Dark Calling

[Cara]

(sorry! long post!)

Nefara was too caught up in her own thoughts to notice anything peculiar about Lauren. This was the third night in a row where she'd had the same dream, but more detail and more information each time... That dream with the two young men, Carden and Aleron... and that little girl with her dolls. It must be old. The clothing was that from the early 1700s if she could remember her studies right. That was something good about being a History Major. Her minor was Folklore and Ancient Civilizations. And the way they spoke was older. This was the only set of dreams that had taken place way in the past... Could it mean anything?
Each night she knew more and more about these young men. And her gut told her that they were vampires. But she wasn't about to let Lauren know about her crazy dreams of vampires. Her Folklore classes must be getting to her... That is what she tried to tell herself, but the dreams had been going on for her entire life.
"Ok, ready..." Nefara said, as she grabbed her sketch pad. Her sketch pad was like her diary. She drew scenes and people from her dreams. It helped her put her fears on paper. "I'm starved, let head out and get some breakfast!" she said. And the two left.

Aleron stared at the screen, at the list of names. He had lived in this town for the past hundred years. There were too many incidents of vampire killings. It would attract too much attention. He needed to act.
Grabbing his coat, he put his sunglasses on and pulled the hood over his head. It was a cold, overcast day, so he didn't have to worry much about standing out, and it would protect him from the sun, should it get brighter out. Quickly, he headed west. He would deal with this problem.

(lets get things a little faster... )

Nefara ate in silence. "Are you ok?" Lauren asked, looking at Nefara.
"Yea. Fine. Just tired."
"Seriously?" Lauren asked. "You went to be at like nine! You got more sleep than I did..."
Nefara shrugged. "I guess I needed more?" she laughed. "I fine though. Don't worry. Though I might get sick in Mr.Vincent's class! His lectures could kill anyone!"
Lauren laughed. "Oh my God, yes! I know!"
"I'm going to be late!" Nefara said suddenly, looking at the clock. "Hey, I'll see you later? Usual time?" Nefara asked, quickly cleaning up. They had only two classes together in the day.
"Sure..." Lauren said. "I'll see you around."
Nefara grabbed her back and her sketchbook and sprinted off.

Aleron heard the running feet and the beating pulse way before he saw her, turn a corner and crash right into him. He reached out and grabbed her sketchbook, as it flew from her hands. The girl landed with an 'uuff' on the ground.
"Ohhh! I'm so sorry---" she started, immediately breaking off as she took in his appearance. She gave a little gasp, eyes wide. "Oh... ah... I... I have to go!" she said, turning in the opposite direction and sprinting off, even faster than she had come.
"Wait! You forgot your... sketchbook..." Aleron called after her, but she was out of earshot. Stupid human.
He looked down at the black, spiral-bound book. Her name was written in curling silver: Nefara Darrens. He frowned as he heard the name. Nefara. It sounded so familiar, but from where? When you have lived for over half a millennia, memories were sometimes hard to place. He opened up the book. He practically dropped it, as he saw the images. They were dark, sinister, and absolutely correct. He saw the pictures, perfectly drawn, every detail recorded, of people--vampires--that he knew. As he flipped through the pages, he saw something that if he had a beating heart, would make it stutter. Carden... and himself. There were over a dozen photos of him and Carden. There was one from that day, the last day he'd killed a human; that little girl with the dollies.
The artist of this, Nefara. He had to find her... and kill her. She was too much of a threat, she knew too much... But HOW? He had just seen her today and how could she know so much about him and other vampires? He felt his head reel. That girl, Cecelia, the Kriivida... now this? He sat down on the bench. Nefara Darrens would have to die. (cue, dramatic music! lol)

[Darkness Song]

