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Ginny listened to him while silently munching on her pizza though she did keep eye contact with Frosty. What's odd is this behavior is not like Ginny. Most of the time she'd be giggly, happy and talking her head off. Having killed someone for the first time was a real shocker for the leopardess so no one can blame her. Rather than taking large bites, she settled with just nibbling and occasionally dipping it in ranch.

"Thanks. I shouldn't have Dew right now, though. I'll just take the Pepsi." She took the Pepsi and opened it up, downing a few gulps before putting it down. Her cellphone went off shortly thereafter and she snapped it open. "Yo'." Her fingers toyed with a few strands of the carpet, "...sorry can't help you with that. Don't have access to internet...'s fine. Bye." She snapped her phone shut.

"Prick..." she muttered, this time taking a large bite of her pizza.

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"Guy troubles I take it?" Frosty asked taking another swing from the two litter. He reached over with a grunt and grabbed another slice of pizza. Setting the mountain dew down he slowly picked off the peperoni and ate them by themselves before actually eating the pizza. It was a bad habbit of Frosty's but he didn't care.

He slowly began munching away at his Pizza when he heard a knock at the door. His head instantly snapped towards the door as he held the pizza in his mouth and slowing got up walking to his Mow Kum and grabbing it. He slowly crept to the door with Mow Kum behind his back, getting there he looked over at Ginny and motioned for her to go into the other room before he opened the Door.

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"Yeah. Second ex keeps asking for favors and I haven't granted him any of them. All he cares about is himself and I hate him for that. He's also insensitive. Personally I'd like to rip him apart and savor all of his agony-filled cries..." Pupils dilated and canines sharpened but a swift shake of the head brought her to her senses, "Sorry. I need to control my temper."

It was then she heard a knock on the door. When Frosty motioned for her to go to the other room, she shook her head and slinked over towards the front, "I don't smell a lycan but a human. Just to be on the safe side..." She raised her right hand, revealing sharp claws that suddenly sprouted, "Open the door."

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Frosty nodded as he swung the door open swinging his Mow Kum but stopping as he relised who it was. "Damn it Dawn! You almost got fucked up. Get your ass in here." It was his cousin Dawn who he grabbed by the colar and tried pulling her in. Suddenly Dawn went into a bitch fit. "What do you mean fucked up? If you would've hitten me with that you would've died." She didn't notice the lycan that right behind her and ready to pounce. "Dawn..." Frosty tried to warn her but she cut him off. "Damn it Dawn duck!" he exclaimed but it was too late, the lycan attacked.

With it's massive claws it ripped his cousin's head off. Frosty instantly slammed the door in the Lycan's face, or atleast tried to. The lycan started pushing agianst the door slowly opening it. It placed it's arm inbetween the door to prevent it from closing and then stuck it's snout in the opening trying to force it's way in.

"OH HELL NO! I haven' my new house smell like dog!" he exclaimed pulling the door back just a bit and then slamming it hard on it's snout. The lycan let out a deep yelp as a crushing sound could be heard and the lycan stopped trying to get in and ran away. Frosty shut the door quickly and locked it. Looking outside he watched as the beaten lycan took the body of his cousin away and the pups that followed licked up the blood and played with the head. "Well... thats kind of cute in a sadistic fashion..."

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Ginny pointed to the lycan behind Dawn, a fearful expression in her eyes. Before she could say anything? The lycan lopped off her head, followed by Frosty ramming the door shut. A yelp of surprise shot from Ginny before she fell back onto her rear. Damn that lycan was pissed! He then snapped the door shut onto the snout, causing it to flee. Now relieved, she stood and looked out the window to find...little lycans?

"I...suppose." She backed away from the window at this point, disgusted by what was happening. They left a nice trail of blood behind and who will clean that up? The answer came from the pups licking the porch. Great...born blood thirsty creatures.

A sharp howl caused the leopardess to cease up and cover her ears, "OYE! NOT SO LOUD!" For Frosty it won't be but for her sensitive hearing? Not to mention the scent of blood. Dammit. Her human side hated it but the leopard was drooling in anticipation.

Lovely.

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Frosty looked at Ginny with worry, Maybe you should go get some rest?" He offered grabbing Mow Kum and resting it on his shoulder as he held the handle lightly. "I'll stand guard and pull an all nighter, I have off tomarrow and wasn't planning on sleeping anyways." Frosty said shutting the blinds.

