<div class="floatleft">(http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bGXDpzugnJo/ULW_gr13PJI/AAAAAAAAPw0/Iic0WmCoGzY/Pedro-2%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Diego Salazar. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10716760#msg10716760)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Katherine's Apartment - Roof of a Building<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A black, long-sleeved shirt and dark-blue denim jeans.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>xSnorkleRainbow, Open<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>It’s literally just up these stairs.</strong><br/><br/>The fledgling was excited, but upon approaching her apartment, Salazar was met with a strange feeling. He stopped at the foot of the stairs and ran his silver eyes over the vicinity. He didn’t like it.<br/><br/><strong>It’s not…nice. Like your place. So just…You better not poke fun or anything.</strong><br/><br/>“Wait a second,” Salazar attempted to order before Katherine seemed to ignore him. He started up the stairs to see her standing before the door of her apartment slightly ajar as though it had been broken into. Common burglary? He hoped so, but the girl hadn’t given him a chance to investigate before she disappeared inside.<br/><br/><em>Damn it,</em>he thought.<br/><br/>The vampire felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. He normally didn’t get that riled up over petty thievery. No; his senses were telling him that something much more dangerous had taken place. He cautiously stepped toward the entrance of her apartment and every step he took closer, he heard what sounded like numerous heartbeats pounding like war drums. A few old flashbacks from a time long ago fired in his brain, and as he stood in the doorway, the perpetrator was made clear. It smelled like wet dog. Werewolves; and they were still there.<br/><br/>Quickly, the detective removed his phone and hitting the speed dial brought it to his ear. He listened to the dials, his own heart beginning to nervously pound. He hadn’t fed. He wasn’t going to be as strong as he’d want to to deal with the situation. Why didn’t she just take his advice and go to The Coven? Why hadn’t he made her? When he heard someone answer, Salazar began: “5401 7th Street-”<br/><br/>A wad of hot drool slapped upon his shoulder, having fallen from above. Slowly, Salazar’s eyes rose to the ceiling and clinging to it with their razor sharp claws were two grey massive forms. The vampire saw nothing but balls of hair and muscled backs. There were two, but if there had been even one, there was always a pack. It was an ambush!<br/><br/>Without a second more wasted, Salazar dove from the doorway a millisecond before the werewolves dropped down. Time seemed to slow down as the vampire’s celerity carried him through the room. The werewolves were just as quick bounding to his left and right, hoping to cut him off as he sprinted for the next room. Salazar tucked his phone away, exchanging it for his silver hunting knife. He passed right through the doorway into the hallway as one werewolf followed and the second ripped through the wall, crashing into its comrade in a poorly improvised attempt to cut the detective off.<br/><br/>Ahead, Salazar saw two figures outlined by the blood pumping through their veins. One had been Katherine, and another had been a werewolf. The detective raised his knife as he snagged the werewolf’s shoulder to stop his momentum. The man was wrenched out of the room, his grip releasing Katherine as he was bent backwards over Salazar’s thigh and his knife stabbed into his throat. His flesh and blood boiled around the silver weapon, the man’s face contorted with shifting bones as his body attempted to transform and failed.<br/><br/>Dropping his form onto his back, the two werewolves he had left behind were charging toward him. Bolting for the room, Salazar snagged Katherine’s bicep despite whether she was trying to recover her breath and hefted her into his arms. The detective went straight for the window, turned his shoulder into it to protect her from the sharp glass as he jumped through. Amidst a cloud of swirling glass shards, the vampire crossed the alley to drop onto a fire escape before he leapt into the air, soaring high enough to make the edge of the roof. Carrying Katherine along, he was stopped when a man sprang onto the roof in front of him wearing a condescending smile. He was an older man with white hair and a beard. He wore an old duster that he might have stolen from a bum based on the condition it was in. Salazar stopped, lowering Katherine to her feet as the two other werewolves jumped onto the roof behind him.<br/><br/>The alpha squinted his eyes, wrinkled his nose, and raised his fingers to his scalp as he began to scratch it in comical confusion.<br/><br/>“Hm…” he said before he raised a finger and began counting his men. “One…two…”<br/><br/>“Hm…one…two…I swear I had three…”<br/><br/>“Jericho is dead, my lord,” the werewolf on Salazar’s left informed on a growl.<br/><br/>“Killed by who? Please tell me that it wasn’t the fledgling girl. Otherwise, I can’t say I feel sorry for him.”<br/><br/>“I killed him,” Salazar confessed.<br/><br/>The detective had glass protruding from his neck, cheek, and shoulder. Dark sanguine spots began to expand about the glass fragments and form streams that rolled down his neck and face.<br/><br/>“Heh; losing blood aren’t you vampire? It’s a shame. I don’t really like three versus one,” the alpha said with a malicious smirk. “But seeing how you killed one of my kin, I frankly don’t give a fuck. Now let’s see…it’d be too easy to rip you to pieces. I don’t think you’d die from that either. It’d be too lame to stab you in the heart…oh I know. We’re going to rip both of your limbs off, rip out your fangs, and leave you on this roof as nothing but a sad, pathetic limbless freak to burn in the sun. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”<br/><br/>The detective had a cool air around him besides knowing how much of a disadvantage he had. He hadn’t fed, he was losing blood, and he had to guard Katherine from three werewolves. If this went on any longer, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to guard anyone from himself. Despite the odds, he kept his cool. Dexterously, Salazar flipped the knife in his hand, the blade forming a silver ring before his hand clenched about it.<br/><br/>“Not as fun as it’ll be to drive this knife through your fucking skull,<em>chucho</em>,” he countered.<br/><br/>The alpha’s grin was large and fake with indifference. He had actually been insulted. No one had ever called him a mutt before. He was above that.<br/><br/>“Rip his limbs off. Leave the girl for me. I want to fuck her right in his face,” the alpha ordered.<br/><br/>The werewolves snarled as they took to circling the two vampires in opposite directions.