[M] The Gang

[oceania]

Rellik watched as Azraella swooped down from the sky and trapped the man in the alley smiling as she subdued him and flew him back to HQ. He then looked to Titanic who was picking the pellets out of his wound and cursing gun the idea of a gun itself was revolutionary but the effect it had on combat was devastating you no longer required skill to kill many in the battlefield even an untrained teen could use it. He listened as Titanic said to return and set about puzzled "are we not going to clean up the mess he said before zooming back to HQ leaving without an answer to his question one thing he loved to do was leave people with a question keeps everyone minds sharp. Rellik when he arrived at HQ ignored everything and went straight upstairs where he bit his wrist and bled over a rag before letting the wound close after this he walked back down and stood quietly in the corner

[LittleLionFire]

Atsila, suddenly woke up. But, it was like she was in a cloud. Suddenly, she heard Blake and Hector talking. At least, it sounded like them. She saw, instead, was a lollipop bunny and a swirling crow, with huge eyes, and from their mouths issued the sounds of Blake and Hector. She smiled, not able to actually hear what the two were saying. She then laughed out loud. (Which by the way, no one has heard before, accept Titanic, when they were smaller.) It was bold, brash, and full. Her eyes were cloudy, a cloudy grey.

She reached out to pet the bunny, petting Blake's head. She ruffled the lollipop bunny's furry head, ruffling Blake's auburn hair. She then poked the bunny's face, poking Blake's cheeks. She laughed again, and cried out joyfully. "Your a funny lollipop bunny! Ooh! Is that strawberry?" She absolutely LOVED strawberry anything, which no one knew. She leaned forwards to lick it, licking Blake's cheek. She giggled, another never before heard sound, and lay back.

She then turned to Hector, of the swirly crow. She giggled again. "Hector, your a little pink right now!" She laughed hilariously at this, loving her little joke. She then lay back again, and poked at the air above her, poking at some hard rocks floating in the air. "I bet Titanic would love to see these rocks, they can float?" She asked in a tipsy voice. She then shouted a loud shout, which is also something no one has heard before. She tends to speak quietly. "TITANIC! Look, there are floating rocks! He, strange, is it not? Maybe we could eat them. Oh! Now they are falling." She smiled, opened her mouth, and one tumbled in. She giggled. "They taste like cotton candy!"

[Will post Amour later, not enough time now.]

[Ace_of_hearts]

Blake frowned at Hector as he heard an unfamiliar giggle. He was hardly even aware that Atsila had a humorous side to her so for her to laugh was virtually unheard of. And it wasn't a malevolant laugh like most of the gang had. The 'hurting people is fun' laugh, it was childlike in a way. Which, again, did not match the owner of the laugh.

Blake felt himself go pink when she licked his cheek, wiping viorously to get the saliva off of his face. By this point he'd figured out what was going on. "Ok, so the dart was tranquilizer definitely, but that doesn't cause hallucinations meaning it was laced with something else. Opium maybe? I can't think of many hallucinagins that a layman could lace into a tranq dart. These were more than likely more than simple drunkards." He laughed as she mumbled on about rocks and candy and strawberries. This wasn't the girl he was used to though it was good to laugh with her. "Unfortunately, all we can really do is wait this one out. I'm not sure which drug made her like this so it isn't safe to give her an adrenaline injection. Though maybe we should restrain her?"

[oceania]

Rellik watches as Atsila giggles and licks Crow's cheek and judging by his response obvious her giggling and licking habits was not usual, He walks forward standing behind Crow silently listening as he mentions opium and considering the idea still having no idea about what Atsila was. " Can i try something" he says as he walked around Crow handing him the bloody rag. "i mean it isn't like I'm gonna take her out of action" Rellik continues to walk around Atsila wondering about what she was thinking and happening in her head. He looked up and saw Crow's flushed cheeks what cant take the affection of a girl and oh yeah that rag is soaked in my blood maybe you can use it for something interesting"

Rellik then turned his head towards Hector "so did you enjoy the slaughter as much as i did or were you too worried about Atsila to enjoy it" He says standing over Atsila looking down to hide a grin

[Ace_of_hearts]

Blake bites back a growl and throws away the rag he was holding, trying to clean his fingers. "Nasty. I didn't even know vampires had blood of their own. Gah, what the hell?!" Blake glares at Rellik and tries not to do anything regrettable. Totally against the code to point out when another dude is embarrassed. He tenses as he sees Rellik step towards Atsila. From his throat emerges a deep and menacing snarl.
"Touch her and I'll tear your throat out in an instant. I don't need some novice interfering with someone who only needs to let the problem work itself out of her system. And hear me when I say that I don't care if you cure her entirely. I'm not willing to run the risk. You break this order and you're as good as dead." Was Blake third in line for power? He didn't think so. He just had the trust of his comrades and they knew that when he said something important, following it could be a life and death scenario. "You're the reason this happened anyway. Step back before I lose my temper." Blake wasn't holding back. Chasity wasn't around and Hector would probably only gain respect if he lost it on this guy now.