Dexter sat at one of the lunch tables and glanced up. He saw the man in a hood and sunglasses. The girl who turned and ran. Something is wrong... He looked at the sky outside. Overcast... Strange... Very strange. He stared at the man. He would have to look into it. He stood up and started to walk towards the corner. He turned the corner sharply and ran into the man purposefully.
"Sorry sorry man." Dexter posed as the office geek like he usually did and picked up the books. He looked at the sketch book and then closed it and saw the name. Nefara Darrens. He gave it back to the man who sneered at him. He saw the teeth and gave him the books. He felt a prick against his head. He cleared his thoughts and the Passenger took them deep into his mind. "Sorry, I will be more careful next time." He started down the hallway.
He felt the lingering prick in his head. He kept his thoughts about his mistake flooding them into every corner of his mind and then about Class. He turned the corner and felt the prick go away. He would have to find a way to get to this Nefara girl. She was his next target. He would need a gun for tonight. Tranquilizer of course. It would not satisfy his hunger if he did it any other way. He looked behind him and went off.

Lauren looked up seeing the second clash into the same man. This guy though she never seen. But a lot of people walk into this school. She shrugged and opened her laptop and began to write her essay.

[Cara]

(oh, just a note, they don't have to show fangs... >.< and I'm just a little bit confused... -_-
Was the "prick" mentioned Aleron trying to get into Dexter's head and use Complusion or something? Or was it more physical than that? A little elaboration would help, sorry!)

Aleron glanced at the man, his eye narrowed. He was strong enough to notice the faint hints that lingered in the air. That man smelled of death; it took one to know one. But it wasn't the vampiric type of death.
He'd been careless in getting so distracted by the sketchbook. It was too dangerous, or at least too risky. He was strong; strong enough to keep other vampires in his territory in check, and keep the hunters from noticing, but things were getting tricky. Perhaps he'd stayed here too long?
Aleron sighed. He would have to act, and fast. He'd find Nefara tonight and deal with her, then flee. He had a feeling that more than that Cecelia girl was after him... And Nefara. The more he thought about her, the more he knew that he wouldn't be able to kill her. He knew now where he recognized her, and it struck him to his very soul. Should he actually fulfill his promise that he'd let die years ago? Could he? He remembered what Elvira had said: She was born from darkness. Darkness calls to darkness; they will come for her eventually and she will need protecting...

Nefara dropped into her seat. Her teacher gave her a look. "Late, Miss.Darrens..." he chastised, but she could only nod.
"Sorry...sir..." she said, out of breath. Her heart thudded away in her chest. She'd just ran into Aleron, the vampire from her dreams... He was real! She couldn't get his face, his eyes out of her head. They bored into her like coals, memorizing and beautiful. At least Aleron wasn't the vampire that one needed to worry about. His face seemed so familiar, besides out of her dreams. Like she knew him long ago... She was taken from her reverie was the teacher scolded her. Today would be a long day.

[Darkness Song]

(Well being powerful he can sense things right? I was going into more mind powers. Reading minds etc. Dexter controlled his emotions for that purpose. That is the prick it is not much for a human to really notice but enough. Like in the books of Amelia Atwater Rhodes. They faught both mentally and physically.)

Dexter drove fast. He needed to get into the department soon. The day might be long but planning was all he was thinking about. His angle of attack and everything. Maybe he would find this Nefara, whoever he was. (He cause he doesn't know their gender) He walked in the front door and made his way to his own desk. His own space. He logged onto the computer and typed up the name. Her name and liscence shot up. He looked it over. He clicked on her school and typed it in getting her room number. He shut down. Time to prepare for the kill.
He walked downstairs to the Armory. Vlonda was there today. "Hey there Vlonda..." She smiled and he smirked. She was Puerto Rican.
"Hey there Dex. What can I get you?" She smiled.
"Got anything that can get a possum or three?" He smiled. "Just to knock them out, nothing more. Maybe one that can shoot several at once if you can." He smiled.
"One second." She went into the back. Soon comming out with a small Tranquilizer Pistol and ten darts. "This should do the trick." She handed it to him and he signed. "Thanks 'Londa"
She smiled. "Hope you get them. They are really nasty."
He waved goodbye and walked out. He put it in his bag and walked quickly. He needed to gethome. To rest and prepare. Vampires were the harder prey. Always have been, and always will be.

