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"Oh come on, you know I'm right." Yunalesca pouted, eyeing Lamount with a puppy dog look that would've melted anyone's heart. He smirked and crossed his arms before eyeing her incredulously.

"Yeah... well, I don't think you could beat me in a fight, Yuna. I have been at it longer." He replied. She looked at him sideways over the table and, before he could blink, leapt over the table and tackled him to the ground. He tossed her off of him casually and rolled onto his feet into a light crouch, purring lightly from his throat as he watched her do the same. He motioned for her to come at him and she happily obliged, crawling swiftly over to him and launching herself at him, aiming for his chest and throat as if he were an enemy. He dodged to the right and kissed her cheek as she passed, chuckling to himself as he crawled over to his chair.

She glared playfully at him and dove back at him, this time getting caught in his arms and pinned down on her back with his lips on her throat, his teeth scrapping lightly against her neck. She groaned and twisted out of his grip before staring into his eyes, a look of satisfaction in them as he watched her prowling like a hungry cat.

"I believe I just won." He grinned lightly and straightened up. She, on the other hand, went for his legs and tripped him to the ground before pouncing onto his chest and pinning his wrists to the ground.

"No, I think I just won." She whispered gleefully before kissing him on the lips, purring behind it as she expressed her love for him. She pulled away a few minutes later and let her eyes slide over for a second to the bedroom before back to his, getting lost in the frigid orbs of ice that they were.

"I see someone wants to celebrate their victory." He whispered gently, smiling lightly at her before kissing her again.

* * * *

"Helloooooo? Can. You. Hear. Me?" An annoying voice called out. Yunalesca screwed her eyes shut tighter and rolled over to try and ignore the voice, but it just followed her around and kept asking the same questions in the same, slow speaking voice. When she couldn't take it anymore, she lashed out with her hand and almost immediately withdrew it with a yelp. Her eyes opened and she was almost blinded by the lattice of silver infront of her. She hissed painfully and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes to get the burned image out of her mind.

"Argh... what the hell!" She groaned painfully, blinking the tears from her eyes and glaring hatefully at the person on the opposite side. Well, person was using the term lightly.

Child was closer to the mark. She had straw blonde hair and curious brown eyes that seemed too inquisitive for their own good. She giggled and smiled at her.

"Oh, good, you're awake." She said giddily before looking at a clipboard in her small hands. "It seems the Restriction Orb is doing its job. Good news there..." She trailed, checking off a few things on her board.

"So... what's up? The hunters employing children to do their scientific work now?" Yunalesca asked insultingly, licking her singed fingers gently with a glare in her direction.

"Well, it seems the unconsciousness hasn't diminished your sense of sarcasm." She muttered, writing something down. She smirked and was about to make a smart remark when a sniff made her cringe slightly.

"You smell." She stated, pinching her nose slightly with a wave of her hand.

"What?" She asked, sniffing herself a few times before looking at her critically. "I do not smell." She sniffed again and really inhaled this time before making a fake retch.

"There's no doubt about it. You smell like werewolf." She said, wrinkling her nose in slight disgust and looked over her shoulder to a patch of shadows that seemed lighter than the rest of the corner. Found you. She thought slyly. The girl arched an eyebrow and smelled herself again before shaking her head.

"I don't know what you're talking about. The only werewolf I know is Lucas and he hasn't hugged me in a while..." She trailed, biting her lip nervously and busying herself with her clipboard, making her laugh.

"Well, and you can trust me on this, but werewolf stink doesn't come off in a matter of minutes. More like weeks." Yunalesca replied before examining her claws and tucking her legs beneath her. She blushed deeply and continued scribbling on it, trying to keep from making eye contact with her at the moment.

She sighed exasperatedly. "Look, seeing as this cage keeps me from getting out, I'm betting it'll keep me from using any enchantments or runes, so please look at me when you talk to me. I haven't had a real conversation since..." She trailed, a slightly hurt look in her eyes as she repressed the memories of her and Lamount again.

The girl looked up at her and felt her blush darken slightly as she thought about something. "Um... may I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead. I can't really don't do anything else in here." She said before stretching her arms over her head and cracking her shoulders before looking at her with a slightly bored glance. She fumbled for the words in her head and looked down again.

"Y-you must have some insight into r-r-relationships, r-right?" She stammered, blushing a deep scarlet when she started laughing again.

