A Taste of Freedom (Vamp/Were SemiLit/ Lit +)

Ooc: oh yes I shall. =P but he's a werewolf this time, not a vamp. Which is a first. =)
Sooo, seeing as how everyone who joined besides Yakumo is online, I think now would be a good time to get this thing rolling. I'll post the first intro, and you guys can follow up after you get the gist of the situation.

OOC: Sounds good =]

Ooc: awe Movie left... oh wells she'll return!
btw the hunter wont appear for a bit, he's more of a little later on thing...
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Nethrose Ontanniett was a tall man, muscular, pale skinned, and with a metabolism that clearly told you it was set really high or he just didn't eat. Unfortunately it was currently a mixture of both, the lap was disappearing behind him as he ran through the woods that protected it from the critical eye, beside him was the just as stressed werewolf he'd managed to flee with, and behind him the scientist that had helped them escape, and, despite the over whelming desire to flee at full speed and never return to such a horrid place, he couldn't bring himself to be so cruel to abandon the man that had saved their lives. Well, sort of, he'd saved them from an eternity of suffering, though their lives themselves were physically unharmed. He stopped again, shirt-less chest heaving despite the fact vampires didn't need air. It was the adrenaline that made him pant. "Come on," his rusty voice encouraged. Both vampires and werewolves were far faster than humans, so he wasn't surprised the mortal was falling behind, and Nethrose was only doing a mere jog in comparison to what he was... or used o be capable of. Honestly though, since being in the lab, his strength had sunk in doubles, he got tired quickly, he was starving, and though the mortal looked good, once again, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He never thought he'd ever be paired with such odd companions, something easily called prey, and another a competitive race hated by his kind. Even know the stink of the wolf crawled up his nose, and he'd shuddered more than once. Though he'd been snarled at from his cage that he smelled like a corpse, so he supposed it was the same either way you looked at it. He clawed lightly at the piece of fabric wrapped around the top of his upper left arm, a tattoo the mortal had given him after they'd first caught and sedated him, it was black lettering easily decoded MV #19985. In Other words Male Vampire number 19985. It was a big number, and sadly it was a correct one. Many vampires had perished in that establishment, and though currently there was only under 50 vampires there, the number told him how many the building had seen before him. He still wore the black pants supplied to all male subjects, regular slacks. His eyes were a bright red, because he was hungry, his real eye colour was a dark shade of blue. He would be bathed in surgical scares if he weren't a vampire, capable of extraordinary healing that made his skin looked undamaged, and sadly it was when a vampire's healing finally started to slow that they finally fed you. But that was just him, only for a couple years did they do that, to study a vampires healing. The meals vampires were given was the blood of a cow, and every other bit was given to the wolves. Not one farm animal was wasted there, unfortunately animal blood wasn't satisfying, it was only enough to keep you healthy, and that was what they wanted. He continued to pant as he waited for the scientist to catch up. He could still hear the blaring sirens in the distance, signalling a mournful high pitched cry telling of their escape, and it was almost drowned out by the brawn of the establishment, hunters. Ones trained for both vampire and werewolf, and despite them all being human, they were extremely dangerous. They had wolves of their own, unfortunately the poor souls had been given something that had completely prevented their ever becoming human again, they were far stronger, and far more honed than any dog, and none even remembered being human anymore. Another sharp howl was enough to make Nethrose tense and trot off again, they needed to get somewhere public, where the hunters couldn't shoot or bring their dark hounds. Despite his gratefulness to the scientist, he was beginning to get irritated with their speed, like walking out of jail. He didn't like it...

