Three years have passed.
The third great war has roared onward with no end in sight. The mages, a group once content to destroy the wolves and vampires from the sidelines had risen anew. The slow simmering hatred at the injustice they suffered had finally boiled over to cause even more injustice. The once noble group has fallen to the darkness their desire for revenge had created. In their hatred was born a true monster. The power of the long dead was unleashed. The citadel of the mages rose to the surface after centuries of being buried. It exposed what many would have hidden, and for the very first time brought humans into the world of darkness. For a period of time their was chaos in the human world. Many vampires and wolves and even mages saw the chaos as an advantage and used it to slaughter many. In an instant those who traveled by night became feared, and those by day tested with silver. In the end the mages became seen as humanity saviors again, they seemed the most human and had done the least damage. They promised an end to the fear. The humans now battle what they see as monsters along side the mages. As for the wolves and vampires.. they fight each other as well, for it seems no peace can rise under the oppression of their age old blood feud.
There are many forces at work in the world now, some dark wanting only blood, some brave and true fighting only to end the fighting. The latter live by the sword only so that one day their offspring might not have to die by it.
There are many major players in the war but there was only one who started it, the monster of the mages. By her hand the war of the races was started anew. Some, a rare few who knew her, want to save her. They understand the magic that corrupted her. Others want only to kill her, hopping that with her death the war will end. The many know her has Black rose.. and fear her. For her role in ending the many years of tenuous peace, the war has been given another name: The war of black Rose. She hunts without stop and none who fear the mages are safe.
Yet From the disorder of the war there will rise new beginnings. For there is a light in the darkness. Small and flickering it is a promise to those who seek it.

In the brooding darkness a wanderer walks the streets alone. The city is a battlefield and to do as the figure does is sure death. No one can be trusted and if you walk at night your friends might kill you out of suspicion. The wanderer seems not to notice the signs that declare the area as a wolf zone. Instead of openly declaring allegiance the figure shrouds its self in a black cloak, ragged to tatters at the bottom edge. Its hood is up and the figure's wearily down cast head hides its face in darkness. The figure seems defeated, as if broken somehow. Its movements are dragging and mechanical, focused on an unknown goal. Such actions are signs of weakness no predator could ignore. The only thing that declares the figure a slight threat is the sword sheath on it's back. In the shadows of the alleyway's the moonlight glints off fangs, gun's and knives. Because of the chaos many packs have merged to form "families". No where near as close knit as packs, these groups of wolves accept almost any wolf who shows a hatred of vampire and mage kind. The stranger stops at the entrance to a bar known as the silver bullet. From the shadows two big wolf males emerge.
"what are you doing in this part of town skinny?" Says the first a mangy brown in half form. His pal a gray chuckles and adds. "You stink of humans runt. Are you some kind of pet?" Head still bowed the stranger replies with a voice that rasps like broken glass. "Please. I want no trouble."
The gray chuckles again.
"Well, you just found it." He draws a pistol from his belt. The brown draws a knife that glistens silver. "We don't take kindly to strangers pet."he says.

Leorio looked up into the sky at the moon that glistened above his head. "Ahhh" He groaned "Why do I have to be out here?". Leorio was just passing through the town just trying to get through. He had recieved a message that he was wanted in the village next to the one he is currently in. With his hands in his black kacki pants he strolled along the road. He decided to pass through the wolf zone trying to make as little comotion as he possibly could. He just wanted to save trouble having to go around, it was too much of a waste to just avoid the area of wolves.

His redish orange hair draped down the back of his next swishing from side to side in the wind. Each foot step he made was met with *Ca-chink ca-chink* from the fact he was wearing metal shoes for defense. "hmmm I'm thristy, I havn't drank in a few hours" He whined to the air. He looked all around for some sorce of nourishment and came across a bar "The Silver bullet eh?....I guess so, what a lame name" He said. Leorio was pessimistic about everything, nothing was ever good enough for him.

He noticed some people arguing in the front and decided to stay out of it, it wasn't his business and he didn't feel like getting involved. "I'll just wait til that's don't with, in the mean time I'll just rest here"

((Joe.. they are in a city not a village. and one of the "people" is in half wolf form.))

Fang sat in the third alleyway down from mainstreet. As always he was by himself. And as usual, this was a bad idea. Lone wolves were known to be torn apart in the city. A lone wolf was never heard to survive a single night. Yet there Fang sat...almost a protegy, for he had survived many nights. Almost 365. It had been a year. It seemed like yesterday to him though. For he could still see Alora's smiling purple eyes as if she had just walked around the building's corner. He could still see Dusty's playfully wagging tail....he could still hear them greeting him home from a day at work.
But he could also still smell their blood, and the scent of the strange werewolves that had been in his new home, that had committed the deed. And the thick smell of the silver in the air...along with the spraypaint fumes that had been used to scrawl terrible messages on the walls. His fmaily was dead, slaughtered, murdered. And why? Why?
Fang sat in his alleyway, in the dark. The light from the street never reaching him. His clothes were so torn and dirty, that one could not tell where his clothes actually ended and his skin began. The man of twenty years had a veryrough face from being unshaven, and his black hair was very thin and looked as if the only reason it was still short was because it was ripped frequently in fights. He had many bruises and one cut on his left arm, but these were minor injuries.
The real injurie that could be seen by anyone who used to know the wolf was in his eyes. Once bright and shining, his eyes red color faded and was dull. The shine in them almost gone. They expressed only two emotions, ever. Pain, or rage. At the moment, since the wolf was alone, it was pain. Always pain when he was alone.
But the truely sad part about the wolfs story was that he was once known around the entire city to be the "friend." He be-friended everyone. Vampire, wolf, human, and even surprisingly to all...mage. No one dis-liked the wolf, for he had much too big of a heart. So when his family was murdered by a pack of renegaid wolves one day while he was out at his job...everyone was shocked. Many who had been Fang's friends came by to try and help him cope with the loss. To try and get him through his grief and pain...but non prevailed. Fang sunk downward, and downward still until he stopped going to work. He stopped eating and he stopped paing rent. He was kicked out of the apartment and fired. And soon he began living on the city streets like any street dog.
He turned away friends snapping, barking, growling and even attacking them. And soon he was left with no one. The only one who could even approach him anymore was the only other lone wolf in the city who could survive in it. Light Foot was her name. And she had been a good friend of Dustys. Older then Dusty was, she was now 17, three years younger then Fang. She had a very light yellow colored coat when in wolf form, and this matched her blonde hair when she was in human form. Her eyes were a piercing green. Light Foot looked like a very sweet an innocent girl, and toward friends and even strangers she was. But...she was WELL known by the wolves in the area that you do not mess with her. Rumors persisted that she was once attacked by a pack of five much larger males, and that she had ripped them all to shreds.
Lightfoot appeared then finding Fang easily even though no one else could ever seem to. She knew enough not to get close to Fang...for he was dangerous now...but as always she wanted to help him out. In her wolf form, she ran by his alley dropping a rabbit carcass in front of it's entrance, then she continued on her way, padding lightly by. Her visits were always of this nature. Maybe getting a sentence or two in to Fang before leaving.
The thud of the animal carcass brought Fang out of his coma like state enough to transform into wolf form and punce on the piece of meat. Barking and growling wildly like he hadn't eaten in days and was deranged with madness he started to tear the thing to pieces, temprorarily forgetting his pain in the vilolence of eating.

