There she was just a-walkin' down the street, singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
Snappin' her fingers and shufflin' her feet, singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
She looked good (looked good), she looked fine (looked fine)
She looked good, she looked fine and I nearly lost my mind

Orion couldn’t help but let out an exasperated groan as the Do Wa Diddy song popped into his head. It was something he was forced to listen to when he was younger, and it always came out at the most inopportune time.  He should have been in bed, but instead Orion was off investigating yet another dead end regarding his missing sister. Every lead he followed always ended the same, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to look.  However, this trip was slightly different because not only did he find out nothing, but managed to locate a pitch black bench. Why was finding a bench so great? It meant he would be able to sit down and relax for a few minutes.  

“What a waste…”

Given the chance, he would gladly take the silence over the chaos. At least here, people weren’t senselessly fighting each other, or attempting to outdo one another. His silver eyes slowly took in the scene, curious as to what truly brought him to London. Stretching out on the weathered wooden bench, Orion let out a long yawn. Something tugged at his subconscious, suggesting the orphan had something important to do in this place. Keen hearing picked up screams and sirens, but something told him that wasn’t what he was here for. Not only that, he wasn’t really fond of police officers.

“Hey handsome, how about you and I go back to your place and I’ll make your wildest dreams come true.”

A sultry voice brought him out of his silent musing, causing him to glance up at the source. Standing in front of him was a female who, at one point in time was probably quite a looker. Now however, she looked like a woman who spent too much time in the sun and wore too much makeup. Her hair was stringy, and a dingy red shade that looked like it had been dyed with kool-aid packets. The outfit she was currently certainly gave off the aura that she was nothing more than a whore, and she probably had a pimp somewhere close by. He wasn’t sure if he was disgusted by her, or if he felt sorry for her. Her current situation also reminded him of his missing sister, and Callahan realized he was wasting time just sitting, and people watching.

“No.”

Without another word, Orion pushed off the bench, and walked down the street. If she commented, he paid no attention and ignored anyone else that attempted to speak to him. The scene reminded him why he normally didn’t speak to people, and why he felt humanity as a whole was dishonest and shallow. Shoving his hands deep into the pockets of the black and red hooded leatherman’s jacket he was currently wearing, the lanky twenty-five year old sighed softly. The hood was pulled over his slightly long red hair, hiding his appearance, which was exactly what he wanted. The introvert turned yet another corner, carefully stepping over puddles to keep from soiling his black and red Nike tennis shoes and the bottom of his black pants. Exiting an alley, the soldier sensed a life-force and decided to search it out. Heading down the street, he kept to the shadows, fighting back another yawn. He knew he was supposed to be meeting someone from KOSA, and hoped the life-form he was trying to locate was the contact.

It wasn’t long before he spotted a muscular male wearing sweats and a crappy looking t-shirt jogging down the street.  Tilting his head, Orion wondered if this was perhaps a creature that was pretending to be human.  Paranoia had often gotten the better of Callahan, but he was generally correct 80% of the time.  However, the more he studied the stranger, the more it appeared that he was human. Then again, there were shifters that had the capability of pulling off such a feat as appearing to be a person.  Without wasting another minute deciding, he waited until the unknown individual passed by his location before diving towards his legs.  Spinning around, he pulled out one of his Sig Sauer’s, pointing it at the face of the man.

“Who are you? Are you a human?!  You make even the slightest move and I will blast you to a million pieces!”

He couldn’t tell exactly how far he’d gone, but he was estimating he was at three miles. It was right around the 20 minute mark according to his watch, which should have put him, at this pace, around three miles. The city interfered, with its corners, a few obstacles, hills, and traffic lights, but even so, he figure that was about how far he’d gone.

Sweat had started to soak the breast of his ratty t-shirt and his breath was coming with more difficulty, but it was a simple enough task to keep his eyes forward and let the momentum help carry his body forward. He’d just turned down a side-street when he saw the flash of darkness shoot towards him from behind an alley.

Jason didn’t even have time to curse as a form barreled into his legs, knocking him to the ground. Reacting quickly, he slapped the ground, breaking his fall, and rolled. His right hand freed itself quickly, whipping back for the familiar feel of the pistol in his back. Even as he struggled to right himself, the weapon was flying forward, aimed in the general direction of the shape that had hit him.

Looking up now from a crouching position, one gloved hand on the ground to steady himself, he saw a slight figure pointing a pistol at him and shouting. He was yelling something about asking if he was human, and realizing that he had been attacked because of some paranoid moron began to make his blood boil. With the weapon still pointed at him he raised himself to his full height, his own weapon still bearing down on the target.

“Are you fucking serious!?” he roared, annoyed and outraged. He didn’t care if his loud voice woke everyone in the neighborhood.

“You attacked me and YOU’RE demanding answers!?” His face was red, a combination of his workouts physical toll and rage at it being cut short by a douche bag attacking whatever moved on the street at 5 in the morning.

They were standing less than 3 meters apart. Point blank range. He decided he wouldn’t use his gun, this idiot didn’t deserve to die- stupidity wasn’t a crime, though the punishment should be severe anyway. No, he wouldn’t shoot the boy, but he needed to teach him a lesson. Doing this without being shot was the issue. Any sudden movement was going to set him off, and though he had a good chance of avoiding a killing shot, he was still a big target, and this guy held his weapon like he knew how to use it properly.

Exhaling suddenly, Jason threw up a thick smokescreen that quickly engulfed his entire frame and everything around him for 6 feet. Naturally, the Sig in his opponent’s hand went off, not just once, but three times, firing a burst of rounds into the suspicious smoke. Jason had acted quickly, dropping to the ground as soon as the smoke formed. He felt the rounds cut through the air above his head, and then pounced.

From all fours, he pushed off the ground like a bolt being released from a crossbow. His massive form blasted through the smoke that had been hiding him and appeared very suddenly in Orion’s face. His outstretched right hand pushed out to deflect the gun that had, until just recently, been centered on his torso. As soon as his hand made contact, it grabbed the arm the weapon belonged to, preventing his target from escaping. With the pistol out of the way, his other fist came forward, slamming square into the weird-haired boy’s torso, his spiked knuckles digging viciously into several ribs.

The spikes would hurt, probably break the skin, though they wouldn’t penetrate significantly, and the ribs would be bruised, maybe worse. Jason hadn’t put his entire body behind the blow, though it had taken significant effort not to let the momentum of his charge carry forward into his fist. He knew it wouldn’t take much to do serious damage to a frame this slight.

After the blow, his left hand quickly moved up to grab the boy’s neck. He had begun trying to escape right as he’d been grabbed, though the massive blow Jason landed had put a brief halt to that. With the wind knocked from him, there wasn’t much struggle left to be put up, and Chambers had the boy off the ground, pinning him to the brick wall behind him and making sure that pistol stayed pointed in a safe direction.