Keith took a ragged breath, his heart was pounding, his head hurt and he was starved. He shook his head and frowned, focusing on the ragged burning in his lungs and the feel of dirt beneath his bare feet. His chest was bare, glistening with presperation as he ran. Damn, he couldn't believe how easily exhausted he was. He had never used to get this tired, but years being held in a facility had destroyed his stamina. Keith was tall, standing well over six feet. He had a solid build, muscular, though lack of working out had made them rather slack. He had dark hair and eyes, which were currently burning in anger and hunger. Keith glanced behind him, hearing the ragged, pained breathing of one of the only people he knew and somewhat trusted. The human scientist that had saved him and the vampire who was running in front of him. What a day, he was with a vampire, a freaking vampire, his pack would flip if they ever found out he was with a vampire. The human, the human he didn't care so much about, he wasn't all about the whole, eating human things, that wasn't his style. He shook his head, rising a tan arm to wipe sweat from his eyes, lucky vampire, they didn't sweat. He winced, covering sensitive ears as he heard sirens blaring behind him. His anxiety hightened and he felt a strange tug in him. His wolf, suddenly there was a loud shredding of clothes, and a huge, dark brown wolf was standing, nay, running where Keith had been. Keith was a werewolf, which made being with a vampire was totaly agaisnt his nature. Werewolves only were able to shift on full moons, or when they're emotional states were hightened, emotions such as anger, fear, saddness, love, anxeity. He tucked his tail behind him, stepping up the pace, he'd be exahusted as hell once he turned back, being in this form was exahusting, and he doubted he'd be able to turn back, safely, until he rested and fed.

Sara sighed, she had been looking for her brother for so long it was almost becoming pointless. Delicate hands shoved deep in jean pockets clenched, her scowl hightening. The gorgeous female vampire had managed to not get caught, thanks to her brother, Nethrose, when the humans, scientists, whatever, had raided their coven. Everyone else was gone, and she was alone now. She sighed, rubbing a hand through her dark hair, green eyes flashing. She had stayed in the same area for years, rare for vampires considering that they were nomadic. She had stayed where the coven had used to be, in hopes that maybe her brother would return, maybe. She sighed, she missed him deeply, considering that for all of her life, which was rather long, she had relied on him, and then, one day he was gone, and she was alone. She glanced up, staring at the dark sky, cursing every god she knew for a moment, before checking the time on her phone. She had one out of necessity, not that she had friends to call. She bit her lip, she should have hunted, but she had been neglecting food for a long time, and her green eyes were tinged red.
"Whoops" She murmured, her voice a harsh whisper, betraying lack of use. She didn't talk, didn't have friends, just wandered, aimlessly. She was a shadow of her former self. Sara had used to be outgoing, upbeat, fun, now she was angry, alone, and anti-social. She pulled a key from her pocket, heading towards the abandoned house she had been staying in. Opening the door, she kicked it shut behind her, cursing under her breath before going into the basement. It was safer there.

ooc: sorry, I'm here now! Let me get my itouch cause my laptop is about to die....and then I'll post! (Plus sorry if my post ends up short because I can't tell how long things are on my itouch =P)

A young looking man at the age of 20 was practically running for his life within the trees. He was sweating like mad at this point and his heart was throbbing. "Those two are gonna bloodly kill me," he panted under his breath as he tried to keep up to the two in front of him. He had been an intern at the lab not too far off. He had no idea what he was getting into of course when he first joined up. All that he knew was that he was getting paid to do what he was getting his degree in, science. He thought maybe he'd get to work on crime work in America while he was there, but no. He was stuck with those bloodly mythical things he was still chasing after. He knew the two weren't going fast for their type, but he had been practically sprinting for the last ten minutes and it was really starting to show. He could hear the sirens off in the distance and knew they were probably going to get caught at one point of another. Why did he have to be so soft and just let them off the hook? He hadn't done so to the other three he had been assigned to. But he guessed it was because he couldn't take it anymore. Most of the others didn't see them as actual people, but he did in a sense. They were just like him...well with some extra stuff however. He had dropped off his lab jacket a few mintues ago, tossing it carelessly somewhere. It was probably the stupidest move he had made since helping these two escape. It had his badge on it, and once the hunters found it they'd find his scent. He just saved them maybe an hour of work or so. They'd figure out it was him anyway who had gone. He was wearing a pair of slightly baggy dark black jeans and a White polo long-sleeved shirt and black tie. He had been at work after all. His hair was medium-brown, shortish length, fair skined, and had light brown eyes. He was fairly built, not too strong though, nothing compared to the vampire and werewolf in front of him. "Maybe you two should go on without me. I got you out and I'm just slowing you down." He said fairly loudly with many pauses as he panted. He couldn't do anything else to help then, he'd just somehow find a way to get back to England before he got caught and put in a loony-bin.