((Woo-hoo!!))

A rigid figure, that many used to know as David, or Scout, sits lifelessly on a stool.
"Your most powerful drink." He muttered, his voice mostly drowned out by the voices of the bar.
The bartender handed him a small glass container of a translucent liquid. David grabbed it, and poared it down his throat. He coughed heavily for a short period of time, then reslouched into his corpse-like position.

A slender woman walked over to David, and tapped him on the shoulder. The woman's attitude was easily visible, she was similar to a playful cat.
Hey! Why do you look so down and out?"
The last thing her fake joyous attitude did was amuse David. He quickley swiped her away, as if she was simply a pest to him.
"Leave me be."
The woman slammed David on the back with her palm, and made a large "hmph" sound before speaking.
"You don't treat me like that!!" She yelled, making herself sound powerful.

Within a moment after the woman's remark, David felt himself dragged off his barstool. A muscular man held him by his collar, shaking him wildly.
"You messing with my girl?!" He hollered, shaking David more with every word.
Finally, David felt himself become more-then-agitated. His rage fills within him, and the surpressed feelings revive themselves. Snarling, David clutches his hand around the man's arm.
"I don't think you know.."
David clasped the arm tighter. Sudden specks of brown hair emerge from his fist.
"Who you are dealing with.."

The man, trying to hide his pain, speaks back.
"Who are you..then?"
Silence falls over the bar and the two men, finally David's faint voice breaks it.
I'm an alchemy of many things..
With those words, the man is flung into a nearby table. Filled with anger, the stranger hops to his feet, ready to charge.
"Leave..me..BE!"
Hair spurted out from all over David's body. He began to grow larger, and as he did his clothing teared slighly at the seams. His fangs grew, and so did his ears. Within a few more minutes, David had found himself in half-wolf form for the first time in two years.
The fury he had felt in the battle with Rose emerged, and he hollered crazily. Yet, the man failed to hesitate. The stranger charged at David, screaming. His eyes were shut tight, maybe he hadn't seen David transform.

::Several Hours Later..::

The police arrived at the bar in large groups. Armed with guns and nightsticks, they barged in. Blood oozed through the cracks in the wood floor, and horrid pieces of the man was scattered throughout the area.
The paramedics gather the remains of the corpse, while the police invesitgate. Nothing his found except a trace of ruffled fur and a broken window..

"I.. Don't.. want trouble." came the jagged voice under the hood once more. The sound of not too distant barking was heard and although it didn't seem to phase the two it put the stranger on edge, as if he knew the sound.
"Stop saying that and fight!" Snarled the gray He moved forward aggressively. The stranger took one step back pulling the black hood off as he did so. The pale moonlight reflected off jagged unruly white hair. What once had been black and cut neatly now grew in ragged longish spikes. The moonlight was almost as pale as the face of the stranger who was undoubtabley male. His eyes were sunken black holes and they were kept tightly closed as if even the slightest bit of light was painful. His skin looked dead. He looked like a walking dead man. The two wolves backed off a bit in shock and fear. The scent of their fear was in the air and they knew he could smell it. Acting to cover up their cowardice the gray raised his pistol.
"your some kind of freak!" he said growling. "Some kinda monster." Thorn's eyes snapped open. The contrast of his bright vibrant blue eyes in such a face was more startling then his apearence at first glance. "monster" the name his sister had given him. The name the mages had given him. A spark of anger lit in his charred heart. "You.. Have no idea." He placed one hand on his katana. The spark in his voice faded as it became once more a lifeless rasp. "You.. You both get one last warning. I.. Don't want to hurt you." He closed his eyes feeling their presence with his aura. "I don't want to kill you." He said his voice barely a whisper.
"We want to kill you!" The gray shouted as the brown backed off tail between his legs. The Gray chanced a glance over his shoulder in time to view his partner turn into another ally. "You freak!" the gray's voice was a bit hysterical. Suddenly the gun was pointed at Thorn's head, and the gray fired. The short rang out in the night air with the ring of steel being drawn alongside it. Faster then the amount of time it takes to blink Thorn pulled the heat from the air with his magic. It went to his limbs, giving him energy. The warm air became icy. His sword was a silver flash as it deflected the silver bullet in its first downward slash. The following upward motion removed the Gray's gun hand. The next motion sheathed the katana. The gray screamed in pain clutching his silver burned stumpy limb. Morphing in to full wolf it ran into the night yelping. The chill of the air spread through the alleys with it the slight tint of his magic. Unmistakable. Thorn pulled his hood back on then entered the tavern. He knew he had to hury now. He was there for information he needed.. it had been a long time. Maybe too long.

((whoa don't jump on me like that, all I said was town and going to the village NEXT TO IT and I'm far away(should have stated that) so I wouldn't be able to tell if they were half wolf, try not to be so strict))

"Hm...wolves...figures" He said with tired look on his face as he always had on. Making his way over to the door the thought hit him "you know there may be plenty of wolf people in here....oh well, they're animals they shouldn't be that smart". He pushed open the door with one hand still in his pocket and peered inside.

It was nicely furnished, nothing out of the ordinary, except maybe the beings inside. Leorio was to thristy to even care. "Oh well, better than nothing" He said stepping inside. He looked at the claoked person that scared off the 2 body guards "hmm, better stay away from them, don't wanna fight right now" He thought and quickly changed the topic "I wonder if they have root beer here?"

((Yes, I know that the presentation of Paris during WWI is highly inaccurate in this story, but I'm keeping it.))

"My God! They're actually going to attack the city! The civilians, none are safe!

