The pain had been there - had been excruciating - and then it had been gone and Jason was by her side, cradling her exhausted body. Jaysin tried to talk or say something. She wanted to know what was going on, what had happened but she was too exhausted - mentally and physically. Whatever had caused the pain was gone now and Jaysin was left to recover.

Of all the things she thought that was causing the pain, she never expected a spirit and so when Jason was explaining it to the medic, Jay's breath caught and a fresh panic was in her eyes. Having very little energy, it didn't last for long. She couldn't even stay tense. Despite the excruciating pain being gone, her body was aching, trying to recover from the ordeal it had gone through and her mind was trying to process what Jason was saying.

Before she knew it she was taken away. The medic ran some tests and they were waiting for the results now. Jaysin was attached to a drip to give her vital nutrients and liquids to rehydrate her. She was still really weak but all she was focused on was getting back out to Jason. She wanted to know what he'd seen and what had happened. Her mind was turning at all the different things his words could have meant.

Her worse nightmare had come true though. A demon had got inside her, causing herself to become paralysed a few years before. Now another thing had attached itself to her. She could deal with the supernatural. Give Jason and the team the information they needed. What she couldn't deal with was the supernatural coming into direct contact with her. They all seemed to want to cause her some kind of pain. One of her arms was suffering pins and needles, slowly getting it's feeling back, her other arm seemed to still be in a paralysed state. The medic had said though that it would most likely wear off.

A couple of hours later her test results came back clear but Jaysin needed to recover and rest for a few days. It might not have done any physical damage yet, but it had come close and her body needed the time to recover back to full strength. Unfortunately, Jaysin didn't want that. She wanted to get up and find Jason. Once her voice had found it's way back into her throat with her energy, she was arguing with the medics.

"I'm going to find my partner. I need answers."

"Agent Fraser, you need to rest. You'll do yourself more damage moving about."

"Half of my body is paralysed!" She snapped in frustration, "what more damage could I possibly do?" It was a rhetorical question.

"Please, Agent Fraser. This is for your own good." She told the agent.

Jaysin was having none of it though. She was still trying to find a way to get off the bed, but that was difficult with one arm under temporary paralysis and half her body rendered useless. "Help me into my chair. I want to go and find my partner." She ordered.

The medic shook her head. "We're under orders to keep you here."

"That's a lie. Who told you that?"

"Sargeant Chambers." The medic was lying, but she knew that Jason would want his partner there and that it was in Jaysin's best interest to stay in bed, not that she could go anywhere really.

When no one tried to help her Jaysin resigned, giving up for the moment. She would try and talk them into letting get out of the medic wing again shortly. If they wouldn't allow her to Jason, maybe they would let her move to her room so she could 'rest' aka search her books until she got some answers about what had attacked her. Jason had seen something and she wanted to know what it was. If it was some sort of spirit, it was likely that it would come back and attack her again.

And that thought sent pure fear traveling up her spine, threatening it's own paralysis of her body. Not long later, she was back to arguing with the medics and trying to get her exhausted body out of the bed while the medics tried to talk her out of what she was trying to do. Jaysin seemed to be having none of it though. Jason hadn't shown up yet and she wanted to get answers. If he wasn't coming to her, then she'd either go to him or go to her books.

It was dusk and Kain was leaving the mansion. The Garou elder of The Get of Fenris detected a disturbance in Gaia around London,The Wyrm has unleashed its evil stench.As Kain left the Get headquarters he transformed into his crinos form in the safety of the shadows. " Go to the country side and watch the vermin and see if they can lead us to the source of The Wyrm taint" echoed the elders orders in Kain's mind.
"I don't understand why I'm not free to just kill all these Wyrm infested scum, we should crush them whenever we get the chance.The source will reveal itself eventually til then justice should be served. "

Kain ran through the shadows and rooftops of London in his beast like state in order to reach the country side where the farmhouse these vampires stayed was under surveillance by one of his fellow garou. About two hours before sunset Kain reached his brethren on the high hill overlooking the desolate road and barn.

"Brother,the vermin rest inside while the wyrm possessed hounds pace around the building keeping watch" said his fellow garou.

"How long since someones left the building?"  asked Kain while he caught his breath.

 "About five hours ago a one of them came outside to feed the hounds,besides that they've been quiet" answered the garou.

Kain focused his incredibly enhanced vision on the farm and ask his fellow garou
"Have you noticed that?"

"Noticed what brother?"

"The symbols on the house, they are vampiric , go inform The Get" Kain said, eyes stilled focused on the house.

As his comrade left into the concealment of the countryside back towards the city, Kain felt uneasy.
 "What is this unsettling feeling, The Wyrm is highly active in that house. I can't allow these vermin to live but i cant go against the wishes of our elder." Kain sat there and watched the house when by the road, moving so silently and stealthy that he barely saw it if not by luck, was a man. He watched this man and noticed that he too closely watched the house.