Keith turned, seeing the human, panting heavily. He growled when the man said that they should leave him behind. Slowing his own pace, he dropped behind the human, nudging him sharply with his nose. He couldn't risk turning into a human, it would totally exahust him and he'd probably just pass out in the woods. He continued to nudge the human, making the point that they wouldn;t be leaving him, not after all he had done for them. Growling, in an almost exasperated tone, he nipped at the man, maybe he could drag him, or carry him. He was roughly the size of a small pony, so he could most definately hold his weight. There, plan, he nudged his way between the human's legs, flipping the man onto his back. He winced, damn, he was not strong enough for this, but now they could go faster. He whined sharply, trying to get the vampire's attention as he sped up, mentally he hoped the human decided to hold on, or else he'd slip off. He sighed, heaving breaths in as he began to hurry up, Nethrose had been mumbling about looking for someone, not that Keith cared, all he really wanted was to get back to his pack, but he had no idea where they were, and until he was sure he wasn't be chased, he'd have to stick with these two. He inhaled deeply, trying to keep his breathing even when all he wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep, though he doubted anyone would appreciate that right now.

Sara sighed, curling up on the dark couch in the basement, sniffling as fresh tears spilled over her cheeks. Each day was worse then the last, she missed her brother, her family so much, she just wanted it back the way it was. Wiping the tears away, she grabbed a ratty old blanket, Nethrose's and wrapped it around herself, trying to stop the painful memories. Wiping her eyes again, she sighed, inhaling the scent on the blanket, it was all she had left, and she needed to be close to her brother, and since this was the only way to do so, she did this every day. The female vampiress sighed, curling on her side, just lying there listlessly, hoping that maybe, something would happen to make her life just a little bit better.

Nethrose watched the werewolf change and shuddered it was something he'd seen more then once of course, he just thought it unnatural, it creeped him out quite frankly. The idea of your whole insides crunching about to fit a certain form, to grow fur at that rate, he shuddered again, but was relieved as he saw the werewolf's actions on the scientist. Finally they could run properly. He bolted sharply, letting his fleeting instincts take over. He made sure to let the wolf control the pace however, because he was carrying a passenger on his back. He was more than glad they had gone faster, and finally he could hear the noise of the dark hounds fading, the shouts of men already faded down under their wolves' howls. They were finally making good distance, they make it! Unfortunately however, getting away was not Nethrose's only concern, he needed to find his sister, and he needed to find shelter before dawn. The idea of escaping only to burn into dust by the light of the sun was most unappealing. He continued to pant, though not nearly as bad as the wolf was or the mortal. In fact, he really shouldn't be breathing at all compared to the aches of a living body they were no doubt having to deal with. Nethrose could run forever...well, until dawn, and until he became to hungry, and in turn to weak. He was weak now, and he was starved. Escaping had meant missing his weekly meal, so he was in terrible condition. The wolves of course, were fed more than once a week, and he was sure the scientists rotated feeding for vampires to support that. From what he'd seen, the wolves had been fed at least three times a week, because they were alive, and unlike vampires, they didn't live if you just stopped feeding them. Not that he enjoyed being fed either, it was basically a large needle to the arm or wrist, force feeding thanks to their experience to one vampire who had decided he didn't want to eat anymore. Their environment had been incredibly controlled. But there was no controlled environment anymore, he could go wherever he wanted, eat whenever he wanted. He was free, they all were. Of course he didn't trust the wolf, but there was time to snarl about that later. They needed a place to stop, to hide. He could tell the wolf wouldn't last long with all the running and lack of nutrition, and his clock was ticking on the whole sunlight thing, it was roughly about 4 o'clock already and dawn would come around seven. They just needed to make it into town, he guessed. If they made it to town they could find a hotel room. It would be public and safe, and he could crawl into a closet or something.