Regenald! Take Isabel and flee, now! Run as far as you can, run until the sun crawls up your back from beyond the horizon!

It was September 4th, 1915. The second day after which Paris had been placed under siege by the advancing German troops. A young boy about 17 years old had been running for five hours with a little sister in his arms. From her head gushed blood, she was dead...a soldier had shot her hours ago. By some bizarre twist of fate, Regenald had thought her living...only thinking of the words his father had told him as they repeated in his head over and over.

The fire bombing had echoed behind him as the city burned to the ground under German troops and the desperate French army fighting with it, encroached in what seemed to be an eternal struggle. Finally he collapsed to the ground in the vast fields about him, placing his sister on the ground. He cradled her bloodied hair as he finally accepted her death.

She was just a girl, and the bastards killed her.


It's my fault....I should've been able to protect her

Now she was just another death in the war to end all wars....

----

"War to end all Wars", what a joke. Regenald wandered the streets of the star-lit city. Maybe it was useless to even hope for peace in this world. As long as people want to desire things, they'd kill others. It was ironic...now that there was no gain to the humans, they cowarded out of this fight, the wolves and vampires and mages all fought for control, and either way the victory would come; the humans would be the losers.

Despite what one would be led to believe, this world was not much different than it had always been, fighting for personal gain.


He strided quickly down the sidewalk, a dark brown trenchcoat trailing behind him, Regenald long since abandoned the long dark azure cloak that signaled his magehood. He wanted nothing to do with them, and they wouldn't even accept him, he had defyed their precious "black rose".

How disgusting she was, Regenald wished to kill her more than anything in the world.

No....the desire will well up inside of you until you become it. Don't give in... All he had wished for was peace, but there would be no way to achieve it unless she died....unlike those pitiful soldiers of god realized when they left him with her, left him to die. And that's why he didn't hope anymore, he couldn't hope for peace, he wished to spill the blood of all that started this bloody war.

And yet again irony had handed him a divine card from it's galatic hand...and he had felt the prescene of another dark being. He turned down a forboding corridor to meet one from his past, a warewolf who called himself Fang, in his more...feral nature...his natural instinct. Pathetic, now the precious troop was lost. Of course the vampire king and queen must've still existed as one entity, as seperation would compare to the stab of a 1000 daggers to the hopeless romantics, Regenald half blamed them for this war...half.

And so he was left, staring at the beast as it devoured it's meal....knawing it's guts out...surely it wasn't nearly adequate sustainance, but he doubted it mattered to him. How the mighty had fallen, without his pack he was but another stray dog. But Regenald had needed them to complete his mission. He had a vendetta to fulfill...though it had contradicted every single one of his principle....it had been his reason to exist.

Reggie...why does the night shine so bright but it's so dark down here?

I don't know, Isabel....

I'll be with you again...soon, sis.

Regenald drew his sword at the wolf, shouting at it and hoping to startle the pathetic beast into it's only slightly more respectable human form.

((sorry. I just really really do not want this to be seen as feudal. This is modern. How many villages do you hear of now? Towns yes. Villages no. The characters can use older weapons because they are more effective in battle with the supernatural then the average gun, but the setting should stay modern. The paris thing is fine.))
The bar was decent for a wolf joint. Nothing was ripped up too much although the tables had more then a few nicks in them. He walked slowly up to the bar. Behind it was a young female bar maid around 16 with red hair and green eyes. Human. This surprised him but not too much. He knew the owner of this establishment well. His voice low he spoke to the girl. "Is Gunner here?" She smiled at him as if used to his type.
"Pap's in the kitchen right now. Can I help you sir?" So the old man was still taking in orphans. After all this time he was still a softy.. even though the war had killed many of his kids: human, wolf, and even the rare vampire. Thorn kept his gaze lowered. "Tell him.. Tell him his sharp edged friend has come to see him." The girl frowned not understanding, but then let out a sharp whistle. A wolf teen entered the room. The girl walked up to the wolf and muttered something about "take over the bar" then disappeared into the back. Thorn let out a sigh and took in the room. There were a dozen or so wolves in various positions of relaxation. Some were drinking beers and laughing some were playing a card game. A few had noticed his entrance and were eyeing him in an almost threatening way. However the attention of those soon turned to the human in steel boots who had strode in behind him. Gunner would put and end to that though. Outside was not his business, but inside was. It was his territory. No one questioned his laws. Law number one is you think of breaking it you get broken. It was defined as living and non living.

((actually there are quite a lot of villages in the wolrd today, just because it's modern does not nessesarily mean there are none or few around))

Leorio walked up to the bar still with that same tired look on his face. He felt some people.....well things eyeing him, but he really didn't care, as long as they didn't bother him. Bars were a great place to look for work, either they had help wanted signs posted up or he himself had to ask around, he much prefered the first choice though. Not seeing any he decided to ask the bartender for some info.

Walking up to the bar and having himself a coushy seat, he placed his arm on top of the bar and slammed his hand down "bartender....bartender....yo" He called out impolitly. He always had to act tough around bars so nobody would bother him, but the same thing always happenes everytime he orders his drink. A teenaged wolf boy came into sight looking annoyed at the rude treatment. "I'll take a root beer" Leorio demanded without letting the boy speak.

Like an egg timer Leorio heard a few laugh in the back and some whooping to of some low life wolf people, who indefinatly made their way over at the new guy. ((I'll just assume this bar has root beer))The bar tending wolf kid shuffled to the drink stands and pulled out what seemed to be a bottle of dust and poured out some nasty looking swill water and slid it on down.

Leorio caught the drink and looked at it with disgust, yet with an unchanging face. He smelt it a little and sipped some. It tasted terrible "Well....Ma always said not to waste anything" and he drank the whole thing down in one gulp to try and get a little a taste as possible. The wolf thugs came by and sat right next to him, three in all with one standing right behind him.

"Bartender, he'll take a milk" Said the wolf man. Leorio just sat still and looked ahead not paying any attention to them. A glass of bright white milk came rushing down the bar and into the wolf man's hands "here ya go, just the way you like it".
Leorio continued to ignore them "Come on whats the matter, you don;'t like milk unless it's from your mama's teet" The wolf teased as his buddies laughed.