"Who is this stranger and what is he doing out here spying on these vampires, Ill leave him be for now and see what he is up to, right now my only concern is waiting for these enemies of Gaia to make there move."

The two trained for hours, and she worked him on everything that he appeared to be lacking. In Schuyler’s mind, Orion was the baby of the two, and she really didn’t want him in KOSA. KOSA was dangerous and agents died all the time. She had nearly died several times, but that was something Orion would never know. Still, there was something that was pulling her to teach him everything so that he could defend himself.  He had a lot to learn, and obviously they weren’t going to cover everything in one session; even a session that was going on three hours.  He needed to understand how important it was to not only rely on himself to keep from dying, but the team as well.  That was something Chambers taught her a long time ago.

Need to find Jason later and apologize.

Shoving a few strands of her crimson hair out of the way, Schuyler rushed forward, attacking Orion relentlessly. He was getting better, and had more confidence than before, which made her surer that this was the right choice. Even if she had him kicked out, he had a knack of getting into trouble, and at least if he was with KOSA, he would have teammates to rely upon.  Grinning towards him, she backed off and let him get a drink of water. He was panting heavily, and sweat was coating every inch of his flesh, his upper body shirtless since it was far too hot to be wearing one.

“Alright, Orion, that’s enough for now. Go back to your room, shower, and relax. We’ll continue again later. Love ya’, bro!”  Smirking, Schuyler patted his back and grabbed her purse and anything else she had tossed off to the side.  Nodding, Orion grabbed his shirt, and his other items before heading with her through the rest of the gym.  The agents that were in there gave him an approving look after witnessing the two training for so long.  

“Love you too, Schuyler.  I’m going to make you and Jason proud of me, just you wait.”

“…Orion, I need you to promise me that you’re not going to do anything stupid anymore.  I know you want to make us proud, but it’s a dangerous world out there, more so for KOSA agents.  I didn’t want you in KOSA to begin with, which is why I never told you what I really did.  Please consider leaving and leading a safe life elsewhere.”

“Schuyler, you worry too much! It’ll be okay, I promise.I won’t do anything foolish, and won’t go out on jobs unless I’m with someone that can help back me up, okay?”

“…alright.”

The two parted ways, and both headed back to their rooms. Orion showered and redressed in a skin-tight black sleeveless shirt with a black and red unzipped hoodie letterman’s jacket over the top of it. The bottom of his lanky frame was covered in a pair of jeans, and black and red Nike’s adorned his feet.  He was hungry, and after locking his room, Callahan made his way towards the cafeteria. However, he took note of Jason heading out, obviously on a mission. Still wanting to prove himself to the man, he quickly made his way to Schuyler's car, temporarily borrowing it. Taking off after the man riding the bike, Orion didn't slow down until they reached a farmhouse. Holding back, he parked away from Jason, and slid out of the car, silently making his way towards the man, determined to help out without messing things up like last time.

Taking some cover among the crops surrounding the house, Jason sat watching the place. His abilities had quickly attuned his vision to get a much sharper glimpse of the house from a distance without resorting to any kind of magnifying device. It was also how he was so easily able to distinguish the subtle markings around the house that identified it as Sabbat territory. The wall prevented him from seeing very much of the first floor, and all of the windows were covered. He was able to pick out the occasional sounds of dogs, but something was certainly unusual about them. They didn’t sound like normal dogs, but he couldn’t tell what would have caused the difference.

After listening for a few more minutes, his memory caught up with him. He’d heard them before, but in an experience that was much more up close and personal. It was the same sound that Vykos’ hounds made during their mission in the Appalachians. His compound there had been set up in similar fashion- out in the middle of nowhere with high walls and patrolled by hounds that he had worked terrible flesh-crafting techniques on to make them stronger, faster, and much more vicious. Those dogs then had resembled Dobermans on steroids, if those steroids could also give them retractable spikes and a maw with fangs three times their normal size.

Jason’s blood ran cold as he thought of the possibility of Vykos being inside. The sudden sensation gave him pause; this was not how he wanted to confront the ancient vampire. His team was hastily assembled with no back-up on alert. No one in the Agency knew where they were, and two of his team members had never tangled with this particular threat before. Chen was no doubt a seasoned field professional, but Arthur was fresh. Chambers had no idea what kind of field experience the kid had, if any. This could quite possibly be a worst-case scenario for all of them.

He had to take the one advantage he saw though. The enemy didn’t know they were coming. Chambers’ abilities, aside from his legendary raging fists, were not fully known to the supernatural community. Very few people even within the Agency knew about his smoke trail tracking power, and those that did were mostly fellow Hunters. He’d taken care to stop his motorcycle a kilometer away and had walked in the ditch alongside the road until he was within 200 meters, at which time he had fallen back into the field, out of sight of any security cameras.

