;;Running Away;;??

[x.Wolf.x]

The usual silence of the feilds carried out throughout the day, with only the soft sway of breeze against flowers and grasses rustling to break the code and the occsional soft steps of a human wandering the feilds. The feild and the lands surrounding it had been abandoned by both human and creature, which made it the perfect place to flee from thoughts and anything else. Crimson gaze swept over the lands carefully, as if searching for something....or someone to show up once again.

Seeing no one, she let out a soft sigh of relief and continued her way through the waist deep feilds. Absent mindedly, her hand grazed her lips once again before she narrowed her eyes with a new annoyance. Pausing again, Autumn sat in the feilds this time. Days ago, when she had been stargazing and thinking through plans of war and battle in a cemtary....Peter showed up. Though that was nothing to mark the night as unusual in anyway, seeing that the two had forged some sort of loose friendship over the weeks. The two of them would drop all thoughts of each other the moment Autumn was shipped back into the feilds once agian. Then life could return to normal once each had eachother out of thier hair and mind.

Yet that night, the did not discuss the dropping of the friendship as one might think....but in its place they had discussed the war and each other's thoughts on this war. It had been in the middle of the conversation when Xaviar, her father had sent her one of those visions to remind her the past was real. The past she had forgotten, the black abyss she called her memories was slowly turning into a nightmare. She watched her mother die at her father's hands that night. Everything fell into place after that vision, starting with Autumn breaking down. Tears fell from long dried eyes and it was because of this that Peter moved in to try and comfort her the best he possibly could. In the end, without even trying to stop that nagging human instict....she had kissed Peter and he kissed her back. That picture would be painted in both of thier memories for days to come.

Head shook once more, sending loose locks of blonde hair flying once again. Though she would never admit it in a million years, she had enjoyed being there that night....she had enjoyed Peter's company and attempts at comforting her and yes, even the ending act of the scene. Thousands of times since that night, thoughts of Peter had crossed her mind...and yet, she had tried so hard to push that night from her mind for many reasons.

One of the biggest reasons would be her mother. When Autumn woke up in the hospital with nothing left of her past, she had dreamt that her mother would come back to her. When her father would beat her within an inch of her life, she would make up her own memories of her mother coming and saving her. It was the only thing that had kept her going when she was younger. And even today, she had thought of her mother constantly. Within minutes, her entire dream world turned to nightmare. For awhile after that, Autumn considered giving up. Considered gathering all that strength she held and going after Rasputain, Kamenwati and her father. But careful thinking lead her to these feilds where she was left in silence to think some more. She couldn't just let this go.

Being a human, and stubborn at that, she could never let this go. Not until she had three vampire heads at her feet. Not until they were dead....or she died trying to kill them.

[xXPeterxX]

A dark aura seemed to slink into the fields, bending around the dead tree branches and the blades of grass until it floated about in a still manner. Someone of great power and a twisted nature was near by. Three guess who... That's right. Rasputin.

The vampire lord sauntered over the lands, seeming to float almost. His black hair was slicked back as usual, making it look as though he'd used too much gel even though he used none. He despised humans, which meant he wouldn't use their products either. Besides, vampires didn't care much for such assortments. His eyes burned bloodred, a sort of twisted and an almost child-like mischievious gleam beheld them. He had spotted Autumn over a mile a way and was hoping to have a little fun. Autumn was well known to Rasputin. Her father was a great ally, and he had heard of many of her 'jobs' as well as her position in the military. Oh yes, he was eager to meet her.

Stopping a the foot of the field on a small hill that over-looked the girl, he could see that she was troubled and angry. "Aww, and I was hoping to have your undivided attention." he said in a cold, sarcastic voice. He was clearly going to have his share of fun with this pathetic life-form.

[x.Wolf.x]

She could almost feel the dark tension that filled every crevise of the feilds. Eyes narrowed slightly in a mixture of annoyance and the slightest bit of confusion as a dark figure paused before her and spoke, but she did not leap up with daggers in each hand and swoards ready for battle. She had heard many voices in all her years, but this one held a new tone to it..almost as if there was a hidden darkness to the tone. Gaze wandered up to the soruce of the voice...only to find her guess had been correct all along. Though she had never met the vampire lord, nor had she even heard his voice...she did know his look from countless description of captured vampires and older scrolls of past kings.

