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[ruby]

Ruby seemed hyper a bit. Sure she had never been hyper in her life as she rarely got anything with sugar, but today it seemed different. Maybe it was something she ate since she was eating different foods and was getting bigger meals than what she was when she worked with that last couple. She also had started to watch tv a bit. She was sitting on the couch rocking back and forth as she watched something. She didn't know what it was called, but it looked interesting enough for her.

Sure she had never been introduced to these items, but now she seemed to like them even if she felt that the normal books, and drawings seemed to keep her happy even still. She had wanted to go outside and play in the snow, but she didn't know what she would need to go out with or if she was allowed to go outside even. Sure Samael had told her many things, but she was never sure. She forgot plenty of things when she was finding interest in something different.

[brocklesnarufc87]

Brock had been watching a hunter go through the woods for about five minutes. Yet this wasen't a deer or bear hunter, but a werewolf and vampire hunter. He could smell the blood on him, and also the gun powder. Once Brock was confident that he was close enough, he lept out with a snarl and attempted to pounce on the hunter. Though this happened to be a very rare moment as he timed it wrong, only by a split second.

The hunter had managed to turn in shock, and out of pure reaction, fired off a shot. The shot managed to slice it's way into Brock's forearm and he snarled in pain. Moments later, they both hit the ground and the gun fell into the snow. Brock had to kill off this hunter as soon as possible, the bullet in him was silver, and silver would do damage if not taken out quickly. With that, he grabbed the hunter by the bottom of the chin, his claws digging in at the process, and forced the hunter's head back.

A snap was heard, and Brock's prey was finished. Once he got to his feet, Brock shifted back to his human form and grabbed his shirt. He put it back on, then grew out his claws to dig out the bullet. (He's fully dressed now btw, not half dressed. Lol) As soon as his claws went in, he cringed and got the bullet. Then he pulled it out and threw it into the snow. Now he had to control the bleeding and flush out the wound from any silver that may be in it.

So he put his hand over the wound to apply pressure, and when he looked up, he saw a home in the distance. It looked abandoned, but Brock didn't want to walk back to his place in the snow while he was bleeding pretty good. Without another thought crossing his mind, he made his way over to the large house. As he neared the door, he felt as if he were being watched, which he probably was. He expected a place like this to have cameras.

[Samael]

Deep under ground alarms went off in Samaels bed room as he appeared in front of his TV and it turned to camera mode. No sound could be heard from inside his home from outside of it. So Brock was non-knowing of what was going on inside. While he switched to the camera to see the man walking towards his home, although lucky him there wasn't a way for Brock to get inside even if he wanted too. Pressing a button the camera went from regular view to thermal.

Looking at the body temperature of the man he saw that he ran hotter than a normal human and yes lucky him it was a scum bag, weak ass werewolf, and from the looks of a few other cameras stationed around the house he had killed two hunters that just so happened to be walking through this side of the forest in New York. Although now he was pondering what to do with Brock.. Should he go pick up a few machine guns with silver bullets? Or should he use his silver claymore to deal with this one?

So many ways to kill him so little time, but as he stood there looking at the screen. He flipped to hidden cameras inside the house.. All of which were cloaked in Samael's powerful illusions, and constantly watching him as he moved. When Brock stood in front of the house he would notice the second floor had no roof although the first floor was in a little bit of better condition. There was a few smashes into the stairs, and wall when he walked into the front room if he did. Well, Samael figured he'd sit back and relax..

This weak lycan proved no threat to him.

[ruby]

Ruby didn't seem to notice anything wrong, when she was watching tv, but something felt strange, but she didn't seem to know what though. Getting up from the couch she walked to Samael's room and popped her head in behind the door. "Is there something wrong or something? There just seems to be like something could be wrong and yea...."

Sure Ruby wasn't great at thinking, but she knew what she was talking about when she was talking. Though she was wondering why Samael was standing so close to the tv looking at something. She didn't bother to move where she was, she wasn't that curious and she was sure he would tell her what was going on. She just had this feeling that something was going on, but she didn't know what.

