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The ground was so cold,, the freshly fallen snow packed under his naked body, a young man lying in the snow shivering, surrounded by eight men in robes, their chanting echoing through the night, suddenly it stopped, a man in a red robe stepped through the circle, standing over the body, "Lucas, son of a betrayer, you have been deemed an outcast amongst our Pride, do you wish to say anything to this group of elders?"

Quivering, and forcing himself to move Lucas got to his knees, head still facing the snow covered street, "if what you say is true, my father was a nomad, I beg forgiveness, do not judge me on his crimes"

Speaking erupted amongst the robed figures, the one in red lift his hands to silence the others, "if this council, chooses to allow you to stay, you will be looked down upon, and treated as if unworthy of the gift of blood that flows in your veins, do you accept?"

"I do..." small tears fell from his eyes to the ground beneath him,

"then so does this council", turning to the others he outstretched a hand, "bring the rod"

The group opened, and a large man, came into the circle, his beard thick and long, carrying a long pole heated to a burning red, "this is the broken sword, to symbolize your broken line, no one in this pride will mate you, and you will not be allowed to take part in any of our rituals or groups, you will be a nobody in our eyes" the man stopped behind the nude male, and drove the prod into the middle of his spine, a sickening burning sound broke the silence as the metal burnt his flesh, scarring the symbol into his back...

Lucas sat up screaming, the frigid air coming into his makeshift tent, the nightmares were coming more often lately, the sounds of his scarring flesh remained even now that he was awake, throwing a ragged pair of pants and a coat on he left his tent, the smell of fire and death, mingled with gasoline and the scent of sewage, the pride lived in the bowels under Toronto, close to the lake. Walking silently in the sewage, the others in the camp looked at him briefly and turned their gaze away, a sign of disrespect. He was used to it now, six years of it made a man slightly desensitized to the whole ordeal, as he walked his thick dreads swayed back and forth, and his beard was crusted with a mix of blood, and dirt, but he didn't care, looks weren't important to an outcast, only surviving. As an outcast he was left to fend for himself, he was not allowed to share in the spoils of the hunt, or eat with the others of the Pride, he must fend for himself, which usually led to him feeding on rats, sewer creatures, or sometimes even human people, which he prayed no one ever found out about, because attacking humans was against the code, because the Lycan gene could be passed to the victims, a crime punishable by death. As he came to the opening where the sewer met the lake, he jumped down off the ledge onto the sand below, looking out onto the lake, he wished he knew his father, he wished he knew his mother, he felt a rage building inside of him, the slayers had taken his father, the Vampires his mother, and he was so different from the others in the pride, they never really liked him, never really accepted him, as he walked across the sandy beach, far away in his thoughts, he didn't realize that he had wondered all the way down the beach, where the sand turned to rock, a few kilometers from the opening to the sewer. Standing on a rock that reached out over the depths, he threw a rock into the calm water, the ripples reminded him of when he first turned, it was this exact spot, under the first full moon, of his sixteenth year, exactly as he was now, cold, scared, and alone....

"Lucas, Lucas" a young girl yelled out over the rushing waves, as she skipped from rock to rock, a cool June breeze blew her burgundy hair around highlighting her face, "over here Abagail" the voice came from a steep rock that stood over the lake, a young man was sitting on the very edge, throwing small stones into the water, "What'cha doin?", she asked coming closer,

"just thinking" a rock hitting the clear blue, splashed cool water up and on them both, "what if, my parents, weren't Lycan... what if I'm just a human?" another splash and another misting over the two.

The girl, came up to him placing a hand on his shoulder, "happy birthday Lucas" she smiled at him when he turned to look at her he blue eyes sparkled in the moon light, he smiled back, "do you know you are the only one who ever remembers my birthday?", she nodded "I have a present for you" she started to blush when his look changed to surprise, "but you have to close your eyes".

Without hesitation, he closed his eyes so tight, it caused wrinkles to appear in the corners, suddenly her smell filled his nose, a beautiful smell of summer daffodils, and without warning she placed her mouth on his, pressing her lips tight into his, he was instantly lost, her lush soft lips, felt like what silk must have, her hand softly caressed his check, and he could feel his heart start to pound, the air suddenly becoming forceful out of his nose, his blood rushing through him like the subway trains, and then came the heat, burning heat, all over his body, like his skin was on fire pulling away he was out of breath, panting and gasping for air, he knew there was something wrong from the look of fear in Abagails eyes, and then with a sickening crack, it felt as if every bone in his body broke, and he collapsed into a heap, unable to move.