“What the fuck is wrong with you…?” Jason growled through clenched teeth, flecks of spit jumping from his lips and landing on his captive’s cheek. “What on EARTH would possess you to randomly attack a jogger on the street at 5 in the morning? Especially when you’re concerned about them being more than human? What kind of monster would come looking for you disguised as a jogger? And what if I was? How many of my friends do you think would have already taken their shots at you while you were distracted with me? God really does favor fools and children, for you are both, and you should have been killed a long time ago.”

A soothing hand reached out from the dissipated smoke and rested on the man's chest as he made to move to walk away from the dispute Belle witnessed. Emerald hues glided upwards into his silver ones, and a smiled curved her lips in peace. She was a little tense herself, but she didn't let that come evident. Though the oddness of her window being opened like it was randomly (though not random at all!) urked her. Maybe the man who accused the other male of being inhumane wasn't exactly off...

Belle DuOmbre has never witnessed anything supernatural other than having to do with herself and within her family. To find two males on the other side of the world knowing about the things in the dark sparked her curiosity. Her door to find more answers than the ones she has come across on her own. It has been a lonely road, she'll admit. Finally.

Glancing over to the other male who, she could tell even in the morning darkness was still very angry, her smile broadened before she said in a very playful tone with a serious one belying it,

"Now now, gentleman. Before we let ourselves get separated, I think the male here who accused you, sir, was not exactly off," Belle's hues flickered up to her now closed window. Her voice lowered as chills crawled along her bare arms and captivating her spine in a warning trance, her eyes following in suit to keep a firm glance of their surroundings,

"It may not be so safe to separate just yet..."  She felt as she did earlier when she was finishing her work. The same feeling that she was being watched and something was lurking around in the even darker shadows of the night.

It was a familiar pain that woke Jaysin up. It had done for several nights running now, a pain just above her legs, around her hips; the last place she could feel before numbness set in on her lower body. At first she thought it was a trapped nerve that she had caught, but since that night, the same pain was coming back and getting considerably worse. Not that she'd told anyone. She was hoping that it would just disappear as fast as it had appeared. The main reason she hadn't told anyone was because she was afraid of the answers. It was the first time since the accident that she'd felt any pain like this. And once again, she was up not long before four am because of it.

Sighing, she finally opened her eyes, gulping as if to try and swallow the pain while she let her eyes adjust to the dark and find the ceiling above her. She'd been loading herself up on painkillers to try and ignore the pain when it arose, but so far it was only dulling it to a small throbbing sensation and it wasn't any easier in her wheelchair. She didn't want to become too attached to taking the painkillers, and had sometimes let herself go through excruciating pain but now, she couldn't take it any more. Her hand moved to the bedside table where she put the tablets and searched for the square box. Finally she found it, and brought it over popping out two tablets. She'd become so used to taking med's, that she didn't need water to swallow them, she got a bunch of saliva in her mouth, put the tablets in and swallowed.

It would still take a while for them to kick in, and even then the pain wouldn't be completely gone. Jaysin wasn't going to be going back to sleep and sighed. For a couple of weeks now she'd got very little sleep and it was starting to show in her expression and features. The pain had to go soon just so she could sleep and not have to resolve to taking sleeping pills to get her through the night either. Slowly, she managed to push herself up until she was sitting in bed, and then she pulled the wheelchair up to the side, maneuvered her legs off the side with the help of her hands and then lifted herself into the chair. It was an awkward and slow process, but one she had adapted to with a few years of practise every day and night. 

Now that she was awake, she decided to get a few more books read. Jaysin not only had the ability to read books fast, but also memorise the pages and remember what was written in whole books word for word on there pages. It had recently been named as having an Eidetic memory. She could stare at a page for a few seconds and have it etched in her mind. For this line of work it was a good skill to have; the only skill that she thought made her worthy of been in KOSA. Most were skilled with runes, supernatural ability, magical ability or fighting ability. Jaysin was bound to a wheelchair with none of those abilities. Yes, she could fire a gun to protect herself and most likely hit the target she was aiming at, but she didn't like shooting a gun, preferring to be behind her books than on the front line. Most of the time she stayed in the van while Jason went out to fight, relaying the information he needed by phone. Not even he would be up at this hour.

They'd just got in a new shipment of the latest books and so Jaysin decided that it was best to get reading them. If she was lucky and it was a quiet day, she'd get up to 20 books memorised in her mind. Her eidetic memory also meant there was less to carry around with them. She only took a couple of back-up books with her that would be the most important, trusting her memory to relay the rest to her. Wheeling her chair over to a stack of books, she picked up the first one of many that was littered all around the room. If you had a birds-eye view of Jaysin's room, you'd realise it was like a maze where you had to weave in and out of stacks of books that she could fit her wheelchair around. People often wondered how she got around her room as standing at the door all you saw were stacks upon stacks of books.

"The Supernatural Ability of Non-Human Beings: Combat and Defensive Skills 101. Arthur McKinley." Jaysin read the title as she turned a small light on that was attached to her wheelchair and she could maneuver to over the page of a book in her lap. "Great title." She murmured, rolling her eyes as she opened to the contents page, memorising that before moving onto the first text-filled page. It was easy to find what she needed if she had the table of contents in her mind and also a full glossary memorised of the book.

"The supernatural ability of other forces outside of human-beings understanding is one that is speculated by many people over the centuries. Many books have been written by those claiming to know the secrets of the unexplained, but have later failed in their knowledge. This is the first book that I can claim will not fail you..."

Jaysin rolled her eyes before focusing on the page as a whole. Arthur McKinley sucked at introductions. That much she was sure of from glimpsing at the first few lines. Why they'd gotten this book in, she failed to understand. But it didn't matter. It wasn't her place to ask questions; just read and memorise before moving onto the next one. Normally, Jaysin would of had a book like this memorised within the hour, but sudden alarms took her concentration away from page 423. Some of the team were been attacked. But who was out at this hour? Jason would know.

Wincing in some pain, she moved and grabbed the phone from her hip, speed-dialing Jason immediately. The ringing came and continued. No answer. Voice-mail activated. No point in leaving a message. Where the hell was he? He never forgot to take his phone and certainly never failed to answer it; at least not when she was calling. Sighing, she decided to leave the confinements of her room and find out where Jason was and what was going on. It wasn't long before she passed another agent, running down the corridor.

"What's going on, Agent?" She addressed as he nodded to her and came to a pause to answer.

"KOSA agent attacked." He stated, taking a breath. "Agent Jason Chambers, his demon is on the main phone. Requesting you."

Jaysin took a sharp intake of breath. What the hell was he doing out at this time? She wasn't aware of him being on any mission and if he was she sure would have known about it. Maybe he'd decided to go for a run. Jaysin knew what he was like with his exercise routines and when he wasn't working on some mission he was most likely to be found doing some extensive exercise routine in the gym. She'd often had to go there to talk to him. She then wasted not time getting to the phone and taking over the call to find out exactly what was going on.