Keith's laboured breathing was becoming more and more obvious. Charlie, the scientist was muttering under his breath, probably praying, not that he blamed him, it wasn't everyday a werewolf allowed someone onto their back. He sighed, pushing himself a little harder, from living with the vampires, he knew they couldn't stand sunlight, and he had no wish to see the vampire next to him spontaniously combust or something. He flicked his tail, town, they needed to get to town, though it would be hard to just burst into a city as a giant wolf, maybe they could find an abandoned house or something. He couldn't shift back until he fed and rested, and he doubted any hotel would willingly allow a giant, oversized, dangerous looking 'dog' inside. His ears flicked forward as he caught the sound of the city, pouring out the speed, he heaved a sigh of relief as the broke through the forest and onto a deserted side walk. Slowing his faltering steps, his legs shuddered and he looked at Nethrose, glancing around. His nose burned with the scent of a fresh vampire, and instinctively he growled, it was an unfamiliar yet, somehow familiar scent. Almost like Nethrose, just different. He glanced at the vampire, he looked stressed, not that he blamed him, they were all stressed. He shuddered once more, sitting down, letting Charlie slide down his back, he couldn't carry him anymore. Glancing around, it took all of his willpower to force himself back to his feet, when all he wanted to do was curl up on the sidewalk and sleep. He sighed, looking at the vampire, he wished he could communicate with them, tell them his needs, but he had no voice in this body, well, to others of his kind he did, but not to two leggeds. He stretched out, shaking out his thick fur. A few tufts of fur fell from his thick coat, which was probably due to lack of care, he really needed to groom. He hadn't had a chance in the lab, it was to hard. He glanced up, narrowing his eyes as a stumbling figure approached them, slowly. Maybe a drunk? He growled lowly in the back of his throat, his nose was to shot to actually identify what it was, but from the drunken stumbling, he was assuming human. He felt the hackles on the back of his neck rise, and his tail rose threateningly.

Sara sighed, checking the time again. Two hours till sunrise, maybe she should go hunt? Frowning, she kept her blanket clutched around her. She was a social vampire, or had been, and being alone for so long was taking a serious toll on her mental health and even her physical. Sighing, she pushed her way upstairs, opening the door to the house. She lived on the outskirts of the city, by the forest in a condemmed house. No one came here, not even the scientists, they figured vampires had better taste, and normally they did, she just didn't care anymore. Rubbing her eyes, she stumbled down the steps. Maybe she should just let the sun rise with her sitting here. She'd be gone, but she wouldn't be alone anymore. Sighing, she shook her head, not until she knew her brother was okay. Walking slowly down the steps, her tight shirt was tattered, her wrists were abused, indicating that she had been biting at them, which was a sign of depression, her jeans torn and she looked almost insane. She walked slowly, stumbling though she paused when she saw three figures in the distance. Two humans and a huge dog, she frowned, feeling her sharp fangs slipping down in anticipation. She didn't bother to scent the air, there was no point, she didn't care anymore. She paused as the dog got aggressive, but she didn't really care, it couldn't hurt her. Stumbling forward again, she closed her eyes, laughing to herself, She was definately losing it, but she could swear something smelt like her brother.

Charlie gave a slight sigh of relief when he was finally off of the werewolf's back. He wasn't sure if he was really breathing well anymore though. He was breathing very heavily and had been muttering things to himself whilst on the werewolf's back. He didn't even know what to call the two. It's not like he knew their names. He just knew their numbers, and he deffinately didn't want to do that. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead as he was beginning to breath more normally again. He looked around not knowing where he was exactly. It was dark out, but he checked his watch seeing it was going to be morning soon. They'd need to get out of here soon if the vampire wanted to keep alive. It would be rather sad if he was able to escape and then die. He wasn't sure what was going to happen to himself though. He'd have to leave the two sooner or later, and when he did he would probably get in a lot of trouble from the lab. Speaking of which all of his things were still there, how was he supposed to change his clothes or anything? He shrugged it off deciding that more important things were at hand. "What exactly should we do then?" he asked looking around, but that's when he spotted someone in the distance. He stood back behind the other two, not knowing what to do. He thought that maybe it was just another person, but at the level of exhaustion(sp?) he was in, he couldn't take the risk.

