*Dorien swiftly moved through the night. He was dressed in all black which made his skin appear even whiter. It almost appeared to glow. He moved silently and efficently, cutting down south through scottland away from the resistance towards Yorkshire to say goodbye to his family before crossing through france, then luxembourge, germany, poland, and Belarus. He dreaded talking with his family but he knew he would have to at least say goodbye to Alice if no one else. She would try to tell him otherwise, but he couldn't afford to lsiten. Dorien was already weakening from traveling combined with starving himself. It didn't even occur to him that the family would be a threat to him now.*

Tyrin Yates watched the Vampire filth through the mist and gloom. His wand was ready to strike - god how he wanted to butcher every fibre in that b*****d's body. Sweetness. Maybe Tyrin would even dine with the Sentinus over his body. Yummy. Wait Wait. Strike!

"Crucio!"

Simon Lukery hid next to Tyrin, the little brat seemed to be in charge of this op. That would change, Simon would eventually supplant the little s**t and take the place as the lapdog of the Grand Sentinus. It was a special place to be. Then, maybe even supplant Sentinus. No. Horrid thoughts, bad thoughts. He must flog himself tonight during his ritualistic ceremonies.

Tyrin stood so Lukery stood and didn't go for the dull cruciatus curse that Tyrin went for. It was better to play with your food before you ate it. He made a sign in the air and whispered "Flagrate" sending a pyro-lash at Dorien the vampire. There was no reason to hate him, it was just fact - go with the winning side, worship its master and taste the spoils of battle.

*Dorien felt the pain before he realized that he had been hit with the crucio. For the first time in a hlaf a century, Dorien stumbled and fell backwards. He bared his teeth and hissed, looking around, pulling himself up into crouch, trying to fight the crucio. Dorien looked through the dark for the offending sniper. Just as he thought he saw them, dorien felt a hot whip strike his back. He arched his back, standing now, in pain as he felt the blood ooze from his skin. It began to heal over but he could still feel it like he was being burned. That would leave a scar, he was sure. Dorien opened his mouth, smelling the air. He knew it was tyrin....there was another smell he didn't know but he was sure tyrin was there. Dorien's eyes flashed towards tyrin and he started towards them, moving as quickly as he could.*

Simon's eyes widened, the beast was coming to attack, without any notice he grabbed Tyrin by the neck and in between the legs and aimed to throw him before Dorien. He had to protect himself, and he had to get rid of Dorien. Why not accomplish both?

OOC: Adam, If I'm "godding" just tell me and I'll change.

Tyrin felt a hand around his neck and in his groin, he was lifted, screaming and thrown towards the rampaging monster. "Stop... please, stop!" His arms flailed and Simon released, leaving his own marks. His wand snapped in half and his robes split leaving him like a naked babe in the mud, the vampire approaching.

ooc: I have permission to do this....


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*Dorien reached Tyrin and smiled, showing his fangs. He reached down and yanked tyrin up from the ground so he was eye to eye with him.* "Hello Tyrin" *He said pleasently, his eyes black and hungry. Dorien threw his head back and then dived in, pulling Tyrin's head to the side to expose his neck. Dorien sunk his teeth into his neck and looked up at Lukery as Tyrin's blood poured into his mouth past his lips. Dorien closed his eyes, tasting the blood as it ran down his throat, savoring it*

Simon smiled as the Vampire did as he intended, yet also shivered and convulsed out of fright and shock. Yet, he had seen worse in the Cold War - he had been with the Soviet, an interrogator for the communists. Yes, worse, much worse. Yet seeing a man "bite" another was quite strange... very strange.

"b*****d!" He flailed before throwing up upon the bite then finally drifting into a strange, strange place.

OOC: Kiley, you have full control. Nice start Jess :)

*Dorien felt a thrill hearing his heart drum in time with Tyrin's. He heard Tyrin's begin to slow and his own beat stronger. Dorien drew back, not wanting to drink the last drop lest he be drawn in and killed. Dorien let tyrin's corpse fall to the ground uncermiouniously (sp) and kicked his head to the side to break his neck, just incase. Dorien looked up from Tyrin's dead body and stepped on it, crushing his ribs as he drew closer to the other.* "Are you with him? The family?" *Dorien asked, drawing out a handkercheif and wiping his mouth with it. The blood from his lips stained the pale yellow cloth.*

Simon rubbed his hands together to filter out the warmth. he felt nothing for Tyrin's loss. With him out of the way it would be possible to become higher up in the Family. He looked the vampire dead in the eye. "Yes," he whispered in a hoarse voice, "I am with The Family, but not with him. He was a traitor to our cause, a young boy that needed killing. I thank you for completing that small task for me." Simon spoke to the vampire with respect and discipline. He spoke in Standard English, slightly upper class, it was impossible to detect his accent. "Now, I was sent here to capture you, its a shame our friendship must be over so quickly. Do you think you could come quietly?"

