his at his overcoat, clutching the dark woolen fabric like a lifeline. "A-Aleissa, you..." [/style]

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[Aleissa "Leez" Ciantor]

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[style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]Leez's gaze had been locked on the young Lycan's and so she didn't turn around when she sensed the second presence behind her. Whipping around would make her seem alarmed, cornered, and that was the last thing she wished to appear in front of a Lycan. The young Lycan glanced away, over Leez's shoulder, and her wild eyes seemed to subdue. Leez tensed. This didn’t bode well for her. There had been a passing flash of fear in the Lycan's eyes, and now it was gone. Which meant another, more capable, Lycan had come to her aid. Just perfect, she thought bitterly. And then there was sudden movement to her left. She jerked as the second Lycan appeared in her line of sight, shoving the first away. She got the vague impression of dark hair and light skin. For the first time Leez's concentration wavered as the wave of familiarity rose within her. She hadn't even looked at the Lycan, yet she already knew she'd met him before. She didn't have time to look either. The young Lycan had grown bolder with the appearance of her colleague. Leez's gaze skittered back to her once more just as the Lycan began to change. Leez set one foot behind her in a battle stance, leveling her body weight. She waited, ensuring she was well aware of the second Lycan's presence and dismissing his familiarity. The scent tickled something in her memory, but he was not the first Lycan she'd run into again, after all. The younger Lycan moved before she was quite done changing. Leez could have run, but she refused to disgrace her race an d her own rank. She could take on this little puppy, and going by the blood smeared all over her face, this girl had done some damage tonight. She dismissed the thought that it was because of the second Lycan blocking her escape that she hesitated to flee. She didn't like to allow cowardly thoughts into her psyche. All they did was cripple her and she refused to be that petrified human girl she'd been so many years ago. It had taken her so long to shed that part of her, taken her many decades to build up the mental armor that had been a part of her Enforcer training. Taking on two Lycans wasn’t going to shatter it. She pulled a long, gleaming dagger out of her knee-high leather boot just as the young Lycan leaped. With the dexterity natural only to a Vampire, Leez slashed it in an uppercut that sliced open a gushing wound on the young Lycan's shoulder. She had twisted out of the way just in time. She landed a few feet away and rolled to two feet, stumbling. Her black wolf's nose flared and green eyes narrowed into dangerous slits at the Vampire. Leez readjusted her grip on her knife and took a cautious step back, mindful that she now had her back to the other Lycan. She twisted somewhat to her left to keep him in the corner of her eye. As much as she was focusing on the fight, she was also wondering if she really had heard him say her name, just seconds before the younger Lycan attacked. She couldn't think on that right now, though. Just because he knew her did not mean he was safe. Most Lycans usually were not, regardless of how civil they might act. "You should really keep your brats under control," she said to him, her eyes on the young Lycan; the best form she had taken was now low on the ground, growling, as if ready for a second leap. If she tried again, Leez swore mentally, she was going to die painfully. There was nothing more irritating than a Lycan on a bloodlust rampage. The young Lycan snapped her long teeth together. "Christ," Leez murmured. She lifted the knife up and as if on cue, the young Lycan moved again. She darted to one side, as if hoping to surprise Leez and gain an opening. The Vampire sidestepped deftly and brought he butt of her knife handle up, slamming it into the Lycan’s head as she passed. The Lycan gave a yelp of pain and spun, but by then, Leez was already dancing back, her long mane of hair swinging. She swiped it out of her face impatiently with one hand and with her other, tossed the knife a foot in the air, catching it the right way again. The young Lycan was hobbling, the pain in her shoulder slowing her down. She lowered her head for a moment, and Leez darted a curious glance at the second Lycan, wondering when he intended to join the throw-down. Her eyes widened in horror as she took in his features. Suddenly, the night air was unbearably cold, or was that hollowness purely in her chest? She felt like her breathing had been cut off; she couldn't seem to draw in enough air, and she faltered back a step, for the first time uncaring of her persona. The young Lycan did not matter to her right now. Nothing mattered but the fact that the very thing she'd been dreading had finally happened. And she needed to get away until she could clear her head and process things coherently again. Which right now, given the maelstrom of bewilderment, panic, anger and hurt inside her head, she couldn't do. Her lips were moving, but no sound escaped. She was aware her face had probably paled even more than usual. She swallowed hard, her eyes tracing over his multi-coloured ones. It took an incredible effort and disciplined training to remember to hold onto her knife at this moment. Finally, she managed to spit out a feeble, "You." She shook her head, not wanting to believe it. Maybe she was delusional. Maybe the strain of work had gotten to her. "How...?" She stopped. What was she asking him? How he'd ended up here? How he dared show his face here? After what he'd done to her, he had the audacity to stand there and look like a victim. It was really too fucking much. Her eyes narrowed and colour returned to her cheeks, a warm, blazing red. She lifted her knife, rage clouding her vision and jarring her grip, and threw it right at his face.