"Could you please not talk to me, you smell" Leorio countered with and angered the wolf man. "why you punk, I oughta" he began but stopped himself knowing the bar owner wouldn't allow fighting "you me outside...now" the wolf order and walked outside with his friends. Leorio didn't get up to go after them, they'll be there when he leaves "Bartender, glass of water"

((The problem is that the story was labelled as taking place in a city in the sign up topic))

I ran through the darkness, the familiar light of the moon setting tonights stage.
My mind set on one thing... Blood. I hadn't fed in allmost 27 hours.

*Sniff, Sniff*

Fresh blood....

About a mile away I smelled a young woman.. walking alone. The perfect pray for tonight. I leaped from rooftop to rooftop, and thought to myself if I should spare her...

I jumped into the air, four stories above her staring down at her long chestnut hair...

I quickly knocked her unconcious before she had the chance to utter a word, and looked at her pretty face. Pretty ears, small nose, thick red lips.....
A red that was unmistakable. She had bit her lip when i attacked her..

That moment I lost myself, and pierced her neck with my fangs and began absorbing her life force. Drinking the most important essence of her body.... I couldn't control my being, the flavor, the color, the scent...

Before I realized I had entirely drained her of her blood... I looked back at her face... and closed the wound...

No... I shouldn't have.... she... was a simple human.. so innocent....
I didn't think it was fair for her life to end... I knew that I could still save her... But there we the eternal affliction.. The only way would be to embrace her with vampirism.

It is all lost..



I ran from there, with one destination on my mind. I had heard word of a rising werewolf community in one sector of the city.

If I can do one thing for the world, this is it.

David leapt from rooftop to rooftop, but haulted when he found himself at the roof of a much taller building. Panting, he morphed back into his human form.
He didn't want to feel any remorse towards that man's innocent death. He could have just roughed him up a bit..
Yet, David remained stern. With the many years of subdueing feelings, he was able to refrain from the painful feelings of knowing he was a murderer.

He made his way down an old rusty fire escape. For the first time in several days, David found himself sober. He walked aimlessly across the street. He didn't know what to do with himself anymore. For almost three straight years David had wandered where ever his fractured heart took him, but he never thought at some point his urge to run or escape would fade..
Sadly, before he could think about this further, he spotted someone approaching in the distance. At the immense speed the being was traveling at, he couldn't get a good glimpse at who or what the figure was. As it slowed down, all he could recognize was it's unusual pale expression. David sighed, trying to amuse himself.

"This can't be good."

Fang was ripping away at his meager meal. It had not uccured to him that the reason he was probably so much more violent was not only because of his loss and grief, but because he had not run, and hunted down a meal on his own for many weeks now. If a werewolf mearly hunted down large game like a deer, it was sometimes enough to keep the wolf side in check. But of course, Fang didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore. What was wrong with becoming a base wolf again? Wolves didn't feel as much as humans, therefore there was less pain.
As he was digging and ripping and savoring the small amount of blood and meat between his canines, there was suddenly a farmiliar smell. Fang was too absorbed to stop however. But then there was a VERY loud shout that abused his sensitive ears. Fang yelped and jumped back from his meal startled, and looked up. There was a man standing there holding a sword out to him threateningly. Fang, his mind off his meal only needed to take one sniff at the man. He reeked of mage. Fang's tired red eyes narrowed and he growled threateningly. Bearing his teeth he snapped at the air once, letting the growl reach a very loud level of warning. The black hairs on his back rose up...and to anyone other then Regenald...Fang would have been a terrifying sight.
But then Fang smelt something else...a much more farmiliar scent then simple magic and mage. The wolfs face fell from threatening to surprise as he gazed up at the man once again. Fang recognized him then, and an odd feeling came to him then. It was...relief. It was the strangest feeling int he world..for it was not pain...and it was not hate. Slowly, and a bit painfully due to his minor injuries, Fang began to transform. His hair vanished as his bones enlongated. Then he became his human self once more.
And what a sorry state he was in. If he had been in a healthier state of mind, Fang may have wondered how Regenald was even able to recognize him. For he had changed that drastically. Much thinner then he used to be, and containing many more wrinkles then a 20 year odl should have, he gazed at his old friend, with eyes that seemed to only radiate his current pain.
"...Regenald...it's been a while." Fang said. They were the only even relativly friendly words he had uttered in a long time. He took a step forward, seeming bewildered.
"...long time....been a long time."

((Woohoo, my turn.))

::The tallest building in the city overlooked the lights, twinkling and fading with the night as some went to bed and others didn't. The others were those of her kind; she was standing on the roof of the building watching. The city lights were at her beck and call. And among them other lights shone and burned, the lights of the aura within every wolf, mage, and vampire. She was looking for very certain, very specific ones. For she knew that they had all come together here, at this spot, and they would all reunite very soon.::

::The half-moon, waning, hung above her and cast a pale light down over her snow-white face. Castimonia searched every alley, street, window and park her eyes could reach. The smell of human blood surrounded her. But down below her she smelled wolf blood, a wolf she had once known, male. Fang. Castimonia closed her eyes as though giving a moment of silence. Dusty and Alora were not with him. And he had been right there for quite some time, alone. To her left, far off, came a very distant glimmer of another wolf she once knew, younger, by the name of Scout to the now broken pack. A second aura and poison blood joined fang. It was Regenald. Castimonia still regretted having let him go without a word.. because she knew that he hated her more than the rest of them. For letting him down.. Castimonia's eyes reached further over the city. She still clung to some hopeless, far-off dream.. that of peace. She had years of age and much power over every creature in the city below her. There was one that excelled her in age, but he was not below her at the time. And the two of them could hopelessly crush the whole city if they so chose.. In minutes the whole of the city's human population could be changed.. to her side, the vampires.::

::Castimonia's eyes reached a district of the city that was strictly wolf. It bordered the vampire side. And her eyes finally spotted a glimmer of hope: A certain ice-blue aura that would lead her to her impossible and ever-present hope: to regain a fallen sister. But if she could do that, she could cripple the mage forces at work.. for they relied on their Black Rose. She sneered, her fangs bared at their hideous nickname for her sister. They were calling it the war of Black Rose now. All the more reason to unite.. Castimonia leapt off the top of her perch, her extravegant confection of a silk dress rustled in the wind under her. It wasn't flight, but damn near close. She made a series of gravity defying leaps over the buildings until she reached the one where that aura glowed brightly under her, inside a buidling. She did not wish to interrupt his business, but she had hunted him for two long years of the three since they had all seperated. Finally, finally she could free her.. Castimonia contained her excitement as best as she could. Her attention soon became drawn by an approaching aura, definitely vampiric, streaking towards the wolf part of town. He had just supped.. but why was he headed towards the wolf city? He'd be killed. Castimonia leaped from her perch and landed directly in the young vampire's path. She extended one palm.::

Whither do you wander, my brother? ::Castimonia was slightly shorter than he, but when she was born all humans were smaller and slenderer in stature. She was from Ancient Rome, after all, almost 3000 years old, now. She was a figure of power. And he was her kin, and her subject.:: Answer your queen. Why do you run into wolf's territory?