Though the vampire before her was one of her mortal enemies, she kept cool and her head clear. Again, she had never met him before this but she knew what he was like. She already knew that the vampire wouldn't raise a finger toward her unless it was to play with her mind, because Rasputain never killed much of anyone else he played all sorts of mind games first. Leaning back against a hard clump of dirt behind her with her arms behind her head though one hand was just centimeters from her sword in case her judgement was a little off. The corners of her mouth twisted up slightly into an almost twisted grin. "Im sorry Rasputin. I'm not a shoulder to cry on. But, I digress." She replied. Though she really would enjoy standing up and going at the vampire with everything she had...she couldn't risk another injury. The last time she had faught, she had been fatally wounded by a vampire. Though a few good things came out of it (Peter), she couldn't stand being away from work another moment then she had to. Thinking back to the injury also made her mind drift back to Peter. In annoyance with herself, her fist clentched into tight balls and further as her fingernails dug into her skin and drew tiny crimson drops of blood from the palms of her hands. Now was not the time to allow such a distraction to enter her thoughts and yet she couldn't help it. THIS is exactly why she tried cutting herself away from people! Taking a small breath, she calmed herself and cleared her mind once more


((Tehe! She just used a FOB QUOTE!!!!))

[xXPeterxX]

Rasputin smirked. He'd heard about her sarcastic wit. It was just as they all said. This would make things more amusing. He noticed the expression in her eyes turn to anger and her fists clench. A moment later a little trickle of blood squirmed through her fingers from each palm and dripped to the ground. "Aggrivated I see. Tsk tsk, you should know better then to show an enemy when you're frustrated. I thought you were better then that. But I guess even I have my flaws."

[x.Wolf.x]

Close my eyes and move to the back of my mind...

His statement about her shown anger had brought only one word to mind...ego-maniac. Though what he had to say also had some meaning, though she shared only a bit of the anger she really felt. "My bad oh great one" She replied sarcasticly once more. Of course he had his flaws. Rasputin was born vampire, this much she had already known. In this moment of silence that filled the air between and around the two of them, she reminded herself silently that she would need to do something to keep her thoughts clear. There was no way in hell she could survive another battle or even just another normal day in her life was to push all thoughts of Peter...AND that night out of her mind. She couldn't afford to get caught up in those teenage girl feelings or she'd be slaughtered along with her men. Gaze still locked on the vampire lord, and this time as she thought she showed no signs of any thought..only that same old sarcastic half grin that already cut across her face. Though she told herself to rid all thoughts of Peter and what not, nothing happened. The thoughts still burned vivid pictures into the back of her mind, reminding her of what really happened between the two of them. Could it be? Could it really be that she didn't want to rid herself of these thoughts? Of course she didn't. She wanted to watch the scene a few more times before anything else but she couldn't. She had to get rid of them or at least control them. Because of what disasters this mere thought alone could bring. If only if only. She thought. If only she could throw the thoughts aside whenever she felt like it and recall them when she wanted to. But that was not a reality at all. None of it was. Finally, she dropped the hope of riding herself of the thought, her gaze hardened on Rasputin. There was thousands of ways she could cut him down, but not without being cut down in the process. The real matter was how. How could she slice this vampires existance from the face of the earth and still survive long enough to go for Xaivar and Kamenwati!? Should would think of all of that later on. For now, however, she was beginning to enjoy this conversation of sarcastic remarks being passed back and forth between the two. Unlike many of the readings she had come across in her years of study, she found Rasputin to be quite interesting. For once, this might turn out to be a battle worth dieing in and for once...this might be an enemy she would enjoy fighting. And so, she stayed put. Making no move for her weapons as long as he stayed put as well, though ready to grab a swoard if he decided this conversation was no longer interesting. Crimson gaze met that of the vampire lords, holding his cold dark gaze without so much as a flinch like many have before. This could get bloody interesting before anything even happens. "So, Rasputin. What brings you here....all the way out of your way and into the neutral's lands?" She questioned. Though the lands were open for either side as long as battles were not fought here, it was hundreds of miles away from the vampire's lands and chances were....he would not return to his lands until tomorrow night. So what had brought him so far away from 'home'?