No doubt the building would have a surveillance system. Motion sensors and laser trip wires were almost a guarantee, but they would only be capable of watching things within the enclosure- wild animals would be roving outside in the fields far too often for them to reliably catch anything outside the walls. Most likely, there presence was still undetected. There would be at least one ghoul alert and watching the place, a human corrupted and bound to a vampire through blood, with powers similar to the leech that bound him, but nowhere nearly as strong. Vykos only had only employed two the last time they’d met, but if he were here, no doubt he would have beefed up his security measures. He had never utilized wraiths to do his dirty work back then, however, and that was the one clue that Jason clung to, hoping it meant there was another source pulling the strings within the farmhouse.

About five minutes later, Avoreth materialized next to him, along with a young blonde man Jason didn’t recognize. They were both well-armed, and had brought with them a large gym bag that no doubt contained the list of items Chambers had instructed the demon to pick up from his room.

"Special delivery,” the boy announced as he held out the bag, “you must be Jason."

“Aye,” Jason nodded as he took the bag, “and you would be Arthur. Av didn’t get a chance to tell me much about you. I certainly didn’t expect you both to arrive so abruptly.”

“Arthur holds a surprising amount of Faith,” Avoreth explained, looking at the house, “I was able to grant him quite a few powers, including teleportation.”

“That may come in handy if this goes south,” Jason replied as he dug through the bag, taking off his jacket to strap on a pair of steel bracers. “There are dogs again, I think the same ones that were back in Ohio.”

“So you think-”

“I don’t know,” Jason cut her off before she could ask the same question he’d been asking himself, “The markings are new, along with manipulating wraiths. I don’t know if he’s in there or not, but I want to plan for-”

A sudden rustling several meters behind them stopped him mid sentence. Jason immediately withdrew the massive revolver strapped to his thigh and put a finger to his lips. He strained to listen for any more sounds, but nothing came. Concerned they may have company, he began to weigh his options. The whole group sat very still, crouched among the cornstalks around them, waiting. Realizing it would be impossible to move silently towards the noise, Jason instead opted for a sudden charge, and barreled through the crops, charging toward the noise as quickly as he could, hoping to catch whatever it was off guard.

When he arrived at the site of the sound, however, he simply saw a pair of deer skittering off out of the field. His enhanced senses were tuned mostly towards supernatural signatures, so he relaxed when he realized it might have been difficult to hear any animals walking around them. The tension was thick, he wanted to get this operation started as soon as possible. Waiting gave their prey more time to discover them, and he was hoping to catch any vampires inside while they would be sleeping- before sunset, which was rapidly approaching. Chen hadn’t shown up yet, however, and so they would have to wait a bit longer.

A few minutes later, while Arthur and Avoreth briefed him on the other abilities the demon’s newest thrall had been granted, Jason had donned a pair of studded kneepads, a set of Dragonskin body armor, and was in the middle of replacing his studded gloves with a pair of cloth wraps soaked in oil. With vampires, fire was their worst enemy, and since he was capable of making himself immune to flame, lighting his hands on fire in conjunction with his usual powers would make them even more deadly. Avoreth herself was a fire manipulator, and that would be the focus of their assault. This would be a head-on hit, hard and fast. They would take them by surprise and use every advantage available.

Standing up, finally ready, Jason watched the house as the sun dipped lower towards the horizon. It was 1630, which meant they had roughly an hour and a half of sunlight left. As soon as Eli arrived, he would brief everyone on his proposed idea and they would move forward. He was loaded with four pistols, each carrying magazines full of incendiary rounds, in addition to his .500 Magnum revolver which he left full of silver. His utility belt carried several extra magazines throughout its length, as well as a pair of speed-loaders hanging from his left side. These were made for the tactical shotgun that hung from a one-point sling around his torso. The Keltec KSG was unique, in that it was a pump-action shotgun in a bullpup design, that is, it was loaded from behind the trigger mechanism. This allowed it a standard barrel length while keeping the overall weapon length remarkably short. It held two seven-round underbarrel magazine tubes, combined with the round he’d manually chambered to an impressive fifteen 12 gauge rounds. The speed loaders would allow him to fill each tube in just a few seconds rather than having to manually insert one shell at a time.

Underneath his jacket, his harness now included a relatively powerful magnetic panel on the back. This would allow him to place his shotgun out of the way when it wasn’t needed, without worrying about it bouncing around. There was also a sheath that carried a KOSA katana. These were standard issue throughout the organization, as they were made of a state-of-the-art silver-steel alloy that granted superior hardness, while still containing the deadly silver that would bring down lycanthropes. Jason didn’t anticipate going up against any shape-changers, but beheading a vampire was a quick, easy way to bring about Final Death. KOSA figured if they could include silver in the weapon without threatening its integrity, they would do so every time.

