"They'll be a liability if the coven gets it into their heads to cause some damage," Kanti answered skeptically. She wasn't fond of the idea of two royals traipsing about investigating while she was stuck behind a desk. "My orders haven't changed- I think Ms. Scope is going to try and bring the case to court soon," she frowned, "Truth is I'd almost rather get convicted than deal with another day of paperwork."

---

"Oh...Ohhhhh..." Cyrano replied slowly. He frowned slightly, "You really think so? I guess I could try to talk to her if you think I should. Maybe there's something else we could have her do around here that's less- complicated?"

---

Zaref laughed slightly, "Well I don't know if he'll even care about tracking me down. He wasn't exactly...interested in me at all, even when he found out about our connection." He sighed and raised a hand to touch Selena's cheek, "Don't worry about it."

---

"Nothing to do right now," Pepper answered Neal, "Terrance should be back soon and then we'll get ready for the wedding. If anything interesting happens I'll call for you."

She nodded at Malachi and watched him go over to Satin. The zombie found it hard to believe the girl was even alive after her stupid stunt. Mr. T. wouldn't be happy when he heard about it. She knew what his decision would be. Maybe I should go find the wretch and save Terrance the trouble... she thought and then headed down the stairs and towards the woods.

Udi watched Pepper vanish and then looked around the camp, wondering what he could do to entertain himself.

Satin looked away from where Pavel was standing and to the short babbling person who had brought the newcomer over. She listened, trying to catch what the short one was talking about. Pushing back the hair falling from her braid, she looked at the newcomer, thinking he looked awfully normal for an Unnatural.

"Nice to meet you, Malachi who can't fly," she offered, holding out a hand with a slight smile. If feeding vampires wasn't for her, the least she could do was act as the camp greeter.

---

"It's alright," Naomi answered, looking from Josh to Indigo, "Your connection with your brother will not work if you are both not shifted, correct?" she asked, wondering what the chances were of that happening, "We should make camp nearby and observe the security protocol for a day. You'll have a greater chance of being able to speak to your brother as well."

---

Curse smiled at Caerwyn and then turned back to the closet, swiftly pulling out a light blue dress to wear for the wedding. "Well I should hurry and get ready then," she said with a smile and brought the dress over behind a dressing screen in the corner of the room.

Mark slapped his forhead then decided to do a kind deed and try to get the little crazy one out of everyones hair. He muttered somthing under his breath and said "Jackie slash Jack, look what I can do... I can fly" he said as his feet lifted an foot off the ground.
---

Jason looked grim. "Don't talk like that," he said in a low voice. He thought for a moment. "I'm sorry I can't do anything for your desk job situation, but if you were to go out for some coffee and happen to stumble upon the royals asking for assistance, well I can't really stop you from offering some help under the radar." He could not believe what he was saying. He toeing an extremely fine line talking like this and he never, ever even considered breaking the law or bending it in any way, shape, or form. Something must be wrong with him. Some days he wondered if he had not been bitten by an Unnatural and it was changing him from the inside out.

----

Ian had expected his friend to either laugh it off or find it embarrassing and was slightly caught off-guard by Cyrano's reaction. Still, he hastened to cover his surprise by nodding. "Thanks, I appreciate it." He glanced around Cyrano and sighed. "Better think of something to say quickly, because here she comes." He shook his head from side to side slowly, as if the sight pained him. If one was looking at Melanie they probably would have done the same thing.

Melanie was decked out all in black, form-fitting leather. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. On her feet were black combat boots, and her hands were covered with black leather gloves. She wore large black sunglasses and in her hand she carried a small black bag that contained who-knew-what?

Essentially she looked very much like either a burglar on a mission to break into a high-security bank, or a secret agent tailing a high-priority criminal. Whichever it was that she wanted to look like, it would have been perfectly inconspicuous . . . if she had been skulking in a dark alleyway and not standing in a sunlit office in the middle of the afternoon.

"Hello brother," she said in a solemn voice. "Do you have the plans for the Monstropolis Daily building?"

Ian did a mental and then literally facepalm. "Melanie, I told you, this isn't some kind of movie or TV show. You've got to stop playing this game."

Melanie lowered her sunglasses and regarded both men with heavily lined eyes. "Who's playing?"

Ian threw up his hands in surrender and turned to give Cyrano a helpless look.

----

Selena smiled faintly and covered his fingers on her face with her own. "I'll do my best not to," she promised.