"And what if I do? Being a vampire and having an immortal lifespan, I have garnered quite a knowledge of stuff. Relationships are one such subject. I can help you... for a price." She said before staring at her with a sly smirk. The girl looked up in shock and had to keep her mouth tightly shut from shouting at her. She took a deep breath and composed herself.

"May I ask what said price would be?" She asked. Yunalesca leaned forward so that her nose was as close to the cage as she could handle before smiling.

"Your name and something to eat." She answered, her fangs glittering slightly in the glow of the silver bars of her prison. The girl blanched noticeably and took an involuntary step back.

"M-m-my n-name is A-Abigail." She spluttered before stepping back over to the edge of the cage and passing her hand through the space between the bars before rolling back her sleeve to show her wrist.

"Umm... what're you doing?" Yunalesca asked, cocking her head to the side, wondering why she couldn't smell the blood flowing in her veins. Abigail looked just as confused.

"Well you said you wanted something to eat, so here." She waved her wrist infront of her and waited for her to bite her. She narrowed her eyes and pushed her hand back just as far as the bars would allow before patting her wrist gently.

"Not in the mood for blood right now, kiddo. A nice sandwich or some pasta would be nice. And a nice white wine, if you can spare it." She said before getting into a cross-legged position and staring at her endearingly.

"That's all?" She asked, relieved she wouldn't have to give any blood at the moment. "Then you'll help me with my relationship issues?"

"I promise on my eternal life and the powers that come from my now burning soul, that I shall help you with your problems to the best of my abilities." She said as she placed her hand over her heart and smiled brightly. Abigail smiled and cheered to herself before running off to go get the food, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

"Man, I thought she'd never leave." She muttered before relaxing as much as the small arrangements would allow.

"Well I'm glad the mortal's out of the line of fire." A velvety yet rough voice mused from the shadows.

"I agree, dog boy. I was wondering when you'd make an appearance." She replied before eyeing the teenager who walked out of the shadows nearest her cage. He was wearing a black, buttoned jacket with the hood and sleeves torn off and a pair of long, black jeans. He was barefoot and his eyes were the color of honey, his hair black, long and matted in places with sweat, his skin a pale bronze in the glow of the cage bars. He was slightly out of breath.

"How long did you know I was standing there?" He asked, slightly annoyed that she had seen through his shadow rune.

"Ever since I woke up." She replied, wrinkling her nose again, this time in undisguised disgust. "You were the one whose scent is all over Abigail. Got a soft spot for mortals, do we?" He stiffened at that comment and let a guttural snarl emanate from his throat.

"Don't you ever talk about Abby that way!" He growled sharply, his canines already becoming more wolf-like as his anger grew. She laughed and stared at him through the glowing bars of her cage and made a couple of obscene gestures before sticking her tongue out at him.

"Care to make me, puppy?" She asked insultingly, baring her own fangs, her eyes turning crimson with excitement. He snarled and grabbed her shirtfront before dragging her forward so that her face was dangerously close to them.

"Do you see how easily I could kill you right now, leech? I just have to pull one more time and you'll be just a pile of ashes that we have to sweep up and thrown out." He growled quietly, a flicker of pain crossing through his eyes as he felt the burning effects of the bar's light on his skin. She hissed darkly and gripped his forearm tightly, the blinding aura from the bars starting to singe her fur.

"I doubt you have it in you, cub. Besides," She muttered before grabbing a bar and snarling in pain before pulling it away to show him the already healing burn along the length of her palm. "I've been around long enough to learn how to become immune to so called ‘conventional means' of killing my kind. Runes and enchantments do help, though." She smirked before reaching through the gleaming silver aura and wrapping her fingers around his throat tightly, intent on throttling the life out of him. He coughed out a growl and let her go before prying her fingers from around his throat quickly, already seeing black speckles in his vision from lack of air.

"W-when did v-vampires learn magic?" He gasped. He pulled his hand back from his throat and she saw the livid red marks she'd left there. She shook her head and gave him a reproachful look.

"Don't they teach you anything about the runes? It isn't magic, just symbols you draw to strengthen materials and persons. I just happen to be one of the only vampires that know how to work them to my will. Mine," She said before rolling up her sleeve to show her furred arm. She mouthed something and, one by one, ancient runes appeared along the length of her arm with a blue aura of glowing energy. "As you can see, if you can read them with your puny doggy brain, give me enough immunity to withstand the sun's lethal bite for near indefinite times, increased stamina and some other perks I don't feel like going into detail at the moment. So I-"

"I am impressed, Yunalesca." An amplified voice interrupted, making her grit her teeth as it hurt her ears. She looked around and saw Lucas smirking painfully before walking back to melt into the shadows; the last thing to disappear was his smile.