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[Ezra Nicolai Hunt]

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[atrb=style, width:300px;][atrb=valign, top][STYLE=text-align:right; font-family:georgia italic; font-size:17px; font-color:#3574EC6; background-color:#282828; line-height:16px; margin-left:-4px; padding:10px; padding-right:10px; margin-top:-1px;]holy water cannot help you now[/style][STYLE=font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; padding:4px; background-color:#212121; padding-bottom:5px; color:#505050]Was a little bit of peace too much to ask for? He thought she'd take the hint and run, know she was no match for a vampire (not so young - brute force alone couldn't carry her; didn't the damn brat realize that?) - cut her losses and take off like an reasonable, respectful lycan. But no, this was Corra, who'd been wild and careless before she'd been turned, and he was going to find out who cursed her to the life of a lycanthrope and rip their throat out with a wooden spoon, because she was far too immature this kind of situation, and she - well. She'd just have to learn her lesson, wouldn't she? He didn't stop to evaluate the tightness in his chest as beast and vampire clashed, crimson blood spilling from fresh wounds (right in her shoulder - he knew how much that had to hurt; knew the wicked twist of a long blade through skin and muscle, could only admire and mentally admonish her as she readied herself for another attack); tried to separate himself from the chaos unraveling before him, tried to ignore the fact that if she - annoying, belligerent little Corra - died then it was all his fault, his blame to carry (again, just like Aleissa), because he wasn't going to stop her, because he'd trained the woman - the vampire - to kill his kind, taught her their weaknesses, anything she'd need to know to decimate them just in case - Her voice snapped him out of his jumbled thoughts, the world falling into place before him. His hoarse whisper of "She isn't mine." was lost to the wind as the battle began again, the pair dancing around each other - one with the grace of a seasoned warrior, the other looking more and more like a brain dead, one-legged mongrel that'd been left to die in the street - a pained yelp cutting through him, reminding him of his duties (and the duties he'd had so long ago, what a miserable, wretched failure he was) that he was supposed to uphold with the utmost integrity, without prejudice or hesitation. She deserved it, his mind countered weakly, rushing into battle like that. So determined to be a big girl. But if it hadn't been her he wouldn't have stopped, innocently watched; he'd be in the fray too, gnashing teeth and tearing skin from bones, upholding dominance and protecting his packmate. How was he supposed to defend her, though, from the very girl - woman - he'd created? Race traitor. She deserved to know. The vampire (it couldn't be his Aleissa, fighting so fiercely; it wasn't the innocent human he remembered, an imposter, a sickly shadow, a ghost sent to haunt him) finally turned to him - and he wished he could flee, turn around and act like nothing had ever happened, that she was still dead and gone and at peace because that seemed so much better that the look of anguish, of abject horror that washed over her face. She was much too pale, her lips moving soundlessly, looking more like the defenseless girl he'd known that the fierce fighter he'd met just moments ago. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes caught hers, chest clenching painfully; had that cold anger always been there? That cold distance (eyes flat, like his when he looked in a mirror, saw the shadow of the man he'd been, the family they should have been, and the dreams that'd died with her) that betrayed the time she spent waiting - what did she think? What had she been told? Whatever it was it couldn't have been too good because suddenly the fighter was back, hellfire burning her face, and he turned just in time for the knife to slice neatly through his cheek, blood gushing from the stinging wound (and a part of him hoped it scarred, that it would burn forever and leave an ugly mark for all the world to see). He raised a trembling hand to the gash, stemming the sticky flow of liquid, a caustic and hysterical smile marring his face, his eyes gleaming and wide, leaving him looking almost crazed. "Aleissa! I can't believe it... It's - it's so good to see you! What are you -" He could see her moving from the corner of his eye, a great hulking beast that threatened the safety of his (enemy) once beloved, and it was some swell of unidentified emotion that made him draw his emergency gun and level it at the other lycan, his face bloody and crazed and what the absolute fuck was happening his head was spinning and nothing made sense. Corra slumped over, a sickly thump reverberating through the air as her limp form hit the concrete. He lowered his weapon. "Aleissa." [/style]

