You left me speachless

[LittleDeadGrrl]

-The cries and madness to come would be muffled by the darkness tonight. It was one of those nights were even the forest seemed to have grown quiet, the normal sounds of birds and animals were absent. All had left, abandoning the place, knowing they'd return in the morning to lap up the blood and feast on the dead. Overlooking the forest below the Volturi stood, robed, quietly judging the right course of action. Behind them werewolves sat in chains growling at each other, snapping at their own throats and feet, waiting anxiously to be set loose on the inhabitants below ... -

We should take Petre alive ... his death should be slow ...

-One spoke softly before glancing at the other ancient creature ... -

No, we cannot underestimate them ... kill any you find and quickly ... Aro wishes no survivors and if there are any we'll decide what to do with them at the end ...

-The hooded figures murmured in quiet agreement. One turned and snapped the chains letting the wolves descent as they moved bringing madness and insanity with them. The rest of the vampires, younger, but experienced, move with deadly precision like assassins using the distraction of the wolves to attack in precise fluid motion. This attack was coordinated by of course the ones below we prepared as well. The wolves always patrolled and Petre watched like some fallen angel. He moved up the steps of the house and pushed the door open catching Sebastien and Salem wrapped up together ... -

They are here ... call the others Salem ... I'm going to go meet them head on ...

-Petre smirked a bit, his eyes alight full of anticipation and enjoyment. The hunter had a prey now worthy of him and it thrilled him even if part of him was certain tonight he might finally meet the end of his long long life. Sebastien watched without showing too much emotion but he tugged Salem to him and claimed his lips softly. He'd no made the decision but h seeed to know deep down and tonight was the end or them. He smiled after the kiss and let him go. Solomon hung up on Salem moments later as he moved back into the house ... -

They're here ... come on ...

-He frowned as he growled. They already had a plan set in motion so the alpha said nothing else as he shifted up to that war form and moved. The other wolves followed. Devan stayed back with Beau to keep the witch safe as he prepared his own magic. Seth was already shifted and up in the trees planning on attacking quickly and from above. The tiger was below him moving with that deadly grace. From the opposite end Zeke and Ira were moving about to corner them from behind. Remy moved with Flint having worked out a few of his own plans. The two forces clashed in one brilliant sudden explosion. Screams of anger and pain, in human, reverberated into the night air. Sebastien had slinked from the others watching quietly when suddenly he cringed out in pain. He gasped falling to the ground. His mind and body screamed. It was like the molecules of his body were being torn apart. He knew this pain, he'd seen it, Jane's sweet gift but he'd never felt it before. Now he understood on a whole new level what true pain meant. Her soft voice washed over him ... -

We are very disappointed in you Tien ... we who nurtured you since you were a child and now you betray us ... biting the hand that feeds you is never wise ...

-Sebastien shuddered ... -

I ... I 'm sorry ... I ... never ... betrayed you ...

-He gasped as the pain ended a moment ... -

I have a gift for you ... for Aro ... a special boy ...

-He stared up still on his knees as Jane moved in closer, deep red eyes narrowing ... -

Bring him to us ... at the top of the hill ...

-She tilted his chin up ... -

You are still with us?

-He stared up quietly taking her hand gently between his own as he kissed her wrist ... -

To the end ... let me bring you a gift ...

-Jane nodded before she was gone. Sebastien rose from the ashes moving slowly through the darkness. He gazed around seeking the onslaught hesitating a moment. Salem was the only obstacle. He wanted the wolf, loved him deeply on some level, a love he'd never felt before, but he hated that love to, it was a weakness, and he knew this was not his world. He'd tried, made an attempt, but he was unhappy here, unhappy in his world, and he wanted to go home to his own. The selfish creature moved slowly spotting the little house. He reached the porch step when the Kitsune surprise him ... -



Have you seen Kala? Are they getting closer?

-Sebastien turned and shook his head faintly as he moved in and when the Kitsune turned his head to the look around the vampire gripped him from behind roughly twisting his head to the side ... -

Closer than you think ...

-He whispered in his ear as he bite down roughly drinking the sweet blood before he dropped the kitsune to the ground who shook and shuddered, the poison too much for his fragile body, the magical creature gasping as his body contorted at the extreme pain. Sebastien smirked a bit before he moved up the steps. He knocked urgently speaking softly ... -

Devan ... open up ... it's me ... we gotta move Beau they're surrounding us ...

-The half breed frowned opening the door ... -

Where can we move him? How could they have gotten so close ...