"Lucas, whats happening? whats the matter?" fear filled her voice as she looked at his body twitching and in pain, she fell to her knees grabbing at his hand, clenching it to her chest "Lucas it's all right, try and calm down, please don't die... I love you", tears filled her eyes, and they ran down her cheeks, leaving a trail of sorrow behind, she started shouting out as loud as she could "HELP! Somebody please HELP!" and as if her prayers were answered she could hear voices in the distance, others coming, they had heard her calling for help, moment later she could see them running through the sand, she bent down beside his ear "it's o.k. Lucas, they're coming, it's going to be alright", she bent in to kiss him, to reassure him, because he still looked like he was in an unmeasurable amount of pain, and filled with fear, and it happened, his body went into violent spasms throwing her away from him, falling she hit her head against the stone they were on, knocking her unconscious, and as if trapped in his own body only able to watch, his eyes followed her body slowly roll off the rock into the lake below them. He tried desperately to move, to get to the water and shave her, but he was met with nothing but pain, as his limbs popped and reconnected, his bones changing shape.

By the time the others arrived, and realized what had happened, it was too late, they pulled nothing but a corpse from the water, her skin grey and dark, her once shimmering blues eyes, now white and lifeless, all he could do was watch as they lay her body down on the rock beside him. His body was really warm, someone must have put a blanket on him, but inside, he was cold and empty, a sadness he hadn't felt before filled him, he had killed her, the only person who had ever, cared about him, the only person who had ever loved him, Abagail... the only one he had ever loved.

He didn't notice all the people standing around him, they had circled him looking at him with faces of shock, some with horror, tears filled many, hands covered others. He closed his eyes in shame, good he thought, maybe I'll be lucky enough to die aswell here tonight, but as he waited, and waited, nothing happened until someone spoke, "what in the name of Great Mother?", Lucas opened his eyes, to look at those that had gathered around him, he could hear whispers, but couldn't make out what they were saying. All he knew was that he was tiered, his eyes slowly fell, and the last words he heard, were that of a woman, "...but he's not a wolf?"



"The bodies of 5 unidentified persons, were found this morning in the middle of the street, in what can only be described as a bloodbath. It is believed that this may have been a gang related 'hit' on rival members, even though police are not releasing many details as of yet.'

"Do we have to listen to this Marcus?"

Marcus stood up from the table of four giant men, and walked over to the t.v. hitting the power button it flashed and went black, "better Ruttick?"

The man Ruttick was sitting in a chair at the table wearing blue jeans, and a black wife beater, that fit snugly to every ripple of muscle on his chest and stomach, running his hand around his shoulder length pony tail, he shot Marcus a grin, "very much sweetheart, now hows about we talk about what to do with the human we got locked in the next room k?"

Marcus looked around the room, fuck this room looks like a page out of an Ikea catalog, which it did everything from the small i-feel-like-im-going-to-break this couch in the corner, to the build by pieces dining room table they used as a meeting table in the center, he looked at the others Ruttick was sitting at the far end across from him, gripping and stroking his blonde goatee, the newest member Legolas was sitting right next to him in a black sweat suit, nervously stroking his goatee his pale blue eyes locked onto Marcus and not moving anywhere else. At the other end of the table was his brother Lestat. His one good hazel eye partially covered with the black hair he grew to cover his face, shone with a touch of silver through the shadow he allowed himself to be bathed in.

Marcus leaned over the table placing his hands flat on the table surface, "has anyone seen Vicious?" they all looked back and forth, and Marcus came to the conclusion that the answer was no, "aiight then we wait until...." he was cut off by the sound of the door behind him swinging open, a man walked in, rather strolled in with a majestic but powerful sway, wearing loose fitting black leather pants and a black Hines t-shirt, his blood red mohawk had been trimmed to just about five centimeters long, but the offset to his rough and chiseled looks, and dark attire were his golden eyes, which were truly beautiful.

"Vicious, glad you could make it," Marcus joked with a smirk, "you know I hate it when you guys call me that" Vicious' voice was cold and stern, hearing it let you knew he had no remorse, all he got back was a smile though, "sorry Vicious, we've just been calling you that so long we forget it's not your real name" the group let out a little laugh. It was funny, Vicious' real name was Orion, but his personality reminded Legolas of a character he read about in a human novel series about Vampires "The Black Dagger Brotherhood", he said that their personalities were so identical that everyone else read the novels and adapted Orion the nickname Vicious. Marcus wondered if he hated the name, or the fact that it was written by a human woman.