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[Aleissa "Leez" Ciantor]

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[style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]His face broke into a wide smile, even as blood dribbled down his cheek, a nasty gash marring his handsome features. She was glad she'd left that mark on him. He spoke and she suddenly wished she'd not missed and that she had, in fact, taken out his eye. It was so good to see her? Of course he couldn't believe she was alive. He had left her to die after all. That bastard. Something flickered in the corner of Leez's eye, a blur of brown, and she turned her head to look just as Ezra's fingers went to his gun. The two instances processed simultaneously, locking together to one conclusion. They were cornering her. She saw the gun lift, saw its nose turn and she geared up to dodge. Except then it swung away from her and the shot rang out so loudly that her ears strummed. She hated herself for flinching, but it had almost felt like she'd narrowly avoided a pass with death. Momentarily disoriented, she gathered her thoughts as she'd been trained to in a stressful situation. Darting a glance around, she spotted his target and her jaw dropped. The younger Lycan lay not five feet from where Leez had stood, her body immobile. She seemed to be losing blood from a wound in her neck. It pooled outward like a menacing lake, surrounding her head. Leez stared at her closely. Her back was heaving up and down just the minutest amount. He must not have used a silver bullet, otherwise she'd have been dead for sure. And Leez had been planning to kill her herself. Her mouth went dry. There was something haunting about another Lycan doing it for her. Not just another Lycan. Him. She heard his voice again; he was calling her name, and for a ridiculous moment, she thought she'd imagined it, imagined all of this. Especially him. She bit down hard on her lower lip, unwilling to turn and face him. Her insides felt like they'd frozen into a state of permanent unfeeling stasis. She kept her eyes on the injured Lycan recumbent in the frosted grass. She didn’t think she would be able to say anything to him right now. Much less ask him one of the billion questions swirling in her mind right now. She wanted out, she realized, and it took her a while to process the fact that, for the first time in a couple hundred years, she was willing to be a coward. She wanted to run, run till he was out of sight and, hopefully, out of mind. She wanted to get away from this confrontation, so she wouldn't have to deal with all the jumbled feelings she'd shoved to the back of her mind and locked away in an iron vault more than three hundred years ago. Her fists clenched at her sides. She felt like she was being hit with so many thoughts and rage and crazy half-made ideas of how to proceed from here and anxiety that she couldn't process anything at all anymore. She turned her head after what felt like years but was probably only a minute. Her gaze locked on Ezra's heterochromic eyes. Her insides sank, almost as if they were collapsing in on themselves agonizingly slowly. The familiar discrepancy of those eyes was like a knife between her ribs, and it was suddenly painful to breathe. She opened her mouth to say something that she hadn't yet worked out. Her nerves caved at the last minute. Leez turned, unruly hair whiplashing her cheek, and bolted, leaping like a hyped ballerina over the bleeding Lycan in her way and darting off the path. She crashed through into the thicket of trees with less than her usual nimbleness. Anywhere was better than here. She couldn't think straight with him here. She needed out.

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