<span style="color: #408040">             Rain pattered against the window next to Hroldar as he sat in a wooden chair. <span style="font-style: italic">Another rainy day,</span> he thought solemnly to himself. For these past few weeks, it seemed to rain a lot, almost trying to remind him of the many losses he faced, for it was also upon a rainy night such as this, only a month ago, where his friend was found dead the next morning, chest riddled with silver bullets. And was only a few days afterward that Hroldar's fiancee faced the same fate. It seemed like, with the gang and assassin activity growing on the streets due to the war, no one was safe to walk the once-safe streets alone anymore.<br/>             "Damn war," He unintentionally blurted.<br/>           Emaelia, one of his first pack-mates, female beta, and best female friend, shot him a sympathetic look. Besides his late fiancee, she was also the only female that knew him so well, for she knew instantly the source of his outburst.<br/>             Placing a lock of her charcoal, wavy hair behind her ear, she opened her mouth as to say something to Hroldar, when Kevin, one of the newer and younger recruits, came in, soaked from head to toe, and half out of breath.<br/>          "Brother [the new recruits were not allowed to call higher-ranked pack brothers and sisters by their names, but rather by titles such as Brother and Sister], it...it is G-Geroth," Kevin said between breaths.<br/>         "What is it, Kid [name of endearment, rather than a name of degradation, to the younger and closer members of the pack]?" Hroldar knew the answer, but was afraid to admit it. Geroth was the youngest member of their pack, only a mere age of 14 years-old. Guilt gripped his heart as a recent memory came to mind. In fact, it only happened a few days ago.<br/> <br/> <span style="font-style: italic">Why can't I fight with you guys?" Geroth asked, blushed with frustration.<br/>             "Because," Hroldar replied calmly, as he tried to hold back his anger at Geroth's insolence, "you are fourteen and therefore too young to fight. That is why you're being trained, Kid."<br/>            "But I am a brother just like anyone else. I mean look at Sissy over there," Geroth said, pointing to a fragile-looking chocolate brown girl with large innocent brown eyes, her long braided black hair tight tightly back, "She's, what, eighteen? And she's a SISTER. I am a BROTHER so why in the HELL can I not fight with you?! I mean just LOOK AT HER!! She couldn't hardly hurt a FLY!!" Shooting Geroth a hurt and embarrassed look, Sissy made a quick exit through the nearest door.<br/>         "Sissy is actually an AMAZING fighter, despite her small size," Hroldar retorted. "Now I'm not changing my mind-" He said. However, he was abruptly silenced by a knife [which all members were required to carry for protection] to his throat. "I wouldn't do that if i were you," Hroldar said, staring into the flaming golden eyes of Geroth.<br/>          "I AM strong enough to fight," Geroth retorted, through clenched teeth.<br/>          "Oh yeah?" Hroldar whispered, his voice dripping with quiet intimidation and challenge. Then he did something the young arrogant Geroth did not expect. Taking hold of Geroth's wrist of the hand which carried the knife, he wrenched that arm behind Geroth's head far enough to hurt him and loosen his grip on the knife, but carefully enough not to rip his muscle or cut his neck with the knife while it was in Geroth's grasp. Then, with the other hand, Hroldar wrenched the knife from Geroth's weakened grasp. Pocketing the knife and still wrenching Geroth's arm carefully behind his back, Hroldar then used that arm to spin the child about-face and gave him a rough push to the floor.<br/>          "Go to your room," Hroldar ordered as he sat back down in his chair, his patience at an end. "NOW."<br/>         Angrily, yet obediently, Geroth picked himself off the ground, and then, shooting Hroldar a betrayed look, stormed off to his room.</span><br/>             "He...he was walking the streets alone when i found him," Kevin replied, breaking Hroldar out of his moment of flashback. "He seemed like he was in a hurry. I-I didn't think anything of it, but I asked him where he was going, just for the hell of it...and...he-he told me..."<br/>         "Well?" Hroldar prodded, impatiently, yet fearfully.<br/>           Sighing with exasperation, Kevin continued, "He told me he was going to prove himself. He was going to slaughter some vampires. Tonight. And then he ran off. I tried and tried to convince him not to go, but he did anyway. And you know how fast he is. I tried to catch up with him, but I couldn't get there fast enough..." Kevin trailed off, clearly too emotional to go on. Hroldar prodded once again however.<br/>         Tears welling in his eyes, Kevin continued on once more, "When i got there, I found him in his lycan form...and...surrounding him were...the Nightwalkers. I tried to intervene, but I was knocked out by one of the gang members who jumped down from the tree behind me...When I woke, I found him...oh, Brother you're not going to like this." <br/>        "Go on please," Hroldar prodded again, tears beginning to well in his own eyes.<br/>       "I found him lying there in a pool of <span style="font-style: italic">blood</span>, hundreds of bullet wounds in him, and-and his throat. Oh God...it was ripped open horribly."<br/>           "Oh God," Hroldar muttered in shock, the pain and guilt of this situation hitting him full-force.<br/>        Still standing in the door way, torn by extreme grief, Kevin let it all out. He got down on his knees, wrapping his hands around his ears, as one does when they are in extreme terror or grief.<br/>         "Oh God, I'm so sorry, Brother!" he screamed from pure agony and guilt. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." Kevin whimpered repeatedly to himself, rocking back and forth, still on his knees and his hands still over his ears.<br/>           "Come here, Kid," Hroldar commanded Kevin gently, tears streaming down his own face. He reluctantly obeyed, walking over to Hroldar, his head down and jet black hair hanging in his tan face. "Sit," Hroldar ordered once more. Kevin obediently kneeled before him. Gently taking Kevin's face in both of his hands, Hroldar said, "Listen, it's not your fault. You did all you could, risking your life for him."<br/>           "But I loved him," Kevin whimpered sadly.<br/>            "Shh, shh, I know you did. We all did. And you proved your love and loyalty to your brother much better than I could ever do. Don't-don't blame yourself. It was I that made him go. If I only let him fight with us, the poor child would still be alive."