Avoreth, Jason's connection demon had a mental link with Jason and she saw that as the best way to communicate directly with Jason himself. The easiest and fastest. It was much better than relying on cellphones to. Tapping away at her laptop, which she always had attached to the side of her wheelchair, she had a site up in seconds that would get up a satellite image of Jason, the demons he was against and who else was there. The moment the demon's image came up, Jaysin froze. Black Spiral Dancers. Three of them. Jason was screwed if she didn't get in contact with him soon.

"I'm going to relay the information to you, Avoreth. It's the best way. Just give me a second." Jaysin closed her eyes, mentally flicking past thousands of books of all different shapes, sizes and colours until she found the one she wanted. Next she flicked through the table of contents to see if it could give her an exact page. When that was unsuccessful, she flicked to the glossary and looked for the name. Page 729. Bingo. She then flicked through the big, black hardback book in her mind until she got to the page she wanted. As she read the pages in her mind, she spoke them aloud for Avoreth.

"... Black Spiral Dancers: Black Shadows of the night. Attack in packs... Extremely brutal and evil. Not many survivors are known from attacks from these..." She didn't need that. She needed what to do. She scanned quickly over the sentences. "....Known weaknesses...light." How long is it until sunrise? Too long. She glanced back to the satellite images. They knew daylight wasn't for another few hours. Most of the street lights were dim. Too dim to affect them. But if, they used magic to brighten them, then maybe... "Avoreth. I have an idea. Get Jason to keep them where they are somehow. Give me fifteen minutes tops and then tell him to make sure him and the others close their eyes until you say they can open them. Make sure they find cover to, otherwise they'll be covered in burns. I'll give you the signal for them for when I'm ready to go and when they can open their eyes again and come out from cover."

With that she turned to the specialist magic unit and started giving off orders and sending them to where Jason and the others were. She wanted as much light as possible shoved into those street lights. She was going to burn those fuckers out of existence.

Both of the civilians now standing in the alley with him fell to the hard pavement as Jason shouted and fired his weapon. The kid with the hair turned and began firing as well, though the shots that rang out from his pistol did not match the craters they were blowing into the creatures they were fired at. It was like someone was firing a .50 BMG round, something much larger and much, much more devastating that whatever that pistol could fire.

Still, the damage that they did was inconsequential, as all it took was a moment of brief concentration on the behalf of the demented monsters and the wounds began to close themselves up. Glancing around he began to formulate some kind of escape route. He needed to get Ophelia and the civilians out of harm’s way as fast as he could.

Jason! How did you get yourself into this!? came a familiar voice in Jason’s head. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he realized he may have something up his sleeve even he didn’t realize.

Av! he responded in thought, directing it to the demon that he was currently enthralled to, Avoreth, his former partner. The two of them were communicating at the speed of thought, able to transmit ideas much faster than normal communication would’ve permitted, across thousands and thousands of miles allowing them to hold extended conversations in the middle of such an adrenaline-pumping scene.  What are you contacting me for?

All demons get an alarm when their thralls are in mortal danger, she responded before adding, I’ve already called the agency looking for Jaysin. What are you doing out alone!?

I just went for a run! he replied, insisting it wasn’t his fault he was in this predicament, How it got to this point is a short story I‘d rather not revisit right now. One of our agents got ambushed and now I’m about to get the same treatment.

No silver bullets, spikes… nothing? she asked.

No, of course not. he replied,  I brought a pistol and I’m wearing the gloves, but no silver weapons. I don’t normally leave the compound loaded for shape shifter unless I‘m actively on the job.

Jesus Christ what would you do without me?

How do you describe me in London and you in Brisbane as me not being without you?

Shut up and listen, she ignored the question, I’m on the phone with Jaysin right now, she’s sending back-up to try and amplify any localized light source to send them packing. But it might take them up to fifteen minutes for them to get there. You have to hold them off until they arrive.

Son of a bitch…

It’s a better chance than you had before, and that’s what I mean by me being with you.

Thanks, I guess I’m going to work early today

Don’t die, Chambers.

We wouldn’t want to ruin your next potential vessel, now would we.

You know better than that Jason, she snapped, a hurt, angry tone to her voice.

I know Av, I know, I’m just teasing you. I‘ll be careful

That was the last that was said during the conversation, though Jason knew Avoreth would be monitoring the entire encounter through his eyes. She had direct access to his mind at any given time, and Jason knew she wouldn’t be able to go about her normal business while he was in such mortal danger.

Returning to the situation at hand, Jason saw the red-haired man moving to position himself between Ophelia’s body and the beasts, which was pointless, since they wouldn’t seek to harm her until he was already down anyway. The effort itself was noble, however, and perhaps spoke of the boy’s character, but it didn’t help their situation. The creatures roared their frustration and coiled their bodies, preparing to pounce.

“Run!” Jason told the two others as he rushed forward, throwing his arms into the air as he activated another of his Hunter abilities- Ward. Immediately following, the Dancers leaped, a hungry cry of satisfaction escaping their maws as their giant figures fell upon their prey.  They were disappointed, to say the least, when they were suddenly and violently halted in mid air, as if they’d slammed into an invisible wall.

The three taint-filled creatures picked themselves up slowly and began snarling angrily as they moved towards Jason in the entrance to the alley. Once more they were stopped by an invisible field, shocking them unpleasantly as they tried to approach him. Experimenting, one of them even swung a claw through the air at the invisible barrier, his hand bouncing off painfully. All three were unable to pass through the bubble of protection, which extend out from Jason for six feet above, behind, and all around him.

Jason hoped the young man’s desire to protect the injured woman was greater than his pride to stay and fight against ludicrous odds, because there was no way Jason would be able to protect all of them if they stayed.

Glancing back briefly, Jason shouted again, “I can’t hold them off much longer, get yourselves out of here!”

As he looked back, however, a faint shimmer caught his eye. The nearby street light cast it’s glare off the shiny cross pendant that hung from a necklace on the woman that didn’t register as human to Jason’s second sight. It was the only piece of metal jewelry on the three, and it did have a silver color to it.

Without hesitating, Jason reached out quickly, only to find that his field pushed away the well-dressed young woman as well, forcing her backward as he reached for her.

“Fuck…” he said under his breath before dropping the field, wasting the effort it had taken him to put it up as he once more, reached again for the woman’s pendant. He didn’t know what she was, perhaps even she didn’t, but his Ward didn’t like her. Sure that she would take offense to being shoved by an unseen force, not to mention this massive, violent man snatching the cross pendant off of her breast, Jason wasted no time with bothering to explain. He had already used up a significant amount of effort activating the abilities he had, and no doubt this encounter would call for more. There was no time for pleasantries or explanations now, all of that could wait until after they were safe. “Better to ask forgiveness than permission,” was the phrase that came to mind.

“Now go!” he cried again as he concentrated briefly once more to bring back the anti-supernatural field his body generated. Being in such proximity to the inhuman woman, she was again, pushed away from him by this force, further encouraging Jason’s command to get the hell out of there.