-Sebastien slipped inside nodding quietly but when Beau gazed up Sebastien was behind Devan who suddenly gasped. He stared down surprised seeing the dagger sticking out of him from behind. The silver dagger made special for vampires but it worked on him too. Sebastien dug it out and slit the half breed's throat dropping him to the ground to let him bleed to death. He might survive the night, he might not, he didn't care. He slipped in closer to Beau slamming his head against the nearby wall just the enough to make him go unconscious. As darkness spilled over his mind Sebastien stared down ... -

Enjoy the rest ... only pain waits for you when you will wake up ...

-He picked the boy up and flung him across one shoulder intent on making his escape and through the chaos it was not so difficult. He left nothing in his wake, what could he say anyway, and justifying himself wasn't his style. Back in the fray of the fight the wolf pack was holding ground, barely, but it was hard. The other wolves were hopped up on vampire blood, strong as monsters, but not disciplined. Solomon, Viktor, Gavin and Uziel like a well oiled machine. The strongest of them tore at the other wolves, tearing each one apart together. Luca, Casey, Gabriel and the snakes were taking out the vampires. Up ahead Flint could see Petre clashing with two vampires close to his own age. It was hypnotic in some ways. He was tossed aside like a rag doll slamming into trees that broke against the force of the blow before he'd rise moving almost too fast to be seen jumping one biting down on his throat drinking the blood looking for a moment like an old Viking God and not like anything modern. The hooded vampires moved in slowly before Petre gasped gripping his head ... he growled darkly ... -

Jane ... that ... stupid ... power ... doesn't ... work ... one me ...

-He rose fighting through the pain as he faced them snapping the vampire's neck next to his own before he shuddered moving back to his knees. He tried to rise again though but fell back ... -

Stay down ... you've lost ... have the dignity to die gracefully ...

-He growled flinging back at her old Dutch curses before he stopped. From the shadows he saw Sebastien moving slowly holding the unconscious boy in his arms as he slipped in closer to the old vampires. Jane smiled across at him motioning for him to go behind them. Petre gazed across at his childer and true pain crossed his features ... -

Tien ... please ...

-He begged quietly, one of the few times Petre ever would, but it was not himself, or his life, it was for his son whom he knew was making a grave mistake. It tore at him to see him go down the path of his own destruction and death. Behind them it all seemed to be going just as wrong, the ground they were holding was being lost, slowly, the wolf pack was being torn into and the younger ones were broken and tattered before the help they needed arrived. The Eastern vampires summoned as if by some strange spell came in the moment needed most. Petre stayed kneeling, half naked, staring up at the old creatures with disgust and hate ... -

You have lost ... your arrogance to think you can destroy us ... when you are nothing ...

-Petre's eyes narrowed darkly ... -

You are nothing but relics too old to know your time has come ...

-He smirked before Jane squeezed her hand and he screamed out in pain. One bigger vampire moved in closer gripping his arm and slamming it down on his knee breaking it apart before he punched the old vampire. Petre's face slammed to the side as cracks moved along his body like a statue being hammered on by stone and steel. He held on knowing there was alot of punishment he could take, knowing that as he kept their focus on him behind the battle could be won because if these older vampires descended now they might well lose. He couldn't have that. He felt Flint somewhere close and in the younger vampire's mind ran Petre's voice almost telling him to stay back and not to do anything stupid. Somewhere deep inside as Salem moved he'd suddenly hear a deadly noise from behind the young vampire about to jump him was sliced open. Suko rose quietly holding the sword delicately in her hand as she decapitated the young vampire, her eyes met his own for a moment, before she slipped back up into the tree tops moving alongside him but attacking from above. Remy moved in closer to Flint bloody and torn up holding the side of his head ... as he whispered softly ... -

What should we do ... should we help him?

-Petre down below was fighting, moving quickly, dancing from spot to spot but was essentially being torn to pieces bit by bit as the older vampires enjoyed their fun killing one of their own, one that had gone too far and broken ranks. As Remy spoke the word he'd feel a warm and he shuddered but when he turned the dark hulking creature was standing behind him. Eli wrapped an arm around Flint nuzzling into him. All watched in quiet horror but the worst was behind it all Sebastien stood and watched, emotionless, seemingly unmoved by the slow and painful death of his own maker-

[Synistergrrl]

~The moment the alarm was raised they were all in action moving into the woods to their points. Salem growled when Petre bolted out without back up. He called Salem and then went into the living room. His voice was a snarl as he was already ripping off his clothes.~

Don’t just fucking sit there, get up… Eli...