Lauren closed her computer and rubbed her now sore wrists. Seven typed, singlespaced, and 12 sized font pages to her essay. It was all good now. She smiled, looking around. The cafeteria was empty. All of them in their early morning classes. She looked at her watch. Today was not her early class but tomorrow was. She had class though in a few minutes. She packed her things and walked out of the cafeteria and down the hallway. It was really quiet and empty. She looked around. It was a bit strange. But she kept going counting the door numbers. She turned around and saw him... THe guy, the guy from her dreams. He was there! He was walking around the corner behind her. The murderer. She picked up her pace and counted doors. 117, 118... 119... 120... Only two more... 121... 122... She opened the door and bolted inside. A few kids were already there working on their papers for english but this was a simple Partiipation in Government section. She sighed. Hopefully he would not enter... She looked around and found a seat and sat.

[Galadas]

(a lot to catch up on. for one day at least O:)

Chris had no idea what to do, his mind said it was dangerous, but his feet followed the other vampire outside. The first time in a lot of years that he was noticed by an other one of his kind, there weren't so many probably. He stared at his feet when he stepped of the train, which he had paid for with all his money left. How did "Carden" Know off his trouble. He felt more confused than he had been all his life. He did not dare to say a word.

Cecelia wandered around in the park, she had skipped some lessons, but it was all for the good cause; The Vampire. She waited for her "friend" to pick her up, or at least talk to her.
"Cecelia?" A young man stepped up to her, and his voice sounded familiar. "Good, ya here, tell me, who we after?"
She explained each little detail to him, not knowing his name, but sure of the fact he would be after her, and that she needed him to find out more, until they could kill the bastard together.
"Easy though, this Vamp hasn't really been trying to be invisible. I'll find out about him, ya just get back and take lessons, we'll meat tonight." He said.
"Uhm, no. Not tonight." She smiled softly. "I have a party tonight."
He shook his head. "Come after, here." He walked away again, without even introducing himself after such a long time no see. She couldn't remember his name, or where she knew him from. Her phone, or actually her dads phone, only showed the cities and towns the other Kriivada were in.

[Cara]

(Hey, Galadas, who is the murderer you're referrring to? Aleron??
Sorry, another pretty long post -_- )

They walked out of the subway. It was much brighter than before. Chris saw Carden frown, his eyes glinting in the light. Carden looked back at Chris. "I guess for a while we'll have to stay down here... It’s too bright out," he said, sighing.” Let us take a little walk, shall we?" he said, his eyes mischievous. They made their way into the tunnels, leaving behind the people and the light.
"Um, isn't this... dangerous?" Chris said, looking at the tracks.
Carden laughed. "Dangerous? Embrace danger... Oh, are you worried about the train?" Carden frowned. "Do you even know what you are, what you are capable of, my friend?"


Aleron flew back to his secluded house. It was a good ways off campus. He circled and landed. It wasn't until he was inside the darkness of his room that he felt the sharp pain. He looked back down. When he bumped into that girl and into that other man, his skin had become too exposed; the sunlight had started to burn him. He had been so caught up that he hadn't even noticed! He barred his teeth, as he felt the cool sensation of healing sweep across his skin. That was too close.
Going to his desk, he opened up Nefara's sketchbook. It was practically full. These were all real though; all events that happened in the past. He could feel an aura around the pages, her aura. Elvira had been right... He closed his eyes remembering that day.

