"Remember, Ana, this is important. The Elders won't be understanding if this fails."<br/><br/>Pale skin, flaxen hair, unnaturally piercing gray eyes. The two century old female vampire, as young and as beautiful as on her twentieth birthday, nodded in acknowledgment. She knew very well what was at stake. The House of Belleme would receive much needed glory and attention from other vampire houses that ruled the city, should she and her companions succeed tonight. Her mission was very straightforward; walk into a seemingly empty storage house and kill everyone inside.<br/><br/>Anastasia Belleme was one of the younger vampires of her house, responsible for fighting back lycans in the city where an age old conflict between the two races persisted. Humans had little choice but to accept that these creatures existed and fought over the land they had inhabited once as the most powerful race. To vampires they were potential new members of houses, food or slaves for fun. Anastasia usually treated them as blood bags, feeding herself when the hunger grew too powerful to resist.<br/><br/>Carrying the emblem of her house, a brooch with a scarlett red flower on it, she was dismissed by an older member of the house, her sire to be more precise. Jonathan Belleme was close to becoming an elder vampire, age visible on his pale skin, and enjoyed great respect from Anastasia and other younger vampires. "Do not forget your place when in battle." Jonathan called out to her before she stepped out of the main hall of the massive estate her house held headquarters at. Defenses were currently poor, hence why they were acting particularly aggressive, in order to paint a confident facade. However, the last battle against werewolves had been devastating for their house and the glorious mansion they lived in.<br/><br/>"Thyme?" She asked, causing the invisible vampire walking on her side to become visible.<br/><br/>"Awh, you're so sharp!" The young man complained, rubbing his neck. "Are you confident about tonight? Think there'll even be any werewolves at that storage house?"<br/><br/>The blonde smirked, her eyes glowing at the thought of tearing apart little mutts. "Of course. Our scouts are never wrong about these things. Besides, you can never mistake that awful stench of wet dogs for anything else. I'm sure we have plenty against us, so be on your guard. Save your skill for later on, it just might save lives tonight."<br/><br/>Thyme nodded as they walked out of the mansion, gathering together with several other younger vampires who had been assigned for the mission. Young vampires were more prone to be aggressive due to not lacking control over their inner beasts. Anastasia estimated she was the eldest of the group and hoped she could bring back at least a couple of the youngest ones who were so thrilled to draw blood that they were shaking from head to toe from excitement. "Listen up." She spoke. "Do not take this battle lightly. We don't have accurate information about their numbers. As far as we know, we could be against an entire pack, which would undoubtedly be bad for us." The younglings nodded, listening with enthusiasm. "Use your skills sparingly. Do not let them tire you out. A dead vampire is a vampire that underestimates a mutt."<br/><br/>With her words of warning spoken, she allowed her younglings to travel to the location and wait for her arrival and sign before barging in. She waited for Thyme to be ready and then headed out with him, slipping through the shadows of the city, at times walking in the masses of humans who were still out on a Friday night, trying to ignore the misfortune that had fallen upon their race. In about ten minutes, they arrived to the quiet side of the city, where she sensed her younglings were hiding in the shadows. Turning to Thyme, she nodded towards a storage house. The door was cracked and light was shining from inside. "Can you smell that? Dogs. Lots of them." She whispered to him.