With the cross and chain in hand, he turned once more to the Spiral Dancers. They hadn’t noticed the brief disruption of his field, and they were still standing on the street before the alley, growling fiercely in frustration. One of them, seeing that the others were able to get close to him, grabbed a nearby metal trash can off the side of the street. It had obviously been emptied that morning by sanitation workers, but it was still a big, heavy object nonetheless. Lifting overhead, the beast roared as he hurled it towards Jason.

Caught off guard, Jason was able to cover his face and body, taking the brunt of the metal object on his forearms before being knocked to the ground. He landed on his butt, rolling with the impact to come back to a standing position. It had hurt, but the point wasn’t to hurt him, it was to test the limitations of his field, and the test had been successful. Realizing they couldn’t reach him directly, they teamed up to rip a light pole off of its base, their muscles bulging as their ridiculous strength caused the twisting metal to groan and screech, electricity sparking from it as the cables that connected it snapped with the broken metal. The pole was easily twelve feet long, more than capable of being used to bludgeon Jason from the safe distance dictated by his Ward.

Realizing he had to change tactics, Jason charged the three of them, silver cross held tightly in his clenched fist. With one hand he fired his .45, choosing the target holding the lamp pole. Three more rounds connected squarely in the things chest, driving it back even before Jason’s force field thrust it away from him, maintaining a six-foot perimeter. With a full understanding of how his powers worked, Jason isolated this one, using the field to separate it from its friends and thrusting its back against the brick wall of the building the inhuman woman had exited earlier.

Forced between the brick and Jason’s field, the field gave, allowing the creature entrance within Jason’s 6-foot circle of safety. Now within close-combat range, where Chambers probably excelled the most, the Dancer had what he wanted, and the decorated KOSA agent had to work quickly.

Chambers started off with the upper-hand, being forced against the wall had put the Dancer off balance. Working quickly, he holstered his gun and flew at his attacker, swinging his right fist in front of him as hard as he could. Focusing the strike, he knew now was his best chance to land the hardest blow he could. He had begun focusing his anger, calling up the outrage he’d felt this morning after being tackled by that moron, not to mention seeing the beautiful Ophelia broken and battered in addition to being ambushed at five in the morning on some idle side street in London. Jason had a temper, it had become blazing ever since his imbuing, and it made it that much easier to call up a hateful fury to unleash upon his enemies.

This fury manifested itself in his fists, lighting them up with a bright red, impossible glow. Likewise the spiked gauntlets in his hand took on the same display, as well as the silver cross he held between his fingers, extending it from his fist like a spike. Normal humans whose eyes had yet to have the veil lifted from them would see nothing out of the ordinary, but those who could consider themselves “awakened” as well as other supernatural creatures would clearly see, and if on the wrong end, feel, the burning power in his fists. This ability specifically allowed Jason to hurt supernatural creatures, even those normally immune to the damage suffered from a punch to the face. However, it was rough on normal objects, unless he’d made them himself and used his conviction as a Hunter to forge them. Any other weapon often could not withstand being the vessel of such power. Jason doubted this woman’s cross would last more than thirty seconds infused with his rage, and so he had to make his first strike count.

With his full weight behind the blow, Jason drove his spiked fist into the werewolf’s chest. Aided by his Fury as well as the silver in his hand, Chambers actually succeeded in putting his fist through the sturdy werewolf sternum he had targeted. Jason hit hard, he knew that, harder than any human he’d ever met, and he’d trained with some big boys in the past. Couple that with his Fury and the silver cross and he was only slightly surprised when he felt and saw blood spewing from the creature’s chest, his fist buried in a gaping wound.

Quickly the KOSA agent withdrew his hand, leaving the cross behind, buried in the creature’s body, and followed his initial blow with a second, driving his left fist into the same wound with as much ferocity as he could summon, roaring his hatred into the early morning as he pummeled his foe.

Seeing the creature stunned, Jason didn’t let up, instead unleashing an unrelenting series of powerful blows, over and over again. Each one smashing into the same cavity, driving the silver pendant deeper into the beast’s heart. The wound spread wider, as the creature was too stunned by the severity of his wounds to fight back or prevent any of the following blows that pounded through the hole in his chest. Jason fists, arms, and even his face and torso were covered in the vile, black liquid squirting from his victim’s chest.

Behind him, the two other Black Spirals howled, leaping at Jason only to be rebuffed by his Ward which still kept them at bay. Even as he brutalized their companion in chaos to death with his spiked gloves and glowing fists, they searched for something to attack him with now that the fallen light pole was within the confines of his protective bubble.

Covered in Black Spiral Dancer blood and seething with still unslated rage, Chambers let the horribly savaged body that had been his first target slide down the wall to slump at his feet, leaving behind a wide streak of black, viscuous fluid on the brick behind it.

Turning now to his remaning foes, Jason allowed what they had just seen to sink in. His eyes blazed almost as bright as fists as he addressed the creatures.

“Give me your best shot,” he told them in a low, quiet voice. He knew that his best shot was gone. That silver was the only thing that prevented that werewolf from grabbing his fist after the second blow and snapping his arm like a toothpick. He was out of ammo. All he could do now was hope for a miracle to keep him alive for the remaining 13:30 until back-up arrived to haul his ass out.

The night was dark, and the creatures surrounding them even darker. Ophelia was a safe distance away, on her laptop analyzing the situation and vigorously trying to find any way Damien could kill these creatures, or at least escape. All of her resources had been exhausted, however. No file resided within KOSA's database relating to these beasts, and the small woman felt extraordinarily helpless. Palms beginning to dampen with the beginning phases of panic, Ophelia scanned the files in front of her one more useless time, yelling anxiously into her com, "DAMIEN, I CAN'T FIND ANYTHING. JUST RUN, RUN!" With no way to identify them, he was as good as dead. Bullets weren't working, nor any of heavier artillery the man had brought along. He didn't run, of course. He stood his ground, fearless, courageous...insanely stupid. Realizing the danger and desperate to save her partner, Ophelia threw the laptop aside and sprinted for the scene. But...It was too late. The demons--or whatever they were--closed in on her friend in one fatal, defining swoop. She heard one scream...and then they disappeared, leaving behind a bloody mockery of her once beloved partner.

***

A splitting headache assaulted Ophelia's petite skull as she paced outside of an alley in the dark morning. She was early, yes. But those terrifying nightmares never failed to penetrate her strongest emotional defenses, and she woke to a wet pillow and puffy eyes. Finding no reason to prolong her suffering, she had risen at a godforsaken hour, showered methodically, dressed the same in her usual turquoise blue outfit. In an attempt to make herself feel  better, (an attempt that failed miserably), she wore he favorite bracelet--translucent glass tinted greenish blue ringing along the thin, invisible string that held the structure together. She often lost herself within the facets of the glass before realizing how drab and solemn she's become since the death of Damien.

The familiar pressure of sorrow and grief and guilt pressed against her throat and tear ducts, so she instantly shut that thought down. Thinking of Damien and the horrible, mysterious creatures that murdered him was not something she be holding back when she met with this man. Though how those psychiatrists saw her fit to return to work, she never knew.