Aleron looked at the squalling child in his arms, as a beautiful-looking woman handed it to him. "She’s beautiful… I can’t even believe any of this is possible."
"Her name is Nefara," Elvira said, "I want you to take her."
Aleron looked at Elvira as if she’d just slapped him. “What do you expect me to do with her, Elvira? She’s a HUMAN!"
“She was born from darkness. Darkness calls to darkness; they will come for her eventually and she will need protecting... It’s a calling. I want you to protect her, to care for her. I don’t have that power anymore.”
“That’s ironic. Sure I have the ability to protect her from other vampires...and Kriivida, but what about from herself? And besides, I’m just the perfect role model!” Aleron said, with a cruel, sarcastic laugh. Elvira flinched. “Listen, Elvira, why would I want your daughter? She is your daughter after all…” He paused. “How could you? How could you leave? Was life that cruel?”
Elvira's eyes were sad. "You of all people should know why! I longed for the sun to embrace me once again, not scorn me. I longed to breathe and feel the air fill me. I wished to experience life."
“But why would you leave? Why didn’t you bring me with you?” he asked, his eyes filled with pain. “Humanity means as much to me as it would for you! Why, after all these years would you choose now to change back?”
“It wasn’t that easy… For so long I didn’t know there was a way back from the dark!” Elvira snapped. “I still feel its ties, the pulling back into the shadow; and because of my daughter. She’s alive because I am alive; I am living, breathing. Don’t resent me or her for any wrongs I have done, Aleron.”
Aleron glared at Elvira. “You won’t even stay, I presume? You’ll go back to the world of humans and leave; I’ll never see you again and within a few decades, you’ll wither and die like all humans…” Aleron said, his eyes afire. “Give the child away, I wish never to see you or her ever again!” he said, as he shapeshifted before her eyes. He gave a cry of horrible loss and sorrow, but also anger, then he flew off into the night.


Nefara made her way through her classes, one by one. The day was almost over, and she was still alive. As she walked into her final class of the day: art, she reached into her bag for her sketch book.
"That's weird...," she started, then paused, remembering earlier today. Aleron...he must have it! Aleron would see himself in the book! He would know! She sat there, petrified. She had to get back to her room! It was the only safe haven from vampires (information that she knew from her dreams. They couldn’t enter your own home uninvited). She'd cut class, something she never did. Silently slipping out the back door, she started to sprint through the campus.


Aleron looked outside. Finally the sun was low enough in the sky that he didn't need to worry about injury. Getting up, he changed into his more usual style before jumping out his window and into the night. He knew what he had to do.
He made his way to Nefara's apartment, having drawn up her address from the books. Perching over the top of the door, he waited. It didn't take long. There weren’t too many people out and about (he had checked). He saw her running, as fast as she had earlier. Her raven hair was flying behind her in a wild frenzy. Just as she reached the stairs, he dropped from his perch and landed before her, changing from her crow form (something he never did in front of humans). She gave a scream, backing away.
"Nefara, please, stay calm..." Aleron started as Nefara backed away. He grabbed her wrist, as she was about to bolt. He felt the bone break. Damn it! Humans were always too fragile. Nefara started to cry. Aleron felt her aura lash out at his, which he was surprised about. Elvira had known more about her daughter than she'd let on!
“Please! Let me go!” Nefara cried.
He quickly put a hand over her mouth, as he held her wrists together. "Nefara, I'm not going to hurt you! I need to... to talk with you—now. If I let you go, will you promise not to run or scream?" If you do, I will just catch you again anyway... he told her mentally. She nodded. He released her.
Nefara watched as he easily healed her broken wrist. "I'm sorry about that,” Aleron murmured, “You should know what I am not...used to humans. There should be no need for introduction. You know who I am, but I'll pronounce myself properly to confirm your thoughts," he said with a smile. "I am Aleron Marcus, son of David..." He paused, thinking. "And you might not know, but I know more about you, than you probably know about yourself." Nefara seemed to have calmed down now, her face showing more curiosity than fear.
"Really?" she asked, frowning.
"I knew your mother. There's much to explain. Not here though. Please, invite me in," Aleron said, nodding to the door.
"Oh... Um," she seemed to be thinking.
"If I wanted to harm you, I could do it now, you'd be under my control, but I don't wish it."
"Very well. Would you come in?" she said, stepping aside. Aleron nodded, and the two entered her apartment.

[Darkness Song]

Dexter looked at the sheet. Nefara Warrens... Room 413. He looked at the floor level on the stairs. Level 4. He paused at the door. The usual stairways were never used. This would be his escape. He waited and then heard a scream. He opened the door and listened. He needed some luck... Luck was always with him on The Night. Why is it not with him tonight. He paused and then heard some murmering. He walked down the hall and saw someone enter the room. He saw Nefara enter too. He nearly cursed. But he kept cool. He backed away and opened up a janitor closet. He waited already knowing the rush of girls were about to pass. It was the Women's Dorm building. Any guy there was either seen as a rapist or a creeper. Too many witnesses. but he felt the laughter inside him. He needed to kill. Tonight was the night. He felt it lurking within. If not this one. Then who to satisfy his delicate taste of human killing. Who better to satisfy then a vampire's.

