Kamora Sanchez lives a life in the shadows. Behind the scene and shrouded in mystery. She was the leader of the death stalkers. The one to keep order around the place. There always had to be a few very highly looked at death stalkers at these events. The death stalkers that she herself chose to keep the execution going smoothly.  It wasnâ€™t as if she hated Lycans or such. It was just a job that she as a the head of it had to carry out. Not that she didnâ€™t enjoy a little. Fighting and death was her middle name. At least it should be.<br/><br/>But public events were not her style either. She would rather linger in the darkness and watch the events commence. She believed in justice but at what coast was the question. She was a hidden weapon, guard, politician, and detective as such she researched into this Lycan that was about to be killed. Making sure that she never set foot on Lycan terrioritory or crossed boundaries. However there was just something that didnâ€™t add up in the evidence that she had. Yes , the Lycan indeed committed a crime but not of his own will. At least from the evidence she found. There some inner gang going on â€¦ a retaliating gang rising against there own leader. Which was despicable. But as Varvenfeld knows there to be a death in order to stop the rising retaliation.<br/><br/>It was neither satisfying nor exciting  for her. What was meant to happen was meant to happen. She peered over the crowd in her hiding spot. Which was a darkened rooftop on the building directly left to Varvenfeld. It was the perfect hiding spot and a good enough spot for her eyes to scan every individual there. She could almost take a note pad and write names down. Vampires tended to have a very good memory therefor she was able to keep a clean record of the name of vampires in the area, and humans. However keeping tabs of Lycans that was a different story. She could hardly keep tabs on them. Though the one Lycan she knew for sure hadnâ€™t showed up yet. The leader of the pack. The alpha , the mistress , and the head of the dogs.<br/><br/>She smiled leave it to her to be fashionably late. Or were they just overly early. Her hand twirled the gun that rested between her fingers. The half-moon gave just enough light that it seemed to illuminate the scene before her eyes. She wished she could see the sun..she dreamed of the fireball in the sky. But if she even stepped in daylight she would become cinder or ash. Not a chance in hell of surviving. That was why she loved the night. It was her heaven if one would call it. She was born a vampire and thus loved what didnâ€™t kill her.<br/><br/>The night air smelt nice, and her cool blue eyes darted once again over the crowd then landed on Sarye. The mistress of the vampires, or the wife of Varvenfeld. Someone she respected but would hardly give her life for. A vampire hardly ever would give their life for anyone other than there self. But she knew Sarye would give her life for Varenfeild and that commitment made her honor the mistress a little more.<br/><br/>Though she herself was not a pet. At least not in the same sense as the created ones are. But she wished she could feel that same need to give her life for someone other than herself. Of course because of her duty it was expected that she would sacrifice herself to save the leaders but in that sense it was different. She meant in the sense of what humans call love. She had never felt that feeling in the sense of a lover. Though in the sense of siblingtry she has. She thought of Varvenfeld as a brother. So she felt she had to protect him and his wife in order to keep her so called sibling safe. The feeling like that was rare among pure bloods. But the feeling of  true love was even greater. That was why she supported Sarye and Vareneldâ€™s relationship.<br/><br/>Her mind snapped back into action as her eyes moved from Sarye. Since they had lingered on the mistress for more than she meant to. It wasnâ€™t jealousy just a kind look she gave the mistress. Trust was the one thing both leaders could put in her. She was and always would be trustworthy. Only telling the truth and nothing but.<br/><br/>She leaned onto the railing in front of her. Staying sorta hidden from the crowd but not completely. She rested her left hand on the railing as she waited for the Alpha for the Lycans.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">.Lucretia Faust found herself standing helplessly in the lab with Kyle. She moved quickly over to a table to just stare at a little remnants of some odd thing that was in a testing tube. Life in a lab well she didnâ€™t expect this nor was she hardly aiming for this life. Being a created they treated her unfairly. She knew no other life than that of this city. She was changed in this city and born in this city. Knowing nothing else. They say this is the safest city for created vampires. But what was she supposed to know. She was trapped here, and surly she would never rise against her own kind. No matter what. It was against her nature. <br/><br/>Though thinking it wasnâ€™t a crime, acting on it surly was. Anyways she enjoyed her time with Kyle. It was somewhat entertaining to her. But in a more he was attractive only if he didnâ€™t open his mouth. However she didnâ€™t mind. In fact Kyle was one of the few people she could have a very geeky conversation with. They were friends in a very light manner of speaking. He seemed slightly different than most vampires to her. But she couldnâ€™t point a finger at why he did. <br/><br/>However she had made another lightly called friend Aria Capitolia. The other pure blood in the technical arms section. But these were the kindest pure-bloods to her. However Ariaâ€™s body guard desmond seemed to be a harsh man. A created who was far older than she was. They seemed to be a small family in this technical arms lab. Not a very strong family. But a very smart family if any.<br/><br/>Lucretia felt a small bit of warmth for being down in this lab. Even on today when she knew there was some sort of event going on above ground. As she would say. They were working  hard down here in the dumps of the vampire turf to make some uber useful weapon. There sleeping schedule seeming to be all fucked up because of the fact that they hardly saw the sun. <br/><br/>Her use to be light brown hair seemed to darken to a sheak auburn color. It worked however with her bright blue eyes. She turned to go and lean herself against a wall and await for Kyle or aria to bark an order. Maybe even desmond would make an appearance. She heaved another sigh. <br/></span>