----

The short person sniggered to itself. "Malachi who can't fly," it giggled. "That rhymes!" The short Unnatural glanced sidelong at Mark and rolled its large eyes. "That's not flying, silly. That's hovering. Besides, you got no wings." With that it turned its attention back onto Malachi and Satin.

----

Indigo nodded wordlessly. Turning from the other two, he jogged some distance away from Savage's place, silently gauging how far he could be from the lab and still be able to communicate with Brick. After a moment he picked a spot and pulled off his cut-offs, changing into his wolf form almost simultaneously. Then he hunkered down into the grass to wait.

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Caerwyn meandered back to the bed and sat down as Curse disappeared behind the screen to change. Kicking his feet idly, he glanced down at his own faded white shirt, brown pants, leather shoes, and blue cape. He had worn different clothes throughout his lifetime, but for some reason he always reverted back to these old things. The things he had worn when he had smuggled Gwendolen out of the monastery.

I . . . don't have anything nice to wear, he realized suddenly. He frowned and looked over at the screen. I don't suppose anyone would really mind . . .

Still, it felt wrong somehow to go to a wedding so . . . scruffy looking. He ran a hand over his dark hair. It had not been cut in . . . a rather long time and it hung shaggy around his forehead, ears, and neck. Glancing down at his hand, he grimaced slightly at the dirt underneath his fingernails. There was a time when he had been well-groomed and waited on hand and foot by servants. He had gotten used to living in the wild, but that did not mean he did not feel a slight need to clean up when going to some important event. Like a wedding . . .

P.S."Brooklyn!"

"Alright. See you at the wedding then...." Neal said with a nod to the zombie before heading inside the chapel and up to his room in the attic. It was a little smaller than the attic in the old chapel, but it still worked just fine. A dresser, bed and a couple of nails in the wall for hanging coat and hat were the only furnishings in the room.

Neal took off his fedora and hung it on it's appointed nail before walking over to the old dresser. The Darkling opened the top draw and pulled out a stack of newspapers. Neal began flipping through the various articles as he took a seat on the side of the bed.... reading all the pieces about various strange killings, Karl's handiwork.

"And it didn't work...Oh well it was worth a shot... I would grow wings but I don't know the undoing spell so I'd live the rest of my life with a pair of wings" he said sarcasticly as he walked away.
---
Von looked over, trying to hear what Croft was talking about with the detective... "If I could get a recording..." he thought and looked around "Darn, to many people"
---
Josh looked around, shrugged then went to follow the werewolf when he felt pain surging across Adam's mentle link with him

WHAT HAPPENED?!

uhh... Eletric shock...

Oh good, I thought something bad happened.

Thhhaaannnkkks

Josh grimaced and continued forward to sit down against a tree and try to get into the mind of a mouse... Then he would be able to veiw the complex from the mouse's eye's. It wasn't happening, his mind wasn't advanced enough yet.

Malachi took Satin's hand gently and shook it. Other men might have fallen for the urge to kiss it or do some other cliched maneuver that would probably send the young woman screaming for the nearest sharp weapon. Malachi had learned the hard way to avoid this.

"If I had known that I would be spending my exile from the rest of the world in such lovely company, I would have run away to your camp earlier," Malachi said, returning Satin's smile. He did his best to ignore whatever was going on between Jackie and Mark.

"Sir?" Kanti said, raising an eyebrow. She looked at Jason a moment and then saluted with a playful look in her eyes, "Thank you sir- if you'll excuse me. I think I'll go get some coffee." She turned on her heel and headed towards the door without a glance back.

---

Cyrano was too stunned by Melanie's outfit to say anything at first. He just stared, wondering where the heck she had managed to purchase something like that. It's not like DT had an Assassins Inc. around...

"Melanie, could I talk to you for a minute?" he finally asked, stepping forward to take her by the elbow. He glanced at Ian and winked before looking back at Melanie.

---

Elisabeth frowned slightly as she looked out the window of the high class cafe on the ground floor of the hotel. She was sick of this little town with it's lack of entertaining places or people. The ball had been the most interesting night since they'd been there, and that'd been a month ago. Turning her face back to the interior of the place, she reached for her porcelain cup and took a drink of tea with a sigh. The royal guards standing nearby looked very bored but she figured if she had to suffer...so did they.

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Coughing discreetly into the collar of his coat, Cotton crossed the street over the offices of Ruth's society. This was the last place he'd thought he'd come crawling back to, but now there was no choice. If he didn't get some money soon there'd be no hope of escaping Ditto Town before this whole Unnatural mess hit the fan.