A few moments later, his cell phone vibrated. It was Eli.

“Don’t worry about where we are just yet,” he replied to Agent Chen’s query, “The three of us are going in first. I want to hit them hard and fast. As long as you have visual on the house, I want you to find a position you can easily snipe from, if you are so equipped. One hundred meters is fine, lay atop your car if you have to. I’ll need you to help pick off any hounds that try to attack us during the breach. I don’t have confirmation of how many are inside, but it’s safe to bet there are about a half-dozen dogs and at least one ghoul in addition to however many vampires are there. If things start to go pear-shaped early, don’t be afraid to get out quick. Vykos himself may be inside.”

Jason waited for that information to sink in. He didn’t know how up-to-speed Eli was, but it was a good bet he understood the gravity of that statement.

“The only reason I suspect this,” Chambers continued, “ is the dogs seem to be similar to those he had guarding his estate during my first encounter with him back in the States. They’ll shake off a lot of damage, like vampires can, but a few well-placed shots should still put them down.”

Chen didn’t comment, merely gave an affirmative reply and said he’d wait for them to start the action.

“I’m going to go in the front,” Jason turned to Avoreth and Arthur, “Arthur, I don’t know how often you can use that teleportation ability, but if you can, drop Avoreth at one back corner, and then you assault from the other. Try to find an entrance and blow it open. I want as much sunlight in this house as we can get while it’s still working for us. Subtlety is out on this one, there are too many security measures in place and I want to hit them before they see us coming, you copy?”

They both nodded, prompting Jason to pull out and attach a Bluetooth earpiece, with Chen still on the line.

“I’m gonna set up a conference call with all of you,” he told them, “since I didn’t grab a set of radios from the supply room. Utilize your headsets and maintain radio discipline while you’re on the line. I‘ll be Slayer 1, Richards is Slayer 2, Black is 3, and Chen will be 4.”

Avoreth and Arthur followed suit, answering the calls that added them to the conversation line. No other instruction was necessary. It was time.

Leaving the cornfield, Jason walked to the driveway and began heading towards the front gate. He knew as soon as he his boots hit the gravel path that anyone inside was most likely watching him. With his shotgun attached to the magnetic panel on his back, he started running towards the gate.

“Slayer 4, this is Slayer 1,” he instructed as he ran, “hit the latch.”

Chen’s weapon gave no audible signature, the only clue that something had been fired was the sound of a round striking the mechanism that held the gate closed. With the entrance no longer secure, Jason reached out and shoved with both arms, knocking the wrought iron open and allowing him a free path to the farmhouse’s front door. Immediately he heard the unnatural barking of the macabre beasts guarding the perimeter.

Trusting Chen’s covering sniper fire, Jason ignored the vicious hounds that were no doubt coming for him. His trust was rewarded with several pained whines from the beasts that rushed towards him. Knowing the capacity for damage that Vykos’ hellhounds were capable of, he assumed that though the beasts may be downed, they would be back up and after him in a few moments. Those few moments were all he needed to reach the door. Reaching around to the shotgun on his back as he ran, Jason brought the weapon to bear on the door’s bolt and shoved the barrel into the mechanism, pulling the trigger.

The resounding blast blew the lock off the door, having loaded a single breaching shell into the tube earlier. With ease, Chambers kicked in the door to find an empty front room with archways on his right and left that led to large, open rooms and a massive staircase in front of him.

“Slayer 2 and 3, this is Slayer 1. Go!”

Clearing a building usually required at least two shooters to cover each other as they worked through the rooms, but in this case, he would simply have to be extra cautious. In just a few seconds, an explosion rocked the building, announcing Black’s entrance as he no doubt utilized the M320 grenade launcher attached to his carbine to blast himself a hole.

With his weapon to bear in front of him, Jason took the room on his right, his pace fast, but cautious, as he made sure to cover every corner of the first large room he entered. A fireplace sat cold on the far end of what must have been an receiving room, made for entertaining. Past it, a broad archway led to the rest of the building. With his barrel trained in that direction, he started forward.

Popping around the corner of the archway, a figure suddenly appeared, aimed a pistol, and fired a salvo of rounds. One of them struck Chambers in the chest, his vest absorbing the round while he fired a shot of his own. The round flew, hitting the corner of the wall the target was using for cover and immediately covering it in a shower of flaming napalm. His brother had helped design these rounds for him before he’d even joined KOSA, and the organization had implemented the specialized napalm shells especially for jobs like this, taking on vampires.