Lauren sighed. Classes were over. She had always a class less then Nefara. She never really took that many classes. She walked down the hall and saw the group of cheerleaders walking. They all glanced at her like a dozen vipers. She walked on the other side of the hall and went down. She looked at the door. Room 413... She took her key and dropped it, then fumbled with them picking them up.

[Cara]

(wait, so is Dexter a vampire hunter or a serial killer? Or a mix of both? I'm just a tab bit confused. -_-)

Aleron looked around the room. It was fairly large for someone who was only a sophomore in college. There was her bed to the left and her roommate's bed to the right. It was set up as usual, except there was a mini-fridge, microwave and stove top to the back, besides the too-small bathroom. Nefara made her way to the window, and closed the blinds. Aleron smiled. She knew he wanted them closed, of course she knew.
Nefara sat on her bed, her hands, clenching the quilt. She took a breath to speak, but Aleron cut her off. "Shhh. Your roommate is here. Send her away. Quickly."
Nefara jumped up. "What?"
"Now!"
Nefara opened the door. "Hey Lauren!"
Lauren smiled. "Long time no see?"
"Yea... Um, I'm pretty busy right now... Er, could you come back later?"
"What?" Lauren asked. "I live here too, you know," she said, as she moved to step in. Nefara stepped in front, blocking her path. "Nefara! Stop fooling around, let me in!" Lauren's eyes widened as Aleron appeared behind Nefara's back.
"Lauren, you will leave for the next few hours. You need to finish your work at the library. You never saw me, and you never had this confrontation..." Aleron said. Lauren's face was blank, as the compulsion set in.
"Hey, sorry to disappoint you, Nefara. I know we were going to meet, but it turns out that I have to study. I'll meet you later. I'm going to the library. Ok with you?" Lauren asked.
Nefara's face was white, but she managed to smile. "Yea, I'll see you around."
As soon as Lauren had left, Nefara turned on Aleron. "What was that?!"
Aleron smirked. "Just a little parlor trick. Don't worry. She doesn't remember anything. She'll meet you later."
Nefara sighed, "Alright. I don't want you hurting her, as she wasn't in our... agreement."
"I would never", Aleron said. "You should know that I haven't taken a human life for my own means in over two hundred years, but you probably know that though. Before I even start, here is your sketchbook," Aleron said, handing it back to her. "You are a talented artist... Like your mother. How did you come to draw these?"
"Through visions and dreams. I've had them since I was young, but I've been able to control them more. Or at least make them clearer."
Aleron looked troubled. "Don't show that book to anyone. Ever. Destory whatever things you've done."
"What!"
"Information like that is too valuable. You are too valuable. If a Kriivida got their hands on your abilities..." Aleron sucked in a breath. "They'd know...too much for their own good. You're in more danger than you think right now. Your mother predicted that this would happen."
"I want to know about my mother. You said you could tell me."
"That I can, but I'm not sure if you're ready to know, but circumstances might force me to tell you soon enough." Aleron paused, rubbing his palms together. "I'll tell you some things...Her name was Elvira, or Vira... she was an artist and a writer. She grew up in Salem, Massachusetts..."
"Is she alive?"
Pain flickered across Aleron's face. "No."

[Galadas]

(im not referring to any murderer :s?)

"I know a bit." Chris answered him, although Carden's question sounded more like a statement. He closed himself deeper up in his coat, he wanted to show that he wasn't all that young and unknowing. Within a second he was standing far in front of Carden, with a big smile on his face, one that surprised him the most. He walked back, faster than normal people could, and stood in front of the Vampire he just met. He saw him frowning. "What more can I... do?"