[brocklesnarufc87]

Brock continued to clutch onto his arm, trying to control the bleeding. Yet as he got closer to the front of the house, he sensed a vampire inside. He knew a lot of vampires were trouble, but he didn't care about that at the moment. With him, he had a Glock 17, knowing that no where was really considered safe. If he had to use it, he'd be sure to have his opponent make the first move, Brock had no intentions of harming anyone at the moment.

It was then that he finally made it to the front, and he knocked on the front door. It didn't look as if someone was here, but he could definatly sense people in the house. If they indeed wanted trouble, that was their choice. Brock was more than willing to defend himself, and he'd push aside the pain his arm was causing him to fight. After no one answered, he knocked a second time, yet he wouldn't be the kind of person to keep bugging them. If they didn't want to answer, he'd just leave.

[Samael]

The front door fell in and if Brock looked around he would seen a abandoned home. His supsion of a vampire living there would be naught. Considering the fact the acutal living quarters of the vampire and slaves were fifty feet under ground, and shielded by bomb proof walls, and three triple doors that took an eye scanner, blood, and finger print scanner to get in. Samael watching the man as he walked into the place holding his hand, seeing that he was wounded could only snicker as he finally noticed that Ruby had infact walked in.

"Go make me a bowl of pop corn, we got a little company although we aren't gonna get to meet him."

As he said that a werewolf appeared coming down the stair way as it growled at Brock. It was merely an illusion, but you could smell the wet fur and the weight of it as the stairs creeked. Hear it breathing its panting breath every time it did so. "So what brings you to my humble abandoned abode friend? Is it that nasty gash you got on your arm? Or is it just a place to get out of the Snow? Oh deary me oh deary my. Let me tell you, there is a old silver fauclet in the kitchen. If you took it against your wound it would burn and close it. Oh deary me oh deary my." The werewolf said with a plain smile on his face, as the werewolf appeared to be really old, as he was bent over and even his fur was a pure grey dirty color.

[brocklesnarufc87]

Brock looked at the werewolf, and still, there was no real expression on his face. "Silver faucet huh? Well, you can save that for someone else. All I need for now is something that'll help me take care of this damn arm of mine." Brock rarely asked for help, but there was silver in him, and he needed it out soon. As he looked around the home, it appeared abandoned, but that didn't mean it was.

No matter the circumstance, Brock was always suspected the unexpected. With him, he had two Glock 17s, just in case all hell broke loose. In one of those guns was normal bullets, and in the other, bullets made special for vampires. They would release a deadly substance into the blood stream of a vamp as soon as it pierced the skin, and death from this bullet wasen't pretty. It would cause a great deal of pain, and it would also eat away the internal organs.

[Samael]

"So be it young one." The werewolf turned around and walked up the stairs and disappeared from sight and from the house. While beneath the structure Samael went to his gun storage going past Ruby and could only smile deeply as he took off the statues head and pressed the button. The wall slidding to the right and a obly of guns all loaded with silver bullets, and even swords, and even more other such weapons. He spotted two guns he had never used before.

Two Mini guns loaded with the biggest bullets he had ever used or seen. Taking one in each hand and then putting the other down. As he started music that would come through the loud speakers. Devotchka - How it Ends, a peaceful song but a song too kill too. Going through the three double doors not a sound could be heard were he was. While he appeared in the same room as Brock. Not uttering a word or a sound, as the wheels on the mini guns started to swiral and the next thing he would be hearing was bullets leaving the gun.

Several thousand rounds per a minute for a matter of fact, and he had one in each hand. Not a wall in this house or a tree in this forest would stop a bullet from these guns. Lets hope that Brock surrendered or ran fast as fuck. Thats all Samael had to say as he knew that he'd fill this Werewolf full of holes.

[brocklesnarufc87]

Brock watched the werewolf leave, but kept his senses up just in case. It was then that he saw Samael with two mini guns in his hands, and he knew for sure that he was in some deep sh*t. No matter how powerful you were, a mini gun, yet alone two, could stop you without any issues. "Holly f*ck..." Without another second passing, Brock turned and high tailed it. As he jumped from the spray of bullets, his leg had just missed making it out. The bullets sliced into him, shattering bone and ripping apart flesh. Had his entire leg been in the spray, he might not have had it anymore.