A rustle scuttling from behind her drew her attention away from her manic pacing and to the alley. Was it the man she was supposed to meet with? She looked in, tentatively, carefully, her gun drawn at her side. But nothing prepared her for the fast strike that landed across her face.

“I don’t know who he called.  Look, I have to go back and help him. I think you’ll ---“

“It was a trap… We need more silver.”

“I really wish I had a silver sword or something!”

Belle heard the words, but didn’t pay any attention. She wasn’t purposely trying to be rude, but her mind was racing in contemplation, staring at the fallen laid on the park bench. Eyes snapped, turning to look at him, the last of what the male said to her catching her out of her thoughts in milliseconds.

“Take her and get somewhere safe.”

“If they’ve followed us this much, they’re going to keep following us. We’re surrounded, and if we try to run, well, we’ve just experienced what happens when we accomplish such. Do not argue with me further on this. You will not win and we cannot waste precious time doing so,” she said loud enough over the explosions her now partner in situation produced. Fear raged her heart, but courage kept it alive and thriving plentiful. Bending digits to ease the still racing adrenaline, she glanced around. They were surrounded, but almost seemed to stand at a circumference around the three, treading in and out of the streetlight cautiously. They weren’t taking a fondness to the light. She now noticed that they were under a streetlight. Were they against the light? Was that another weakness? Would this provide a Haven for them temporarily until they can originate some sort of plan?  Plan.... There was that pay phone, and if light was their protection, heading out to it would leave her unprotected. All she needed was one phone call.  It was risky. Very risky.

Then another thought came into her mind, sneaking up like a ghost and spreading like a plague. She reached into her pocket of her dress pants pulling out a pocket knife, flicking the blade out and taking it to her wrist. It was a good thing the male was paying no mind to her as she punctured one of the smaller veins in her wrist, blood oozing quickly. She didn’t need him to jump into conclusions and waste what small time they did have, and hopefully this would not take too much time in itself.... Hopefully anything she managed to raise wouldn’t be far too old...

Jumping from her thoughts, several shots were given, and not from who was with her. She heard the monsters shriek from their wounds which sent chills up her spine, sounds of a dying cat seemed to escape them, retrieving into the dark. For now..  It was as if there were nails being slowly grazed down a chalk board. Noticing a familiar black car and several people coming from it and towards Belle and the others, a small smile curved her lips. Some hope had been granted.

“Ms. DuOmbre, that isn’t needed,” Mr. Carson’s voice came out in a light humor, quick to her side already wrapping a cloth tightly around her wrist to secure her self inflicted wound. Like always, Mr. Carson’s cheeks were rosy, his blue hues beady around the place in curiosity. Trying to analyze the severity of the issue. It seems he got his report within a few seconds.

“How did you know I was here?”

“Did you honestly think I gave you a simple silver necklace so that your grandmother’s was to be kept pristine? For an intelligent woman, you can be rather oblivious. Especially coming to the topic of men--”

“Please, now is not the time.” She casually waved him off, directing him towards the female who laid on the bench. Ignoring the tingling sensation in her arm, she indicated to one of Mr. Carson’s personnel, Mike, to her. The other had rushed into the dark to see of being any assistance to the other man who had ushered the three of them off earlier. She narrowed her hues. He did seem quite capable of handling himself, though glad the people she knew were here. She knew he was a man of many things, but he never ceased to amaze her in his extensive intelligence of such things as this. Or his contacts to different people. She was glad to be under his wing.

“She needs serious medical attention. She doesn’t have much longer.” Mike nodded lightly, walking to the female and picking her up as if she needed nothing. As Mike headed to the car, Mr. Carson called out,

“Take her to the nearest location, and not a hospital. We do not need the police getting involved. Her wounds aren’t exactly of a ‘Oops, I fell down the stairs’, sort of excuse. Too serious and things would be questioned. I don’t feel up to dealing with that sort of interrogation.”

Location? What did she not know? Taking mental notes, she made sure to ask for answers later. She did have lots of questions.

“Belle,” he rarely used her first name, and it was a tone of seriousness she wouldn’t question. “Take my phone and call Bruce. They may already be informed of the situation, but let him know what has gone on from everything you know and have seen. And do not leave where you are at,” he handed her his cellphone before also taking out two hand guns, one he kept for himself, and the other handing to the male beside her. He grinned at the male before eyeing Belle and disappeared to the alleyway, finger ready at the trigger.

Belle, knowing her boss, rolled her eyes knowingly before flipping the phone open and reaching to his contacts and dialed. Immediately hearing the phone pick up, she began just as quickly,

“Hello, this is Belle DuOmbre. Mr. Carson called--”

“We are aware of the situation. The Agency has been already notified and is on their way, kiddo.”

“Also know that Mike Fields is on his way bringing a female needing of strict medical attention, for even though she has been a fighter, she doesn’t have much longer. I hope the Agency will also hurry. I know Mr. Carson and Mr. Banks both have guns loaded with silver, but they’re still out numbered and I don’t think enough bullets. It just seems more and more keep appearing, ready to challenge and kill us all.”

“I will transfer the information and may be there myself. Call in 10 minutes of they don’t arrive yet.”

“Will do.”

A small sigh of relief escaped her. The female was going to be okay, and for now, so were they. Belle turned to the male and smiled warmly, but keeping her hand tightly around the magazine of the weapon she still held.

Why didn’t he tell the contact he would meet them later on in the morning?  Why did he agree to meeting so early, in a remote location? He was really starting to wish he would have just remained in his warm, cozy bed instead of venturing out onto the dangerous streets at such an ungodly hour.  Taking a moment to spit out a little blood, Orion became quite aware that the woman hadn’t moved yet. What was she waiting on?  Barely dodging a claw to the face, he could feel the wind from the claw sending his already wild red hair every direction possible. 

Well, if I live, this will be a living experience, and will definitely remind me to bring silver along with me wherever I go.

Deftly dodging another set of claws, he became very much aware of the exhaustion starting to take over his lanky frame.  Today it didn’t appear to matter that he was conditioned for this very thing. No, today his body was deciding it was far too tired to deal with this nonsense, although it was probably due to the tussle with the man from earlier, and then having sharp claws ripping through his side.  Then again, it could be due to the immense worry he had concerning his twin sister. Either way, it wasn’t looking good, and he wondered if this was it.

“If they’ve followed us this much, they’re going to keep following us. We’re surrounded, and if we try to run, well, we’ve just experienced what happens when we accomplish such. Do not argue with me further on this. You will not win and we cannot waste precious time doing so,”

If he hadn’t been fully aware of the situation at hand, he probably would have stopped to stare in shock at the girl. It had been a long time since a female told him it would be pointless to argue with her, while speaking with so much authority.  Shrugging towards her with a goofy grin, he quickly returned his attention towards the Spiral Dancers, and quickly assessed the situation. Had it gotten any better? No, not really. Would it get any better? Of course it would soon.  Wincing as a set of claws made their presence known across both of his shoulders; Orion could feel his body being lifted up off the ground.  Shifting his wrists a bit, he shot both weapons until the creature was forced to release him.  Landing in a crouch, he was about to formulate a new plan when an array of bullets pierced the momentarily silent air.  Wondering what was going on, he turned and quickly noticed a black car and people firing at the three Dancers.  As the beasts howled in pain, he tried to figure out when they arrived.