Frosty walked over to the pizza box grabbing another slice seeing as how his other had gooten blood all over it. Luckily he managed to throw it outside before the lycan could get in. He placed it in the box after taking a bit from it and trying to force it down. The sight of his cousin being slain ruined his apitite even though he hated his cousin. He grabbed the mountain Dew and walked towards his bag. "Well, I wasn't planning on smoking inside but it looks as though I must. If you don't like cigerette smoke I wouldn't come in here. Sorry for the inconvience." he said pulling his pack of cigerettes from his back pack and then walking into the kitchen

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Ginny shook her head, "N-n-n-no. I'll be fine. I can't sleep now. Not after that." The female bit down on her lower lip and looked over to the right. The biting of her lip was a bad habit she got into but saw no reason to stop. There was nothing harmful about it really. "I'll drink some of that Mountain Dew." She snatched the bottle and started to drink it down! Many gulps later, she put the half empty bottle on the ground, a loud belch following shortly there after.

"No sleep for me now. Once this sugar kicks in..." She swirled her finger, showing him that she'll be going "crazy" shortly. "...hope you don't mind. And as for the cigarette smoke? I won't mind. I rather like the smell but I don't smoke." She grinned and laid back on the carpet, eyes staring up at the ceiling.

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Frosty shrugged taking a drag from his cigerette. "As you wish, you really know how to drink though..." He said holding up the half empty Mountian Dew bottle as he shrugged and took a sip from it. He as well would get hyper off of mountain dew, hence the reason he ordered it. He smirked a little as he could feel the sugar rushing to his head. "Great... I just relised something... How am I going to explain this to grany Kurgan...?" He groaned unhappily. ploping down on a step infront of the kicthen holding an Ashtray he pulled out of his bag. he had snatched it from work but it didn't matter.

He ashed his cigerette taking another deep inhale from it as he pondered the Ideas. Nothing came to mind, "I just won't tell her I guess." Frosty said shaking his head then shrugging. "Ow well she won't be missed, no one in the family liked that bitch anyways..." he mumbled under his breath. But on to greater problems, here he was. Trapped in a house, with nothing to entertain him or his guest, and his gust was a girl. A girl! How could he even begin to try and entertain a female, he never had much luck really talking to females, he'd normally listen to them and say funny little jokes here and there but he'd never actually have a full blown conversation with one, He always became nervous at doing so.

Noticing an awkward silence fell upon the room he looked around, racing in his mind about what to talk about and then failing at subjects. "Soo... Do you play video games?" Frosty asked nervously trying to start a conversation back up agian as he finnished his cigerette. He was so nervous he totally forgot that he had just smoked one and lit yet another one up.

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"Huh? Oh right. Yeah sorry. I get like this when I'm a little off balance if you get my meaning. I'm usually more talkative than this and giddier." It will still take time for the sugar rush to kick in, so for now, she chose to not say as much. "Someone is bound to know she's missing. At least those who are used to hearing her bitching. I suggest you tell your Granny what happened. If she needs convincing I'll help out." Legs folded, she pointed at the ceiling and started to trace out patterns, even counting the dots.

When he asked if she liked video games, she shrugged, "Not really. I'm not that great. Sometimes I join my friends for a few rounds of Super Smash Brawl and get my ass beaten. I flip out easily but eh, it's fun." Ginny pulled her iPod out of her pocket and started going through her list when she stumbled upon a familiar band.

"I noticed you have Slipknot on your wallet. I like them too but not too much. I only like five or so of their songs. I get picky." With a tiny click, she turned off her iPod and cupped her head into her palms. Sharp hearing had picked up on the fact that his heart was racing. Nervous was he? Eh. She won't say anything about it.

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"Yeah, they're one of my favorite heavy metal bands next to Bullet for my Valentine. I pretty much know all the lyrics to their old stuff. Not really anything from their newest album though." He replied. This was good, a little small talk never hurt anyone. He took another drag from his cigerette and then ashed it. This was seriously weird, He had friends that were female but that's becuase just like his other friends they acted more like guys with some lady qualities.