Pumping another round in, Jason took cover behind a large couch, shielding him from his assailant. A quick roll brought him around to the other side, peeking behind the corner just as the gunman reached around again, sweeping his weapon across the room in search of its target. Chambers fired again quickly, catching the man in the chest and covering him with the same effect the wall had suffered. A scream cut through the echo of the blast as the ghoul fell to the ground, writhing in pain as the fire consumed him.

Quickly climbing to his feet, Jason ran forward as the flames began to grow, consuming the large area rug on the floor. A swift soccer kick to his disposed first opponent’s face with a steel-toed boot cut the painful cries short, and the body went limp. With the smell of burning flesh stinging his nostrils, Jason reported.

“Slayer 1 to all units, first room clear, one tango down.”

Continuing forward, Jason heard semi-automatic gunfire issuing from the far corner of the house. He began to wonder how Avoreth was fairing when he was answered by a hulking body flying through a boarded up window in front of him. It was one of the massive hellhounds, spikes protruding from its skin and its head turned completely around. A black tongue lolled between its teeth and its eyes were lifeless. Looking up from the body, Chambers saw Avoreth’s frame silhouette the hole she’d made as she climbed through.

“Slayer 2 and 3, this is Slayer 1,” he spoke into the earpiece even though his demon stood before him, “clear and hold the first floor. I’m going to search the upstairs. I have a feeling our hosts are most likely in the basement. If you find the entrance to it, hold it and wait for me if you can. Slayer 4, if your comfortable that the perimeter is secure, you’re clear to move in. I trust you to use your best judgment.”

With that said, Jason returned to the front hall, aiming his weapon up the stairs. Hugging the wall, he began his ascent. At the top, a hallway opened up and went around to the right. After a few meters, he was met with a hail of fully automatic gunfire. Hearing the submachine gun open up, Chambers immediately dropped, firing several rounds in return that only served to light the walls and ceiling ablaze.

“Contact upstairs!” Jason yelled across the line as he scrambled to his feet and continued up the stairs, pumping and firing as he moved to keep the shooter pinned down. Each round he spent serving to spread the conflagration. Hunched to present a smaller target, he charged the rest of the way towards the flames. Around the corner down the hall, a weapon sprayed blindly, showering the walls with bullets. Clinging to the wall the bullets hailed from, the KOSA veteran began sidestepping. Switching his shotgun to his left hand, he withdrew one of his .45’s from its holster across his chest and held it towards the corner, daring his foe to pop out again.

Once more the weapon’s barrel peeked around the corner, but nothing more, firing another volley of rounds blindly in his direction. Dropping to the ground, he executed a combat roll diagonal from the shooter even as his vest took a pair of rounds. From a new angle he was able to glimpse the shooter’s arm and fired off three rounds from his pistol, catching the hand with a round. The automatic weapon fell to the ground with a clatter as its owner withdrew his arm, swearing in pain. Taking the opportunity, Jason flung the shotgun over his shoulder and sprang from his crouched position. Firing as he charged, Chambers caught the target twice more in the torso even as his foe was drawing a secondary weapon with his uninjured hand.

This one wouldn’t go down, however, and Jason reached out, grabbing the armed hand as it came to bear. A quick jerk sent two rounds careening past his head, digging into the plaster of the walls. Now at point blank range, Chambers’ pistol dug into the target’s throat and roared, ripping through the soft flesh and splattering his face with blood.

With a second casualty to his credit, the enraged Hunter dropped the body and holstered his pistol, reclaiming his shotgun as he made his way down the hallway. A series of rooms opened up on the left, revealing several bedrooms as well as what must have been the security center, with monitors revealing scenes from outside. On the screens he could see the flames beginning to lick up the outside walls and several dead hellhounds in the yard. Avoreth was using her pyrokinetic powers to escalate the blaze, helping to consume the building.

No further targets presented themselves, and Jason took the brief pause to reload his shotgun’s empty left tube magazine with seven more rounds, dropping the empty speed-loader behind him.

“Slayer 1 to all units,” he called out over the line, “second floor clear, one more tango down. Status report.”

“Slayer 2 up,” Avoreth replied, “First floor clear, two tangos down. ”

Jason’s chest heaved as he headed down the stairs, awaiting reports from the others. The flames were rising, and Chambers knew it wouldn’t be long before he would have to activate his Fireproof edge to keep himself in the fight without being burned. He could only imagine what would await them beneath the first floor.

The sun was setting fast and Kain was growing bored. The house appeared dead from his position, except for the few hounds that paced the walls. His mind was still contemplating whether to just go in and kill the helpers of The Wyrm or follow the orders of the mighty elder. If indeed there were vampires inside, his own personal vendetta for the death of his brother would be more than enough cause for him to attack.

