Rebuilding the den

[Pete]

Pete had been a Lycan for several days now, he could never return home in his... condition... The only other alternitive was to find a home with others of his kind, his Lycan brothers and sisters. Pete had heard rumors of the Lyan den in Sweden, he also heard the rumors of its demise. The Lycans needed a base of operations, and New York was the best place for it. Nobody would notice new-comers in New York, they were too busy with their own agendas. Pete may have been young but he was smart, if the Lycans didnt band together, chances were that the Vampires would hunt them down and kill them one by one. Pete had found the perfect place... an old run down fatory in downtown Buffalo... yeah it was pretty crappy and run down, but it beat living on the streets. Pete contacted his only link to the Werewolf world, an old aquaintance by the name of Vincent... the one who brought Pete into this mess in the first place. Pete quicky dialed his cell phone. "Hey Vincent, its time to rebuild the den. Bring whoever will follow you."

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent was in Europe when he heard about the will of Pete, newest of the Lycans. "Pete, where exactly have you been thinking of rebuilding the Den?" Vincent asked Pete, on the cell as he take a look on his surroundings, for a Lycan must be careful of Hunters and Vampires.

[Pete]

"Western New York, Buffalo to be exact... I have connections here. A friend of mine has the deed to an old factory, its not what id call cozy, but it has a fridge and a ping pong table. I got ya a six pack of guiness if your interested. Vincent, we need to gather our forces... i have revenge in mind..." Pete explained. "The Vampires have made their home somewhere near washington... we'll need a place to stay while we plan an attack." "Vincent, your the only other Lycan i know, ill need you to help me gather the troops... names and locations would be nice." "One more thing... who is our leader?" Pete asked.

[Vincent Valentine]

"Alena, our beloved mother, is our leader, i have to talk to her, and she will gather the surviving Lycans." Vincent told Pete, as he asked who the leader was. "Is that place dark?" Vincent then added, as he looked upon the moon. "It's beautiful moon tonight." Vincent said to Pete.

[Pete]

"Yeah, its pretty dark. And there's an excellent view of the sky from the roof." Pete said. "A little elbow grease and this place could do finely." "As for Alena, does anybody know where she is?" Pete asked. "Because i suppose that she should be in charge of this operation, not I, a lowly youngling." "By the way Vincent, my offer still stands, there's a pizza and a fridge full of guiness down here." Pete said happily. "Bring warm clothes, its a little chilly down here."

[Vincent Valentine]

"I believe she is in Zürich, Switzerland." Vincent said to Pete. "And i just have to finish some things over, then i will get to you." Vincent then added, as he was prepared to leave his safehouse. "My time in Europe has come to an end, for awhile." Vincent said as he looked around , trying to sense if someone were watching him.

[Pete]

"Ill see if i can hunt down some of our bretheren in the mean time." "Good luck Vincent." Pete said as he hung up. He was a little disapointed that he would be alone for the time being. Pete had emptied his wallet on on groceries, and hoped that it wouldnt go to waste. If it did Pete assured himself that he'd get the money from Vincent one way or another. Pete hadnt eaten for several days and his stomach started to make strange noises. "Oh well, more for me i guess." He sighed as he sat down on he couch of the abondoned factory and bit into a slice of deicious pizza. He would look for the others tomorrow.

[Arai]

Arai had wandered around New York for a few days, taking in all the sights and sounds of the big city. No one noticed a scruffy-looking teenage girl wandering around. Her jeans were a bit worn; one of the legs sported a hole in the knee and dirt stained the cuffs. Her creamy skin was relatively clean - she had taken to washing up in public bathrooms whenever she could. Flicking a strand of her short auburn hair out of her light brown eyes, she curiously scanned the night city. She avoided sleeping at night: too many creeps wandered the alleyways and streets. At five foot two, Arai's slender frame could never fight off even one man, much less a gang of them.

But right now she had other worries. She was hungry, very hungry. Her pride would not allow her to steal during the day, nor dig through dumpsters at night. Placing a hand on her too-slender waist, she sniffed the air, searching for any signs of food. Her sensitive nose caught the spicy smell of pizza, causing her stomach to gurgle discontentedly. Ignoring it, Arai began to follow the scent, sometimes backtracking around streets and jumping fences. Finally, she reached a rather direlect building. An old factory, by the looks of it. It didn't appear that anyone had been here in a while, except for the fact that there was clearly food in there. Eyes scanning the side by an alley, she spotted a window about six feet from the pavement. Underneath were two rusty tin trashcans. With a nimble leap, she was on top of them and grabbing the window sill. She had barely glimpsed inside when the cans groaned under her and tipped over with a loud clatter, pitching her to the hard concrete. Momentarily unaware of her scraped palms and arms, she froze, waiting for any sign that someone had heard her.