Looks like they’re with that woman… guess she has some guardian angels or something.

Climbing to his feet, he didn’t even know what injury to press his hand against because there were so many.  Since the situation was taken care of, and the beasts were very much dead, Callahan slid both guns away, mentally deciding to replace some of the ammo with silver bullets.  Deciding his ribs were the most injured, he pressed his hand against his right side.  His shirt, and most of his pants were soaked in blood, and he was feeling less than fresh.  Sighing softly, Orion realized the man who had been talking to the woman was holding a gun out towards him. It more than likely had silver bullets, and he took it gratefully. He hadn’t been listening to what all had been said, and was worried about the other man.

They were taking the injured female somewhere safe to deal with her injuries, which was very good news.  Watching the area silently as Belle DuOmbre as she identified herself began to call someone; Orion hoped that nothing else would happen.  At the moment, he just wanted to go home and sleep, but figured that wasn’t going to be happening.  His red eyes shifted towards Belle before resuming their exploration of the park. 

“I’m Orion Callahan by the way… I guess we wait?”

Damn, he really hated waiting.

Once the team was deployed, Jaysin grimaced in pain. The pain was back. But she'd only just taken the painkillers not more than half an hour ago. She was tempted to take some more but that would be dangerous. Getting into that habit was bad and she knew in a job like this she couldn't do something like that.

But maybe just once, wouldn't hurt. Just to ease the pain slightly...

Jaysin was distracted by someone calling her again. "They're on their way to the location now." When Jaysin looked up, she saw a youngish looking guy, possible mid to late twenties. She wasn't too sure and she couldn't remember his name. Nodding in response as another wave of pain coursed through her, causing her to grimace. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." She told him, though he could see she was lying. He chose not to comment though. Jaysin was glad, not that she would have told him anything if he had of asked. She went back to focusing on the satellites. They didn't give a clear picture on Jason, or maybe he'd moved to where she couldn't locate him. Something didn't feel right though. And Jaysin couldn't put her finger on it.

"Jaysin! Avoreth's back on line one." A woman shouted this time.

The wheelchair bound girl moved to the nearest connection and picked up.

"Jaysin here."

"Jason's hurt. It's bad."

"What?"

"Look, I have to go."

The connection went dead before Jaysin could even ask how bad it was. It took a moment for her to process everything. She had never voiced anything, but she looked up to Jason as something more than just a colleague. What exactly, she wasn't too sure. But it was hurting her not knowing what was going on. She tried to locate him on the computer screen but it wasn't picking his image up. She lost patience and decided that she was just going to go down there. Unfortunately she was a few minutes behind the team that she'd sent. And it would take a few minutes - possibly ten, to get her down to the specialised vehicle for her wheelchair and a driver down there.

"You." She pointed to the young man that she'd spoken to before. "Get me down there. Now."

And with that, Jaysin closed her laptop and started to roll towards the exit. She told the guy to bring the car around the front and that she'd meet him there in a matter of minutes. She was feeling physically sick over Jason and his state. It's bad, Avoreth had stated. How bad was bad? Dead? At least it was keeping her mind off the severe pain in her hips. And it was stopping her from thinking about taking more tablets and risking overdose.

But her mind thought the worst. What if he was dead? Jason was the only person she trusted with her life when out on missions. And truth be told, he was the only one she knew that didn't just look at her as a cripple wondering why the hell she was on the team if she couldn't physically go out and do the work. She'd heard the jokes going around sometimes about how Jason was unlucky because he'd gotten her as a partner. Jaysin was way beyond caring what people thought of her. It could have depressed her if she let it get to her, but she was better and stronger than that. But now, if he was...

She had to stop thinking like that. Jason was strong. He wouldn't. She shouldn't even be worrying over him this much. Finally she made it to the car, and with the man's help - who she recalled as Richard, helped her inside and they were on their way. Jaysin didn't care about speed limits. She made Richard put his foot down and go as fast as possible.

Raza had never contacted the KOSA before. He had some ideas of how, and he’d tracked their movements in the past, but he knew better than to make himself known to them so obviously. They almost certainly wouldn’t approve of some of his objectives and the missions he undertook. Casting your own judgment and punishment upon the vampire community didn’t always line up with the KOSA’s laws and guidelines under which they policed.

There wasn’t much choice in this matter, however. He knew of no one else, not even amongst the Camarilla, that could rival the threat he’d stumbled upon. The KOSA, with its bottomless resources and the combined forces that made up its field operations was the only organization the Assamite could imagine capable of providing the support necessary to destroy the fiend. Exposing himself to them was the price he would pay for this temporary ally. Worst case scenario though, they failed and were killed as London, and soon behind it, the entirety of Europe slipped deep within the grasp of the Sabbat’s dark clutches. Such a coup would easily tip the scales of balance in the favor of chaos and destruction, and it wouldn’t be long before the entire vampire community was forced to succumb.

The trick was contacting them. The agency had pulled down the shutters and boarded its windows- figuratively speaking of course- after the encounter last week that had nearly killed two of its agents and revealed a gaping hole in their security. They were not easy people to get a hold of, and their number wasn’t exactly in the book. Even the contacts and informants they relied on had been without word since the encounter with the Black Spiral Dancers. How they had known where to be and when baffled even Raza and his outreaching web of intelligence. He would have to stage some kind of crime or suspicious activity, something they would investigate. Doing so without breaking the Masquerade, which he didn’t completely follow so much as he respected, would be the hard part.

When making an omelet, you had to break a few eggs. It was this logic that set the vampire assassin to find a high value target, someone in the supernatural community that just so happened to be influential in human society as well. The issue with being a vampire in a position of power was that people eventually noticed when you didn’t age, or didn’t die. They couldn’t hold positions that earned them too much recognition, because it made it difficult to fade away when their human years would’ve been up.

Vampires found plenty of comfort in being rock stars, however. It was a simple cover that allowed the typically eclectic nature of artists to mask their unusual nocturnal behavior. For that reason several talented vampires chose to rise to fame among the goth rock scene.

Satan’s Sadists was an established group, developed about six years ago in London’s underground scene, rising to international stardom within a few years. They had changed band members several times in that time, but the charismatic lead singer, Asura and his guitarist, Malik remained throughout the band’s career. It was no secret within the Camarilla that they were both relatively young 11th generation Torreador, unimportant within the political realm of the Camarilla, but worshipped by their fans. Two such radical musicians only deserved a death that would be whispered about generations after their demise.