Looking both ways, Cotton stopped in front of the front door, smoothing back his long hair before he put his hat back on and entered. His hand closed around the weapon under his coat- Ruth would undoubtedly be unhappy to see the man who had betrayed her before.

---

Pepper slowed her pace as she neared the last place that she'd seen Eslatar. The woods looked all the same to some people, but the zombie knew how to look for things, it was almost like a heightened awareness of people's intentions...but she'd never thought about it much. It was useful, and that was all that mattered at the moment.

"Es- I know you're here," she offered, loud enough for the vamp to hear if he was around.

The forest was silent as she looked into the shadowy corners of the area. Ever since his change, Eslatar had become more vulnerable to the sunlight that he had been due to his shared blood with Kes. The zombie knew it was due to the natural vampire instincts that had been heightened along with his thirst.

Suddenly, she was thrown to the ground as the vampire landed on her from above, driving her down onto the log she'd been standing near. A branch rising up from the stump drove into her back- puncturing straight through her abdomen. There was a flash of pain, something the zombie hadn't felt from the wound but from a memory that had cropped up and then vanished like smoke.

"You smell horrible," Eslatar sneered, losing his interest in the quarry now that he realized who it was. He looked at the branch protruding from her stomach and smirked. "Shame I didn't aim better," he added, lifting his body from hers and tapping her forehead.

"You never were very good at judging," Pepper replied, using her strength to push him off and away. She stared at the thin branch a moment before she began wriggling up from the stump, carefully maneuvering it back through her body. The zombie rose, pale blue liquid staining the front of the white shirt she was wearing.

The two stared at each other warily.

"You know why I'm here Eslatar. You shouldn't have done it. It's one step too far. If you'd killed Satin I'd be here with a different message, but since she's safe I'm giving you a chance. Leave."

The vampire was unimpressed by the order, delivered in a voice that showed no emotion whatsoever. He was sick of Pepper, so controlled and unaffected, standing there as if nothing in the world could change her while he had to deal with the needs tearing him apart from the inside. Raising his chin in defiance, he let out a yell, his fangs dripping with rage-inspired venom.

"You can't make me go- I don't have anywhere else."

"I will make you go if I have to Eslatar. You're not wanted here anymore. By Terrance's authority, I banish you."

---

Satin returned the handshake firmly, blushing slightly. She was used to vampire's coming onto her, it happened all the time when she'd been in charge of Blood and Tears, but that could be explained away by the obvious attraction of her blood. Not that she could honestly say she minded, the guy did have a nice smile.

"Well, I'm a bit of a tag-along. I'm not really an Unnatural, just a supposedly dead barmaid turned fugitive," she replied, noting that she sounded a bit ramble-y.

---

Zaref smiled back at Selena, "Guess I better go check and make sure Satin's prepared the 'refreshments', just in case Talullah or any other vampires show up."

---

Naomi watched the two spread out a bit. Shaking her head slightly, she looked around, scoping out a good place to set up camp.

---

Savage watched the two werewolves return to their cages. "Give the male some more outside town," he said to the technician. "We'll have a harder time dealing with him if he doesn't wear off some of that rage." Smiling, he left the room just as the man nodded and punched the buttons to keep Brick's door open while Lark's closed.

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Curse came back out from behind the screen, smoothing her hair and then the dress. She glanced at Caerwyn, noting his glance at his hand. "We should get you cleaned up," she said to him with a smile. "I've a tub the size of a swimming pool in there," she added, pointing towards the bathroom door.

Mark felt a sharp ping of pain from Pepper, he knew very well that the zombie could take care of herself but... This was an insane vampire and he feared the worse so he took off towards where she was headed.

When he arrived he turned himself invisable and silenced any sound he would make then slunk around to face Eslatar's back and took away the spells. Then he drew his machine gun "Eslatar, I suggest you follow Peppers orders, this gun is loaded with silver bullets with fire at a rate of 15 rounds per seccond. So if I fire a for ten secconds you'll have 150 bullet flying at you. Then if that doesn't work I always have..."

at this he drew his sword and held the gun with one hand "This, also made of silver... You see, it wouldn't be that hard to kill you so once again. I suggest you leave"
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Von sighed as Kari walked out of the room, spun his chair around and rolled over to his filing cabinet and opened it... He picked out a small recorder, turned it on and put it under his desk then kicked it under it, across the hallway and into Croft's office as the door swung shut.