..Where feelings mean nothing

[xXPeterxX]

Rasputin was greaty amused by her half-hearted remarks. It was clear her mind wasn't into their little 'game'. After a few minutes of silence and observation, she seemed to have fought away the conflict that resided in her heart and relaxed. The vampire lord could only smirk with pity. That was the weakness for all humans. Unlike him, they had hearts. Some vampires were even cursed with them, but Rasputin was cold and twisted, rough with years of experience. It was what made them vunerable, something that vampires couldn't feel except perhaps in sunlight or when a wooden stake is being driven deep into their chest where their hearts would be if they existed. The state of vunerablity seemed to have fallen upon Autumn. Rasputin planned to use it to his advantage.

"So, Rasputin. What brings you here... all the way out of your way and into the neutral's lands?" she asked. The teenager seemed to have relaxed to the point where she didn't bother keeping her hands on any of her weapons. He smiled and narrowed his eyes. "Well if I told you that I wouldn't be a very good ally to my kind now would I?" he asked. "But I suppose some humans just don't get that." At this he smirked. He wanted to make her angry. He wanted to make her blood boil again. To make her vunerable. He didn't care if she knew it. Sometimes it only helped them along.

Autumn was a teenage girl. And it was only fitting that Rasputin could put two and two together. After all, many many centuries ago, he'd been a teenage boy. He'd learned then and was still learning now that hormones, at some point in a girls life, would take reign over their thoughts, their feelings, their hopes, their needs, their lives. Autumn was no different, given whatever circumstances. Her mind was on boys. Not just any boy, a particular boy. This could only help Rasputin in his quest. At least, for now it did.

[x.Wolf.x]

^{Shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple...}

As the moment of silence she had given him for an answer dragged and streched into a minutes of silence as both she and the vampire's lord thought, she found that she could win this battle of her teenage hormones if she just relaxed and didn't force everything through. But she didn't have time to just relax and think everything through. She was laying there in the company of one, of many, her mortal enemies and she couldn't allow anytime to be wasted forgetting. Her only hope to was to stay calm and keep her head clear enough to get this little dance over and then, only then, she can allow herself to relax long enough to think about forgetting.

Forgetting Peter would be as easy as she thought it would be in the beginning...unfortunately for her. But she would get over it by wedging more and more time since her last meeting with the teen and better yet, she'd forget all about Peter by burying herself so deep in her work that the world around her would be no longer real to her anymore. She had done it before when she first 'remembered' her father's identity and his role in the war and she can do it again. Now all she would have to do is survive this encounter with the lord of vampires and then she can start digging her own hole.

As that voice drifted from his lips and to her ears, she cut off all thoughts and her gaze snapped back to his gaze. At first, the very moment the last sentence fell from his pale, ghost-like lips, her right hand gripped the hilt of a dagger, twsiting the leather hilt tight in her grip. For a moment, the dagger slowly came from it's sheath in her belt loop but slammed back into the protective leather case another moment later. Anger. She had let anger bubble over and left it to rampant. And the result of that could have been her life. One slip up and you die She warned herself silently. Instead, she shrugged. "I didn't know you had a kind. I thought you were born a vampire, makning the rest inferior to you" She replied, though the fire of anger still burned in her crimsion gaze, she hid it well within her words...and the rest of her actions.

What was happening to her? Why was is all of the sudden getting hard to keep contorl of her emotions? Damn that Peter. (lmao)

^{....the heart and devour the soul...}

[xXPeterxX]

"Control your anger girl! I am no threat to you." he taunted, knowing just how easy now it was just make her mad. It seemed that despite herself she couldn't rid her mind of those dreadful teenage emotions. He smirked, his lips curling with a sort of self-satisfaction. "At least, not yet." His long legs put effort into the mechanism of slowly stalking down the hill, his foot steps silent as they fell. He reached Autumn only to meet her at her left shoulder. He wasn't looking at her anymore, but rather, past her as he spoke.

"You have much to learn about the living and the dead." he said, his voice as chilling as ice. His eyes reached into the corners, his vision nearly obscurred by his own cheek but still falling evenly upon Autumn's frail frame beside him. "And even more about the undead." No one noticed Peter's presense when he appeared, hidden by the shadows of the trees. When Rasputin was usually so on guard and ready for things such as this, he could detect another scent miles away. Perhaps it was just because of the boy's nature that he wasn't detected. Or perhaps Rasputin had let too much of his attention focus on the girl beside him. No. Rasputin would never let that happen. It would probably always be a mystery why Peter had gone unseen. But it wasn't the thing that anyone would care about knowing.