~He snapped at the wolf but there was a smirk on his lips. The two were on some level a pack amongst themselves. Flint pushed up and moved out the door with the rest of them. His worry for Petre was shadowed by the fact that there was no doubt going to be losses. He moved into the woods near Eli and Remy. The titans clashed on the battlefield of the woods of Tennessee. It was insane, a melee that was worthy of the gods. The Volturi wolves were deadly, hyped up on vampire blood, lunatics who didn’t care about anything at all save for serving their masters. Uzi was finding this out first hand as he went round with one of them trying to pin it, trying to get a good hold on it’s neck, but it wasn’t so easy. Misha passed Uzi, skidding to a halt and turning to pounce the wolf that was pinning Uzi down. The two went through the motions but with each step they gained they were pushed back three. It was a losing battle. Saia, Chase and Mickey were in the battle, but in the back trying roughly to fight off a couple of vampires that had gotten through the line. It was bad and Mickey, who could only be in that wolf form was finding it hard to do more then hold the little ground he had.~

~With each swipe and claw the group seemed to be losing ground. And they had no idea just what the were really loosing. Beau was sitting on the floor, his eyes closed. He was chanting. He felt Sebastien, felt something strange, but he couldn’t place it, he was too busy trying to keep things up. He opened his eyes in time to see Devan. Beau’s eyes widened and he just stared in shock. He pushed up off the floor, stepping out of the protective circle when Devan’s throat was cut.~

NOOOOO!!!!

~But he was hit and he fell. As darkness started to fall around him, he heard what Sebastien said. There was nothing he could say in return for his vision tunneled out and he went into another world. As Sebastien took Beau, the coyote had come up to the house to help Devan and Izumi protect Beau. He skidded to a halt when he found Izumi on the porch. For a moment he just stared and then he dropped to the porch and hugged the fox to him. He howled out his pain as the smell of Sebastien hit him. He turned and bolted after the vampire. He’d kill him for this, he didn’t care whose protection he was under. Kala darted through the woods after Sebastien. He had the vampire in his sights when pain ripped through him. Sharp shooting pain that felt like every nerve in his body was being snapped. He yelped as he hit the ground. Jane came out with a dark smile and as the coyote writhed in pain a huge hulking wolf came in and began to rip the coyote to shreds. He couldn’t even fight back, there was no saving him. The only thing that he could think was that atleast he might see Izumi again as he faded, howling to get to Sebastien.~

~Salem was taking out vampires with ease. He was a deadly foe
with little care for himself. He was snarling and snapping and they could hardly do a thing to protect themselves. He didn’t see the one leaping down on him until he heard the sound. He spun and turned to see Suko standing like some dark angel. His head cocked and he nodded that huge creature staring down at her. He spun and went off to help whomever he could. He walked up on Petre. His eyes narrowed and that’s when he saw Sebastien with Beau. He growled and took a step in, assuming that Sebastien had been caught. He was coming close when the pain hit him as well. He buckled and as a vampire pounced him, snapping at him to kill.~

TIEN!!

~It was the only sound he could get out. He was trying to fend off the fangs to keep himself from being bit. But there wasn’t that much he could do as another vampire joined the fray and the fangs sunk into his shoulder. He snapped at the vampire, enclosing the creatures head and ripping it off. Jane watched from a distance. She stood next to Sebastien, her head cocked.~

He seems surprised to see you here…

~Her eyes narrowed, she was willing to stay to watch Petre die. But that wasn’t going to happen, least not right away. Out of the darkness a buff colored wolf in that huge form appeared, barreling into her. It knocked her down causing the pain in both Salem and Petre to leave. Salem roared when it was gone, easily killing the other vampire on him. He pushed up and went to Petre’s aid, even as he was being poisoned. Flint heard Remy but it didn’t register. He felt Eli and he didn’t even wait. He shot into action knowing that dark wolf would follow him. He slammed into the nearest vampire with a force that would sound like thunder clapping. This was it, the final stand and those that were left, the older vampires were finding that suddenly they were having more to deal with then what they originally thought. The eastern vampires were there now, having taken out almost everything else in the woods. The Volturi were losing.~

~Jane snapped at Sylla, trying to get the wolf off and if Sebastien made the mistake of trying to come in and help, he’d get met with a deadly snap of the wolf’s maw. Sylla would die saving Petre if he had to but more important Sebastien could see that he intended to live and he would take these two with him. Jane managed to gain her strength and push Sylla off roughly. But when she stood to take her revenge, another was at her side.~

We have to retreat, Jane!