Jason heard a strange scraping sound near the door to his office and glanced down to see the tape recorder. Frowning, he bent and picked it up, turning it over and taking out the batteries. He wondered briefly who could have been ignorant enough to believe he would not notice it. Still this meant trouble. He would have to keep a closer eye on all his men if he was going to be able to help Kanti at all.

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Melanie nodded and allowed Cyrano to take her aside. "Do you need an outfit too?" she asked, taking off the sunglasses completely to look up at him. "I have another set at the house. I could fetch it for you."

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Thomas sat across from his sister, absently tapping his foil with his finger in a fast, four beat rhythm. He was bored out of his skull. At first the investigation had been exciting as they discovered clues around the hotel room. But then came the time when they had to process everything and it was taking longer than Thomas thought it needed to.

With a sigh he glanced out of the window and then straightened as he caught a flash of silver hair turning around a corner into an alleyway. He peered closely at the spot and started when a scrawny boy holding a silver plate disappeared into the alley as well.

"Hey," he said quietly to his sister. "Remember that girl that helped us at the ball? I think I just saw her. . . . Maybe she could help since she's a, well, you know." He looked at Elisabeth pointedly.

----

Selena grimaced but nodded, standing in one fluid motion. She looked down at her dress for a moment before glancing over at Zaref.

"Should I change first?"

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Brick frowned in confusion as his door stayed open. Were they giving the werewolves more time? He turned quickly and ran to Lark's tunnel but looking down it he could see that her door was still closed shut. With a frustrated growl, he raced in and grabbed the door, ignoring the electric shock that ran through his body. But after tugging for a while with no results and continual pain, he stumbled back, releasing the door. With an angry howl he ran toward the "outdoor" area, shifting in mid-run. It was like Button's zoo, only much, much worse. At least Button never performed experiments on them.

Brick ran around the perimeter of the outdoor area, wearing himself out. Suddenly he stopped, quivering, as his mind touched that of his brother's.

"Indy?" he inquired hesitantly, sure he was hallucinating or something.

"I'm here little brother," came the swift reply. "I'm going to get you out of there. How's Lark?"

"Pregnant," Brick snapped, angry all over again.

There was silence for a moment. "Rest, Firebrick, but stay shifted. I'll be here."

With unnerving calm, Brick padded silently back to his cell and lay down, curling up as tight as his massive form could. Then he shut his eyes and listened to the comforting words of his brother.

((I'm ready to jump them when you are, Marshy. ))

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Caerwyn looked at Curse in silence for a moment, before he realized he was staring and blushed faintly. Turning toward the bathroom he raised an eyebrow. A swimming pool? Really?

Suddenly he grinned and ran into the room, looking down at the bath in slight awe. The knobs slowly turned on their own, and he watched as the massive tub filled with deliciously warm water. Not bothering with changing out of his clothes (as they were dirty as well), he ran forward and launched himself into the water, laughing delightedly as he splashed around for a moment. He had not had a bath in a real bathtub in . . . he could not remember. Streams and rivers served the purpose well enough, but they were usually cold and full of fish. It was decidedly uncomfortable. This, this felt wonderful.

P.S."Brooklyn!"

Portia slumped in a chair, moodily toying with her drink. She had camped out in this dim corner of the bar for a few hours now, ordering new drinks whenever the bartender started looking irritated by her presence. She supposed there were better things to do with her time, but at the moment she couldn't think of any. That was possibly due to the alcohol making her head fuzzy, but she wasn't that worried about it. She idly looked up at the door as it opened, ready to teleport out if it was one of the bounty hunters who had been chasing her lately.

"Night, this is not the kind of place we need to be visiting," Christopher said as he opened the door to the bar for the girl accompanying him.

"Chris, I'm exhausted. I need to sit down or I won't be able to keep going. I'm sure those people aren't after us anymore."

"Night, that woman who touched you died. I don't think they're going to stop anytime soon," Christopher hissed, looking around warily as they approached the bar.

Night didn't respond, just scrubbed tears away and sagged into a chair and pulled her cloak's hood down until her face was completely hidden in shadow.

Portia shrugged and drained her mug. There was something odd about the couple that just entered, but couldn't muster any interest in inspecting them closer.

Christopher ordered non-alcoholic drinks, which earned him a condescending snort and laugh from the bartender and turned around to see Night wandering back to the table in the corner where Portia sat. Considering the table was occupied by a lone woman and most of the other tables were surrounded by dirty unshaven ruffian types, Christopher supposed Night's choice was the best one.

"Hi. Um, can I sit here. Me and my friend?" Night asked timidly.