[x.Wolf.x]

If that's the worst you got,

Autumn was not shaken by his sudden movements, nor where he chose to show up next. She guessed it was all an act to scare her, but she had faced something like this countless times. Though his words did annoy Autumn. "You sound much like my old man" She replied to his first two comments, forcing a fake mixture of complaint and sarcasim into her tone. He's right. She should learn to work around those stupid hormones of hers. But, she didn't lose control of her anger for very long, only long enough to displace her dagger and then replace it...nothing compaired to what she wished she did. Now would probably be a good as time as any to describe this dagger of hers. It's curved blade is made of silver and soaked in holy water for years. Silver and holy water were both very harmful elements to any vampire. And the hilt of her dagger? The end piece pulls off to reveal a wooden spike, again, another very harmful element to vampires. So you see, she had done her homework on killing the undead.

Though she guessed that was not what he had meant by 'you need to learn more of the undead'. What else could she possibly learn of them? They drank the blood of thier victims to gain imortality. They are born when bitten and then they drink the blood of thier sire. They are killed many diffrent ways and many things do harm them. They care nothing for the living, even if they believed they did. And that was just an outline to what she knew. No. There was plenty more to learn. Like the fact that she had just gained strike one in this mindgame thing. Oh yes, she would have to learn the rules of mindgames and use them all against Rasputin. But despite meantally kicking herself in the head, she let out a laugh. Sarcasim dripping with each laugh. "And I sppouse you're going to teach me?" She spit. It was clear he had meant to teach Autumn pleanty of things during this encounter and in return, Rasputin would learn of her. Her crimsion gaze turning to meet his, though this time...no emotion shone in her gaze.

She too was completely oblivious to Peter's sudden appearance. Nor would she have care whether she had seen him or not. She would have been pissed because he ruined her little chat, but she wouldn't have said a word to him. She couldn't say a word to him. Not after thier last encoutner.

Better put your fingers back to the keys.

[xXPeterxX]

'Maybe we got screwed out of living in a time where we could hang out for the afternoon in a cafè someplace, wearing $2,000 wristwatches, planning our next vacation. But the world got a whole lot meaner all of the sudden. Wasn't suppose to, but it did. So now it's back to the law of the jungle- predators and victims.' - Logan Cole



Pale lips curled, his entirely ancient features seeming younger then their years worn. He found the whole thing amusing. It was a battle alright. A battle of wits. It took more then just courage and strength, it took a clever mind. What Autumn lacked however was consentration, and confidence. With her mind so jumbled with thoughts of whom had so altered her way of life to the point where it boiled beneath her skin blocked her natural instincts, the chacras of her souls, her body, and her mind. She also didn't seem to realize this was all a test. A battle worth losing if it meant gaining knowledge. But know one could win this battle. It would be over before she could even realize it because he didn't plan to stay long. Just long enough.

Rasputin snorted at her retort. "I? Nay. (tehe ^.^) I wouldn't bother." he replied cooly. "There are many things I could teach you, and many more you will learn in time." She had no fear in her eyes, only hate. He strode forward, only to circle the girl, his head tilted slightly in a way so he didn't have to gaze at her from the corners of his cold and crimson eyes. He went round once, then another. The scars on the side of his neck burned with a passion so deep it couldn't be explained. It was the only part of him that had any warmth.

On his second round, his face came so close to her that he knew she could feel his breath on her neck. "One thing you should know my dear." he said, his voice low and sinister as he continued to circle her once more. "Vampires kill only to help humans. Humans are pathetic life-forms, unfit to live, and destined to die. We only... help them along." A deep laugh rumbled in his throat, muffled by his lips again shut. He halted his mouth barely an inch from the side of her cheek right below her left ear. His fangs gently brushed the side of her neck ever so lightly and only for a mere 2 seconds, enough to send a chill down anyone's back. He was aware of her weapons, of her deadly daggar. But it didn't stop him. "You may be of use to me yet. Hmph." he said, his tone deadly serious with a ring of irony and sarcasm. And with that, he was gone, vanished into the shadows once more.