He coughed, "You see, my master will arrive soon and although you appear very strong and smart he will crush you. He is too powerful for anyone to resist. So how about you allow me to chain and bind you to save you the pain of being caught?"

A polite response first. If that failed then he would resort to violence.

*Dorien thought about it for a moment, calculating his odds. They didn't sound very good, even to him.* "I was leaving for Russia." *He explained, tucking the handkercheif away once again* "I don't suppose it would be possible for me to simply leave quietly." *Dorien was silent for a moment. He was so weak, and unless the man was bluffing, which he highly doubted, there would be more coming and they wern't far away at all.* "As much as I would love to help you take his place in the family..." *He nudged Tyrin's corpse with his foot* "despite our common 'feelings' towards him, I'm afraid I'll have to fight you."

Simon raised his wand then lowered it, a swordsman prepared to do battle with a deadly foe. He took his European dueling stance: one leg before the other, arm over his head with his wand held straight. The other arm was on his stomach, his head straight and proud.

"Duro," he said, quickly flicking his wand, casting the spell that would turn its victim into stone.

*Dorien pulled out his own, seldomly used wand. He could tell that this was going to be a challenging duel. Dorien doged the spell and countered with shooting ropes out of his wand at the man. He knew he really should just run, but he couldn't seem to resist.*

The roped burned up and a glowing, angel-like figure blasted into illumination before the robes. A white-clad majestic man stood tall and proud above all other things. He looked at Dorien and raised the Elder wand.

"Dorien, Dorien, Dorien. Our main target. One of only 23 Vampires in the United Kingdom of Britain and Northern Ireland..." He circled him and set up a shield around the scene so no one could escape.

A cage appeared nearby, enough for a man to fit in. The Grand conjured a silver hoop to go around each wrist - this would stop him using magic.

"Dorien Hurt, I, The Grand Sentinus of Merlin represent the Ministry of Magic in warrenting your immediate arrest and quarenteen, on the grounds that you are are civil danger, capable of things beyond Ministry control. Failure to comply will result in corporal punishment." The Grand Read of a scroll.


"Now, put this on and enter the cage or I shall hurt you and force you to."

*Dorien was seized by two men. He strugled and broke loose, lunging at the grand. He was immediatley grabbed by 5 more men and held. His strength, although great, was not limitless. And added to that, he was still slightly weakened. He still continued to struggle with the men, trying to bite at them. He kept his teeth barred. One of the men forced the cuffs onto Dorien's wrists. He yelled and fought harder, but to no avail. A mask was forced onto his face, leaving an opening for each eye and the nose and the mouth, but with bars over the opening for the mouth. He thought of his family, knowing that he would probably be used as bait to get the rest of the vampires in Europe to be captured. Dorien was dragged towards the cage and thrown in. The doors slammed shut and cheers and laughter from the family members rose all around him. He yelled and grabbed the bars to shake them or try to bend them and he felt a shock go through his body. Dorien let go and stumbled back, much to the enjoyment of the surrounding family members. Dorien barred his teeth, looking around*

"Sir, there's sumthin' over 'ere!" *A man yelled for over towards the woods. He had happened upon Tyrin's body, abandoned in the shadows and covered in blood. Dorien couldn't help but grin, showing his spotless white teeth. Even in the dark they had a luminescent quality that, even despite the fangs, made them appear menacing.*

Flame had been standing back, away from the action. Noone even knew she was there, sat next to the wall, grey eyes taking in the scene- though she had not seen Tyrin killed. There was a lot of shouting and Flame was glad to see a vampire, one of the resistance, finally caught. A man emerged from the wodds shouting and Flame stood up and moved over to see what the fuss was about.

On seeing the body anger flew through her like poison. She grabbed her wand from her pocket and ran over to the action and stood before the cage, wand raised. "I'll kill you- I swear I will." she was mad, but she was in control of what she was doing. She turned around to the Grand. "He killed Tyrin... Bit him. The filth bit him."

The Grand held up a hand, his face as straight and as majestic as ever. He looked at the Vampire with utter loathing and hatred, perhaps even a little fear. But when the beast was tamed and captured he joined in the festivities with his comrades.

Then there was Tyrin and Flame was shouting. "Silence!" He roared, the whole crowd knelt before him. He walked over to Tyrin's dead body and lifted him by the neck into the air. He looked at both sides of his face just to make sure that he was dead. With his wand he levitated the body over the crowd.