Thorn viewed the interchange between the human and the wolves dispassionately. Such thing's meant nothing to him now. There was a time when the slightest of presumed injustices towards human kind would have sent him into a rage.. while he wouldn't have killed them in the open they would have died. Now.. Now he merely closed his eyes as if by doings so the wolves and the human would go away. He was tired. He had traveled for days without resting to reach here, and the last of the contacts he had from his old life. A gloved hand absentmindedly reached for the clasp of his cloak and rubbed it. It was a silver wolf's head, given to him by one he once trusted. He wondered what was taking gunner so long, but he was patient. He had waited too long for a delay to disturb him. "bartender.. A Pepsi please." He said eyes still tightly shut. The wolf teen smirked then slid a can down the counter. Thorns hand shot out and grabbed it. With one claw he flicked it open and took a sip. Warm. He grimaced, but drank it warm anyway, to use his powers to cool it would be wasteful. He rubbed his aching eyes and yawned.

Leorio heard some guys in the back saying stuff about, how he's going to get mangled or how he's gunna die. Still Leorio didn't care, all he cared about right now was the empty glass in his hand. "Hey are you coming out or what" Yelled the furious wolfman from outside. Leorio sighed and put his glass down and chugged what was left. "Bartender, when I get back make sure there's a glass of water" He called, but wasn't sure if the wolf kid had heard him.

Leorio pushed open the door to the bar and stepped out into themusty smelling air. There were the three wolf men with their rms crossed "Alright punk you think your tough, just wait till you deal with me...any last words" Said one wolf stepping foward. "Yeah, this is just some scene from a poorly written book" Leorio responded. The wolf man changed before Leorios eyes into a more wolf like shape and yelled at teh top of his lungs into Leorio's face. "seriously......bathe" Leorio shot at him

The wolf man sprang foward with a single fast leap aiming at Leorio's head. Leorio simple side stepped and kicked the wolf in the ribs with almost no effort. The wolf ma yelped a little but not so much "Moron, nobody is dumb enough to get hit by that" Leorio insulted. The wolf man sprang again, but this time he hopped into the air roaring. Again Leorio moved back and kicked the wolf in the face with the bottom of his shoes, stopping the wolf in his tracks.

"Moron, I havn't even taken my hands out of my pockets yet." He informed the angering wolf man who was holding his snout. "Shut up" said the wolf anf bounded again

Regenald had been expecting a resistance from the beast known at a time as Fang, even the will to fight would've been welcome to the former mage. Discouraged, Regenald's eyes sank. It wasn't worth fighting them, he realized...without their group, what were they? Worthless shells. But Regenald knew that the fire burned within in, the desire he had inside of him....to stop this war and the useless hope that he could go back to the way things were...


Regenald was used to that useless hope....


..."The Most Hopeless Romantic I've ever met"....what happened to you, Fang? You should've known that you would have been helping her by killing her...

I slowed, confronted by another eternally tortured by the night.

"You call me your brother and then say you are my queen? I think not."

I became furious, nobody dared to speak that I was lesser. This bitch thought she could belittle me.
I evaluated this woman, she seemed that she had been cursed a long time.

that doesn't matter

"Listen bitch you're not my queen nor am I your brother. You can call me Ranger and I hunt alone, clearing this earth of the curse that corrupts it. Anybody that gets in my--"

I smelled another, not too far off. Clearly a werewolf but in human form. I leaped over the 'queen' and dashed to this abomination.
I thrust myself into the air as I came closer, descending rapidly prepared to attack upon landing.

First head of the night...

Thorn had just finished the last gulp of his can when he heard several clicks. His eyes snapped open and he slowly turned his head. In the door way to the back stood a middle aged balding wolf in man form. This wolf man was armed with two heavy artillery rapid fire shredding guns. Both were aimed at thorn. The can slid from Thorn's hand and hit the counter with a "thunk". It was the only sound audible in the shocked silent room. His friend Gunner was living up to his name.
"You. How dare you return here!" Shouted gunner his hazel eyes filled with rage.
"Gunner.." Came Thorn's weak reply.
"Leave now or give me an excuse to blow your shaggy hide away, you foul creature of the mages!" Raged Gunner taking a step forward. So he knew. Thorn wondered who had told him. He also knew that he would get no answers here.
"I'm.. S-" His apology was cut off by a round of bullets right where he was sitting, only his reflexes saved him, but another set of holes was added to his cloak.
"Just. Leave" Came the snarl of thorn's last living friend. In a flash thorn was running to the door leaving the confused family and angry wolf behind. The door swung open and hit a half wolf smack in the face as he was about to leap. In his haste to escape one fight he was drawn into another. "grrr. human lover!" spat one of the first wolves friends.

As Ranger was about to turn a clicking that Castimonia would think familiar rung out behind him. "Tick tock. Like the second hand of a clock." It was the vampire king himself. Caleb Swanson, lover of drama and sarcasm alike had made his entrance. "That's no way to talk to a lady RANGER." He said with much sarcasm. "Do you not recognize us as your wonderful and benevolent leaders? Are you one of those who would turn their eyes from us and not acknowledge our power?" He resumed clicking his tongue within his mouth. "Even the life of a vampire must one day end. These clicks are just your existence slipping away, moment by moment. We are royalty, and accept it or not...if I likled I could slay you in an instant. I'd also appreciate if you watched the language around my beautiful wife as well...you wouldn't want to anger one such as myself, I'm dead three times and yet I speak to you now." He grinned and looked to Castimonia with loving eyes. All of that was spoken to a retreating back. Whatever he was after, he was a coward.