"Yeah, sorry I'm late, Liza decided she wanted to go down to the lake, so I had to go over the precautions with her, you know stay away from the Lycan side of the lake, and if you sense danger transport right back to the compound, etc. etc."

Ruttick piped up "that daughter of yours Vicious is getting to be real curious, gotta watch that"

"I know Rutts, and once again... don't call me Vicious"

"Anyway", Marcus interrupted "Rutts over here 'picked up' a human who was attacked last night by some kind of animal, were thinking it was a Lycan. Now we have an issue, it's against Lycan law to attack humans, because when bitten the run the chance of being turned. So we need to decide what to do with him. Anyone have any suggestions?"

Legolas stood up, "We should kill it, someone of their kind broke one of 'their' laws, and if they choose not to take it in, we'll have to kill it anyways, before it starts attacking Vampires."

They all started to nod, except Ruttick, "the only problem with that scenario, is that part of the treaty gives them the right to govern and fulfill justice in their own way, so we have to at least bring this man to their attention", the room fell silent, and Marcus ran his hand over his bald head, "your right as always Rutts, let's prepare the transient and bring him home".



Michael King woke up in a room no bigger then that of a modern jail cell, he tried to stand up, but the room started to spin and he concluded that was a bad idea, sitting on this frame of a mattress, he looked down at the wound on his leg where that crazed dog bit him, it was bandaged and by the feel of it, healing rather quickly, and thats when he realized he was nude, he started to flash around the room looking all over for any sign of where he was or what was happening, nothing, and on top of everything every inch of the room except the bed he was lying on was pitch black. Suddenly he could hear muffled voices coming from one side of the room, and without thinking he jumped to his feet throwing himself toward the sounds, and after four or five feet he came against a door, with no windows, no cracks or seams. He started to flail his fist against the door, banging over and over again, "HEY! whoever is out there let me the fuck go! I mean it, if you don't there is going to be some serious trouble, I know Karate!"

As he finished his half lie threats the door swung open, sending him across the room against the bed. Rubbing his forehead he looked up, and up, and up some more, until he came to the face of a giant, this guy was seven foot easy, model type looks, and a ponytail that dropped to the middle of his back in the lightest golden blonde. Jumping to his feet, Michael decided to try and act tough and maybe it would work, "Hey cocksucker, I don't know what the fuck you want, but you better fucking let me go before I gotta kick some ass!" Michaels mind went crazy, 'shit, shit, shit, shit, shit Mike your the fucking idiot this guy could kill you with his little finger... or worse rape you then kill you, or rape you and kill you at the same time, shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit, fuck... im going to die...

"Calm down, I'm not going to kill you, and you have a dick so your not really my type, were going to bring you to your new home, and they'll explain whats going on', Ruttick threw a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt at him, "get dressed, we leave in five".

"How about go fuck yourself Fabio, I'm not going fucking anywhere with the likes of a bunch of kidnapers, and con-artists, you can just go and lick my balls, and now that I think of it where the fuck am I? and how the fuck did I get here? who the fuck are you?"

Ruttick, rubbed his eyes muttering to himself "for fuck sakes..." looking up he looked right at Michael, "hey" he stopped his rant to look at him and immediately got lost in his shining green eyes, Ruttick spoke one word "Sleep!" and Michael's body went limp falling to the floor, "finally some fucking quiet. He made quick work dressing him, threw him over his shoulder and headed downstairs to meet Marcus.

They could still feel the heat of the burning building on their backs, as the two men escaped the darkness of the alley at full till, "Marcus what the fuck was that?" one man asked through gasps of air, "I don't know, but whatever it was it moved fast and knew what it was doing!", the two men were massive in their own, and the ankle length leather coats they wore just embodied it further, the tails of which flailed violently in the chill October air. They rounded a corner coming to a stop four blocks from the raging flames, one mans bald head shone from the overhead street lamp, "do you think Slayers?" he asked bent over, trying to catch his breath, the other giant was leaning against a wall, stroking his long goatee, "again I have no idea, how did they know we were there? and if they were how didn't we sense them?", standing up the mans face was all business red eyes flaring "whatever it was we need to tell Vicious", nodding they both took off at a dead run. As they ran Marcus went over what had happened in his head, how a routine check in had gone so wrong.