"Hope you come back to see me again, little pup." She waved regally and blew him a kiss before flipping him off and turning her attention to the voice that seemed to come from the bars themselves. "So... you know my name?"

"Why, of course we do. It pays to keep information about every creature in the world, though the knowledge of you having runes infused into your body is interesting indeed." The voice mused.

"Interesting enough to let me out of this cage?" She asked.

"Almost, but that little display with Lucas leads me to believe that you won't be as welcomed to the masses as we first thought." The voice replied. She sighed and crossed her arms.

"Well, could you at least tell me where I am?" She asked bitterly.

"You are in the confinement chambers, though you probably understood that by the cages in there." The voice answered. She rolled her eyes and growled irritatedly.

"I figured as much. Seeing as you won't tell me anything of where I am, mind telling me about my weapons in my home, which your hunters found fit to ransack and destroy in their attempts to kill me." She stated.

"Ah yes, the cache of armaments in your closet. They are in our custody for the moment, including all of your belongings from said closet." The voice clarified.

"So, my house is gutted of any personal belongings at the moment?" She muttered angrily. "That's just great! Now I don't have to worry about someone breaking through all the wards and defenses I put on them to steal them. Thanks, thanks a lot."

"You seem to be taking this fairly well." The voice said, surprised.

"Well, you obviously aren't accustomed to sarcasm." She replied. There was a chuckle and she could've sworn the arches of the cage had shrunk slightly.

"And you must not be accustomed to keeping your mouth shut when it would benefit your health." The voice retorted. She detected more than a hint of venom in it.

"Is there a reason why we're having this conversation, or did you just want to test your Restriction Orb on me?" She asked, getting tired beating around the bush. There was a pause and she thought the connection had been severed when a heavy sigh rattled the cage.

"No... the Restriction Orb was just a precaution incase you proved to be hostile upon waking. You see... we need your help." The voice said, making her arch an eyebrow in disbelief.

"My help? The hunters are asking for my help?" She asked incredulously. The thought of fighting alongside the ones who had been hunting her for the past few months made her laugh.

"Yes, we are. It's not something that we usually do, but we have a problem that may interest you." The voice replied.

"And that might be whom?" She asked, her curiosity definitely piqued. There was another pause, followed by a rustling of papers and a hushed conversation. She listened intently and caught snatches of it.

"...but we shouldn't ask for her help, Mistress Silver. If her file is to be trusted, then she knew the one causing this."

"You don't think I know this? But if she knew him, then she could help talk him out of it, keep him in check."

"But-"

"Are you questioning my decree, Lucas? Remember, just because you happen to be the Alpha of your pack, that does not give you license to supercede my authority."

There was a grumbled ascent to her orders and the voice turned its attention back to her.

"May I ask who this ‘he' I'm supposed to know is?" Yunalesca asked, feeling a little pissed about being left out of the loop. There was another pause and she felt a slight fluttering in her stomach as it sent her into a small panic.

"Oh, you overhead me? Well, I was hoping to withhold this information from you until after you agreed to the cause... but the one causing us distress is someone whom you seem to know fairly well." The voice whispered, making the fluttery feeling intensify.

"How do you know all this about me? And what was this talk about a file?" She growled. There was another shuffling of papers and she guessed what they must've done with a horrible snarl. "You looked through my memories, didn't you?"

"Well, I didn't do it personally-"

"DIDN'T YOU!" She roared, feeling her anger start to boil over.

"Yes. We normally would ask to do such a thing, but given certain circumstances, we had to sift through them while you were unconscious." The voice whispered nervously. She stood up and glared darkly at the bars, wondering if she could see her.

"Well, tell me who is causing you problems and I may help you. But listen to me now, I will not be taking orders from anyone." She growled.

"Are you sure you want to know?" The voice asked.

"Just tell me." She said through gritted teeth. There was a deep breath on the other end of the connection.

"If you insist..." There was a pause. "His name is Lamount."

Her breath caught. She felt as if the floor had opened up beneath her and swallowed her to the depths of the earth below.