((OOC I'm sorry sean but did you even read my post? I ran off from there a couple blocks to go fight gelfman. I'm ignoring your post for now till it is edited appropriately))

"I couldn't kill her! I could never!!!" And the once proud werewolf, the once alpha male of his pack looked like he would fall apart at any given moment. Of course, or course if Regenald came to find him it would be because of that horrid nightmare they had all lived together three years ago. Fang knew that he wasn't the only one who could not forget it.
"...I could never..." He repeated. Regenald had also asked what had happened. And that was a much harder question to answer. That brief tiny flicker of a feeling other then pain or anger vanished. Pain took over once more. Fang's eyes lowered to the ground of the litter riddled and dirt allwyway.
"....they were killed..." He answered, looking much like he would rather die then go on living at that moment. But there was something strange keeping him from doing so. He supposed it was his wolf side. The instinct, the will to survive no matter what. Fang cursed his wolf side for not allowing him to die. He then lifted his gaze back to Regenald, a strange longing look in his eyes. A very spookey needing, knawing look.
"What brings you to this slum old friend?" Fang asked.

((Roll with it for now, Helfgott. I was going to try and dialogue with you a bit myself but you just seem to want to avoid interaction.))

::Castimonia would have flushed a bit if there was more blood running through her system. It had only been the two of them together for the last three years, ceaselessly trying to find a way to bring peace.. Caleb had helped her tail Thorn all this time, and she had a deep love for him that was rivaled in her only by her wish to bring peace. She gave Caleb an affectionate squeeze as the other vampire disappeared with a snarl.::

It's wonderful to know you're always with me. ::She kissed him gently and looked behind her.:: He's close.. I can feel it. Finally he's returned to this place and I won't let him go again. He's our only hope to finding everything.. ::She peered around for more signs and glimmers of aura. She had gotten away from the tavern a bit when she had confronted the running vampire, but she edged along to it now. A couple of wolves went through the door and growled something to someone who was apparently trying to leave. Castimonia sensed it, stronger than ever, and knew it was time to act. She walked up to the door so silently they did not hear her.. and she tapped one of them on the shoulder. Before he had a chance to turn her sword was out and the point under the chin of the one who had growled.::

Don't move. ::Castimonia kept the blade steady and turned her head, catching a glimpse of the face she most longed to see. She smiled warmly.:: Remember me, Thorn? ::She extended the free hand.:: I'll get you out of here. ::Her hand extended for him to take, she snapped her gaze across the wolvesd she was holding at bay and the ones in the room who could attack at any given moment. She called loudly::

If any of you move the slightest bit while my friend removes himself from your presence, you will be dead on sight. As much as I hate to kill my future allies it cannot be helped at this moment. ::She fell silent to let them be thouroughly bewildered by exactly what she meant. None of them knew she had Caleb with her as well, ready to strike the moment some foul play was detected. The two of them together were stronger than the entire section of the city they were standing in.::

((Thorn had already left the inn. In fact as he smashed it open it hit a wolf in the face as he did so, but I just move on.))
An instant too late his mage senses kicked into over drive. Vampires three of them. The human, many Wolves. The acute stinging pain of his powers rushed through him, but changed nothing. In front of him attempting to hold the wolves at bay was the vampire queen. A queen who's subjects had, for the most part, abandoned her. All his plans and dreams were for naught. He would die by her hand. But he did nothing to resist the moment that was sure to come. Then she turned to him.. and smiled. His mind raced with confusion. "Remember me, Thorn? I'll get you out of here." Came the words he never thought he would hear. "If any of you move the slightest bit while my friend removes himself from your presence, you will be dead on sight. As much as I hate to kill my future allies it cannot be helped at this moment." He jaw dropped. This was not to be believed. How could he be forgiven by her? How could she call him friend? He.. He had not forgiven himself. He closed his eyes tight and shook his head. "No. This.. This is not right. It.. can't be." His quiet voice was for once loud it's quality grating.

David dodged sideways. He was in no way ready to fight a vampire. Even a man drained his energy, yet he had overdone it, somewhat..
Rolling back to his feet, he swung his head towards the vampire.
"What do you want with me?"

"You are a curse that destroy's the earth." I said, looking at this corrupted shell of a man. "Lycanthropy steals more than just a human's mortal existance, but it steals thier soul..."

----

I had just returned home... to my family's appartment... I had raided a blood bank and stole enough for the next few days. It had been several years since I was changed but I still managed to live a normal human life. It was nearly midnight, and something was strange. The front door was open just a crack.. and furniture was overturned and...

That scent, that unmistakeable scent....

I dropped my bag, and raced through the apartment. Over into my mother's bedroom...

The walls were splattered in blood, my brothers completely dismembered... And... Two beasts, two horrible monsters that were anomalies to all that was right...
I didn't hear thier roars, I didn't hear thier screams, I didn't see thier bodies as they were being destroyed, All I saw was my mother's carcass opened up like a gazelle on the savana to a pack of lions.

I took thier fangs, and tied them to my belt with thier hair. This wouldnt be the last time...

That night, I vowed that this world would be safe for humans to live, to rid it of these leeches draining the blood from the universe. Yet I was--

----

"I will not let you continue to reap innocent life..."

I lost myself again and lunged in for his throat.

David didn't quite understand what the reason was for this Vampire's actions, but he had to defend himself. This time, he didn't dodge.
He immediatly leapt for the Vampire, flying in face to face with it. As he swiftly guided through the air, hair and muscles bursted out from his clothing. The snout grew out long, and the same went for his fangs.
He crashed straight into the vampire, ready to take another life. Thrashing his arms wildly, trying to slice the man in every way possible, he burst into the ground pulling the vampire with him.

*Regenald glowered at Fang, he was so oblivious to everything that happened...

I came....I came to kill you....you left me to die 3 years ago and I wanted my revenge. Regenald kept his blade to his side, unwilling to attack dispite his words. He had finally begun to realize that senseless violence would solve nothing.

But I realize now....you're allready dead...on the inside. We all are. Regenald let his blade fall, he had no use for it. Why was he there? What could he do, killing them would be a release....but letting them live.....

Why are they shooting, Reggie?! It burns! Why are they shooting....

Regenald winced in pain at the memories...

...no little boy should be left in the rain He calmly and quietly repeated to himself. ...Fang, your name was, right? What happened to you? Why did the tribe break? Why do the vampires still pretend to rule over this dead land...what is to be accomplished by this floundering about at random?

Dave was confused "what on earth?"He said as some strange guy came out of the bar and nailed the wolf man in the face. "hey who the hell are you, next time give a heads up before you barge in". Leorio was pissed, he never liked people helping him in anything and he didn't like to help either, unless it was for money, which he is always searching for.

((Sorry Heather I thought somebody accosted you on your way out. But at least you're being forgiving. I've got to mod you a teensy bit, hope you don't mind.))