Using obfuscate, Raza entered one of their concerts, a small show in a little-known venue. The hall was sold out, but it was a simple matter to slip by security, passing right before them and the entire crowd completely unnoticed. Unknowingly, people shifted out of Raza’s way as he slipped backstage before the show began, subconsciously averting their eyes from his presence. In a crowd of hundreds of people, no one saw him come in.

As he got to the backstage area, he utilized his power of Auspex, observing the auras of those guarding the entrance. They were vampires as well, but their auras were weak. They were of much thinner blood than he, and it would take no effort at all to give himself the guise of an attractive, energetic female groupie with a backstage pass hoping to meet her idols.

The two large, muscle-bound merely grunted as he bounced up the stairs, appearing them as a pale, dark-haired twin bursting with excitement. They glanced at her pass to insure its authenticity before stepping aside, gaining him access. He retained the guise as he walked towards the dressing room, finding himself surrounded by a herd of females with similar physical characteristics that he’d chosen. He took notice of each girl’s most alluring trait and while off to the side, assimilated those traits into his façade before stepping forward and moving towards the front of the pack. As the door to the dressing room opened up, he was one of the first girls noticed, and along with several others, was chosen to join the band.

Raza suspected the other members of the band to be at least ghouls of the lead members, blood bound to them and loyal to the end. His suspicions were confirmed as the band led all but Raza in his disguise and one other groupie out of the dressing room, distracting them elsewhere so Asura and Malik could have them alone in the back.

“Want us to let you girls in on a secret?” Asura asked, brushing his raven hair from his eyes with a wicked smile as Raza took a seat in his lap while the other tween occupied Malik’s.

“Okay,” the other girl replied with a giggle that Raza mimicked to uphold his masquerade.

“We’re vampires…”

The girl giggled again nervously in response, unsure of exactly how to respond to that particular statement. Raza resisted the temptation to roll his eyes at the clichéd line used in so many angsty vampire movies and giggled nervously along with her. Their girlish laughter was cut short as Malik proceeded to lean in and gently sink his teeth into the pale flesh of the groupie‘s throat. She gasped in shock, stiffening at the sensation of her skin actually being bitten by two oversized fangs. Soon though, her body seemed to melt into Malik’s as she let out a low moan of pleasure.

The Kiss, as it was called when a vampire sucked the blood from a human, was actually quite pleasurable. It made it incredibly easy for vampires to take from victims repeatedly, as they would keep coming back for more if the vampire didn’t take enough to kill them. Soon Raza felt a pair of fangs buried into his own neck, at which he closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure that came with having his blood drained by another vampire.

If he hadn’t been as powerful as he was, or these vampires had been of a much higher generation than they were, there may have been danger in their consuming his blood. Unfortunately for them, however, his blood was far too potent for them to be able to absorb more than a third of it at most, which was easily more than he needed. Using the traditional discipline of Quietus, a discipline almost exclusive to the Assamite clan, Raza was able to manipulate his own blood to poison those that drank from him. As Asura greedily lapped up drop after drop, Raza smiled, feeling his unwitting victim grow increasingly weaker until finally his arms fell to his sides, limp, and he no longer even had the effort to feed.

Smiling to himself, Raza stood up, dropping his disguise. He was no longer concerned about the other groupie, she was too enraptured to have any idea what was going on. The Kiss was almost like heroin in its ability to incapacitate and addict its recipients.

Malik was too preoccupied with his meal to pay Raza any attention. He moved over behind the young vampire and with a swift motion, grabbed his forehead and pulled back with one hand, releasing the girl from his jaws. With the other he swiftly withdrew one of the twin kukris sheathed at his thighs. Whirling the blade in his free hand, he swiftly brought it to the vampire’s throat and sliced, opening his jugular and carotid arteries with a single slash.

He was very careful not to actually slice through the Torreador’s spine. Neither of them had committed any crimes worthy of death, and it would have been a shame for Raza to break his own code simply to garner attention. Instead, as the vampire’s blood spilled upon the floor, the assassin shoved him to the floor, face-down. Holding him there as he struggled to heal and recover, Raza ripped the back of Malik’s shirt from his body, revealing his pale, lifeless skin beneath.

Behind him, Asura seemed to be making some kind of effort to get up, to aid his partner, but there was no strength left in him. Raza smiled wickedly back at him.

“Relax, you’ll get yours next.”

Though he wasn’t actually punishing these vampires for any crimes, they were far from innocent, and he felt no remorse in torturing them slightly before injuring them beyond the point of healing. They would be sent into torpor, leaving their bodies to be discovered by the authorities. Although not truly dead, they would require blood to heal themselves and return to an awakened state. In the meantime their days of fame and fortune would be over, as they would be unable to return to the world after their supposed deaths.

Careful to hold the struggling vampire to the floor, Raza began to carve symbols with his kukri into the creature’s back. Each symbol was of his clan, the Assamites, and would be his calling card. Though they didn’t translate directly into words, Al-Khabal used this opportunity to carve a message of apology to the Camarilla for breaking their laws, though he insisted it was for the greater good. Once complete, the self-proclaimed judge of the vampire community renewed the slash that had covered the guitarist’s throat, as he had been attempting to heal it while Raza wrote. With no more blood left with which to heal himself, Malik collapsed into torpor on the floor. Only another vampire, one that knew who he was, would realize he was not truly dead.

Turning back to Asura’s limp body in the plush arm chair they’d been seated in moments ago, Raza withdrew his second kukri and whirled both of them expertly. With a flash of steel, the lead singer’s chest was exposed, and with a series of deft flicks of his wrist, the message that began on Malik’s back was continued and elaborated on Asura’s chest. With a quick step back, the Assamite stopped to examine his work briefly. Nodding, satisfied, he whipped both blades forward once more and opened Asura’s throat with a large X, spilling his blood all over his chest and the armchair.

Content with his work, Raza utilized his abilities of obfuscate to make his exit unseen, going back out to the hall where the first band was just finishing their set. With an athletic leap, the dark-skinned vampire grabbed onto and positioned himself in the rafters of the building, keeping his ability to be over-looked active while he watched the scene before him. It was like the calm before the storm as the band finished, thanking the crowd. While they began to settle down, Raza simply waited for the scream to come from back stage.

He’d watch the scene until someone with an “awakened” aura arrived to investigate.

"Stick close to me at all times, Belle." Mr. Carson whispered into her ear, turning her attention away from Orion. He didn't look too well. This whole night had taken a major hold on all of them. All she wanted now was to soak herself in a hot bubble bath. The smell of blood lingered on her from the blood she gotten from carrying the fatally wounded female to safety. She was glad no one died. Later she would digest everything she had experienced tonight, but no she needed to keep a clear mind. Rule #1 in any and all situations: Do. Not. Panic. Digest information later when your mind can process it. Until then, don't sweat it. Or whatever happens next, you won't be able to handle. You'll hesitate and possibly be killed. Not an option for Belle DuOmbre. Digest later, yes.