"This is what Vampires want for all of us, death and ill-boding. Tyrin was trying to help the Wizarding world and instead was tragically killed by that-" He pointed to Dorien, a tear left his eye, "-Monster!"

The Grand Kissed Tyrin's forehead before he waved his wand and Tyrin was placed in a coffin. "He shall be buried in England. His father must be told." The Grand took out a long red handkerchief and dabbed his eyes. After he had finished it burned to ash. "We shall march through European communities with this brute on display and Tyrin's coffin behind us. It will bring more to our cause."

ooc: I'm so tempted to be like "I didn't bite him...I ate his liver with some fava beans." lol


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*Dorien kept his eyes on Flame. He leaned foward, his face close to the bars. He couldn't help but grin when Flame spoke of killing him.* "I would love to see you try." *He whispered to her. Dorien's eyes had a reddish tint from feeding on human blood*

OOC: Not forgetting the Chianti lol

BIC:

Sentinus sent a spell at Dorien that would send him backwards and pin him against the cage. "Do not think that we have finished with you beast - you had a chance to hold your tongue and escape punishment, instead you retorted to your masters with a slur of insults." And then, Sentinus waved his wand it would send boiling heat through his innards, a great torture for non-blooded creatures.

*Dorien felt the electric current sting his skin, he grimiced, looking on. However, when the spell hit him, he felt his blood begin to boil. It was terrible pain. It was comparable to when he had been created into a vampire in the first place, but not quite as intense. He arched his back and threw his head back and yelled out of the sheer pain. The yell was so loud it hurt even his ears. Dorien clenched his fists, his fingernails that were clear as glass, dug into the palms of his hands. The blue veins in his arms stood out clearly against his pale skin. A tear rolled down his cheek that was tinted red from blood, but it was concealed by the mask. He didn't speak. He didn't beg for mercy. To beg from Sentinus would be unthinkable.*

Sentinus showed no mercy at all, while he kept that curse on he conjured seven nine inch nails and one by one willed them slowly into his neck.

"You shall no longer be known as Dorien," he said calmly like he was father Christmas giving out an extra present, "You are now known as Prisoner 1. The first prisoner of the Family and certainly not the last."

He smiled and walked towards the cage, the bars opened then closed so he could walk in. He doubled the restraining charm then walked right up to his face and kissed Dorien on both cheeks. "Your life from now will be a living imitation of hell. The dungeons below the great Family fortress contain many engines of the devil and they will each do their machinery on you. They will contort you and mutate you into something of a Freak. We can only hope you will lose the ability to speak. My torturers like to cut out the tongues of their victims."

He shook his head. "Of course, there is a way to avoid this punishment and simply be a prisoner. Give us the location and names of the Resistance and its members!"

Flame stared at Dorien. Hate shone in her silver eyes and she was biting her lip to prevent herself flipping again. The Grand had quietened her once, he would be mad if he had to do so again. She didn't want him to be mad, she liked it when he was happy. But the filth was tormenting her, teasing her bacuse she could not do anything. She looked pleadingly at the sire. "Let me kill him... Father, please."

The father tortured the filth and Flame snickered coldly. Served him right- he deserved more than this. She could not help but keep looking towards the dead body of Tyrin and all it did was fuel her hatred more. The filth had done this- she'd make him pay.

"Don't give him the choice, father. He has insulted us by killing Tyrin- he's shown he wants no mercy." She was putting in too much opinion, too much opinion which would be ignored more likely than not.

*Dorien felt the nails going into his neck. The were obviously so that he couldn't move his head, lest he be stabbed in the throat. He dared not move, knowing that in his weakened state that he could be bled dry. When given the option of giving up the location of the resistance or suffering, he almost laughed. Despite the intence pain he was still feeling, Dorien spit in the Grand's face* "You know nothing of hell." *He snarled. Dorien didn't want mercy. There was very little that they could do that could really hurt him, or so he thought. He kept his eyes on teh grand, ignoring flame and regretting nothing.*

The spit sizzled on his skin then vanished, yet the Grand showed no signs that he was annoyed or angry. But he was. Oh yes he was annoyed. He looked at Flame, her mouth was getting carried away, maybe she thought herself higher now she had bedded him. She was too opinionated in front of the entire Family. The Grand was the Master here not some little upstart. He turned on her, his wand ready to strike.

"Hold your devil-tongue girl, and use your mind. He is a Vampire, he is already dead so how can you kill him?"

The Grand did have an idea though, a sick and bitter idea that had been latent within him ever since he started the Family. The way to kill a vampire had become clear at last and it was so tasty, so sweet that he wanted to do it at that moment. Yet, he did not, he contained himself - Dorien was to be an example, dead he would mean nothing.