~He was about to speak again when he was suddenly grabbed and drug off. Jane’s eyes widened in horror, but she’d see the viper’s form near. Ira slipped from the darkness. He couldn’t to close, Tien had Beau and could easily kill the boy, but Sebastien knew by the look on the viper’s face he’d crossed a line.~

Leave Beau on the ground and run… Take your lap dog, Jane… tell Aro if he comes here again, we will come to Volture and it won’t just be us.

~She snarled at the viper but backed up slowly. She didn’t take her eyes off Ira, but she motioned for Tien to move, to run with Beau. She’d atleast have SOMETHING to bring back to Aro.~

[LittleDeadGrrl]

-In depths of the woods Solomon and Viktor were cornered not even aware of the final stand going on much farther than them. They were still fighting together but both, along with Uziel, were fucked beyond hope. At this point only the fact they were werewolves was keeping them alive, all three had been poisoned badly, bitten by the vampires and now being torn apart by the insane wolves but they were not alone and as the tied began to turn Solomon moved slowly hobbling along checking on the wounded of his own. He howled out for Misha breathless waiting to hear a response. He knew there'd be losses but somehow he knew if his mate or brother died he'd known it ... feel it ... and he didn't ... -

Check on the others ... on Mickey ...

-He snapped at Viktor who nodded holding the left side of his face that had been crushed. The bigger wolf moved to see if the youngest of the wolves was fine. He worried for Saia and Chase as well. They were not fighters. Not really. Back at the forefront Sebastien stood holding Beau closely, his one hand wrapped around his throat ready to squeeze and kill the fragile human in his embrace. He glanced at Salem and for a moment there was a tinge of pain, a tinge of regret, but it was too small... he glanced at Jane ... -

I played my part well ...

-He whispered softly in the ancient vampire's ear. He knew Salem was poisoned and there was a good chance he would die after tonight, these were not young vampires that had bitten him but somehow it didn't matter. This wasn't his home and that wasn't his mate. He had no mate. Such thing didn't exist for vampires. There was survival and power and nothing else. Petre stood back to back with Salem both gazing around growling at those that came. Petre gripped Salem's shoulder though roughly .. -

He's not captured ... don't aid him ...

-He said it simply knowing on some level the wolf would still think Tien was on their side but Petre knew better as much as it hurt him to say those words. Eli and Flint moved down to join them and it was like a line in the stand was drawn. Jane remained with Sebastien and two other ancient vampires that hadn't been taken. They were outnumbered yes but too old to just strike. Zeke moved in that large form growling as he was ready to strike when Sebastien held out his hand ... -

Back the fuck off or I'll snap his neck ...

-He took out a gun simultaneously, something Salem had given to him and shot Sylla. When Salem moved to come in closer a second bullet slammed into him as well. Sebastien had shot him without a seconds hesitation. The silver bullet tore through him making him scream out in pain. It was poison to them but it wouldn't kill him unless he got shot a few more times. Tien held the gun carefully pointing it at Zeke ... -

I bet I can shoot you a few more times before you get close enough to do shit ... back off ...

-Zeke growled but his head lowered as he backed off gripping Ira to tug him back as well a bit as the vipers moved in closer to the others. Petre moved suddenly holding Sylla carefully in his embrace as he stared at Jane darkly speaking in soft latin ... -

That boy is ours ... we will come for you ...

-Jane smirked and laughed despite the losses ... -

In Volture .... I look forward to it ... come on Sebastien ...

-The three vampires that were left back up slowly and then they were gone. Zeke moved to chase them down but Petre growled ... -

You get too close and Tien will snap his neck and throw his body at you ... stop ... we have to see what we've lost ... we'll get him back ...

-Zeke snarled shifting down to human as he moved into the old vampire punching him hard in the face but succeeding only in cracking a few knuckles-



THIS IS YOUR FAULT! That shit is your fault ... they're gonna kill him and when they do I swear to fucking god I'm gonna tear your throat out ...

-Petre sighed softly ... -

They will not kill him ... I fear they will turn him because of his gifts ... we can save him and then you can tear my throat out ...

-He kneeled back down staring down at Sylla softly not carrying about the others. He was deaf to them in the moment. He just held the wolf as he leaned in whispering his ear ... -

This will hurt ...