From his own place among the shadows of the trees, Peter watched. He'd of course caught Rasputin's scent long before actually seeing him. The only thing that hadn't driven him away was that his scent was muttled with Autumn's. She was the last person he wanted to see, but he couldn't help wondered gravely what they were doing so close to one another. Following instinct, he traced them. Their 'meeting' was not what he had expected. When he saw his father, he felt the same burning hate for him that he had always known. With Autumn, it was a different story. He wasn't sure what he felt when he saw her. But when he noticed that they were not fighting, that infact they were 'talking', his heart seemed to grow cold. He could only hear bits and pieces of their conversation surprisingly. His mind was so clouded with confusion that his senses were not working properly, especially with the arrival of yet another girl to look after now. He saw Autumn laugh, his eyes narrowed, dark and suspisious. Rasputin circled her a few times, muttering things so quiet Peter couldn't strain to hear them. Then his fangs touched her neck. Peter's shoulders twitched, he wasn't sure why though. Then he said what Peter would have guessed was "You may be of use to me yet." This sent Peter's mind whirling.

Was Autumn working for Rasputin rather then fighting against them? Had everything he told her been a lie? No. He was sure it wasn't true. Her hate for the vampires had been real. But what did he know of what was real and what wasn't? He certainly didn't know if the other night had been truely real in the sense that it happened because of something real. (I know that might not make sense but it does kinda to me right now but then again I'm tired so bite me.) He just wasn't sure of anything anymore. As he watched his father disappear, he slipped once more into the darkness of the forest to find where Cassandra had wandered off to. If he let her out of his sight she was as good as dead if there really was a vampire after her.



"And you still think you can do something to change that?" - Max
"With your help." -Logan Cole

[x.Wolf.x]

^{Small, simple, safe price......}

Though she hadn't a clue at this moment's time, she would later realize that this entire encouter was a test of mind. Nothing to do with strength. With all that training, her teenage hormones were still her weakest link. She did, as put in the previous post, lack confidence. She lacked confidence with all she did. In every battle fought, she was sure she'd lose and with everytime she was caught, she was sure she'd give in to thier tourture, with every time she was sppouse to protect one, she was sure she would fail. In her mind, she would always be set up to fail. Thus, she tortured herself daily with her own words, she shot herself down with even the slightest glimmer of confidence. She was an assassin, she had no room for confidence. And without a doubt in anyone's mind....she lacked even the tiniest bit of consentration on this night. Past events, only nights before, left her blinded to the future. Because she was a teenager and a female nonetheless, she rather waste time on the past then make time for the furture.

"I would say you sounded like my father....." She replied to his first comment, before he had the chance to say the following statement. Her voice sounded dry with the growing fire that burned inside of her. The more time she spent around Rasputin, or any vampire for that matter, the more she hated thier kind-her father especially. "But we both know I'd be lying." She finished. By now, what was perhaps one of the oldest vampires was now circling her...as a hawk circled it's prey. Though she made no attempt for her daggers, her hands were within a milisecond's reach away from them. Crimsion gaze, shining with no emotion now, followed his movements to the exact mark. Even as he ended his rounds by pausing at her neck.

When he paused at her next, she didn't flinch even as his icy breath crept down her spine. She made no move to stop him, almost as if she challenged him to take this teasing threat any further. His words angered her, deep inside, she felt that small fire of hers quickly explode into a deadly forest fire ready to consume anything in it's path. She could feel it's flames lapping at the walls of her stomach, but she hid all evidence of this from Rasputin. Before a slightly sarcastic reply could come from the teen, a pair of pearly white fangs brushed against the tender skin of her neck....but not in the usual way for a vampire attack way, in an ever so lightly way that was meant only to play with her mind some more. This light touch indeeed, sent a line of raised bumps, also known as goosebumps, down her spine and spread like a diease throughout her body. Her hands gripped the hilt of her dagger, but she didn't raise the weapon yet. She knew this part was a test of mind and thus she waited for the full-on bite that would never come. His last comment held more meaning to it then she would ever guess, thus she put it to the back of her mind to be analyzed at a better time. However, before she could reply once agian she was cut off by his swift movements. Within seconds, he was gone. Nothing but a bad memory, a dark shadow within her memories. Unlike the other memories of her past, this one would not be so forgotten easily.

With a loud grunt, she pulled herself to her feet again. Mind you, she hadn't gave her sppoused(sp) fatal wounds to heal yet, so she would still be feeling the affects of torn tissue trying to mend itself. Crimsion eyes narrowed in enough time to hear a loud snarl erupt from the bushes in front of her. Moments later, a wolf demon stepped from the bushes. Now, these creatures were rare but still alive nonetheless. They carry the looks of a wolf except thier jaws are A LOT bigger, they walk on thier hind legs alone, usually carry a weapon and they're capable of speech. The one in front of her stood at the very least six feet tall and carried a double-headed axe. Autumn was on her feet long enough to utter the words "Great timeing, asshole" Before a blow from the hild of the axe had her on her back in the grasses once agian. Like any other time in battle or practice, the teen was on her feet again, bleeding in the side of her head a bit, but standing. Already, two of her swoards were drawn and held tight with in each hand. Dodging the same attack set again, she managed to carve a good sice slice in the demon's back before being knocked to the ground...and unconcious by a swift fist to the head complete with a swipe of razer like claws across her face and stomach.