"Party! Party!" Scarlet yelled right in Cecelia's ear when she entered their room.
Cecelia opened her eyes, being very tired from last night. "Already?"
Her room mate shook her head. "Of course not, but we have to be on time right?"
"Lets be different, lets come too late!"
"Boring, Ce! We'll be on time. By the way, you know that girl Nefara?" Scarlet sat down next to Cecelia on her bed.
"I guess so." Cecelia sat up, not curious at all.
Scarlet started to laugh, rather because of what she was going to tell. "She has a boy in her room. He's sooo cute! He has this dark hair, straight, and he's soo handsome."
Cecelia nodded. "Understood..."
The Roommate cut her off. "... and his skin is very light, and he... rrr."
Cecelia's eyes opened wider. "Light? As in... very, very pale?"
"Like he has never seen a sun. And he was such a gentlemen, waiting on her to invite him in." She laughed again, and then saw Cecelia speeding out of the room.
"Where she live?!"
"Uhm, room 413, i think. But, Ce!? Where you going!?"
There was no answer. The blade was also gone from it's original place.

[Cara]

Caren pursed his lips. "How old are you?"
"I don't know..." Chris said.
"Give me references to your former life. Clothing, style, language, events..."
"I don't know..." Chris said, again. Caden's frown deepened.
"Who was your sire? Can you tell me that?"
Chris shook his head. "I don't know when I was changed, who changed me or when I was exactly changed, because I never knew I was a vampire until... well until I killed someone..." Chris said, looking down.
Carden looked at Chris. "Tell me. Do you enjoy killing? Do you like to take when you want and as your please?"
Chris averted his eyes, uncomfortable. "Not really. I have tried to avoid it as much as possible."
"Ah, but my friend, you need not squirm in the morality of such decisions! It is nature's way!" Carden exclaimed. "You are as weak as your prey, when you allow yourself such thoughts. You were give a great gift. What scruples do you have against your nature?" Carden asked.
Chris sighed. "I don't know. It's wrong to take a life of--"
"That is where you go wrong..." Carden interrupted. "When you were human, did you ever pause when you were served up some sort of animal on your plate? Did you ever wonder if eating it would take a life?"
"Um, not really, but--"
"But what? You never thought about it, or much. Why is it any different? Before you had fowl, cattle and other such resources to choose from. Now it's humans; inferior beings who are at fault for killing each other. Your first step is to accept and welcome what you are... As I said, you will never be anything better than a human if you don't do this. You'll be weak; prey. Some Kriivida will come and pick you off..." Carden said, his tone dark.
Chris nodded. It made sense... "Kriivida?"
"You don't know who the Kriivida are? How long have you existed and not known? Not too long. Maybe a few decades? You don't smell that old. Nor are you extremely powerful, something that comes with age..." Carden mused. "Kriivida are hunters, in short. Vampire hunters. They have the weapons and the magic to intricate a vampire from existence. One of the only things, besides the sun itself, that can kill us."
Carden suddenly fell quiet. Chris turned to look where he was peering into the darkness. Then Chris felt it. The ground was trembling. A light flared through the dark, as a quickly approaching train sped towards him.
"Carden!" Chris said, panicked. But Carden had vanished in that split second. Then the train hit. (mind if I take over for a second, Galadas? >.<)
Chris never really felt pain like this. Yet apart of it wasn't there. He felt bones break, and flesh tear. Then a wave of pain swept through his body. He was thrown aside, hitting a pillar supporting the tunnel. He gasped, spitting blood, but he was alive!
Chris looked himself over, assessing the injuries. Although he was in severe pain, his mind was able to stay weirdly focused. It was still hard to concentrate though. He had broken his spine in at least three places, shattered his left arm and leg, cracked his skull and broken half his fingers. He was a bloody mess.
Chris looked up to see Carden standing there smiling. "Why didn't you warn me!" Chris snapped, as he felt his body start to heal.
Carden shrugged. "I wanted to see how fast you could really move. Apparently not fast enough. You panicked, like a human, but fortunately for you, you won't meet a human's fate. As you probably already know, you are healing. You will be... hungry after you are done. Healing takes a lot out of you, especially to your extent. I also observe what you would do. If you are to live out a century, we have a lot of practice. That is if you'll let me help..." Carden said, reaching out a hand.