Portia shrugged and said, "If you want. It's a free country. Mostly. Depending on who you are."

Night sat down in the chair, trying her best to stay alert and ready to bolt to safety. She and Christopher had been on the run for a long time now, ever since human/Unnatural relations had gone from strained to deadly. A few months before, they'd finally found a town where they thought they might be safe. Unfortunately, a sympathetic woman had tried to hold Night's hand and had been driven into a panic attack as a result. Even more unfortunately, the woman had a weak heart and dropped dead right in front of Night. This resulted in the usual torch-bearing mob.

"Hello, sorry to disturb you," Christopher said as he walked up, smiling his best charming smile.

Portia tried to respond, but her tongue suddenly didn't want to cooperate. She considered the fact that she had had too much to drink.

-----

"Can I tag-along with you?" Malachi asked.

Von cursed inwardly, the recorder hadn't slid far enough and Croft had found it so he went back to work on figuring out a way to catch the sargent in the act... He was concocting some of the most strange and utterly ridiculas plans. He had long ago taught himself to think outside the box but this... This was stupid.
---
Josh sighed as he leaned against the tree... Still trying to get into the mouse's head but it still wasn't working. He finally gave up "Nothing" he said and rolled over on to his stomach.

Took the rucksack off his back and grabbed a water bottle sat up before pouring the contents down his throut. Then asked Indigo quite timidly because he was still quite scared of the werewolf "Reach anyone?"
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Steel wandered into another bar to celebrate his succes with a smirk on his face... He walked up to the bar and asked for a drink. Then he noticed a group in the corner who had walked in before him, something seemed offish about them.
((So am I Marsh))

Watching the rag-tag group of Unnaturals interact was amusing, but was also becoming very tiring. In other words, Karl was bored. Granted, the human female in the camp was easy on the eyes.... but that was hardly reason enough to stick around. After taking a final puff from his cigarette, the Hybrid began wandering through the forest around the camp.

After several minutes of walking, Karl stumbled upon a most interesting sight: a zombie and vamp facing off in a clearing. That other figure looks strangely familiar.... the Hybrid thought as he sniffed the air. Ah! That magic boy from the night of the ball.... so he's with this Unnatural group as well. They are getting desperate.... Karl thought with a chuckle before scrambling up a nearby tree and perching on a sturdy limb. Might as well enjoy the show. It's better than standing around watching Unnaturals chitchat.

(((At the present time, please do not have anyone confronting Karl. Thanks! )))

"I don't think we want to be soliciting their help again Thomas," Elisabeth replied with a frown, "Once was bad enough. Besides we start dealing with any of them and the next you know we'll be attacked by vamps again." She took another drink of tea.

---

"Uh...no, thanks," Cyrano replied with a slight smile. "I just wanted to say...I don't think it's a good idea for you to go off to Monstropolis like this. Um, it might be dangerous with potential spies and Unnaturals running about."

---

Eslatar frowned and turned slowly to look at Mark. He raised an eyebrow at the elf, breathing slowly in and out though his undead body had no need for it. The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Well, well, look who let the elf off its leash," he said in a low tone, looking from the elf to the zombie, "I thought you were smarter than this Pepper."

"Mark, that-" Pepper began, holding a hand out to the elf.

"Why spoil the fun Pepper?" Eslatar asked, interrupting the zombie as he swiftly threw off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. A beam of light landed on his bare chest as he stepped to the side slightly. The vampire winced.

But nothing happened.

This time Eslatar really smiled, a predatory and confident grin that resembled the stark look of a skeletal mouth. Venom continued to drip as he eyed Mark. "Sunlight and silver aren't my enemies elf-" he began, his voice getting gradually deeper and deeper, "And once upon a time, neither of you were either," his face contorted slightly as two large bat-like wings suddenly broke out from his back, casting shadows on their faces.

"Beware the retribution," he growled, voice halfway between human and animal as he shot up towards the sky with a howl.

---

Zaref looked at the watch Satin had given him so many years ago, "If you want, you'll just have to put it on again in an hour. Don't worry, I'll go take care of everything," he said with a grin, opening the door, "Sun's setting, you look gorgeous and I'm gonna get married," he exclaimed with a sudden burst of the old hyper attitude that used to be normal for the vampire. With a grin he left the room and took off down the aisle of the chapel towards the doors.

---

Satin shrugged, "If you'd like- we have a wedding in an hour. I've got to go get refreshments ready, but you're welcome to help," she paused, "As long as the sight of blood doesn't make you queasy that is."