"W-what did you say?" She stammered, not believing her ears.

"I'm sorry, Yunalesca... but its true. He has been systematically slaughtering the hunters with a passion for the past few months. He has gathered a band of vampires to help him with it." The voice growing more distant the more she tried to block it out.

"No... it's not true... Lamount would never do that." She whispered, her voice sounding far away as well. She sank to her knees and hugged her stomach tightly, bloody tears dripping from her eyes.

"What would be the point of lying to you about this? What could I gain from that?" The voice protested, making her cringe and sob quietly. "Please... we need your help to stop him."

"WHY ME!" She sobbed, smashing her fist into the ground and creating a small crater. "Why do you need my help?"

"You already answered your own question, Yunalesca. You know how to work runes and bind them to your will. No other vampire, to the best of our knowledge, knows how to do that and for that reason, you would be a perfect ace in the hole for our cause." The voice said, but she was beyond listening. She whimpered and continued to cry, feeling as if all the years the two of them spent together, the love she had felt for him, the love he had felt for her, was a lie. But her heart didn't want to believe it.

"A-a-answer m-me something..." She whispered.

"Yes?"

"How many have died... and in what fashion?" She asked, her voice quiet and tiny, as if all the life had been taken from it.

"Over eighty in the past three months. Every victim was killed differently, but the prevailing cause of death was numerous cuts and slashes across the body. And there was always a black dahlia in their mouths, as a calling card." The voice said. She stiffened and knew that it was true. All of it. The black dahlia was Lamount's favorite flower. Lamount was a murderer and he treated her love as if it didn't matter.

She stayed huddled on the ground, her bloody tears dripping down onto the stone plinth that her cage was surrounding, and took a shuddering breath. It was as if every memory of his touch, his presence, his essence, became poison to her, infecting everything in her mind and nearly driving her insane with its taint. But her heart... it desperately clung to the thin thread of hope that hung infront of her like a lure.

Deep down, at the core of her being, she believed that he loved her. And nothing would waver that kind of conviction. Nothing... except the truth from his lips.

"Yunalesca... I know this must be hard for you, but-" The voice was cut off by a loud crash and what sounded like the swirling of a cloak.

"Hello, Lillith. Going by the title of Mistress now, I see." A velvety voice chided lightly. She stiffened on the ground and felt her throat constrict to the size of a pin as she recognized the voice. It was the same voice that used to sing to her in the mornings and used to make her heart swell with love whenever it whispered her name before each kiss.

"Lamount..." Lillith whispered, echoing Yunalesca's thoughts perfectly. She heard a chuckle and felt her heart cry out for him as she heard the familiar ringing tones that accompanied the gesture.

"You remember my name... how quaint." He replied, she being able to picture the sneer on his features. She wanted nothing more than to hold him close and never let go, but she couldn't do anything in this cage.

"So you've finally decided to come after the head of the dragon, Blood Tail? I was wondering when you would grace us with your presence." She mused. There was another laugh, this time closer and more harsh.

"You know me too well, Silent Moth. But... I haven't come for pleasantries." He said, his voice more of a whisper now, as if he knew Yunalesca was listening somewhere below him.

"No? Then why," There was a rustling of fabrics and a slight creak of leather. "did you come here?"

"You have something that belongs to me and I intend on getting it back." He growled quietly, making her heart pound with joy.

"You mean that vampire Yunalesca?" Lillith replied nonchalantly. She sat up quickly and put her ear to the bar closest to her, wanting to hear it as well as she could.

"No. It is not her I come here for." He said, cold certainty ringing in his voice. Yunalesca recoiled as if she had been struck to the face and felt more tears pool in her eyes. She crumpled to the ground of her cage and cried, her sobs sending tremors up her spine and racking her arms with smaller aftershocks.

She felt as if her heart had been ripped from her chest. She took a pained breath and choked out another sob as the doors to the chamber burst open and crashed with a resounding boom against the flagstones on the ground. She looked up and felt her soul run cold with a kind of fury that was unlike her. Standing in the doorway with an unconscious little girl slung over his shoulder was a vampire, one she knew very well. He wore a flowing, flamboyant shirt with shocks of red all over it while his pants were feminine and colored in a soft beige. His eyes were the color of granite and his hair was spiked up in vibrant hues, giving his head the image of a rainbow porcupine.