ooc: bleck, writer's block

Nethrose watched the scientist slide from the wolf's back. By this point the werewolf was obviously exhausted, and like the scientist, he didn't know either of their names. He hadn't seen the werewolf's number, so lately, when ever he spoke to the wolf, that was exactly what he called him, wolf. As the wolf snarled through panting breaths. Nethrose lifted his head to see a stumbling girl, and the familiar scent hit him in pure relief. Despite his exhaustion, he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around his sister and gasping in relief tat he'd found her so easily, she hadn't moved from where they'd been separated, but she hadn't been taken either... "I'm so glad to see you Sara," he breathed. She was thin he could tell under the hug, she hadn't been getting decent meals either. He pulled away to look at her, holding her shoulders and smiling in joy to have found her, though she looked like something the cat dragged in. He figured he must look no better though. He glanced up, seeing the old abandoned shack she must have been staying in. It wasn't a hotel, but at least it would be safe for the both of them to pass out for the day, and the wolf to hide, and the scientist too...be all sciencey he guessed. He wondered vaguely what situation the mortal was in now, having released two subjects, he must be in just as much trouble as they were, unless he went back and pulled some huge lie. He doubted they'd let him work there twice though. The lab was no push over, he'd had people mutter things to him about never getting another job after you've applied for this, and something about the government's part in it that made sure no one squealed. He'd had a lot of people talk to him when he was confined actually, he'd learned however, then when people talked to him when he was in a cage, it went he was going to be sedated when he wasn't paying attention. That had naturally turned him into a bit of a nervous wreck.

Sara looked up, gasping in suprise as someone, a familiar someone wrapped their arms around her.
"N-Neth?" Sara said, pulling her eyes up to look at him. Tears sprang into her eyes and she shook her head.
"Are you real?" She breathed, her pained mind trying to understand what was going on. Was he actually here? Could he be? She sighed, yes, even if this was just a big dream made up by her lack of sanity, she'd allow it. She fell against her older brother, scared that he'd suddenly disappear again. "D-don't leave" She said suddenly, burying her face against his chest. Througout her mutterings her voice had been incredibly raspy, lack of use, need for blood combining to make her nearly impossible to hear. She sighed, shaking her head and frowning, thinking off all the stuff she had done to in his absence. She rubbed absentmindedly at her torn up wrists, he'd freak if he saw that. Neth had always been a really overprotective of her, which was why she had suffered to bad when he had been taken. She felt her knees shaking some more, and she slumped, barely able to hold herself up. He heart would have been pounding if it could beat, her senses were in overdrive, mainly due to finally having her brother back in her life. She clung to him, completely unwilling to let him go at this point.

Keith was still growling when he saw vampire lunge forward, wrapping his arms around the female. He frowned, still standing, protectively in front of the scientist. The female vampire probably would have been gorgeous, but she looked haggered. Her green eyes looked wild, she could barely talk, and she was even thinner then, what had she called him? Neth. He winced, something was seriously confusing right now, particularly with the female.

Charlie watched as the two began to hug. His tense shoulders relieved a bit, but only slightly. Standing out in the open like this still made him nervous, except for the fact that he was standing behind a giant wolf-thing. He didn't even know what to think. When he had first started he still was doubtful of things. He wasn't even being paid full when he was working there as well, still under the title "intern." He shook the feeling off just not wanting to think about, thinking about it continued to make him nervous. He didn't know what he was supposed to do now. He hadn't even completed his university courses yet. He took a couple steps forward feeling a bit more comfertable. He looked over at the wolf and said quietly, "I would ask for your name, but I'm not really sure if I understand wolf." He didn't mean to be rude, but he wasn't sure what to say. He was stuck with a werewolf and vampire he had let go, and it looked like another vampire had already popped up. He was surprised she hadn't been caught yet however. His boss made him believe that they obtained all in the area.

Nethrose frowned at his sister's condition, she was definitely different. Her voice had lost it's tune, it was almost unrecognisable, and she was so thin, it made him wonder if she'd eaten at all in his absence. "Yeah I' real," he muttered quietly, rubbing her back and sighing as she begged him not to leave. He was still aware he had an audience, but he didn't care right now. He hadn't seen his sister in six years, but it felt like hundreds. He felt her shifting, rubbing her hands, he wondered if she'd hurt herself or something. He glanced down, wincing at the condition of her bitten wrists. So she'd taken his absence hard. He glanced at the sky momentarily, then frowned, as much as he'd like to stand here with her longer, they needed to go inside. "Sara," he muttered softly, "I'd like to introduce you to my two companions...they're going to have to stay with us for now, we're all on the run..." He gestured to the scientist, "that's um..the guy who helped us escape, we all don't actually know names yet though. This is my sister Sara, and I'm Nethrose." He smiled lightly to have his sister back, though the rest of their coven was still in the lab, at least he had his sister. With another nervous glance at the sky, he gave Sara's hand a gentle squeeze, then began walking back towards the house, they'd have to eat tomorrow night. The werewolf could hunt anytime when they got settled, same for the scientist, and since a vampire's sleep was like a mere blackout, it wouldn't cost them anything to wait until tomorrow.

