"Heheheh, seems we have a survivor, Hey you others! Come over here" John shouted at the others.

Dorienne hurried over to where John was shouting, noticing the stakes and the bloodtrail as she ran. She saw the man squirming in the dirt in the dark, clutching his head. It wasn't long before she knew he was a vampire.

She quickly moved beside Locana and asked, "Is there any blood left in the van? If we revive him, he'll tell us what happened."

Justin walks casually over to where the rest of the group is, looks at dorrienne suprised at the depth of her knowledge, shrugs, and then looks at the message. "We need to move and we need to do it fast. Get fangs here some blood. I will be back. I am going to find us some transportation. You guys see what else you can gather here. I will be back in about 30 mins tops," Justin says to the group and looks around one more time and then starts to move off.

Locana sprints to the van and in 30 seconds comes back with arms full of bottles. She goes over to the vampire, props his head up, and pours blood down his throat. She tells the people around her "Keep giving him more blood if he asks for it. I'm going to a blood bank to get more just in case."

The vampire seemed as if he snapped into consciousness as the first bottle of blood entered his system.

"Th... Thank you."

He grabbed the next and began to gulp it down. Then two more with a brief pause in between as he looked at the people around him, both "live" and dead. He shuddered.

"You must be the replacements, huh... but why can't I..."

He grabbed his head again, not in pain but in more of a crestfallen way, and slowly downed the next bottle.

OOC: I'll be gone for the rest of the night, have to drive back to college, just FYI.

Across the street a man wearing a grey hat, and grey over coat, shadow covering his face stared at the comotion. The end of his cigar flared, his face was coverd in a grey past of sorts. He watched and calculated, unseen. he throws his cigar onto the ground and stamps it. pulling another one out, he yells " ORDER THIRTEEN!!!!"

The group looked, now he had there attention. puting the cigar in his mouth he raised his right hand to it, a clicking sound began... then a torent of fire launched out, the vampires, not pleased by there fear "A warning from Duke Serrigon, 12 have failed, and you will to. unless you want to fry"

With that he tipped his head back "hope your vamps like fire you damn fools."

Turning to the building behind him "BURN YA BLOODY BASTERD BURN"

A torent of flame came out of both hands, laughing psycoticly the building started to burn. then out of his back came some flame and he took flight "The Fire Man has deliverd his message! See ya all in hell"

With that he left, the building roaring in fire, this would not let the vampires have peace....



ooc: remember darktoaster, the last thing you remember is being droped off at chicago with the 12 order, nothing after, but everything before. and remember vampires are scared of fire, and this is a lot

Dorienne watched the vampire guzzle the first bottle. When Locana and Justin started to leave, she pushed the bottles a little closer to the stranger and scooted back, a little wary of being bitten. She looked at the bloodtrail and the bodies pinned to the wall. Not much of a hide out. Is this a set up? Her eyes narrowed as she thought.

A shout from across the street made her turn her head. Who's Duke Serrigon? The man had set the nearby building on fire; the flame somehow launched from his body before he flew away. Dorienne turned back to the strange vampire and leaned over him as close as she dared, so he would hear her over the roar of the burning building. "We have to leave. Can you walk?" She began to help him up.

"Well that doesent seem good, we need to get out of here at once! Someone help that vampire so that we can be on our way." He said checking his equipment.
OOC: Can my mentor live in these parts? Or what kind of stuff do we have?

Upon seeing the firey display, the vampire slowly moved back, trying to get a little farther away from that firey display. As the man left, the vampire took a moment to calm down then stood. "Yes, I think I'm good to go now. Thanks"

I guess we've been replaced after all, lucky order 13. But who the hell is Duke Serrigon? And why the was I buried alive instead of tacked to that wall?

Vhan had pulled out his rifle and was taking aim at the man until he started shooting fire from his body, he put down his gun knowing it probably wouldnt have much affect on this man.
His hair was already sticking on end but he calmed himself when the Fire man had left. "You better be well enough to run if we have to and if you not Im shure I can carry you", he said torward the new vampire.