He stratched his head, this was going to be one boring night of not talking much. But then a subject came to mind. "Hey, have you seen the news lately or read a recent News Paper?" he asked curiously. He streatched over towards his bag pulling out a folded up news papper and tossing it to her. "Look at the main artical, the way the bodies were described sounds simular to a mix between Vlad Tempes and Jack the Ripper." He explained, "I'd like to know what the hell could do all that, especially to two helicopters. I think it's a vampire. Becuase The name on the wall read The Pure Blooded Killer. It's a forgoten fact that Jack the Ripper once used that title." He spoke explaining his hypothesis. "Possibly the Ripper was a vampire and went into hiding, hence how he sudenly dissapeared." Frosty went on "And Now suddenly These bizzare killings happen in the same manner... and an Old Jack the Ripper Alias is writen on a wall in blood..." Frosty paused. "The only thing that comes to mind is that either a fan of Jack the Ripper, Or a vampire who was once Jack the Ripper..." Frosty trailed off into thought.

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Ginny nodded in response and returned to staring at the ceiling. She really wasn't in a talkative mood right now but having a newspaper suddenly landing on her face changed that. A small yelp of surprise and she was up, reading the newspaper. Wow, that was a really gruesome scene, "Egads. Talk about psychotic. I heard of vampires being like this before, especially this one called Amoura or something. Odd name."

Wait a minute. Ginny narrowed her eyes at the snapshot, "There's something beside that writing on the wall. Those plants aren't native around here...in fact...those vines are more so tropical...no way..." Ginny dropped the newspaper, "As I thought. This...Vicious is working with someone and that would be Amoura. How else could those plants come out of a habitat like this?!"

"Great. Two psychotic vampires teamed as one. Mankind is doomed."

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Frosty looked up, "Vicious...? Does he have a real name?" Frosty asked smoking the last hits of his cigerette before putting it out. He set the ashtray beside him as he himself laid down. It can't be who I'm thinking... That ancient family died out centuries ago. There's no way... But the crest written in blood is an exact match. Frosty thought quitely to himself as he laid there pondering about this vicious character.

But what if it is...? If this Vicious guy is who I think it is... Then Ginny is right, we are screwed. Big time... His thoughts boggled up inside his head as he started thinking harder and harder on the subject. More anwsers just opened doors to more questions. Thus was how the brain of this strange human worked. One anwser lead into millions of other questions...

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Ginny picked up the article again and scanned it. "No. No name that I know of. Wish I knew what it was but then again...I honestly don't care. As long as they steer clear from my family and I, I don't care." She tossed the article towards Frosty and heaved a sigh. It was then her cell went off, playing the song "Rebirthing" by Skillet. "What do you want now?" There was silence but it's clear that the red head was pissed.

"Look. I don't know the streets around there, alright? Quite calling for favors and fuck off. I hate you." With a loud snap, she shut her phone and silenced it. How dare he! "Wow I'm really sorry about this. I might just block this bastard. I'm sick of him."

The leopardess stood and stretched, cracking a few bones in her back, "I hate the fact there's werewolves out there. It's such a beautiful night..."

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"Yeah..." he replied agreeing with her coment. Frosty paused, almost frozen still as his eyes grew wide and it dawned on him Who this Vicious guy was. Every string attached itself and everything became clear. "Awww shit!" Frosty said sitting up quickly. "I know who this Vicious guy is... Well not personally but I have done my history." He said standng to his feet grabbing the ashtray and once agian lighting a cigerette. Taking a deep inhale from it he exhaled the smoke before starting.

"His name isn't Vicious, that's simply an Alias just like his old one." Frosty started as he began to pace on the step. "His real name is Animus Neronumus, of the TRUE Neronumus family clan that dates back to before the dark ages. Hell, even before Vlad Tempes himself." Frosty explained. "The Neronumus family were rulers over a large district of whats now known as Germany. Animus, or Vicious as he's going by now a days was the son of Gale Neronumus. A brilliant and just ruler who, turning away from old vampiric ways and marring a human female started what was known as a great extinction where the population of Humans decreased dramatically." Frosty explained taking a hit of his cigerette. "During this war Gale had twelve followers amoung them was the Infamous Vlad Tempes Dracula the third. Also a vampire, one that matched Gale in power however not age." Frosty said taking another hit of hit cigerette as he stopped pacing a sat down.