[Darkness Song]

(He is completely human, Not even a true Kriivida, but a little in where he has a slight taste of magic but that is more of his Luck on Those Nights. He is a psychopathic killer who has his own ritual of killing. He slaughters many people who deserve it so in truth. He is the evil that kills other evil. A monster amoung other monsters. A backstabber.)

Dexter listened and heard that girl gasp. He walked out and looked to see her just walking away in a trance. He could sense it. Taste it... Feel the aura of the demon upon her. At least she was not harmed. He would have to drag her body to the Clean Room so he can show it to the Demon and show him his price for killing. He looked at her and she just walked in trance. He looked at the clock and listened to the rush of people leaving their last period classes. He looked outside and saw them all moving out of the central building. He would have to make his move now or else he might not even have one. He checked his tranquilizer. It was loaded. Ten shots. He would have to use them all to bring a vampire down to a human level of slowness and clumsyness. Then he would use his syringe. He pulled that out and took out a load of the liquid in the cup with it. He tapped it off and waited. He looked out. He needed luck. He looked at the floor outside the door. Luck was already there. The keys! He walked up causiously and picked them up slowly and slowly inserted them. He made not a single sound or jingle. Now it was to twist, burst in and made contact with the vampire shooting him several times as fast as possible and when he rushed he would use the syringe in the close quarters to knock him out permantently. Hopefully Nefara was still alive... If not. Tragic...

Lauren made it down the hallway. She was going to the Library. How silly to forget to do study for... for... for... She stopped. Why was she even going there? There was no tests... Were there? She opened her planner and checked. Nothing for the next month. And those tests are about chapters she would not cover until then. But her feet kept moving to the library. Why she did it she had no clue but about half way there she stopped. It made no sense to go there. Besides everyone was just leaving class. She turned around to go back.

[Cara]

Nefara's mind was whirling. How could she trust this vampire? But she had to, right? There was some connection. He'd known her mother! How? She had so many questions! It was hard to think that he was even real. It was like having a Greek god in her apartment.
Suddenly, he grabbed her, and threw her to the ground, putting his body in front of her's, just as a strange-looking man jumped through the door. Nefara screamed, as Aleron whipped around, teeth barred. Scrambing back, she watched as the man fired off a round of shots.

Aleron was so quick; just a blurr of shadow, but three still managed to hit him.
He struck out with his mind, but who ever the man was, he knew how to put up decent blocks. Aleron felt pain shoot through his body, but little mattered. He ripped the tranquilizers away from his chest.
This man would pay...

[Darkness Song]

Dexter Flew to the side he sensed a blow flying towards him. he reacted faster then ever hearing the Passenger calling for the leach. He felt the thrill it was better then anything. He pulled up his gun again, four shots went off, he saw three hit. They would slow him down just a bit, but not enough. He saw the Vampire lunge towards him pouncing off the wall. He fired again hitting twice in the leg and missing once. He fell to the ground and luckily was barely hit by the Vampire, but the ground was no benefit. He spun around and fired the other four off. Only one hit. He felt a blow and flew back but quickly got up. He felt a prick in his head and then a full blow against it. he felt his mind being squished. He fell to the ground. The vampire approached. He stopped squirming and stayed calm. It was fate.... I guess it was. If the so called gods did not want him alive this would be his end. He waited and then suddenly he felt his own passenger lift the barricades off. He rushed out and pulled out the syringe. He heard people starting to come up the elevators. He planned an escape route in the back of his mind but this is one fight he would not leave.

Lauren walked quickly down the hall and grabbed her key, wait... they were missing. She looked in her pockets. Damn it! Well at least Nefara was there.

[Cara]

Aleron felt the drugs spread. Most drugs and stuff don't have any effect on vampires, but this must be specially made. He could feel the magic within the serum. It was Kriivida-made... But this man was no Kriivida...? Aleron hissed. There was too many witnesses, too many problems. He knew Lauren had returned. He was weak, weaker than usual. Complusion was one of the abilities that was strengthened by human blood, and he hadn't had that in two centuries. He had to flee, for his safety, for Nefara's, and for the risk of discovery. He didn't even have to look to know that the sun had set low enough... He made eye contact with Nefara, sending her an apologetic look. Meet me as soon as possible. East campus. Tonight. By the old church, he said to her. I'm sorry...