::Castimonia embraced the withered mage. She had seen the look of confusion and pain in his eyes. He must have been astonished that she had come to save him, whilst three years before he had attacked her and stolen Rose.. But Castimonia's visions over the three years had shown her clearly that Rose was infected with something Thorn had started but tried to stop, and as Rose became darker and more infested by evil, Thorn became lighter and more his own. So Castimonia had forgiven him, and she knew he was the key to putting a stop to the out-of-hand mages.::

That's why I came to find you, Thorn. To put it right. And since I have ceaselessly hunted for you for two years I won't let you get away again. ::She surveyed him. He was too thin for her tastes and looking scraggly. He was both wolf and mage and she intended to liven up the wolf inside him. She pulled him away from the crowd and scooped him up. He was too light. She pushed off the earth and leapt on top of a building three doors down. She set him on his feet and faced him again.::

A good, hot meal, and rest, I think, as soon as my dear Caleb rejoins us. Tomorrow I shall tell you of what has passed since we parted. Thorn.. please know that what happend to Rose was not your fault. They worked through you to take her, and her transformation was fed off of her own fears and insecurities.. You must not blame yourself. ::She waited at the edge of the building to see Caleb leaping from his perch, but also kept glancing back at Thorn, if he wished to speak, or if he tried to escape. He was too valuble to lose. Suddenly she laughed.::

You know, when I met Rose, she was being attacked in a bar. Strange how life works out that way.

The human spoke to him, but before he could reply The queen was speaking once more.
"That's why I came to find you, Thorn. To put it right. And since I have ceaselessly hunted for you for two years I won't let you get away again." So he had been hunted. He had thought so. but so lost was he in the wilderness and his magic he didn't really know. Then he was caught up and taken to the top of a building. He offered no resistance. He could not resist one he had hurt so.
"A good, hot meal, and rest, I think, as soon as my dear Caleb rejoins us. Tomorrow I shall tell you of what has passed since we parted. Thorn.. please know that what happened to Rose was not your fault. They worked through you to take her, and her transformation was fed off of her own fears and insecurities.. You must not blame yourself. " Her words rang in his head but they did not ring true. He had been blind so very blind. It was his own hatred, his own weakness and fears that had hurt her so. He had tainted her, he was responsible. His own words, his oaths now broken filled him 'I am like my name sake, to protect you from those that want to hurt you.. That want to make you hurt others. I won't let them hurt you, my beautiful delicate Rose. I will never hurt you.' Aloud he wispered too low for any to hear. "I will never hurt you." an echo of the past. He would make it right. He would do what ever it took to make it right. He would undue the hurt he had done. The queen seemed nervous as if expecting him to flee or bite. Then suddenly her laughter filled the cold night air, and he flinched. "You know, when I met Rose, she was being attacked in a bar. Strange how life works out that way." She said and suddenly it hit him. She knew Rose. The real Rose. Better then anyone else he had ever met. The gnawing desperation filled his insides. He moved foreward then stopped restraining the urge to grab her, to keep her from fleeing. "Y-you knew her! W-what.. What was she like? Please!?" He said stuttering and unsure, but the pain of his feeling was in every broken word.

Fang was not surprised that Regenald wanted him dead...how could Fang possibly explain that there was simply not enough time to get both his pack and nis friends out from the building before it collapsed upon them? And how could Fang possibly explain...that he would always chose family over friends? But f course...none of that mattered any more...for he had no family left.

But I realize now....you're allready dead...on the inside. We all are.

He had said. Fang lowered his gaze then. Of course he was dead. What else was there to be? Castimonia and Caleb must hate me too...he suddenly thought...for they were friends he hed left to save his family as well. The young wolf was riddeled with guilt. Terrible knawing hurtful guilt that ate at his insides, like arazor that was perpetually turning...He was the reason for Rose's transformation into hate...he failed her. He failed to protect her. He failed to protect Regenald, Castimonia, and Caleb. He had failed. He thought...at least he was able to save his family...but he had even failed at that. I can't protect anybody! I'm worthless! The voice inside of him cried. It was the voice of his guilt that had been eating him up for the past year. Eating his strength, his mind, and his spirit....but most of all his heart. Fang lowered his head farther without saying a word...then suddenly put his hands to his midnight black hair as if he had a major head ache. He was about to lose himself to either the pain or anger once more when Regenald spoke again, breaking the spell.

...Fang, your name was, right? What happened to you? Why did the tribe break? Why do the vampires still pretend to rule over this dead land...what is to be accomplished by this floundering about at random?

Fang looked up at Regenald, his eyes watering...yet he held a look of rage that seemed it was barely being held back.
"I ALREADY TOLD YOU! MY PACK WAS KILLED! SLAUGHTERED! MURDERED! DISHONORED! Their screams fill my dreams, my days, my nights! The sight of their bodies burns my vision no matter what it is I gaze at! I've failed them! I'm useless! They're DEAD! DEAD!!!" Fang looked almost insaine, like he'd snap at any moment. He paced a bit, a hungry, crazed look in his eyes which was feeding on his pain and guilt turning it into rage...Fang was looking more wolf like then he ever could in wolf form. Somehow...he kept it together, and he did not pounce to attack like he did on so many others recently.
"I don't know what goes on with the vampire side any longer. I used to be in touch with all sides. Vampire, mage, human, and wolf. I would have been able to tell you detailed information on any side a year or so ago...but I've not spoken to anyone since. No one's worth my while any more. NOTHING IS WORTH ANYTHING!" He continued to pace.
"I "Flounder at random" as you put it because nothing is worth SHIT anymore! Haven't you looked aroudn you?!?! The wolves are acting more wolf-like then ever! Taking entire sections of the city for themselves! And the vampires are no help! They don't even travel in clans anymore! They fly solo, killing whomever they choose! The humans have gotten tired of it, and now they kill too! They'll kill eachother if they ever SUSPECT someone isn't what they seem! The world has turned to ash! And since I can't do a thing, NOT A DAMNED THING, I stay here...and I wait..." Wait for what...? He asked himself. But he didn't know the asnwer to that question. He had no idea what he was waiting for. Maybe death, maybe a miricle...maybe both.

Keep your composuer, Fang...