Setting the ashtray next to him he countinued. "Now after this war all ancients vampires boyond Gale's age were slain and their old ways done away with. The twelve ancients that served with Gale formed a council known as the Court of thirteen bloods. They created new laws, Giving humans freedoms and making Lycans slaves. Well, years pasted and Gale's wife was changed into a vampire giving birth to two sons, Kel and Vicious." He paused taking the final hit of his cigerette and putting it out before he countinued. "Well, at the age of fifteen Vicious already had a spot in the council, and out little sycho vamp wasn't so sycho. Infact it wasn't until The Neronumus and Court of Thirteen Bloods suddenly vanished from the pages of history that this happened."

He took a moment to catch his breath. "An archeologist found the remains of a castle that was burned to the gorund, he found remains of wolf like men, Lycanthropes. And he also found as he carbon dated an odd white ash that the ash dated back to before the rise of modern man... My theroy is that there was an attack, a revolt. Gale and others died in the proccess however somehow vicious survive. Possibly seeing his beloved family slaughtered sent him into a sychotic shock or something. But anyways, Another Archeologist found an ancient cave where the same wolf like men remains were. My guess is that Vicious was taken slave and escaped." He paused agian for a second.

"Also, after this time. He had to of fed, So I believe that by him feeding and not killing his victim, the bacteria in his fangs caused an illiness that soon transmuted into the Black Plauge. I state this becuase samples of the dead virus aren't compatable to anything other than the venom of an ancient vampire's fangs. But also, there's more proof that this could very well be the same man." He said pausing once more as he took a large gulp of soda.

"In alot of eastern, specifically Asian and mainly Japanese folklore there are counts of a blood demon. The discription of this blood demon fit perfectly with this guy's discription. Also, durring the eighteen or seventeen hundreds durring the exact time of the White Chaple Massacre one eyes witness discribed Vicious to a tee. Then in World wars one and two, soldiers all over the world described a man with white hair and dressed in a black suit that only came out at night slaughtering any soldier that dare crossed his path. Then suddenly... Poof, gone. Like he never existed." Frosty stood up once more.

"And then now suddenly this happens? Every discription matches Vicious, every eyewitness report of seeing him slaughter? The same... the proof is there it all is, Science, History, everything! Shit we are soooooo screwed!" Frosty exclaimed as he finnished and sat back down litting another cigertte once more.

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{Nice! My turn for a history lesson >D}

Ginny's jaw was agape, eyes wide at the long description that Frosty gave her, "Yeah...we are screwed. Very, very screwed and not in a good way." The sugar was starting to kick in and now was not a convenient time. "To make matters worse? I think I figured out who this...Amoura fellow is." Ginny hopped onto her feet and started to pace, trying to remember rumors she heard from lycanthorpes, fellow were leopards and even vampires in hiding!

"You see, I keep hearing rumors going around that Amoura's original name was Elizabeth Bathory, the 'Blood Countess'. What's funny is I decided to do a little research on her myself." The leopardess paused, trying to recall what she read on wikipedia and other websites she was on, "You see as a child she witnessed extreme and clever methods of tortures and executions. One of them actually involved sewing a gypsy inside a horse. Odd now? She may not have been born a vampire but she was born a sang. Sangs are humans born with a natural taste for blood and have more animalistic instincts since the lower portion of the brain is more active. That area is more feral than human."

It would make sense, right? Amoura wasn't born a vampire but was born as a sang, "Yet, somehow, she denied those feral instincts...though she did occasionally drink blood to satisfy this urge. She helped people throughout her life, trying to ignore the lechers, drinkers and drug abusers in her family. At the age of sixteen she was married and actually fell in love with her husband."

Rather rare for those times, "And then, after years of wedded bliss? He died in the war, leaving Elizabeth grief stricken. That was all she needed to make her snap. To make matters worse? She met a vampiress named Darvulia who saw potential in her and transformed her into a vampire. After that? Things got worse for her household. She bathed in the blood of virgins, beat many young women to death until their blood coated the floors, had servants stand outside in the snow while dumping ice cold water on them until they froze to death...etc. Many other gory details..."

Ginny stopped, "Then...then...I think Darvulia might have betrayed Elizabeth and gave her up to the people. She was tried in court and imprisoned in her castle. Many say she died but...looks like she didn't...I don't know what else happened to her but......we're dead." 'The Blood Countess' and 'The Pureblooded Killer' working together?