“I should be allowed to go in and kill those fuckers for the sake of Gaia, but if  I disobey my orders I could lose my status within the tribe”

While Kain argued with himself a small black car rolled up the street and shut of its headlights about 200 meters away from the farmhouse on the empty road.

“What the fuck is this?” Kain thought to himself.

Out of the car appeared a young human with what appeared to be tactical wear, in his hands was a case. In seconds he pulled  pieces of what seemed to be a rifle and put it together while simultaneously positioning himself. He took aim toward the house and was then still.

“Two humans now watch this house, plotting to attack it, what should I do?”

Not moments later, the gate to the farmhouse was shot open while the first human came out of the crops running through it. The sniper by the car was taking out the hounds while they lunged at the shotgun wielding human. 

“What accuracy, this is truly fucking amazing, I must move closer”

Seconds later an explosion at the rear of the house caught Kain’s attention.

“What the heck is happening in that house, I have to go in”

The human by the car was packing up his rifle . Gunfire was coming through the windows on the second floor of the farmhouse and the bottom floor seemed to be on fire. Kain had had enough and ran out of his surveillance site towards the house, he was about 300 meters away ,but would be there in a matter of minutes. He activated the Gift of Helios and becoming fire resistant and his razor claw ability, who knows what awaited in that house. While running towards the house he thought about the humans, they must have sensed the evil in that farmhouse. Truly they were children of Gaia and were no enemies to The Get, he only hopes they understand that as well. He had taken that chance and there was no turning back now.

“Followers of The Wyrm will die today, Gaia be with me”

The Tzimisce clan were very picky about those that waited on them and dirtied their hands for them. In the mid 1500’s they hand-selected several stocks of human lineage that they thought displayed the proper attributes instrumental in the Tzimisce’s unique dealings. These families were well-taken care of by their Kindred benefactors, all quietly behind the scenes, allowing their success to stay below the radar of society, while ensuring they would always be in a position of usefulness. Blood-bonds were very common among these servants, to instill a sense of loyalty to their masters. Even today, these families were ever connected to the clan.

Daniel Brubaker had been a blood-bonded ghoul of Sacha’s for over a decade, serving it- as Vykos had long ago no longer affiliated itself as male or female- faithfully in exchange for the inhuman abilities he was granted and the privileged lifestyle he was able to lead. He had been appointed caretaker of an estate in Cudham, a rural town outside of London that Vykos had employed as a kind of safe house, to be used mostly by the Sabbat in the region when they were doing its bidding. As it was now, the house was host to several vampires under its employ, and Brubaker had been instructed to grant them whatever they needed in their work.

He and several other ghouls watched over their sleeping charges during the daytime, while they were vulnerable. Their work lately had involved the KOSA, which had only recently come on their radar, as it was their agents that had thwarted the work of Daniel’s master almost six months ago. So far, they had gone undisturbed, but that had suddenly changed on an idle Friday evening, when the house‘s wide-viewing security cameras picked up several vehicles approaching the farmhouse.

Despite an utter loathing for modern technology, its usefulness outweighed the extent to which Sacha Vykos would have to stretch itself. A simple set of prepaid cellular phones was much simpler way of instant communication than it had been forced to rely upon in the past to maintain contact with its servants. As soon as the second car had pulled up, following a man on a motorcycle, Daniel pressed the speed dial button that would connect him to his master.

“Yes?” Vykos silky voice inquired as the caller ID alerted it to who was calling.

“We have a situation, my lord.” Daniel explained even as the lanky 34-year old was walking down the stairs from the security room he had manned with another servant. He had already armed himself an H&K MP7 submachine gun and a flak jacket from the arms locker in the same room.

“Do tell…”

“Several men have parked on the side of the road outside the house. One of them, I believe, is Jason Chambers. I don’t know how they found us, but I have a bad feeling about their presence here.”

“Get out of the house through the basement tunnel,” Vykos instructed, “While you’re down there, release our guard dogs. With any luck, whatever damage these men do will be counter-balanced by their destruction. The house and its occupants are, regrettably, expendable. You have served me loyally, however, and I feel you would continue to be of more use to me alive than making a final stand there. Chambers is dangerous, and we will have to find another base for any further operations.”

“Yes, my lord.”

With that, Daniel ended the call and turned to one of the other house’s guards.

“Kill them,” were his only instructions before opening the secret armored panel in the dining room that led down a flight of stairs to the cement basement beneath the house. Down below, several Sabbat kindred slept, as did a pair of unique fail-safes Vykos kept for such emergencies. Daniel reached into his pocket and opened one of several cages with a set of keys. Inside, two men slept on the floor, their bodies naked and thin. They were kept at an unhealthy level of starvation, insuring their hunger and natural lust for blood would make them as aggressive a killer as they were meant to be.