-He spoke in Russian as he dug his fingers deep in his back tugging the bullet out and tossing it aside. He shook his head at the stupid wolf for almost dying just to save him. He couldn't understand it. Sure they'd become closer but he didn't honestly think the wolf would risk himself in such a way. Eli whimpered softly moving in towards Salem nuzzling into him a bit which was almost comical in the large side but he could feel his alpha's pain at the betrayal of his mate. He licked at the wound before a delicate figure moved in closer-

Please move aside ...

-Eli snapped his jaw at the fragile vampire who stared up at him unmoved ... -

He is poisoned ...

-She slipped passed Eli and moved into Salem who was still in that hulking form no doubt no more dangerous than ever with Sebastien's loss. She gazed up at him ... -

I can suck out the poison if you let me ... else you may die ... those were very old vampires ...

[Synistergrrl]

~Misha heard the howl and for a moment he couldn’t respond. It took him a moment as he managed to finish off the vampire on top of him. He pushed up and howled back, but it sounded weak. He was hurt, not bitten, thank god, but his leg was crushed in a way that he wasn’t so sure was going to heal. He had been making his way towards the main melee, but had been stopped. He was now limping along back towards were he heard Sol. He whined a bit, but stopped when a shadow appeared before him. For a moment he was sure he was dead, but then one of the eastern vampires appeared. The vampire stared at the wolf and then dropped down and offered the wolf some help. Misha had shifted down to the smaller wolf form and sort of crumpled into the vampire. He was tired and worn and hurt. The vampire picked him up and carried him along to the others. ~



~Salem was leaning against Petre, wounded, but still fighting. He snarled when he heard Petre, but then he took a step towards Tien. He was still positive, even after all this that Sebstien would help him. He saw the gun, but he didn’t even think anything of it. When Tien shot Sylla, Salem’s growl rolled off him. But when Sebastien shot him, it was shocking. It ripped through him like white hot fire. And he knew in that moment that whatever they had was gone. He dropped to the ground for a moment, but he was pissed, obviously and rightly so. Salem was on his knees but the truth was he was considering still charging Tien and taking off his head for this betrayal. Sylla was whining, holding his gut.~

Zeke…

~Ira’s voice was deadly and Zeke knew that the viper was just as pissed as him. He stared at Sebastien and Jane, but he backed up a bit as they took off with Beau over their shoulder. Mickey, Saia and Chase showed up with Viktor just as Sebastien and them were running off. Mickey whined as he moved in closer to Chase. Uzi appeared with Solomon, Seth and Luca, all wounded, Luca was bitten, but he seemed for the most part to be dealing with it. He was limping, and bloody, but he was still walking. He was helping Uzi who was carrying Seth. Casey was walking beside Viktor with Gabe on the other side. Casey and Gabe looked surprisingly well. But they had both drank the blood of the vampires and wolves they’d killed. But everything was exploding as Zeke punched Petre and Petre was trying to help Sylla.~



~Flint had moved in closer to Petre, his hand on the vampire’s shoulder. He didn’t want to say I told you so, but fuck if it wasn’t true. He watched the old creature with Sylla and sighed abit before he turned to see Eli standing near Salem who was starting to fade a bit. But Suko appeared and Flint was surprised to see the girl come near Salem. That hulking dark wolf leaned into her and lay his head against her. She could feel how badly he was hurt, not just physically, but emotionally. The bite was poisoning him and the bullet was just making it worse. He lifted his big clawed paw and lay her hand where the bullet was. He was giving her permission to get that piece of metal out of his body.~



~The entire pack was in trouble. Beau wasn’t there to heal them. But as they all limped back to the house, the worst would sink in. Laying in the yard was what was left of Kala and Izumi’s body was on the porch. Inside they’d find Devan dead as well. Saia broke down the moment he saw Izumi and Kala, burying into Chase. Mickey had shifted but when he saw Devan in the bedroom, he found he wanted to do nothing but shift back to the wolf. He went to go get clothes, tugging Remy with him. Misha stood on the porch shaking his head. He knew that it could have been so much worse, but this was still bad. Ira slipped in with Zeke and touched Misha.~

I need some things from Beau’s room. I can help those that got bitten…

~Misha nodded as the viper went by him and then Ira spoke to Zeke.~

Get Misha inside, all the wounded. We still have work today. We’ll need everyone healed as soon as possible. I don’t want to waste time when we need to go after Beau. I have a call to make as well. We’ll need back up…

[LittleDeadGrrl]

-Solomon heard the weakened growled and began moving towards the sound as fast as he could. He was tore up badly, there were scratch marks all along his back and side, and numerous bite marks but he'd not been bitten by a vampire thankfully, even so, he knew right now he was living on adrenaline only and when he shifted to human he'd probably pass out but he could feel his mate's pain and there was no way he wasn't going towards him. He caught sight of the eastern vampire carrying him as he moved in towards him and held out his arms in that large form. He lifted up Misha taking him from him as leaned in nuzzling and licking at his wounded leg ... -

Are you O.K?