They had arrived to check on a couple that had just recently left the coven compound, something that he did every time a couple became new parents, there are alot of complications that came not only with childbirth but just after aswell, both with the newborn and the mother so check ins were nesasary and it was a good reason to have taken Legolas with him as he was a new member in the Creed, and was in training.

They had arrived on time at eleven pm, as was arranged, and the check in went perfect both the infant and mother were in excellent condition. They talked with the father, discussed what to look for, and what problems could still arise, and they told them how to get ahold of Hashek the physician in case any of the problems came up. It wasn't until they were getting ready to leave when the banging started at the front door, he took Legolas downstairs to investigate, and as they got close to the door, it exploded sending them both through the wall behind them, what happened next was a blur of motion and screams, jumping to their feet they ran to the bedroom upstairs to find the new family dead, completely cut apart, even the infant was dismembered and strewn across the room. Searching the house and finding nothing, they ran the apartment had been completely engulfed by the time they left, whoever it was that attacked the family knew exactly what they were doing.

Questions flew through Marcus' mind as they made their way down Main St. to the car they had parked in a strip mall parking lot. 'Who was it?', 'Why this small family? they held no position, no power', 'Why the infant?' but none of those questions mattered he was going to find out who did it, and the why would have no bearing on what he did to them.



"Why did we let them go?" the question broke the silence between two men, almost identical, walking quietly down the street in matching dress pants, white button ups, and black overcoats, even the haircuts were identical, both almost business like comb overs, like something a high priced lawyer would have. The one man stopped mid step, "our mission was the family, and the infant, those other two weren't supposed to be there, and besides those were Creed members, we would have stood no chance on our own", the one's jaw dropped, "those were Creed members? how do you know?"

"first off the size was a dead giveaway, second they way they moved and reacted, especially after we blew the door, no regular citizens could have withstood that kind of blast. They must have been there to check on the infant, we had some details that they usually do a check in after a newborn and it's mother were returned home." They began walking again, each step falling without sound, the only differences between the two were coloured bands they wore around the neck, under the collar, one purple, one red. The one in red broke the silence again "Teacher" the word spoken with respect and pride, "Yes?"

"Why was this family so important? I mean, we knew their might be Creed there, why was it worth the risk?"

"We were told to by Lazerus, who gets his orders from The Christ himself", as the term 'The Christ' was spoken, they both made the sign of the cross. "We never ask questions, The Christ leads us to purify the world of these demons. It is an honour to be chosen by The Order, to be chosen by God. We must fulfill our mission even if it costs our life"

They walked in silence, as the one wearing red took in this information, after a while the Teacher looked over at him, "Pupil, we are here to do God's work, and destroy these satanic abominations, what ever this families significance is you should be honoured to know that you were a part in The Christ's master plan. His gifts to you in heaven will be numerous."

"I know Teacher"

A rustling came from behind them, then a growling voice, "Going somewhere murderers?" in an instant they both swung around, unsheathing guns that where hidden under their coats tucked in a holster in the back of their pants, aiming into the darkness, the pupils face went white as a shadow emerged from the blackness behind them into the light of the street lamps, a beast of enormous proportion stood in front of them, thick brown hair covered it's entire body, it's enormous arms and legs pulsed with pure unaltered power, a snarl curled it's lips revealing jaws of sharp dagger like canines, as it crept closer stalking it's newly acquired prey, a low growl began to echo from deep in it's chest out into the empty streets.

The Teacher cocked his weapon, urging his Pupil to do the same, he wasn't planning on combat training his newest pupil yet, but sometimes you have to roll with what is given to you, "Pupil, this demon is a Lycan, an abomination of animal, that feeds on defenseless people, isn't that right wolf?" the word was drawn out and filled with demeaning tone, "but do not fear, young one, the Lord has given us weapons to do battle against this evil, these creatures are allergic to silver, because that is the metal that was given to the betrayer Judas for the life of our Saviour."

The Lycan halted his approach, but not in fear. Looking at the two men in front of him, he began to laugh, his smirk an obvious taunt to the two of them, the Pupil stepped forward, "what are you laughing about demon, we are about to send you back to the hellish depths you were pulled from!" as his last word echoed off the walls of the surrounding buildings a low rumble began to reverberate from behind them, as it got louder the paleness of fear once again cloaked the youths face, slowly turning around they realized they had been surrounded by four more lycans of varying size and colour, all with a look of pissed off curled across their faces. The last sound before the first shot was fired, was the trickling sound of urine hitting the pavement.