“We have been discovered,” the golden-haired servant explained, “You may have some playmates coming down these stairs. Do with them as you please.”

The gaunt men picked themselves up slowly from the ground, a demented grin carving a gash in each face that spoke of horrendous sadism in and of itself. They gazed hungrily at the man before them, six feet and one hundred and ninety pounds of flesh ripe for the chewing. Fortunately for Daniel, Vykos’ Domination upon them prevented them from attacking anyone under the house’s refuge. Immediately, they released their hideous forms, transforming into nine-foot tall slavering monsters covered in black fur, with giant wolf-like heads sitting atop their muscular bodies. Claws extended from their fingers and jagged fangs grew from their maws. Very few creatures in the supernatural world were capable of violence like a Black Spiral Dancer.

As he traversed the basement, Daniel set about awakening the seven Kindred asleep below the building. With each one he passed along the same message.

“We’ve been discovered. The sun is still up for another hour. I have released the Dancers. Agents of KOSA are about to breach the upstairs. If they reach here, make sure they suffer.”

Each vampire smiled wickedly to themselves as they prepared to greet their guests. With all the preparations made, Daniel left through the underground tunnel. Its exit was made to look like the rest of the ground around it, covered in dirt in the middle of the field. He lifted it open silently, aware that enemies lurked outside the safe house’s walls.

His discretion was fitting, as he saw a slight man with bright red hair standing with his back towards him in the field as he came up. It would do no good for him to open fire, unfortunately, not with other enemies so close. He would only go unseen for a moment, however, as the KOSA agent somehow sensed him and began to whirl around, reaching for his weapon.

While the abilities granted to a ghoul were not on par with those of their masters, they were still considerably faster and stronger than a human’s. With unnatural speed and strength, Daniel shot from the entrance like an arrow, tackling the red-haired agent before he could turn to face him. Behind him, the sudden noise startled a pair of deer in the field, who bolted towards the road.

With one hand over the man’s mouth and the other restraining his gun-hand, Brubaker lifted the human off the ground, carrying him with the force of his tackle. Continuing to use the enhanced speed and strength Vykos had blessed him with, he hauled the smaller agent to the ditch near the road and slammed him down there, forcing the breath from his body. With his opponent unable to scream, Daniel released the hold over his mouth. Using his knee to pin down one arm and continuing to hold the other, he rained down several sharp blows to the man’s temple.

The ferocity and suddenness with which the ghoul had assaulted the agent was overwhelming, and Brubaker reached for the knife at his side to dispatch the man and finish the job. An epiphany stayed his hand at the last minute, and he smiled at how pleased his master would be if he delivered to it an agent of KOSA still breathing.

Working quickly, while the smaller man was still unconscious, Daniel stripped the redhead of his weapons and cell phone, as well as the contents of his pockets before carrying him towards the vehicle he’d arrived in. There, he opened the door and popped the trunk, depositing his cargo inside. A set of jumper cables present themselves as a fine set of restraints, and, coupled with the sling to his weapon, he hog-tied the unconscious agent there.

One more sharp blow to the temple as the man’s eyes began to flutter to consciousness prevented him from waking up before the job was finished. Satisfied with his handiwork, Daniel quietly closed the trunk and walked towards the driver’s door. Shifting the vehicle into neutral, it was simple for him to push it the length of the road to an intersection two hundred and fifty yards from the house. Once there, he started the engine and drove off, heading for his master’s mansion with a wicked smile on his face as he imagined Vykos’ reaction to his gift.

The gunshots rang throughout the house. Kain had entered the building, deciding it would be best to tread about in human form while he followed the noise. He didn’t exactly know what he would do once he reached the source but felt compelled to see what was going on. There were bullet holes in the farm house walls and the torn up furniture. The stench of blood was all around combined with burning flesh. He moved about as stealthy as he could till he reached a set of stairs. From up top he heard footsteps coming down. He took a couple steps back towards the wall and prepared to turn into crinos form and fight the moment the stranger appeared. He froze at the sight of what he saw, it was the human, smelling of gunpowder and sweat, a shotgun in hand.

“Who the fuck are you?” the human said as he pointed his shotgun at Kain’s head.

“ I am Kain of the Get of Fenris, We have been pulling surveillance on this house for about 6 days. Why are you here? This is no place for humans.”

No sooner the human was in front of him, looking at him dead in the eyes.

“Where are your clothes?” he spoke.

Kain ignored him and stated again “Why are you here?”

Nervous whispers and shifting gazes rested at one another before resting back upon Belle. Anger was one of the emotions she rarely felt, and when she did, she was like a child in a crazed tantrum. Except when it boiled around in her for awhile, a defined goal was set and a plan was set in motion. Inside jade eyes, you can see everything being connected and plotted. The wheels were definitely turning. There were a lot of things within KOSA's training she has learned that will play a major part to her advantage in these plans.