Sara sighed, looking at her brother, breathing a small sigh of relief. "I missed you" She said, six long years, it had been so hard. She sighed, shaking lightly, glancing up as he spoke of companions. She hadn't even seen them until now. She balked a bit, seeing the massive werewolf, still growling at her.
"You-you're companions?" She squeaked, ducking behind her older brother nervously. She nodded at them, still a bit paranoid. She cuddled against her brother's back, nervous, beyind nervous. She looked around, "We should get back to my house" She said, tugging on Nethrose, she didn't care if the others came, but the sun was coming up soon, and she didn't want to find her brother only to spontaniously bust into dust. She winced as the large wolf took a step towards her, sniffing at her, she tensed, nervous as hell.
"We-werewolf?" She nodded at the creature, whom glanced at her and nodded his huge head.

Keith glanced at the human, smirking lightly and nodding at Charlie. He'd introduce himself when he could. He glanced up, looking at Nethrose and Sara. So siblings, that made sense, but could vampires have biological siblings? He glanced at Charlie, wondering what he was thinking about the two vampires.

"Pleasure," Charlie said slightly sarcastically before leaving a pause. "Oh right," he added forgetting his name, "I'm Charlie." He wasn't exactly sure what to say or think about this. Only a day ago he was just working with numbers and such watching the two in cages. Of course he didn't like it that they were in there, but he still couldn't believe that he had actually helped them. He then looked ahead to the house that they would be hiding in. "Nice place," he muttered and beginning to walk as well. He didn't feel comfertable outside anymore. He knew that even though they had gotten far, someone would still be gaining on them somewhere. he didn't even want to think about that now, he pushed it off. His mind had been racing, this cultural interaction would have been amazing for him if he had still been working. But he guessed he could still observe even though he wouldn't be working anymore. It was a completely different planet in his eyes from what he was used to.

Sara walked, her hand loosely gripped in her brother's.
"In here" She said, pushing open the creaky door and slipping inside. She always stayed in the basement, no windows, so she didn't have to worry about the sun.
"The basement is dark, all the time" She murmured to her brother, "Your old blanket's down there too, I've been using it" She mumbled, she sounded hoarse, sick, which she probably was from lack of food. She shivered once or twice, glancing at the human, Charlie, and the wolf.
"Um, I think there's a decent bedroom upstairs, I don't know though, I've only been up there once" She murmured, her voice now cutting out as she slowly began to lose it. She sighed, reluctantly releasing Nethrose's hand and slipping into the basement. She curled into a tiny ball on the couch, pulling another ratty blanket down over her, watching the stairway with glowing red eyes. She really hadn't been eating since her brother had gone missing. Only hunting when she was really to the point of major desperation.

Keith trotted along after them, slipping into the house after Sara. He sighed, poking around, his nose flared and he wandered over to the dilapilated fridge, pushing it over and smirking in delight as he found some rotten meat inside. The human in him was disgusted, but the wolf was ravenous, so he didn't care and began to devoure the food without even acknowledging the others. He flicked an ear, listening to Sara, Nethrose's sister sounded seriously sick, maybe Charlie could help with that, he did know a lot more about vampires and werewolves then the average human.

Nethrose nodded, watching Sara take off into the basement, he glanced at the window, then muttered quietly, "soo...yeah. You guys can hang out here, and I guess we'll see you tomorrow night..." He wasn't sure he liked the idea of passing out with a werewolf around, but what choice did he have? Kicking him out would only piss him off, then he'd have a bone to pick with Nethrose's temporarily unoccupied corpse, and it was just exactly that. Vampire's called it sleep for a lack of a better word, but really, as soon as the sun rose, they just passed out. There were only two things that could wake them, sever blood shed, being burned, or put out in the sun. None of which were good ways to wake up... He turned hesitantly, making his way downstairs and seeing Sara curled up on the couch. He wandered over to her, sitting by her on the floor kissing her cheek, then laying down. The carpeted floor seemed like a feather filled mattress compared to the hard steel he'd had to sleep on in his cage. He knew sooner of later Sara would ask him where he went, and he'd need to find a gentle way to break it too her without freaking her out.