Nefara had scrambled backwards against the wall, near the window. Aleron, with a thought and a twist of his aura, shattered the glass, and lifted the blinds. In an instant, he had jumped out the third story window. Nefara shouted, as she looked out to see a large black bird flying off.
Nefara reached down and grabbed the baseball bat she always kept by her bedside.
Taking a breath she lifted the bat out it's hiding spot, and swung at the hunter, all the while shouting. "Rapist! Theif! Help!" she screamed, knowing that there was enough people to hear her pleas for help to come running...

[Darkness Song]

Dexter Slipped the syringe into her arm and injected her slightly enough to knock her out and erase the memory. It was enough and he sprinted off down the hall and took the stairs. He ran down them and sat at the basement level. He shouted "Funk!" He cursed aloud and slammed his fist against the wall. The luck of The Night was against him. Well at least he lived. He walked out the custodian door and walked to his car. It was time he found new prey. Or else he might kill an innocent.
He felt the steering wheel and drove off. His car was a half a mile away from the school. Hidden and the Vampire would have retreated far away from him. Hopefully... He drove down the streets and soon arrived at his destination. It was a murder rapist. This man had been on trail and got off because of a damn typo. Justice was bout to find a new way into his life. Or whatever was left of it. Dexter took a measured amount of his drug out of the bottle into the syringe and walked up. He would have to redecorate his cleansing room. But that could wait til he had the guy.
He peered inside seeing the guy and a girl. Great a witness... He waited for a good half hour and saw the guy drugging her drink. He waited five minutes then made his move opening a window and crawling in. She was passed out. The guy was already half naked. Dexter came from behind and slid it into his neck. The guy gave a quick struggle and fell to the ground. He searched the man for his keys and left them for her. She would need to get home anyway. He picked up the two hundred pound man and walked out the door and towards his car. In the woodsy area where this guy lived, no one would notice. Dexter had his kill for tonight. His darkness smirked. He grabbed the wheel after placing his guest in the trunk and drove off towards the warehouse he set up for the vampire.

Lauren ran up and saw Nefara out cold on the floor with a bat. She imediately thought there was a guy but no one was around. She knelt by her and shouted for help.

It was ready. He smiled cleaning his dagger. It was a special dagger for the leach. But this one would do.
The man woke up, he was naked and bound to the table by plastic wrap. Everything around the table was also covered in plastic wrap. For an easy clean up. He started to curse and shout, strugging. The passenger loved every second.
"Why hello, you are awake." He stood over the man. "Do you know why we are here?"
The man spat but it landed back in his face. "The people you killed. Debra Lawson. Moria Labelle. And what was about to be a third. Someone has done some bad things... But you got away from the legal system by a mere typo..." The man suddenly saw the situation. He began to splut appologies.
"There is no need. Justice is being bought." Dexter took the scaple and cut into his right cheek, diagonally from his eye to his jaw bone. Blood spilled out and he took a dropper and a mircoscope slide. He placed it on the slide and covered it. One more trophy. "And now you will pay..." He took the dagger and raised it steadily over the man. He began to scream. He could not concentrate... He took some plastic wrap and stuffed it into his mouth. Peace at last. He slammed the dagger down. THe man coughed up some blood but that was it. He laid still. Dexter felt his passenger soak it all up. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. It felt great... He would be satisfied for the time being. Now to get the evidence. He picked out his Bone saw. He drew neat little marks for reference upon the peices of his body and went to work.

(I love psychopathic killers )

It was five hours of work. Nice clean work. He looked around. All the plastic was gone, the blood clean, and the body in six black garbage bags all weighed down with rocks. He would have to go to his boat and get rid of it. He listened for anything. It was the luck. No one was around. He would be able to live another night. For the time being.
He pulled the bags and burnt them all. He hated to do so but there was no time. Work in the morning and he was already tired. He drove to his boat, got on and shoved off. He picked out the spot he loved. In the cape's bay where the whales actually eat the plankton. It was thick water and the bodies would never be found. He dumped each bag into it and went back home.