She hated him. She hated him more than anyone, anything before. Her mind repulsed him and Flame could do nothing to hide it, but when the Grand spoke she listened and she nodded- giving up her fight before turning and returning to her seat by the wall, watching and yet not getting involved.

But boredom fell over her. There was nothing happening with the scum and so she looked upon Tyrin's body again and she felt tears swelling in her eyes. She moved and sat next to his body, fingers touched his features and that was it. She couldn't fight them anymore. Tears fell down her face. Tyrin had created something new in her life she could not understand. They had not been friends, she had not respected him, but something had existed between them and now it was lost- all because of the stupid vampire.

"Oh, Tyrin- why did he do this to you?"

*Dorien looked past the grand at Fang. His impecable hearing picked up every word she spoke.* "Because he was ignorant and deserved to die." *He almost grinned, but kept talking* "I killed him and now his blood runs in my veins to sustain me. And there's nothing you can do buyt watch him rot." *Dorien was trying to get her mad. Playing games. He couldn't resist the fun. Dorien could feel the hunger ripping at him from the inside. The curse the grand had put on him that had made his bood boil had intensifie the hunger. As if the blood he had just drank wasn't good anymore. Dorien, still keeping eye contact with falme, grinned to show his fangs and slowly ran his tongue across them*

Flame turned her face to stare at the vampire, though the cold glare which held them was ruined by the tears which still rolled down her pale cheeks. She was mad, and yet she kept quiet, she had already upsert the sire enough.

"You're nothing but a monster and it is you who is ignorant. If I had the chance I would find a way to kill vampires and it would be you I used to figure it out. But I don't. There is no way I can. I just hope the hunger you'll face from now on is enough to drive you mad. Not that you'd be able to do anything about it."

The vampire was playing games with her, and so she decided to play along a little. "You want my blood? You want the blood that runs through my living body?" cold laugh escaped her. "Can you hear it rushing through me- does it make you hungry?"

*Dorien leaned foward and tilted his head back slightly, his mouth open. He breathed in, tasting the air. Dorien closed his eyes for a moment, savoring it. When he opened his eyes and closed his mouth, he grinned at her. He was feeding off of her emotions* "No......your type never satisfies my thirst." *He spat cooly*

Flame was not falling into his trap. He was trying to upset her and Flame had grown wise to it. A mad laugh escaped her and she turned her back on him, walking off. She gave him another look, all the more cold and hating. "Shame, I'd have liked to have died." she joked. She went and sat next to Tyrin's body again, fingers running down his cold face.

"Oh, no, I would never kill you." *His voice was soft and dangerious but still loud enough for Flame to hear* "I would want you to suffer like I've suffered. I'd want you to be like me and exist forever so you could think about what sort of a life you led." *Dorien, of course, would never turn someone into a vampire out of spite, but he was so angry it felt like he could*

Flames eyes pulled away from the corpse to stare at the vampire though fingers still absent-mindedly ran down the cold, dead face. Teeth ground together and it was all she could do to stop herself attacking him. "Do it then. Let me see you try." she challenged.

ooc: she totally should try to attack him. lol

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*Dorien chuckled under his breath.* "You're only brave when you have the numbers. You're a silly little girl that craves power. You absolutely reak of hate and pride and meodericroty." *He could sence that she was near some sort of a breaking point and he wanted nothing more than to push hr over the edge.*

Flame had been called worse, but she was already angrier than she usually was when she attacked. Her mind was spinning with a variety of curses, all there to hurt him. But, she reminded herself mentally, she had no idea how to hurt a vampire. They weren't human- they just looked like humans, acted like them, but never would they be human. They fed off of humans. Biting her lip Flame looked at the Grand Sentinus and knew that if she attacked he would be angry and she didn't want to see him angry; didn't want to be on his bad side. But still a list coursed through her mind, all spells which would cause harm and pain. But she knew it was useless, he was winding her up for the fun of it and Flame, using her better judgement, did not reply verbally. Instead she rolled her eyes and told herself he was just vermin, stupid vermin.

ooc: She might do soon

*When she rolled his eyes he laughed harshly* "That's right....act as if it's nothing. Act as if nothing can touch you. Act as if you're strong and superior. But look around. Look at all these people trying to come to your defense." *He said sarcastically, altohugh he didn't smile* "Nobody cares. Nobdy cares about you because you're already dead."

Flame stared at him, eyes refused to move from his form. She had a burning desire to attack, to rip him limb from limb, to leave nothing left for her cause's experiments. But what good would it do? Nothing. That was what. Attacking would do nothing for her and so she forced anger to subside into annoyance. "They don't come running because they don't need to, scum."