She looked up as Zaref burst out of the chapel doors and nearly stumbled all the way down the stairs.

Grinning, she glanced at Malachi, "And that would be the groom."

---

Curse poked her head in the door and giggled at the sight of Caerwyn splashing around in the tub. "I'll just be downstairs to make sure Emmaline will let me go," she offered, "There's a laundry room down the hall if you want to dry your clothes later."

Smiling, Curse left the room and headed down the stairs to find Emmaline.

---

Naomi woke suddenly and stretched her back, digging her claws into the earth for a moment. Refreshed, she glanced around at the small glen that the three had made their camp last night. It wasn't far from Savage's property, but was difficult enough to get to for humans that it was safe.

She bounded up on the rock outcropping nearby and then up and across to the edge of the forest. Shifting mid-leap, she landed in a crouched position and then straightened before changing back into the dress she'd brought. The garment was getting increasingly filthy, but it wasn't a major concern at the moment.

Eyes narrowing, she observed the border line between Savage property and the forest. There was no one in sight, but she knew Josh and Indigo were around somewhere, probably trying to connect with their respective relatives within the compound.

---

Lark woke up on the examination table. Dread sunk deep into her gut. She had those waking moments here before, but nothing so starkly real as this. There was no wishing away the reality of the cold table, or gloved prodding hands, or the face of Mr. Savage as he leaned over to meet her glance with a slight smile.

"Well then," Savage began, seeing that Lark was awake, "You're up. I'm glad really. It's so nice that you've realized your condition all on your own because using anesthesia really could disrupt the pregnancy and then we'd have to start all over again.

"Why- why am I pregnant? Why are you doing this?"

"It's pretty simple actually. I want to make a hybrid. Fortunately I've been delivered the perfect specimens in you and your little wolfy friend- Brick was it? You both represent two different classifications of lycanthropes. Historically there's never been a crossbreed- or at least as far as Button's research could record. Why he never thought to do this when you two were in his care I've no idea."

"It's...Brick's child?"

"Not a child, an Unnatural fetus. The first of it's kind. Of course we might have to try again should experiments prove unsuccessful, but there's no rush. If things go according to schedule we should have a healthy test subject in six months. Werewolf gest-"

Lark sat up quickly, struggling against the restraints violently. There was no way she was sticking around to find out what would happen to the baby six months from now.

"Now wait a moment," Savage said, placing a cold hand on Lark's neck as other scientists pinned her down. "Feel this collar? Should you shift at any time while wearing this you will be killed by an electric shock. You wouldn't want to hurt yourself over a little thing like this? Would you?"

Lark snarled up at Savage, "You can go to-"

---

Dellan woke up with a clear mind, something that hadn't happened any of the weeks that Savage had been working on him. The hopelessness of his situation was beginning to sink in with dreadful clarity.

"Dangnabit" muttered Mark as he considered to attemp shooting the vamp out of the sky. Before he relised that it would be in vain so he spun the gun around and inserted it back into its holster "Thats four now... Who have put a target on my back and strangly enough... I'm ok with that" he said with a smirk.

"Ok listen Pepper, one of the reasons I came is because someone who doesn't belong is lurking around the camp... Some one who doesn't belong" he added "Its not human and it certanly isn't like any Unnatural I can think of" he said before snapping his head in the direction of Karl, only the leaves ubstructed his veiw of the vamp "No one is safe out here alone... Even you"
---
Josh gave up on the mouse and stood up to walk over to Naomi "What now?" he asked.

The only good that pouring over the papers seemed to be doing was making Neal mad and frustrated. Which were not good things..... especially today. I better stop looking at all this. I can't afford to get distracted now, especially with the wedding in what.... an hour? the Darkling thought as he folded the newspapers back to their original form.

With a sigh, the Darkling stood-up and placed the stack of papers back in the dresser. Before leaving the room, Neal grabbed his fedora from it's nail in the wall and then locked the door behind him.

Upon exiting the chapel, Neal smiled as he saw Zaref speaking to Satin. "Good evening, Husband-To-Be. How is the lovely bride faring?" the Darkling asked as he walked up to Zaref and Satin.

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Retribution, eh? This is turning out to be a better evening than I though.... Karl thought with an evil grin as he watched Eslatar fly away.
The Hybrid caught the gaze of the young Elf psychic/warrior/thing and slunk back into the foliage. With a smirk, Karl jumped from the tree he was perched in to the next tree.... behind him. Once he was out of sight of the Elf and zombie, Karl jumped to the ground and began trying to follow Eslatar.