-He whispered softly in his ear before he moved with him towards the others still carrying him. He arrived with Misha at the same time the others came, all of them assembled, save for Beau who had been stolen, and three others who were strangely absent. He could feel the pit of his stomach drop but he said nothing as he moved in a bit closer to watch and find out what had happened. Petre was ignoring the others as he held Sylla close to him picking up the small wolf. He faltered a moment and only Sylla saw the depth of pain in his eyes, not just physical, which was great, but emotional. He'd lost his childer and it stung deeply. He closed his eyes, the auburn hair falling into those deep red eyes as he murmured softly in his native Dutch language ... -

Forgive me my childer ... your failures are my failures ...

-He sighed opening his eyes and in that moment the rest of the world seemed to fade. He gazed at Sylla quietly dusting his bloodied hand across his forehead as he stared at the wolf speechless but there was a moment that passed between them. He leaned in whispering in his ear ... -

If you want my blood ... to heal ... it's yours ...

-He offered quietly unsure if the wolf would take it but he offered it none the less. He lifted him up easily and carried him along with the others as they moved back towards the main house to heal and see what the damage had been. Zeke was still vibrating full of anger and hate even as he moved in that human form, stark naked, he looked unapproachable save by Ira of course. Seth lay on Uziel's arms whimpering, unconcious, pale and shaking from the vampire bite he'd taken. He'd heal but his kind were so much weaker when it came to bites. Gabriel moved along side Casey, both the vampires relatively unharmed, but they eyes were the deepest red. Remy's own eyes were red as well. He'd feasted on the others. He moved in towards Mickey quickly checking the wolf over. Petre had stared up slowly when Flint touched him. He could see the words on the tip of his tongue but he growled a bit cutting him off. He was in no mood to hear "I told you so". He just carried Sylla back towards the house. Eli growled at the girl snapping his jaw at her again but when Salem seemed to allow her close he backed off slowly and moved in towards Flint nuzzling into the vampire as he tugged him in closer against his massive furry body. Mitsuko ran her fingers through Salem's muzzle as he buried into him a bit enjoying the closeness-

-She pushed him down slowly forcing him to sit before she used to jagged sharp nails to dig into his side. She felt around for the bullet before she tugged it out slowly and tossed it aside. She moved and crawled up on his lap sitting as he cupped his face staring into his massive maw before leaning in surprising those around as he kissed along the edge of his muzzle before she opened her mouth slowly. Salem could feel himself grow weaker as she did this, the two of them almost seemed to glow, and a pale black substance came from his mouth, like smoke, and slipped into her own as she sucked out the poison slowly. Her eyes closed drawing it into her body bit by bit. He felt himself grow weaker and than stronger and stronger as the pain subsided. It took a moment before she pulled back violently clutching her side as she doubled over and threw up blood. She spat the last bit out and gasped for air shuddering as she leaned into him. Gabriel watched with a furrowed brow but he glanced back at Seth and some of the others. He moved in towards Salem and Suko-

Can you do that for the others ...

-She stared up paler than before, her eyes had gone a deep dark shade of black, the white pupil vanished in some eerie fashion as she nodded weaker ... -

Yes ... but in a moment ...

-She tried to stand but her knees buckled beneath her weight as she gripped Salem's shoulder gritting her teeth in annoyance at the momentary weakness as she tried to stand again. They all moved slowly back to the house. One of the eastern vampires lay in pieces. Suko stared down and frowned as she stopped touching his decapitated head murmuring soft words in Japanese before she rose and left his body for now. When they got there Chase tugged Saia to him holding him close. He shuddered. Solomon frowned unable to say anything just watching in horror and sadness the same way the others did. Zeke moved in and frowned touching the other two before he stared inside looking at Devan. He could smell Sebastien all over them and in that moment he lost it for a brief second, screaming out in anger, as she took the near by chair and slammed it against the wall over and over again until he felt a bit better. He sighed letting go of some of the pain before he glanced at Ira and nodded trying to keep it together. He lifted Devan's body and moved it outside with the others taking all three in some secluded spot. They all began to slip inside the house. The ones least wounded helping those that were wounded to rest inside as they shifted back to human. Mitsuko helped, quietly, silently, coldly, tending to the wounded. Zeke helped Ira tend to them as well. Gabriel left to clean up the mess they'd left outside. There were alot of killed wolves that needed to be disposed of. Petre sat by Sylla's side watching him quietly but the old vampire seemed a million miles away ... -

[Synistergrrl]

~Misha nuzzled into Sol when the bigger wolf picked him up. He sighed softly into the wolf.~

I am now... you? What about you?