Sara glanced up as Nethrose came downstairs. A small smile flickered over her pale lips. She sighed contently as he kissed her cheek, it was something he had done all her life, from when he had tucked her into bed as a human child. Their mother had been ill, and father had always been working, so Nethrose had practically raised her. She looked at him as he flopped down, a rattling coughing coming from her as she curled on the couch, even tighter. She sighed, memories of her childhood were not to pleasent. She had been changed into a vampire at the same time as her brother, their sire had wanted actual biological siblings, he was a bit of a collector, and he had never had siblings before. She winced, it had been an unpleasent time period, most of her 'early' years were. Her brother had been the only one there for her through most of it, saving her, protecting her, and then, suddenly he had been gone, for six years, the only person on the face of the earth that she loved, that she cared for was gone. Not to mention, that he was the only one whom she thought cared for her. Wincing, she looked at him, they'd both black out soon, but now wasn't the time to talk, though she was curious about everything, and terrified of sleeping, if she fell asleep and woke up and he was gone, she doubted she'd survive that.
"Neth?" She murmured tiredly, eyes already slipping shut. She was struggling now, just to stay awake just to talk to him for a moment, but she couldn't. Her eyes flickered once more and she was out, one hand dangling off of the couch, lightly touching his.

OOC: Just posting for Sara, since Keith's upstairs with Charlie.

Charlie nodded, not saying anything and sat down on an old chair in the room. He was afraid it was going to collapse on him, but he couldn't complain. He should be safe here for at least the night. Then he'd need to find somewhere safe to hide, and also not to mention how to get money without anyone catching him. It's not like he could just apply for some job, he was already on watch before all of this happened, and now it was probably doubled. He sighed glancing over at the werewolf, who he still didn't know his name yet. He was wondering how the boy was going to change back, and yet a better question, how was he going to get clothes too? They had ripped off when he changed, and as far as he knew, no one had money. Maybe the vampires had clothes or something. What he needed to do was just stop thinking. He let his mind wander too far sometimes.

ooc: woo! Finally done with exams! =P

Keith finished eating, glancing around and wagging his tail lightly. He felt a ton better now that he had eaten, he wondered over to Charlie, glancing curiously at the human, he could shift back now, but he didn't really know if it was such a good idea. He had no clothes, and well, that could just be akward. He stretched out on the floor, panting lightly. His fur was a mess, he wished he had someone who could brush it out, considering that it was matted to the point that even his teeth woudn't help. He sighed, letting his head drop on his paws, watching Charlie with puppy dog eyes, it was more of a habit then anything, but maybe, just maybe the human would notice the crummy condition of his coat. He glanced up, sun rise, that meant both vampires were passed out. He sighed, still unsure of what to make of Sara, he wasn't sure if he trusted her, she wasn't sane, at least not from the look of it.