_{Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.}

[xXPeterxX]

Peter stalked back toward his camp, which had moved in the past few days to somewhere closer here. He didn't know what to think. There was too much. Too many thoughts, too much information. His mind couldn't handle it all. So he pushed it away. He tried to think about what he was suppose to be doing now. He was suppose to be watching over Cassandra. He was suppose to be find the things that they need that his supply had begun to run low on. He was suppose to forget what happened. But he couldn't. Especially not now.

Everything reminded him of her. Everything. The trees, the grass, the town, the river. He couldn't find a way to get rid of her! And just when he thought maybe, maybe he could start thinking clearly again, he'd seen her. Just then, in the meadow. With Rasputin nonetheless. He couldn't take it. He couldn't handle it all at once. It was taking over his mind and twisting it, wringing it dry until he wished he were dead. But still, a part of him kept the thought of her around. It tortured him, while at the same time soothing him. He still didn't know what to make of it. He didn't know if he ever would.

That's when he heard the yowl of a demon, coming from where he'd just been. "Huh?" he said, looking over his shoulder. Autumn! he thought instinctivly. He didn't know why he turned back. He just did. Maybe it was that human heart thing, or maybe it was something he couldn't explain. He didn't care right then. He raced back toward the field to find a wolf demon attacking the girl, blood already seeping from a small insisure(SP) on the side of her head and locked in combat. His lips drew back to reveal his fangs, clean and unstained since he'd never before used then, and never planned to. He rushed toward the pair quietly, hardly touching the floor as he ran. He collided with the demon, thrusting his filthy and unsuspecting body to the ground. Peter didn't look at Autumn. Not yet. He'd deal with this first.


OOC>> Gah! I can't -bangs head on keyboard- get -bang- 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight' -bang- out -bang- of my -bang- head! And my post sucks but whatever, I'm tired and I'm going to bed.

[x.Wolf.x]

^{Because days come and go}

Before the teen male had the time to join in on the fray, the demon delt one more blow to Autumn as she lay before the demon. A heavy, razor-sharp slash across her back. The claws easily sliced through flesh and seconds later, crimson liquid oozed from each slice. It was obvious these wounds would heal to become scars- a memoir of the battle faught here and tonight. Not only did this inflicted wound leave it's mark, but also revealed many old hidden marks. Though unknown to anyone else but Autumn and her kin, the scars running down her back were all from a whip- mainly used to keep cattle or slaves in line. The ends of the whip were especially designed to tear flesh away from bone and to draw that precious lifeforce away from humans. In response to this attack, a loud, almost snarl-like sound came from Autumn as she stumbled around in an attempt to get to her feet again. With old wounds reopening with each swift movements and new wounds appearing, one might guess her to stay down....but then they wouldn't know her very well. With another loud grunt of effort, she was on her feet again and swinging her swoards with deadly accuracy. Droplets of blood from both the demon and the girl fell everywhere along the grasses and stained both the the warriors.

It was Autumn who had first spotted the newest addition to the battle, though no words came from her mouth, the glare she shot the other teen hid no emotion. She really didn't want help in this battle. If Peter saved her again, it would be the third time in a short while and she wasn't sure if she could put any consentration into this battle if she were busy worring about Peter. It was too late to dodge the man's attack and the demon swayed as a new weight crashed into him. Seeing this battle would be lost, he decided if he was going to go out, he'd take one of the two with him. Autumn was already injured, which made her the best target.

The following only took three compelete seconds.....The heavy double headed axe swung once and missed, then swung again as Autumn paused to grab that old wound that had split through stitches in her attempt to dodge the axe. The silver blade sliced through flesh this time, cutting through the old wound and carving a new path. A cry in pain came from Autumn, but she wasn't sure if it was actually heard. It was then that the teen girl crashed face down in the blood-stained grasses of the meadow. For a human, she had lost way too much blood to stay concious another moment longer and the new wound streching the length of her stomach didn't help either. She did manage to spit out one more sentence. "Peter....get the hell out of here you idiot" Not much for famous last words, but she did mean them. If she was going to die here and now, there was no way she wanted Peter to get injured saving her corpse.