~He was worried for the wolf but he was like any good alpha bitch he was worried for his pack as well. He whined a little bit when Sol licked his leg but he just nuzzled into the alpha as they drew into the rest. There were losses and several of them were wounded still, but they could only try and pick up the pieces.~

~Salem heard Eli growl but he let his hand touch the wolf to let him know that it was alright. And then he let Suko start to work. He winced but there was no growl or snarl as she dug into him, hiding the pain. And when she started to kiss that maw, the wolf was actually surprised by her actions. But he was growing weaker and he wasn't really caring at the moment what was happening. But then he started to feel stronger and he shuddered. When she pushed off him, puking up blood, Salem moved in closer. He'd not shifted, but his arm went around her even as she stumbled. He wasn't patronizing her, but he held her up until she was steady. When Gabe spoke to her, Salem kept her close. There was something in the wolf that was a bit broken. It was obvious in the way he moved. As they drew back to the house, he pulled on some clothes and went to hep Gabe bury the dead and clean up the rest. He seemed to need to have something to keep his mind on rather then the betrayal of Tien.~

~Sylla sighed, but he shook his head refusing to take the vampiric blood. Instead he just nestled into Petre's arms slowly falling asleep against the vampire. As the older creature growled at Flint, the younger sighed. He moved in a bit closer for a moment, touching Petre again and leaning into him. He felt badly for Petre and he was no way wanting to say anything to Petre to upset him.~

I'm sorry, Petre... You need something to drink... Stay here with Sylla and I'll bring some blood...

~He slipped off, letting his hand brush across Eli. He was worried about Petre's mind after what had just happened. But he pulled Eli with him and touched the wolf almost gently.~

You are alright, right?

~Those bright red orbs looked the wolf over. He sighed and then he brushed his fingers through the wolf's fur.~

We need to hunt for Petre. He's too wounded...

~Ira was with Zeke when he flipped out. He didn't stop the viper from losing it, he understood it. But he remained quiet and calm. between the four of them things had gotten better. And Devan had become friendly with some of the others. Infact, Casey had brushed out of the room when he'd seen Devan's dead body. Ira waited for Zeke to calm before he touched the viper.~

We will get him back...

~He was determined and he also knew that when he spoke to the elders about this, well that Aro was digging his own grave, especially taking an innocent like Beau. But he had to help those that were wounded. As Suko worked on sucking out the poison, Ira went through setting bones and working on cleaning up wounds. But in the back of his brain all he was thinking about was getting Beau back as quickly as possible. That one little fact was actually the one thing that was on all of their minds. It was at the fore front and ofcourse the fact that they'd lost 3 of their pack and it felt hollow to them all.~

[LittleDeadGrrl]

~I'll never talk again, oh boy, ou've left me speachless
You've lef me speechless, so speechless
and I'll never love again, oh boy, you've left me speechless
You've left me speechless, so speachless
You popped my heart seams, my bubble dreams~

-The night wore on quietly. Outside Gabriel stood beside Salem watching the big bone fire of bodies. He felt the snowflakes land on them as it began to snow. A rare occurrence in this place but somehow it felt right. They needed the snow to cover the whole horror of the place. His deep dark red eyes watching the dead without speaking, thinking on the betrayal, on what they had lost, and how close he had come to dying tonight as well. After a hundred years he'd almost begun to think of death as something that would never happen but they'd managed to kill several ancient vampires tonight, ones as old as Petre, and he was once again reminded that none of them were immortal. Not really. He glanced at the wolf quietly before Salem felt him a bit closer. The vampire didn't try and speak to him or comfort him. He just stood there as if he hoped his presence would help comfort the wolf. After a while he left him alone with his grief and then he felt a different presence ... -

I always loved fire ... it cleanses everything ... leaves things new ...

-Mitsuko spoke quietly. She stood, her hands clasped behind her back, as she watched the flickers begin to die out leaving only ember in its awake. She'd helped heal the others as much as she could before going to bury her own dead. She knew Salem's mate had betrayed him, flashes of her own pain echoed through her, she remembered her own death before she buried it back afraid the demon would emerge thankfully she felt stronger tonight, after the death and carnage, the demon was always satisfied so it slept quietly-

Will we? And what's he going to be like if he's even alive ...