Nethrose had managed to stay awake for Sara, up until she passed out. He hadn't responded, because he knew the conversation she wanted to start wasn't being given the proper amount of time to be dealt with properly. He watched her pass out with half open eyes, his own breathing slowed, he took her hand, then lay his head down and relaxed for the first time in ages. His own blackout followed shortly, his breathing ceased all together, any further movement was caused by gravity alone, he looked like a corpse, and technically he was until he woke up. He fell into his usual dark, dreamless, emotionless, and senseless sleep, to wake only by the setting of the sun and reasons already listed.
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Antonio Demond was among many other hunters that worked at the SNIL (Supernatural Investigation Labs) he supposed he could be called the security at the establishment. Like many others, he had a spewing hate for the supernatural. The scientists dare not give him a subject and a scalpel, because the body would be unidentifiable when they returned. He was a looming man, he wore a dark trench coat, hiding his collection of many guns for the occasion. In his right hand was a silver cast silencer, loaded with a special silver coated, explosive bullet. One shot was all it took to kill, and the bullet didn't even need to hit the victim to be effective. In his left hand, a heavy chain leash that lead to his partner. It was required at the labs for each hunter to have a Dark Hound, and his he'd hand picked and trained himself. Vera was a lean wolf, feminine in every way, but with each movement one could see the smooth moving muscles that lurked behind her shimmering well groomed coat. She had eyes of fire, a deep piercing cold stare, deep blue eyes ringed with green. Her fur was something to behold as well, the tip of each strand was a golden colour, but beyond that her fur was pitch black underneath. She would outperform any show dog, because she understood English as well. She could follow complex commands, though really, she was still just a dog. Her hate for her own kind was just as deep as Antonio's. He'd managed to let her loose in a pen once, she'd killed at least two werewolves before the scientists got to her and sedated her. The two of them had a bond, and though it had taken a long while for them to trust each other, they were now unbeatable in every way.
They all stood at the edge of the wood currently. One hunter holding the traitor's science coat, and all dark hounds pulling their restraints to continue following the scent. They couldn't however, they'd attract to much attention in town, so hesitantly, they all retreated back to the labs.
Antonio gave a light tug of Vera's chain, "we have to go," he grumbled. She looked up at him, her ears still flattened to her skull, upper lip still curled to reveal a row of viciously sharp fangs, but she didn't object, and if anything she was the one tugging him along back 'home'. At the door to the vast white establishment a scientist stood, looking nervous, yet curious. "Did you find them?"
"No," came the sour reply of one of the others tossing the scientist the coat. "We found that though, they fled into town..." The scientist nodded, and from the way he did so you could tell he was swallowed in his own importance in the building's ranks. "Right then, the town is to observant for you all to go." What he did next was purely in Antonio's luck, the pale bony finger pointed at him, and muttered, "how about you and Alex go. Cover different ends of town, that should cover it. They're not a big threat physically, but if word gets out about us, it could cause big, big problems. So I don't care how you shut them up, kill them, or bring them back here, whatever. Just make sure they don't talk. We can't afford it."
Antonio didn't need any further instruction, he turned leading Vera along with him, gave a passive wave to the scientist and said, "I'll be done by the end of the third day at most."

Charlie looked down at the werewolf, and noticed the puppy-dog eyes. "Don't look at me like that," he said and lightly laughed afterwards. He hadn't seen one of them look like that ever, he thought it was kind of cute. He then noticed the fur, "Boy your coat needs some attention, but I don't know what to do about it." He then paused and added, "Do you think it's safe to go out for a bit maybe? There might be crowds of people and I could possibly get a brush for you or something. Or maybe some clothes as well." He didn't even know what to expect. He was talking to a dog right now, he was hoping maybe the dog would nod back or something. He stood up confused and somewhat anxious about what to do. He rolled up his sleeves to just past his elbow length not knowing what else to do. He didn't want to pace, go check on the vampires, or keep talking to the werewolf, it felt silly to him knowing he couldn't respond back. But there he goes again, getting to literal. He shook it off and looked back at the werewolf.

Keith nodded his head sharply, yes, he wanted to go find a brush, and some clothes would be good. Looking around, he saw a piece of rope, perfect, he knew he couldn't very well trot down the street as he was now, but maybe if he could get Charlie to use the rope as a leash, he could fake being a dog, the world's biggest dog. He picked up the rope, putting it in Charlie's lap and shaking his thick fur out, knowing that the man might understand. Damn he wished he could speak. He let out a frusturated growl, nudging the rope again, they could get a brush and then Charlie could get these damn knots out of his fur and maybe it would stop falling out in clumps. He wagged his tail, his tounge lolling out tiredly. He was still tired, having not sleapt, but he figured it would be good to go and get this stuff done before the hunters got to close to them. He waited patiently for Charlie to understand, it was rare for a werewolf to allow himself to be treated like a common dog, but it was necessary right now.

Charlie glanced down at the rope now on his lap. He then glanced back at the werewolf after he had nodded. He looked confused for a moment saying, "Unsual behaviour, but alright." He stood up taking the rope and tying it lightly around his neck. He didn't want to choke him or anything, but it was going to look like he had an awefully large dog. He grabbed the other end of the rope loosely, just for the show of things. He then said, "Shall we go?" he tentatively began walking for the door. Leaving just made him feel nervous, but it was broad daylight, the worse that could happen is getting caught, they couldn't Possibly shoot him in the light. Well he was hoping they just wouldn't shoot him at all. He shrugged it off again, not wanting to worry himself, and stepped outside. So far so good. He began walking, and his pace quickened the more comfertable he became. They would need to head into town, get a brush and some clothes, and then get out quickly.