<br/>          "I'll kill them," Kevin whispered through gritted teeth, breaking eye contact with Hroldar for a moment.<br/>            "No, I couldn't stand to lose another brother. We don't go anywhere alone. Just remember that, Kid. Not ANYWHERE. If we kill the Nightwalkers, we kill them together. Now go to your room, and try to get some sleep tonight. Please. I should be the one to worry about this." Then, kissing his brother on the forehead, they bid each other goodnight, and Kevin departed to his room. With orders from Hroldar to go comfort Kevin, Emaelia left the room as well.<br/>            With the other pack members now in their rooms, Hroldar was left with his thoughts. There he sat, with hot, salty, bitter tears streaming down his face, and a heart burning with revenge...</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"> Nice, cool rain trickled down the middle of Hunter's face as he took his late-night walk. After dealing with that little pest of a werewolf, he was surprisingly famished. During his walk, he ventured on through a nearby park, when he suddenly smelled the sweet scent of human blood. Instantly, his heart raced with desire. However, no matter where he looked, he could not find the source of this scent...that is until he came to a tree across from a bench. Low and behold, sitting upon the bench was the source of the scent. A tan girl who carried a slightly darker complexion than him, puffy auburn hair (probably dyed), a black low-cut tank top that tied around the back of her neck, and dark blue shorts that barely reached her upper thigh. But it was her face that captivated him the most. That perfect long nose, the full lips, high cheekbones, and her exotic face. He loved when his victims where beautiful. It made the chase all the more worth while<br/>        To arouse her attention, he intentionally rustled the bush next to the tree he was hiding behind. Instantly, the girl was on her feet, shifting her eyes from side-to-side fearfully. Apparently she knew how dangerous it was to be on the streets alone at night what with this war and all the deaths (especially of all the humans), and yet there she was alone in the park. At night.<br/>         He rustled the bush again, a little louder this time. That was enough to bring her to her senses. Like a smart person, she speed-walked away from the bench. However, she was little too late with leaving that spot, for immediately Hunter came out from behind the tree and followed her trail, walking slowly and confidently as a predator does to its prey just before it attacks. To his surprise and satisfaction, she must have heard his foot steps, for she immediately quickened her pace. <span style="font-style: italic">The hunt is on.],</span> he though to himself as he too quickened his pace only slightly. <br/>          In pure curiosity, she looked over her shoulder, and soon came in eye-contact with her predator. He sensed her pulse quicken with fear as her eyes fell on his face. Instantly she turned away and broke into a run. However, she because she only carried the speed of a mere human, her escape was short-lived, for, within seconds, Hunter caught up with her and seized her. Taking hold of his prey's arms in an iron grip, he pulled her to him, leaned his head down to her neck, and sucked the life from her...literally.  <span style="font-style: italic">Ugh, well that chase was short-lived,</span> he thought miserably to himself.<br/>                                 .                            .                   .<br/><br/>Walking into his lair (or more like a huge Victorian house of a vampire hunter that they broke into and slaughtered the owner of a few years ago), Hunter caught sight of a very displeasing sight. There, seated on the floor and the couch were his gang minions, just sitting there talking and laughing. However, as their eyes fell upon his face, they all went silent, all looking like deers caught in headlights.<br/>           "What are you guys doing sitting around?!" He asked angrily.<br/>            "Ummm...well...," one of his minions stuttered.<br/>               "Stop trying to search for a fucking excuse! There is no excuse for why you all are sitting on your asses!"<br/>             "But I'm tired and hungry, man," one of his new recruits spoke. "We've been ambushing people all day. I need a break, know what I'm sayin'?"<br/>            "Fuck your break!" Then slamming the recruit up against the wall, Hunter whispered intimidatingly to him, "And call me '<span style="font-style: italic">man</span>' again and I'll snap your neck in five different places. Got it?"<br/>            "Y-yeah, ma-I mean, yes, Master."<br/>           "Good. Oh, and one more thing, you'll get your share of the blood when I say you will. Is <span style="font-style: italic">that</span> clear?"<br/>              "Yes, Master." The recruit locked his bright orange-golden, starved, crazed eyes fearfully with Hunter's dark, confident, charcoal ones as Hunter let go of his collar. The recruit dropped to the floor and picked himself up slowly, suddenly cautious of every move he makes in the sight of his Master.<br/>             "Now go, "Hunter commanded the recruit. "Catch us some breakfast for tomorrow morning." Then he turned to all of the recruits and, in a loud, booming voice, commanded them, "Recruits, all of you, go now and hunt with him. Bring as much prey as you can back with you and kill whoever gets in your way."<br/>            For a moment, they stood there looking like they were confused.<br/>             "Well?? <span style="font-style: italic">Go, you dumb shits!</span>"<br/>               With that, they all ran out the door simultaneously. Still staring at the front door, Hunter stood there, deep in thought, when one of his oldest and most trusted minions, known as the Executor, walked up to him.<br/>              "Well, now what, man?" He asked<br/>             "We kill until every last bit of opposition is destroyed, and until <span style="font-style: italic">we</span> rule the lands," Hunter replied. However, he had no intention of a <span style="font-style: italic">we</span>. <span style="font-style: italic">He</span>, as he truly intended, would be the only ruler here, and everyone else would be his underlings...</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF8000"> Rain assaulted the ground above in relentless torrents. However, housed in his secret underground den, Jeison was safe from the torrents, seated in a wooden chair made of oak with candles burning on a table before him. <br/>             Will finish rest later </span>