"Agent DuOmbre, I'm sorry we had to bring you the news."

"Oh, believe me. I am not," she smiled, and while it remained the normal crisp sweet, there was a sadistic quirk to it. She raised from the chair with a stretch. "Is that all?"

"Well, yes—"

"Good. I must be on my way. I'm taking a personal leave, if you can understand that. Though this just may fall into KOSA's lap regardless because I know my father can't be the only one."

"That's understandable, but we are aware of your reputation before your joining of the force.. the not so sweet one."

"Well, I'm sorry if you thought I was entirely perfect." Belle sighed in a dramatic exasperation. "Though I'm not. I do have history and I do have experience. Things I'm just damn good at in the proper mindset. Now if we're all done here, I have my own personal mission to set out on."


"You're going to go without back up? You know you're still a new KOSA member and do not have privileges to lead a mission team. Especially one that's just the tip of the iceberg for now."

"If ya can think of someone who can be of use to me, I'll be glad to tag them along. After reviewing their file, o'course. Just have someone bring me a couple files by my room later on, but remember this is of my personal leave. Not having to do with KOSA, yet. I would prefer someone knowing a thing or to about the Fae, though. I would hate to go into something unprepared and getting royally fucked." Anger gave her this slight accent she was never aware she fell into, as well as her vulgar vocabulary compared to the norm, but she quickly pivoted on the heel of her sneakers. The adrenaline of the emotion was evident in all her strong motions as she left the room and slammed the door behind her.


The wind blew harshly around her as Belle stood beside the vehicle which would take her to the plane and then to her first destination: Central America. It was there she would try to find a Water Fae, which shouldn't be too difficult. She dug up some of her own research the last couple of days as she packed from KOSA's extended library available to all agents. One of the agents from personnel informed her that there was one agent who they could send, and this agent arrived right on time. She stuffed her information that she copied from the library beneath the copy of the agent's profile. Fingers flipped it open and maintained it so it didn't blow away.

Name: Isra Sawyer
Years in the Agency: 7
Race: Human psyche
Age: 23
Height: 5'4
Weight: 128lbs


"Like what you see?" Belle assumed Isra is who spoke. It was a mere glance at the profile before looking up and being caught investigating the female's profile. She had fiery wavy hair that fell with life down her back and plunging deep ocean blue hues. She was shorter than Belle by only a few inches, but she was definitely more athletically built than Belle who was petite. Though training had her toned for the field. She could always do more extensive training for preparation of the field, but there was no time for such. Isra wore a black sleeveless turtleneck with a comfortable pair of athletic training pants. From a glance it'd look like just normal skin tight pants, but these were made to be flexible in more ways than one. She was assorted with holsters that held various weaponry. Not a lot of silver which is what Belle has seen as most common. Most of Belle's weaponry was concealed but easily and timelessly able to pull out, and a lot of it was silver.

"How much do you know about the Fae?" Belle inquired.

"Enough to ask you this: Do you really know where you are going or what you're getting yourself into?"

"As far as I'm concerned, they brought me into this. I was going on a visit to Central America to meet and greet a Water Fae from the Seelie Court. I read that they are more found during Twilight. Water Fae are peaceful, that I can be sure of, and if I meet one from the Seelie Court—"

"Now just remember. Typically all from the Seelie Court are nice and kind, and typically all from the Unseelie Court are menacing, but there is always an exception to the rule. I see you are not carrying anything with iron. We need to change that. Iron is deathly to the Fae." Belle nodded this lightly, she had not gotten that far into reading any combat with a Fae. She would have to remind herself that the pretty little fairy in Peter Pan and the fairy in other books aren't all sugar, spice, and everything nice. They had her father, goddamnit, and more than likely others.

"No worries! I brought more just in case. Agent Simmons said you didn't know a lot about Fairies. Oh boy, I'm glad I packed." Isra extended a trowel. Belle blinked lightly before taking it. As if reading Belle's confusion, she answered. "An Iron trowel. Just smack that badboy with it and he'll stay down." She began digging around in her bag a bit and handed Belle a bottle spray.

"Iron spray," she answered again. Belle fixed this into some of the holsters she had silver weaponry in. She would place this in her own bag of equipment in the car before climbing in herself. The other female followed in suit.

"Though to give you some credit, Central America and dealing with the Water Fae was a smart way to go about it. The Seelie Court usually dances about Twilight, and if it's raining, which is definitely possible, they'll be drawn out. They are slave to the sight and sound of water. Though they will know of our arrival. We do have a distinct odor, but with my abilities we should be able to find them and hopefully they won't feel too mischievous. That's just a common characteristic with Fae's themselves. They like to play. Some play mean."