[LilyDiana]

Lady arrived just as Atsila began poking at Crow's cheeks. She looked around the room, worry actually present in her eyes, "What have they done to the poor girl?" she murmured. This wasn't an area where she had much expertise, so she took up a post off to the side, against the wall, watching over the room. Anastasia did not look over when Rellik entered the room, her only acknowledgment of his presence was to raise an eyebrow slightly when she smelled his blood. Her sharp gaze found the self inflicted wound. What on earth was he doing?

"As much as I'd love for him to rip your head off in some clever and inventive way, I'd hate for Titanic to come back to such a mess. And I'd hate to clean it up." she drawled. "If you want to prove yourself, you start by following orders. I suggest you follow his." she still leaned casually on the wall, her voice and stare both cool, but every time this vampire spoke she wanted to rip his throat out. She was beginning to think he had that effect on all of them.

[Ace_of_hearts]

Blake sighed and continued to keep a close eye over Atsila. He wished that if it would have happened to someone, it would happen to a werewolf. They were the most biologically similar to actual humans and the only real challenge there was their genetic instability. But out of everyone, Atsila was the wort candidate. Blake knew she was a demon f sorts, but also that she had mixed blood so it was hard to have anything absolute other than by trial and error. And an error could flat-line her.

He walked outside again, feeling around the grass until e was nearly punctured by something sharp. He picked it up and examined it. The dart, he'd gotten lucky it'd fallen out there. Blake couldn't see anything in the darkness though and was forced to go inside again, trying to see any trace of the contents. "This is more complex than I thought." He said, sniffing the vial (which was obviously like a microscope substitute for a werewolf), "There's a lot of stuff in here. Diluted THC, morphine, and some stuff I don't even recognize. I'm not sure what all of it together means but it's possible that she'll go into an OD coma. Or worse."

[PinkBandit]

The sound of a high-pitched, intoxicated giggle was what introduced Azraella as she returned to the house. It wasn't a very familiar laugh, but the voice she had definitely heard before. Atsila's? As she turned at the corner of the short hallway into the room, her eyes gazed in slight disbelief at Atsila's strange behaviour. It was as if someone drugged her, and not with just some tranquillizer. She said some stuff about lollipops and bunnies, but Azraella didn't bother to pay attention to anything she said, but just her actions. Atsila looked dazed, dazed enough to mistake Crow's face for something and lick it.

With a snap, the thin layer of shadow, surrounding the now captured leader of the enemy group, dissipated, dropping the man on the floor. At the same time, Rellik decides to cut himself and bleed on a rag to give Atsila, filling the room with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Azraella cocked her head to the side in question; the guy never said what to do with it, and simply gave it to Crow. Unfortunately, we aren't all vampires here, and Blake pointed that out by throwing the soiled fabric away and giving him yet another lesson on do's and don't's. Azraella smiled at the scene, but she expected Rellik to end it like usual by acting like his nonchalant self and shrugging it off.

"Let me see Atsila," Azraella ordered as Anastasia finished with her sentence, and as Blake hopped outside. The first thing she notices as she steps towards her is her eyes; clouded, grey. Her eyes weren't grey, but a beautiful variety of blue that changes with her emotions. Azraella always found that to be amusing.

"I've seen this before. But the guys I met just seemed to be piss-drunk, but all with the same grey eyes. That group had previous victims." Swiftly, she walked to the door to retrieve the dart, but Blake was one step in front of her. "Crow, bring that inside."

[BewareNinjaLuna]