Curiosity struck in her as to his orders, but just right around the corner, what she only guess was the Key of Solomon Agents heading to the battle scene, and them. About time. Still she had wondered how Mr. Carson was able to get here so quickly before this Agency themselves, but she should know better. He had his ways and he liked to keep his ways confidential. Even to her. An Agent came out of the vehicle and escorted them into separate cars, but her boss made sure she was in the same vehicle as him just like it was ordered she would be.

They were lead to what she could only think is the Agency itself. Carson put an arm around Belle's shoulders and they, along with one of her coworkers, were lead into a room by an Agent.

"You of all people know the Agency won't tolerate people who do not  know of the supernatural to be kept from the knowledge of it. Why is it you brought 3 other people into this, Carson?" His voice was snappy, and she particularly did not like the offensive tone, but she kept a warm smile.

"Belle, Mike, and Seth already have some sort of guess to it. It's not like weren't uninvolved. Belle DuOmbre is a born necromancer, who I want to become an Agent here so she can further learn her abilities and what to do in any given situation. I did you a favor with Mike and Seth, reaching to them before they lost their sanity and grip of  the world because of what they are capable of. We don't need these two being insane and opposing us, that is for sure. I know the Agency has some record of them, Kenneth, that I have revealed to them. It is up to Mike and Seth if any other information is to be distributed. Don't jump to conclusions based on personal dislike of another."

As usual, he kept calm, but she recognized the same twinkle in his eyes. he was amused. So he wants me to be an Agent here... Will I still work for him? The same twinkle he always gets when he thinks he's finally had some play into her life.

"You do know if Ms. DuOmbre works here, she cannot work for yourself."

"Not officially, anywho. I know she can't, she'd be a full-time agent here. I will have at least regular meetings with her, nothing pulling her away from her duty, if  she were to accept coming here as an Agent."

"Don't meddle your business here," he snarled lightly. Mike and Seth glanced at each other impatiently, and slightly nervous from the building anger of the one man. Carson rolled his eyes lightly, biting his tongue to keep him from smirking. Or possibly laughing. If only the man knew he really did have connections here, not just a coincidental association with the Agency.

"This isn't business. This is family," the stern tone returning to his voice.

Belle took a step forward, hoping to bring the male's attention to her, and said in a gentle voice,

"Mr. Carson is family to me, despite the formality I address him by. If anything, he's been a father to me and dear friend. I would accept being an Agent if you'd have me. I don't know of how much use I could be." Emerald hues glanced and saw the man's fist ball before unravelling.

"Tomorrow. Here. Greet Agent Jaysin Fraser. Have a lovely night." With that, he stormed right out of the room. She could've sworn if he had an aura, it was blazing a dark orange and fiery-red.

"See how you just have such a way with a man? Now if you applied--"

"I just saved you from a sore face. The man was about to give it to you. I'd appreciate if the meddling of my personal life be dropped," sighing lightly, she managed a smile. "All I want to do is get back to what I was doing before this night started."

He was hoping that after they trained him in the KOSA way, they would allow him to go after his sister, but that wasn’t the case. No, instead he was forced to attend training after training with Jaysin, and learned more than what he could have ever dreamed about regarding all the different supernatural entities the agency dealt with.  He didn’t mind the training, especially the more physical aspects of it, because that was what he was created for, but whenever there was classroom training, his mind couldn’t help but wander.  When were they going to go out and actually do some good? He wanted to make it up to the people that nearly died because of him, and felt absolutely useless just sitting around learning. Besides, he learned best while out on the job, but something told him that wasn’t about to happen.

I am so close to her, yet so far away… it’s almost like fate is laughing at me right now.

His injuries had long since healed, and as long as he didn’t tweak his side a certain way, the pain was completely gone.  The week had been a slight blur as they crammed as much as they could inside of his highly intelligent mind. Now, here he was lying in bed, trying to get the motivation to get up.  He was tired and very worried about his sibling because she should have been back by now, shouldn’t she?  Clambering out of the bed, he grabbed a quick shower, and set out to make his slightly long red hair obey his wishes with a bit of gel.  The front part dropped into his crimson eyes despite the attempts to keep that very thing from happening. At least the back and top managed to do as instructed, and for most of the day would be spiked out.  As he looked through his closet, Orion quickly realized he needed to go shopping because his choice in clothing was quite boring.  Pulling on a skin-tight black sleeveless shirt, and a pair of jeans, he let out a deep sigh while digging around for his black and red Nike shoes.  Finally finding them in the corner of the room, he slid them and his black letterman’s jacket on, adjusting the hood part to keep it from messing up his hair.

“Well… better report to Agent Jaysin before I wind up being late. Maybe today we’ll finally get an assignment or something.”

Jogging out of his room only after grabbing his necessary weapons and miscellaneous items, Callahan made his way towards the hall they had been instructed to meet at previously.  His stomach was growling, but due to waking up late, there wasn’t time to get food. That would have to come after the meeting at least that was what he was hoping.  It wasn’t long before he spotted her, and wound up leaning against the wall while awaiting their orders.  She didn’t seem to be in a good mood, but since this was pretty much how she had been acting the entire week, maybe it was just her personality? He didn’t know, and knew better than to ask.

"Right, listen up. I'm not here to put up with any crap so if you're going to give any, you can leave now."

That was nothing new that she hadn’t said since day one.  Glancing over towards Belle, he flashed the girl a quick smile, hoping it didn’t come off anything other than friendly, because that is how he meant it.  Wondering if the agent had anything else to say or if they were about to go into the training room again, Orion couldn’t help but release a deep sigh.  That was all he had been doing his entire life… training, and he was tired of it. Today was the day he was planning on asking if he could go after his sister, well if they didn’t give him an assignment that is.  Jaysin began talking once again it appeared they had an assignment after all.

Finally!

"Our first assignment is to go to a crime scene downtown. It's been noted that supernatural activity has been used down there. Something involving vampires. We've been called in to check it out. Now, follow me."

Eagerly following her along with the others, Orion couldn’t help but grin in excitement.  This was exactly what he had been waiting on since the first day he was brought into the agency.  It wasn’t long before they reached a few vehicles, and he slid inside of one of them, the rest of the group filing in immediately afterwards.  It was hard for him to sit still in the seat during the trip, but luckily it wasn’t a long one.  Practically leaping out of the car the moment it stopped, Orion followed everyone inside of the building, and listened to her instructions carefully.  So, he needed to look for anything that might indentify the culprits. That wasn’t highly exciting, but maybe something would happen to liven things up.  Splitting away from the group, Callahan moved around the crime scene careful not to mess anything up. He had run into vampires once or twice before, but things were never this gruesome.  Shaking his head as he knelt down, he tried to make sense out of everything. Perhaps the CCTV would help more than just looking at the scene.  Moving to where the CCTV room happened to be at, he made himself comfortable in a chair while one of the operators inserted the tape into a separate television.

Here’s hoping this is actually informative and not a waste of time… There is something familiar about all of this… but I can’t place why it’s familiar.