"Lazerus" the voice was cold, but powerful, like many voices talking in sync, kneeling in front of a wooden cross, a large man dressed entirely in black, stood up, the candle light threw shadows and shapes across the small room, sweat ran across his head soaking his comb over hair cut, and his perfectly trimmed goatee, he bowed causing the sweat to glisten over the crucifix tattooed on his forehead,

"Lord what do you command of me?" his voice strong, and filled with power,

As if from nowhere a person completely cloaked in white appeared reaching out an arm, placing its hand on his head, the voice echoed again as if it was coming from every part of the room.

"I have a mission for you my child"

Without looking up, he nodded "Anything you wish of me my Lord, shall be done"

"Stand, Lazerus", as he did the voice continued "there is a new demon Lazerus, being born again soon, in the squaller of the Lycans. We have not seen a demon of this power in generations, it's presence was hidden from me through deceit, it's line was thought dead years ago, we cannot allow this demon to reach maturity, or it will bring with it years of darkness. Your mission is to find this demon and destroy it."

"How will I find it Lord?"

The entity floated backwards, pointing out the window, "Search the dwellings of the Lycans, find the youth with the mark of the Unworthy Follower, that will be the one. He is there now in this city, preparing to be awakened. Go Lazerus, and yet again save humanity."

Without another word Lazerus left the confines of the small room, into the vast foyer of a church, he walked down the main aisle, bowing at the foot of the alter before going around it into his chambers. Stopping in front of a large painting on the wall, he placed one hand on the painting and pushed forward, opening a hidden door to a stone staircase leading into the depths of the churches catacomb, following the winding staircase until it opened into a huge room, twice the size of the main church floor. On either side of the room were eight doors, the sleeping courters of the Teachers and their Pupils, on the wall directly in front of him there were three more labeled with their function, the study, the training gym, and the weaponry, in the very center of the vast room was a stone table with candles all around the outside of it, a throne and eight lesser chairs were seated around and above this stone table, a golden bell, engraved with the holy cross, hung from the roof. Lazerus slowly approached the bell, picking up a mallet the rested on the table, and began to strike the bell. Stopping after the third strike, Lazerus sat in a large throne like chair, and listened to the chime of the bell slowly die down, and as it did the sound of many doors opening took it's place, and after only a matter of minutes, the table was filled by seven men, all in black dress pants and white button ups, the same purple collar band, other younger men of various ages took spots kneeling in perfect rows on either side of the table. When everyone had settled and the noise subsided Lazerus rose from his seat, he looked around at the men seated at the table "has Peter not returned?" the others nodded their heads ones in sequence, looking out amongst the men and women kneeling around him, raising his hands he spoke one line "We have a new mission".

"The night sounds so peaceful, the tranquility of nothingness relaxes the soul... the voice came from out of nowhere, and it scared the shit out of me man, it was like the buildings were talking to me or something, then outta nowhere this giant dog, had to of been a great dane or something with rabies attacked my girl, I tried to get it off her, but it bit me in the leg and I fell over, thank God you guys showed up or else I would have been a goner," the officer took a break from writing the statement in his note pad, looking in a silent judging stare at the man, who was in his early twenties, and covered in blood, "what where you and your girlfriend doing in a cut off alley?" the word girlfriend spoken in an almost mocking tone. "We were drinking at a party and were on our way back to our apartment, to you know, have our own party, and we kinda got caught up on the way home and wanted to start early...", the officer glanced over at the remains being carted out of the alley, the corpse was a mess, slashes, cuts and other various wounds covered the body, a trail of blood marked the bodies exit from the pitch between the two apartment buildings.

"Aiight Mr.Knight, I need you to come down to the headquarters and make a full statement." As the officer helped the young man get into the back of the cruiser, he was approached from behind, "Officer King?", he turned and came face to face with a beast, not in the literal tense though, this man was huge at least six foot five, 295, and build like a brick shit house but with the face of a model, long blonde ponytail, and green eyes that shimmered way too much to be real. "Yes", he replied trying to hide the intimidation he felt, "My name is Special Agent Rutts," he said flashing a fancy badge "and I apologize but I'm under orders to take this man into federal custody, he's wanted in connection to numerous killings across the states." Just as the officer was about to complain and start asking for paperwork and transfer bills, he suddenly felt as if there was no need for the appropriate papers, turned, opened the door to the cruiser and allowed the man to take the suspect with him, and almost as suddenly he was alone. Grabbing his radio he sent in, we found the body of a woman, late teens, blonde hair, really tore up, no suspect or evidence on scene.