-Zeke had asked quietly. He frowned. Beau was too good. Too pure. Too sweet. What were they going to do to him. He didn't care how the world had corrupted him, destroyed his mind, twisted him in many ways, but Beau was like some perfect thing in a fucked up world and he wanted to keep him that way and he knew somehow when they found him, if they found him, because fuck they were going to go into the heart of Volture to get him and more of them would die, well what would they find? He shook his head quietly as he sat on the couch. The others were mostly asleep by now, save for the vampires, and the house was quiet but it felt hallow somehow. He contemplated Devan's death, the half breed and him had not become friends exactly but he knew they shared a love and that bonded them. He'd begun to even like the fox and the coyote. He leaned forward closing his eyes ... -

I want Petre and Salem dead for this bullshit ... Solomon too ... we all knew he was a monster and we just ignored it ...

-He growled the words speaking them to Ira only knowing he didn't mean them, not really, but knowing Ira would understand. Upstairs Solomon lay in bed with Misha. Both were wounded badly, they would need a long time to heal, even for werewolves. Solomon sighed staring up at the ceiling, his arms and chest and shoulders bandaged up. He smiled softly but it was full of sadness and pain ... -

We both look like we belong in a sarcophagus ...

-He sighed softly and then leaned into Misha burying into him as if he was about to sleep but Misha felt he alpha's tears. It was a rare moment of weakness, he'd never seen him cry, but he did now, feeling the loss of three of his pack deeply and knowing that it was his fault because he was alpha and they trusted him. He should have seen Sebastian's betrayal. He should have done something about it. It had been a mistake that had cost three lives. He lay there for a moment just needing to be close to him. In the other room Gabriel lay beside Luca running his fingers through the tiger's hair as he watched him drift off to sleep thankful once more he was alive and well. He knew he was growing complacent thinking nothing could kill the tiger and he also knew when he lost him it'd kill him, no matter what he said to Casey about the fact he could easily replace him. He knew he couldn't. He sighed laying into him. In the room across the hall both Seth and Uziel lay on the bed looking fucked up. The younger cat hadn't really regained consciousness, he only moaned softly ever so often, but he'd live thanks to the eastern vampire and to Ira's mending. Gavin sat on the couch watching them with a frown. Alexei lay beside him asleep. He smiled nuzzling into him ever so often. All of them were bandaged up badly but he'd managed to take the least brunt of the big four wolves. He ran his fingers through Alexei's hair knowing the smaller wolf was devastated by the loss of the pack mates. He watched Uziel quietly hoping they'd not lose any more. Sleep tugged at him as well but this was his pack now and he knew he couldn't lose them so he forced himself to stay awake fearful something else might go wrong-



-.... and somewhere in the house Petre lay on a bed staring out the window. Eli and Flint had brought him blood and he'd drank deeply. Some of his wounds visibly healing but he'd be out of commission for at least a week. On the bed next to him lay Sylla buried against him. He had one arm around the smaller wolf that had risked it all to save his life but part of him hated him for that. He wished he was dead. His own stupidity had cost them three pack mates. His childer had betrayed him. Had shot but this wolf that meant the world to him and Salem. His eyes darkened. It was suicide to go to Volture. He knew it. A blood bath. He wondered if there was a way for him to fix it. He knew Aro might trade that little boy for him, for his life, maybe he'd offer it and make the switch. He knew what awaited him, true pain, they'd cut him up and bury him without blood. He'd live for a century that way, half alive, before his body would succumb. It was the word death possible but did he not deserve it. He'd killed so many. He stared down at Sylla knowing in the end his presence just destroyed the wolf more and more because he was falling in love with the thing that had killed his mate, his pack. It was sick. It was wrong. He dusted his fingers through his hair kissing the top of his head-

-In the other room Eli lay on the bed snoring quietly looking like a peacefully puppy after too much hard play. He'd not taken too much damage. He lay against Flint, one arm wrapped around him possessively. He didn't want to let him go, he was afraid to lose him, afraid of this plan to go to Volture to get that stupid beautiful little boy. He never wanted to go there again. It was his nightmare come true. He was finally free but he knew they'd go, he knew Flint would, and he knew he'd go with him and he also knew if it all went to shit and he was captured there would be no easy death for him. The night had ended and they'd won, but what a heavy heavy price ... -