"Well, well, well." He said, taking a step forward with each word to emphasize them, the girl's body swinging against his shoulder lightly. A lock of blonde hair flickered across her vision. "Lamount's old rutting girl. Haven't seen you in quite some time."

"Put the girl down, Marshall." She muttered quietly. He laughed and stopped infront of the cage before wiggling his fingers in her direction.

"No can do, Yuna darling. Lamount wants her and wants her bad." He replied before shrugging. "Can't see why, though. She is just a mortal."

Yunalesca stood up and gave him a gaze of lethal calmness, her eyes now like frozen blood. "Marshall, you have four seconds to put the girl down. After that, I will kill you." He laughed again and took a step closer to the bars, his eyes alight with amusement.

"Poor Yuna, so deluded. In case you haven't realized it, you are the one in the cage, not I. And furthermore, I-" She cut him off as she wrapped her hand around his throat and dragged him forward to the bars before slamming him repeatedly into them, each hit causing more of his body to ignite into an all purifying white flame. By the time she was finished, all that was left was a pile of ashes and a little girl laying on the ground with a trickle of blood coming down her scalp.

She put her hands onto the bars and grabbed them tightly, ignoring the searing burning that was going up her arms as she murmured the names of both the cancellation and destruction runes infused into her flesh. The bars of the cages flared brightly in a weak attempt to combat the stronger runes, but the flash subsided quickly and they fell around her to clatter loudly onto the ground. She leaped off of the pedestal and quickly brought her into her arms before brushing her hair out of her eyes and wiping the blood from her forehead.

"You're alright now, Abby... It's all going to be fine..." She whispered, on the verge of tears again as she realized how much of this was her fault. If she hadn't been so careless in the townhouse, she would've been able to avoid all of this, Abigail would've been fine and she never would have set eyes on Lucas. She leaned over her and gave her a brief, gentle kiss on the forehead before laying her gently on the ground and drawing a concealment rune onto her shirt to make sure no one would find her.

She stood up and closed her eyes before speaking the name of a spying rune she had found once in a book in the Greater Manhattan Library, needing to figure out what was going on. What she found did not make her any happier.

There were dozens of dead and dying bodies scattered around the hallways while in the bigger meeting halls and sparring ranges were massive battles going on. She could pick out the darting shapes of vampires diving and weaving in between werewolves as they lunged and bit and tore at their mortal enemies with horrid gusto. There was blood everywhere, but that wasn't what she needed to see. She sent out a mental pulse for her weapons and felt a responding pulse pull her prying eyes towards a massive door with several dead bolt locks and two, now dead, sentries lying at either side of the open doors, their spears keeping them pinned down to the floor.

She pulled back from the pulse when she had a good idea of where she was going and returned to her own senses before shaking her head gently, letting the strange, magnified vision leave her before taking a few steps forward to make sure she could walk right. She gave one last look at the spot where Abigail was concealed and sighed quietly before sprinting towards the armory where she saw her weapons being held, feeling nothing but cold determination and acceptance in her mind and her soul.

* * * *

"Look at this stuff." Someone said. There were two vampires inside the armory at the moment, both of them girls. One looked to be about twenty-six while her companion looked about eighteen. Both were clothed in black attire and had bleached white hair. They thought it gave them a fearsome look.

"I know, Amy, I know." The younger of the two whispered, astonished at the array of guns and weapons from various time periods. A pair of tonfa caught her eye and she made to pick them up when a sharp stab of pain lanced through her hand that made her yelp as she touched the handle.

"You okay, Megan?" Amy asked, coming over to look at her friend. She waved her hand around and cursed loudly as the pain started creeping up her arm.

"No! These stupid weapons shocked me." She cried, glaring at her friend. Her glare quickly turned to a look of horror and she couldn't open her mouth fast enough to let loose a scream to warn her as a spear went straight through both of their chests, killing them in an instant and turning them both to ashes.

Yunalesca walked out of the shadows and left the spear where it had fallen before staring at the ashes of the two felled vampires.

"Such a waste of a good half-life." She murmured without remorse. She walked over to where her katanna and sheath were resting and slid the slender sword into it before finding a pair of assassin's knives and belting them to her waist. She belted the sheath across her chest so that the sword rested against her right shoulder blade and headed off towards where she had seen the most fighting happening, humming quietly to herself as she thought up all of the memories that had anything to do with Lamount and used them for fuel for the fire deep in her soul.

The fire of pure hatred.