Vision blurred and twisted until finally sheer darkness fell upon Autumn. Though her body had quit functioning the way she wanted to, her mind kept running. 'If you think for one moment I'll let you die here...you're WRONG!' A dark hiss sounded in her left ear. Autumn had always heard this voice at times like these, she heard it the day her mother died too. She perhaps one of the only ones that heard this voice....but she knew exactly who it was. His name was Greed, but she usually called him by his human name...Matt. Greed was one of 7 deadly members of a vampire gang that Autumn had slaughtered in a previous battle. Greed, along with the rest of the band, had quite literally became friends with Autumn. And because Autumn kept thier dust, she heard thier voices. Almost as if they were a ghost, or a phantom. Though tonight, the rest of the gang was silent, Greed hissed insults in her ear...telling her how weak she was to let this happen to her. Finally, the voice grew silent along with the sounds of battle over head. Everything went silent and again, Autumn was alone.

Finally done with Autumn, the demon's head yanked to the side and powerful jowls snapped for Peter's neck. From his scent, the demon could tell Peter a half-breed, and he knew that this battle would be a lot harder to win then just facing a pathetic human. This battle might actually mark the end of him....and his pack.

But my feelings for you are forever

[xXPeterxX]

OOC>> Well that's new. Kewl.



Peter's eyes trailed from the ground to Autumn for a moment. Time slowed down. He noticed something strange, welts on her back. But they weren't fresh and bleeding like the others, they seemed to have already healed over. (Hey, I thought Peter was the one with scars on his back! lol jks) They were scars. Before he could analyze it further, the wolf demon's next movement caught his eye. His head snapping back, the demon seemed to realize that it was beat, but wasn't going down without a fight. It lunged toward Autumn before he could do anything and grabbed a handful of her flesh. The old wound that had kept Autumn from battle, the one that had only just begun healing properly was torn open. Peter's hand lashed out to grab the wolf by his tail. His eyes ran bloodred as they had before when his vampire side showed. "Leave her alone mutt!" he hissed in his ear. Autumn fell to the ground with a painful cry. It felt like someone had punched Peter in the gut when he heard it.



"Peter... get the hell out of here you idiot." she muttered before blacking out. It was a good thing Peter's senses were enhanced because if he were a human, he might not have heard it. She meant it sincerly. He couldn't hear it in her voice, but the words themselves were enough to send his mind off in a tizzy(just had to use that word). Was she worried about him? He didn't get much time to think before the wolf launched himself at Peter's throat. Peter dodged the blow and clenched his teeth. Peter made a grab for the demon's axe, moving as swiftly as Rasputin had when he'd vanished only minutes earlier. Family trait I suppose.

[x.Wolf.x]

((Hmm? What's new? What's Kewl? I ish lost. I'll just ask ye on msn.))

I've got some things I'd like to set in pen.

'Shut the hell up, Greed. She's Injured' Came another voice, this one colder and definately more angry then the first voice. This one was known as Sloth. 'NO! All of you shut the hell up. I'll be up in a minute' Came Autumn's voice, or what was sppouse to come. The words caught in her throat where they sat and burned. She couldn't talk. Her mouth was dry and her throat was on fire as she tried and tried but failed. Could she be dieing? Could that 'kiss' with Peter actually be her first....and her last kiss? Was this battle really the last she'd be in? And worse, would she really never get around to killing Rasputin, her father and Kamenwati? Would seeing Peter fight off her killer really be the last thing she knew of him? It couldn't! She had so much unfinished projects she had to get done, she had to figure out how she REALLY felt about Peter. 'Come on damnit. Just wake up!' She told herself over and over until the words melted into one.

The demon let out yet another snarl as jowls closed around nothing but air. It was obvious he'd die in this battle, but not without at least wounding that annoying male! The very second the hilt of his axe left his paw, claws shot forth with deadly aim for the man's stomach. This battle would soon be over. With a twisted grin, the demon added insult to injury "Who are you calling a mutt, half-breed" He snarled. His voice coming out as a low growl. Fur bristled, standing up along the demon's spine and shoulders.

I would have used a pencil but leads just not permanent.