A low rumble echoed through the main streets of town, disrupting any light sleepers to a motorcyclist who hadn't a care in the world who she disturbed. The moonlight stars shone brightly this dark morning, forcing silver shadows to peak through windows of homes, and create blackened shadows to figures that blocked out the piercing rays from Father Moon. Minutes later the bike was parked next to the side walk, and the slightly limping, slow walker descended the fronts stairs, heading for the elevator, trying to advert from any reflection or mirrors she may catch while going to her apartment.
The ride was short, but in that time, her body yet again quivered, and she hadn't any time to make it to the bathroom to release the acidic bile from her stomach. Instead, she gripped the edges of the kitchen sink as the muscles heaved, trying to retract anything that might be left in her system. Beads of sweat accumulated over her forehead and neck by the time she stood a bit straighter and rinsed her mouth with a few sips of water directly from the faucet. While the girl began to carefully strip her body from the torn clothing that was plastered to her from sweat and light traces of blood, she began to think of her Gang, and everyone in it. How she had left town not even an hour after the meeting without a word from anyone. She was positive Titanic was pissed beyond recognition, but there wasn't much the girl could do about it. What had happened just had to be done, and now that it was, everything felt just a bit easier, as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders that had been sitting there since she was sixteen years old.
Once she entered the bathroom, she was stark naked, and the reflection of the mirror forced her to wince. A few sliced wounds on her stomach, back and shoulders were open, bleeding, and angry red. The rest of her skin from neck to ankle to wrist were dotted in black and purple bruises. With each wound shining under the bright lights of the bathroom, she couldn't help but tremble as her fingers traced lightly over her bruised stomach. A few of her ribs were bruised; she could tell because she'd had that before, and although Chasity was a werewolf, the Wolfs Bane that was forced down her throat hours before kept her from healing quickly.
The shower took a little over forty five minutes while she scrubbed the dried blood off, and cleaned out the opened skin with soap and water while her stomach was still heaving up nothing but stomach acid. When she was finally done, she took her time patting herself down with dry towels and wrapping various parts of her body up with medical tape and gauze. Once her whole stomach was tightly wrapped with the white, stretchy fabric, she put a few steri-strips on a cut that was just under her left eye on her cheek bone, shaded with a lovely bruise under it. Other than her lightly busted lip, she could cover the rest of her body with clothing.

Chasity had her curly hair in a messy bun, allowing a few curls to escape it and frame her face softly to help cover her neck a bit better. She wore loosely fitting white-wash skinny jeans, a baggy long sleeved, black Led Zeppelin tee shirt with a dark brown, high-waisted and very stylish leather jacket. Chas pulled on some navy blue high tops, downed about three valium in hopes it would stop her from limping so noticeably.
It couldn't have been past 3:45 by the time she left her apartment and rode her bike to HQ. Though, to keep herself a bit more on a low-profile she parked her bike at the edges of some trees a few blocks away, checked her bandages to make sure they weren't bleeding through, and walked carefully to Titanic's house. As she rounded the last block towards the home, though, something didn't feel right. Her stomach knotted together, and this time it wasn't the Wolfs Bane. Something was terribly wrong. Chasity hoped that for once, her intuition was wrong, and that she was being paranoid, but with every step the neared the home, her heart hammered just a bit more painfully in her chest.

[LittleLionFire]

Atsila smiled as she heard another voice, Rellik's, in the form of a small worm. She laughed, and poked the worm, poking the vamp's finger. "Your a funny worm! I thought you were a vampire!" She then frowned as the scent of blood filled her nostrils. Suddenly, all vanished, leaving her alone in the white world.

Then, there was a scream. More screams followed, until soon Atsila was holding her head in real life and this world, and screaming herself. She had closed her eyes. When she opened them, she saw something that frightened her to death. Titanic was in front of her, holding a bloody scythe, his eyes blood red. He was growling, his words low, harsh, and cutting. "Atsila. My dear, dear little sister. Ha. I never loved you, never cared for you. Never even LIKED you. Your just a piece of daemon trash. A mistake. That is what everybody thinks. The only reason you were aloud to be in this gang was because I could not kill you without Hector knowing. But know, your DEAD!"

Atsila screamed. In the room where she lay, having her hallucinations, it looked regular. But Atsila was not. Her eyes, when she had opened them, had turned a light, bright red. her body was curled up in a small ball, hands at ears, and she was trembling. She broke out in a sweat.

The scientist had dropped on the floor. Now, he was cackling, his eyes a mad glint. In a raspy voice, he whispered what he thought. "Hehe, so it is true. She is daemon. Well, you can not do anything now. Say goodbye to your precious girl! Once the red turns dark like a dying rose, she will be put in a coma. Once her eyes are black, she is dead. And the only anti-dote is somewhere you will never find it!" He cackled.

Atsila cried, in both forms. Tears ran down her cheeks. She feared this would happen. She curled her head underneath her arms and sobbed. No one could hear anything that was happening between her and 'Titanic' except her small whispering. "I am sorry Titanic. I am sorry. Please do not bring that down. Don't kill me. I am sorry." Suddenly, she started screaming. "BLAKE! HECTOR! ANASTASIA! AMOUR! CHAS! AZRAELLA! SOMEBODY! HELP!"