Once Brock hit the ground, he put a hand over his leg and felt the pain engulf it. It felt as if he had just stuck it in roaring fire, and when he had had a silver sword completely skewer him a few years ago, he thought the pain from that was bad enough. This was worse, no doubt about it. As he held his hand over his leg, a good amount of blood had already stained the soil. At his side, Brock still had the loaded Glocks, but he wasen't going to use them when his opponent had a pair of mini guns.

[Samael]

The guns had stopped shooting once he heard it entering flesh and even bone. Still wielding them both in his hands as if they were two feathers he walked towards the werewolf and only shined his pearly whites in his direction as he held both of them toward him. A big smile on his face, as he was thinking. Kill it, or spare it, kill it, or spare it. Oh! He would let this pathetic weak werewolf decide his own fate.. Perhaps he would, perhaps he wouldn't.

"Now should I pull the trigger on these guns and fill your body full of holes, or should I let you live and die from blood loss.. Hrm.. Fast death, slow and painful death.. Ugh so weak, a vampire would of dodged those bullets so easily, and don't use those glocks on me sir. I won't apprechiate it if you put a bullet in me. And for all you know I may not be here, and your leg may not be damaged.. What the mind hears, and sees it believes."

Was this the real thing? Brock was feeling real pain but his illusions wer so great that he could pull of illusions that felt like that. Brock was at his total and utter demise as he did anything he wanted to Brock. The werewolf before him had no idea what the word pain even meant, Samael could show it to him or better he could do it to him.

[brocklesnarufc87]

As Brock was lying there, he couldn't help but wonder why the hell he was in this position. He was an ancient, he had much power within him. Yet he knew that if he did anything stupid, it could end up with more bullets in him. Through the pain, Brock managed to fork up a smirk and a snicker. "I've seen your kind miss dodging bullets from a pistol, even the elder ones." As he spoke, dozens of thoughts ran through his mind.

He wanted to use his abbilities to help himself, such as the abbility to control weather, but he also didn't want to get riddled with bullets. Right now he needed to stall to think of of his options, and they weren't that great. He had two mini guns pointed at him, and any move really could get him killed. "A good portion of vampires are strong, I'll admit that, but not anymore powerful than werewolves."

[Samael]

"Not any more powerful than werewolves? I could smash you with out these two mini guns but I decided really that I didn't feel like playing with you. Your werewolves are disgusting and flea ridden. I really don't want fleas in my house and on my nice furniture and carpet.. Also I enjoy that your thinking what you could do so loud in your mind. You mize will just scream it through your lips.. I mean really, go ahead and do a weather trick for me.

I've lived much longer than you and I will over ride your control of weather in a fucking second. Now I am gonna ask you, do want to crawl a way with your leg barely attached or do you want to die right here and right now. Don't even think about using those guns or your control on weather.. I will over ride it.. I am stronger than you were-wolf. Don't you ever think a dam second you are better than me. You scum piece of shit."

He stood there with both guns pointing directly towards his body. Standing at the foot of his feet he gently kicked the foot that had been hit by the bullets. Knowing that he would be in a world of pain. Also wondering what the Werewolf was thinking on the terms of illusion. Since he wasn't giving much mind too it. Samael wasn't really there, but it smelt, felt, and sounded like he was there the entire time.

[brocklesnarufc87]

Brock snickered again. "If you really want to figure out who the stronger one is between two people, you'd have to have a battle without weapons. Mini guns, glocks, whatever weapon you can think of, they weren't given to you at birth. They aren't a part of your true strength." His smirk widened as another thought came to him. "And don't think that you can beat someone because you're stronger or more powerful. If they outsmart you, you're gone."

Again, this was something Brock had witnessed pleanty of times in his life. Someone with much power being beaten by someone who outwitted them. It was then that Samael kicked his foot and Brock cursed loudly. "Damn it! You stupid...fuckin...leech!" After a moment, he spoke again. "And really, if you want me gone, I'll be sure to call pest control. They just love parasites." The smirk slowly came back to his face and he snickered once again.