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent called Pete back a few days later. "Hey, Pete, i've spoken to Alena, our beloved mother, and she will bring all of the Lycans to this new den, that you've found." Vincent said to Pete over the phone, as he waited for his response, he looked at his surroundings, for he knew that Van Helsing was around.

[Pete]

Pete heard the noise coming from outside and almost had a stroke. This wasnt the time for a Vampire attack, he put down his pizza and umped out of the window, carrying his knife and willing himself to transform, his endocrine system just waiting for an excuse to pump out adrenaline. Pete found himself looking not at a Vampire, but a scroungy young woman, not much older than him. She looked cold, hungry, and a little embarrased as she lay there on the ground. Pete also noticed something else about her, something feral. Pete realized that she was a Lycan, and thus family... like a long lost sister. "Welcome to the Lycan den, names Pete, how bout you?" Pete said with a smile on his face. Pete really didnt know what to say to the girl, despite her condition she was quite attractive. Pete wasnt exactly smooth... a geek in a hunks body. "Would you like to come inside? I have pizza if you want some." Pete offered.

[Arai]

Within the minute, Arai found herself facing a teenage boy, a bit younger than herself. He looked strong, and from the knife in his hand, he looked like he was ready for something to come and attack him. She gazed at him silently, sizing him up, as he spoke to her. He seemed a bit nervous, as if he were not used to being around girls. She bit back a grin. This could be amusing. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she rolled over and stood up. Brushing off the back of her jeans, she replied, "You may call me Arai. I suppose some food would be nice, thank you."

[Pete]

"No problem." Pete said as he gestured towards the door. "Its not exactly a palace, but its home." "All the nessesities, fridge, bathroom, couch, mountain dew..." Pete put the knife back into its sheathe as he spoke. "I would have cleaned the place up a bit if i was expecting company." Pete said as he laughed. "The showers right down the hall if your interested." Pete realized a second later that the last comment may have been insulting and mentally slapped himself in the face. Pete was just that graceful, like a brick through a window.

[Arai]

She glanced about her at the crumbling drywall, peeling paint, and rusted metal. Raising an eyebrow, she said, "Home....right....well, I suppose this is better than where I have been living." Her keen eyes took in all the details she could as they walked through the building. It seemed sturdy enough, even if it looked like crap. Still, it was shelter of some sort. She looked at him when he made the shower comment. She would be mad, except she could see by his rapidly reddning face that he hadn't meant it like that. Arai bestowed her dazzling smile upon him, the same one she had used to win 'best smile' award back at school. Then she caught herself. She tried not to think about her past. Changing the subject, she said, "Yeah, I'll definetely be using that later. But for now, I think my stomach is telling me to eat something before it digests itself."

[Pete]

It was incredibly awkward for Pete. He was barely capable of talking to human girls... and now here he was making a fool of himself... with a Lycan girl. Human or not, females were alien to Pete. He rustled his blonde hair as he said "Pizzas on the table, and theres some mountain dew in the fridge if you want one." Pete flung himself down on the couch, brain in overdrive trying to say something clever... he had nothin'. It was a little chilly in the room so Pete offered her his dark blue Abercrombie hoodie, it was one of the only articles of clothing that hadnt been covered in grime. It would most likely be big on her considering he was 6 feet tall and muscular, but Pete though he may have won bonus points anyway.

[Arai]

She watched him amusedly as he stood there a bit awkwardly. Boys were funny. "Thanks," she said, walking to the table. Picking up a piece of pizza, she bit into the thick cheese hungrily, tasting the zesty sauce on her tongue. Finishing it quickly, she pulled a Mountain Dew out of the fridge and drank some. Not the best thing for thirst, but it would do. Making inroads on another piece of pizza, she looked at him as he offered his hoodie. She considered the prospect. Her t-shirt was a bit worn, and she didn't want to be unkind to the person who was offering her food, so she took it gratefully. "Thanks," she said, putting it on. It came down to her knees, almost covering the hole in her jeans, and the sleeves fell past her hands. Pushing the sleeves up to her elbows, she noticed the slightly doggy smell of the shirt. Dismissing it, she said, "So, where are you from?"