Regenald looked to the skies above, blacked out by the towering smog of the skyscrapers, not even a soul could pass it....But I think you're wrong....nothing is different in this world. Humans have killed each other for ages....my own sis- The fallen mage stopped himself...pulling his tongue and lips back as memoriers jabbed into his mind. Regenald took a step forward, and with a small thrust of his foot he kicked his blade and slid it outward. No, not a damn thing has changed. Even the vampire king and queen...who I was stupid enough to trust...they are too infatuated with their own fantasies to be of any use. Though hesitating earlier, he had begun to realize something, Fang and himself were very alike, they had probably been through the same things, lost a lot to war, human or supernatural, war is war...and it should have never been.

I fear we're the only ones who can feel the pain we share....you may have heard of the "Great War"...World War I....I lost my entire family to that war...and I myself died that day. But they wouldn't let me go to heaven...I heard their voices in my head.... He collapsed to his knees that the thoughts of the horrible day, it was now his turn to go on a tirade. With a deep sigh his voice calmed. I think....I think it's up to us to end this war.....old friend...

Barron exploded through the doorway, tearing it roughly off the hinges. The civilians inside screamed, but only for the short length of times their lives had lasted. Which was maybe a couple of minutes..
Not even having to morph, he laserated the people within a minuscule moment! With only fury on his mind, and no remourse, Barron's antics were at their peak. The casualties had been off the charts..

Gathering up his exhausted, tattered men, he began to speak.
"This territory is now, OURS! The vampires, nor the humans may own it! We are entitled! It is US, who will rule!"
The madman's dream had finally come true. He had gotten his power, but with accomplished goals came new wants..

Barron wanted..
The one thing that truly set him back..
The only thing, that discouraged him in the past..
Barron wanted..
REVENGE.

Fang watched as Regenald expressed his own grief. Although his grief was much older...Fang recognized the look in Regenalds eyes. His pain...it was older then Fang's. It was more faded...maybe...dare he say...he had healed a bit from it...but it was the same pain. It was still there. For the first time in a year...Rang felt like he actually wanted to do something. No...he didn not want to save the world. He had tried that already. It was just something more he had failed at. He knew he hadn't the power to end this war...or to grant peace...or.....love. These were all thing slost to him...but...he had been alone for so long...so very alone. And he was tired of being in so much pain...and crying in the dark over his dead wife and daughter by himself. Maybe...maybe it'd be nice to have someon around for a change...an old friend who understood at least his past pains...if not the pains he were feeling in the presant.
"Ok old friend...I'll come with you. Understand that I am coming to accompany you, but I am not expecting us to suceed. Infact...I am almost counting on failure. I only want someone's company...and the chance to rip out a few throats who have done wrong." Fang reached out his hand then to help Regenald up back onto his feet.

Leorio swung back his head in fustration and confusion with a large angry groan. "Mmmmmmm WHo are you people" He spoke raising his voice and stepping foward nearing the 2 shady characters. "If you have the guts to step into my fight and act as if I were a ghost, you could at least use names here" HE said slamming his hands on his white shirt to get attention. Leorio HAd a stasrnge feeling in his head, as if these were up to no good, but in the past, every time he gets that feeling, the opposite always happened, so he felt at ease.

One seemed to be of the vampire group, Leorio had delt with vampires before, tough little bastards he recalled, they just won't die. The other of the wolf group, He should have no troubles with them, though some can be a problem if they know how to use their wolf powers to the max.

*Regenald couldn't help but chuckle at Fang's words as he helped him to his feet. His words were brash, full of self-doubt but at the same time so assessive, as if what he said was absolute reality. He had heard such a majestic tone before, it was spoken by the vampire king....the delicious irony of it all was that, no matter how many times he assured himself of his power, he now held nothing....

...a scream could be heard the distance...and it was comforting to know that they weren't the only ones suffering.

Ha ha ha, who are you, Caleb? Anyway, I suppose we should decide what we are going to do first. Your clan his dead, I have no allies to turn to....what about the boy, David? Have you seen him at all?

((Note to all: I'm changing my color to dark red since it's so very friggin hard to read plain ol red.))

Fang's eyes seemed to drift off then into fond memory. "Scout..." He murmered. "Last I heard...he was going into another section of the city...to return home..." Fang...for the firsttime in a long time stepped out of his alleyway and into the direct light of the streetlamp above. "I think...I think it was this way..."

Fang had barely takena step forward when a light yellow colored wolf appeared out of the shadows infront of him. It was Lightfoot. He blinked...for the first time...not eager to attack or bark at her. She blinked at him with those bright green eyes of hers, then transformed. Fang had never seen her in human form before. She looked no older then 16, with long light blonde hair that was striehgt as a pencil and fell down to her mid back. She wore simple torn white tee-shirt and blue short shorts.
"Fang has a friend?" She asked suddenly. "It's nice to see you saying something other then barking. Can I come too? I like you." She said. Fang was leaning toward hte friendly side...but then she said...she liked him. He suddenly got very defensive and vicious. He snarled horridly int he back of his throat and he bared his teeth which he allowed to grow danerously pointed for her.
"NO! No you can not! If you want your throat intact stay away from me!!!" Lightfoot hardely even seemed dazed. After all...this was the nicest she had ever seen Fang. She shrugged.
"Ok." The she transformed back into her wolf form, and padded her way down the street. She would be following them....they just didn't know that.

((Sorry Helf, but it's been like two days. Hopefully you'll understand.))


"Don't make me kill you dammit!" David snarled, leaping onto his feet nimbly. The small sparks of fury that had been building up was now an inferno, yet David was still a man, and he still had his rules. Taking away one life was irresponsible and wrong, another, was unthinkable. He dashed away from the vampire, remaining in were-form so he was able to run at top speed.

Finally, exhausted, he rolled to the floor panting as he morphed back. He wanted to cry, he wanted his mother or father. He wanted Alora..maybe even Fang. He needed someone! Needed!

He was light headed, and feeling enormously frightened. He crawled into an alley way, and hid behind a large garbage dump. David began to sob, holding in each quick breath that came along. He fought the cries, and this made him feel more uncomfortable then ever.
Why did he go off alone?
Wiping away his tears and pulling himself together, he stood up and walked hazily into a nearby bar.

"Your most powerful.." He muttered.

::Two Hours Later::

The feelings were blanketed with artificial happiness. At the age of seventeen, David managed to aqquire several shots of vodka without passing out. The bartender didn't seem to care about David's condition.
Giggling, David wobbled out the door. Tripping foward, he lost balance and fell backwards again. Stumbling back into the wall, he fell to his knees weakly. An image of his pack, family, and friends appeared in his mind. Then, he proceeded to vomit and fall unconsious. His head fell lifelessly, onto the hard brick walkway.