An Altar Laced with Arsenic

[Auron]

Auron bounded down the darkened streets of Rome, carrying his bride, Namir in his arms. On the way she kept squirming and screaming, so he had to subdue her, now her head lolled back on his arm as he cradled her against his chest. Since all of the adrenaline had died down now he was becoming more of the old Auron he used to be, and the scent of jasmine and calla lilies that erupted from her hair. Tucking Namir close he ran down a familiar street that lead into a clearing, he was heading to their altar that was set up in a garden that her family had owned.
As he approached the scene the took the lighter out of the pocket of Namir's leather jacket. Auron knew she kept it there, she'd often taken it out to play with when she was nervous, he knew her all too well, even though she had changed some. He took in the scene, there were six tables in the walled up garden, surrounded with flower beds, the altar at the front, and a trail of white fabric leading down to where the bride would enter. The fine white lace draped on the table was grey and blackened by the weather, and surrounding the altar, and on each table were big white candles. Depositing his bride on a soft patch of grass, Auron lit up the candles, and cursed Namir to be bound magically so she couldn't move should she wake up, he gave her half of a horse tranquilizer injection, figuring that'd be enough for her lycan status.
A rabbit flittered by, out of the dead decaying flowers, he'd entered at the wrong time. With his demonic agility Auron snatched up the rabbit and ran up to the altar, he began muttering blessings and calling to the dark lord beneath them. Retrieving a blade from his pocket he slit the rabbit's throat and drew a pentagram on the blackened cloth. The earth trembled, and he began calling more vivaciously, the devil himself would be their priest tonight, he hoped. He took some of the blessing upon his forehead, leaving none for Namir, who slumped over lazily in the grass, sleeping like the dark angel that she was. He loved her and he hated her, but whatever she was she was rightfully his, on this earth or in hell.

[Pete]

Whatever Auron was planning, Pete guaranteed its wasnt in Namir's best interests. It was a dark night, the full moon concealed behind the clouds. He sprinted from rooftop to rooftop, his dark silhouette barely visable to the pedestrians below. It didnt matter if he was seen, this was a race against time, only God knew what Auron could be doing. Using his lycan senses he tracked the two by their scents, Namir smelled of fresh flowers, and Auron... he reeked of hatred and rage.
Finally catching up to them he perched on a rooftop overlooking the garden. Auron placed the girl on the grass beside him, lighting candles and muttering incantations. He knelt down next to her, inecting something into her arm, a seditive perhaps. He caught a small sign of movement as a sall rabbit peered out from the dead flowers, ust as quickly as it appeared, Auron snatched it up, slitting its throat. His dark incantations growing louder as the ground began to shake... it was time to make an appearance. Pete inhaled deeply, the bright moon reflecting in his eyes as fur erupted from his body. He dug his claws into the wooden roof for traction before launching himself at Auron, his eyes burning with murderous fury. He swung his arm out at Auron's neck with enough force to bring down a brick wall.

[Auron]

Auron was distracted by the power of his incantations, and the tremble of the ground to sense the lycan at first. Then he heard his feet hit the ground as he threw himself at Auron. A cruel smile entwined itself in his lips, and in a cool calm manner, the syringe ready in his hand pocket, he flipped it out and jabbed it into Pete's neck, injecting all of the liquid to sedate him. Auron waited for him to hit the ground. Angrily he wrenched out, fists clenched and brow furrowed in furiosity, "No one is going to stop this day for me."

[Rickter Rossenhiem]

Rickter had been busy as Pete tracked the demon through his city. He had gone back to his base and gathered a few of his men. They would do to soak up the enemies concentration. He flew upwards quickly as he left his clan base. His eyes scanning the rooftops below of Pete.

There!

He pointed at the Lycan and his vampire crew understood. They vanished. He followed. The reappeared behind Pete and started to run after him. Whenever he took ahead of them they vanished and caught up with him. They didn't have the adrenaline running through them that he did.

On arrival Rickter sent his five vampire followers that he had gathered to surround the clearing. They all had pistols, it should slow the creature down. He hoped it would. Rickter himself took to the air, this was Pete's fight. He understood that, but if Pete needed help. He'd give it.

[Pete]

Auron barely avoided the crippling blow, ducking low and stabbing Pete in the neck with the syringe. The medicine not hesitating to bring him down, he fell to his knees. Should have... seen... that coming... His mind began to slur as the sedative worked its way through his veins. He tried to get up, but to no avail. If he wanted to play dirty, they would play dirty. With a roar he kicked upward, the blow connecting with the demon's groin, he landed his second blow to the back of his knees. I'm not... going down... without a fight. He projected with a sneer, his body already fighting the injection.

[Rickter Rossenhiem]

As the syringe entered Pete's neck Rickter ripped the gun-blade from it's place on his back and locked onto the demons head. He didn't fire, but made a signal to his vampires that made tham also train their shots on the beasts head.

If Pete fell it would be their turn. And Rickter wouldn't be falling tonight.

[Namir Black]

Namir was lying on the grass, her mind was a blur, she couldn't think straight at all. A slight groan escaped her lips as she opened her eyes, her head was splitting open, never had it hurt that badly. Trying to find someone's thought was impossible, she felt so impaired. Namir couldn't move her arms and legs, and she felt incredibly exhausted. Not even able to turn her head, she looked up at the sky through the slits of her eyes. She could see something.. what was it...? She knew what it was from somewhere, it looked so familiar. Glancing closer, straining her eyesight, she saw it was a cape, fluttering in the wind, five other figures close by, she knew who it was... For once, Namir was actually happy to see a vampire, she smiled slightly, and rolled back unconscious. The boys were coming for her.. but one was missing, and her heart felt that one more than the others.

[Auron]

Auron groaned, crutching his crotch, and fell to the ground on his knees. Pete really was playing dirty, never does any other guy hit another guy in the balls, but Pete now just asked for it. Through his scrunched eyes he glimpsed his bride still and beautiful on the ground, he hated that sl*t at this very second, he hoped she would go easier than this.
Recovering from the blow to his groin he got up, shaking now. Pete was going to push his buttons if he didn't just go ahead and pass out. Auron reared back and punched him in the face as hard as he could. Then he strode away gently to a Namir's body, he took out the blade that was still smudged with the blood of the sacrifice, and kissed it, pressing it to Namir's lips as well. He went over to one of the dead rose bushes, he retrieved a black box from his hiding place in one of the stones. From the box he pulled a long black silken evening gown, and began stripping Namir gently. He laid gentle kisses on her exposed flesh, her body slender and pale just as he mentioned it, taking note of every delicious scar that he'd left on her. Auron leaned Namir up and slipped the gown over her, it snuggly fit over her curves, and matched her shimmering black curls. Laying a gentle kiss on each closed eye lid he took the blade back up in his hands.
Auron began his incantations once more, blessing his god for this wonderful offering, praying for their fertility and his hold over her to grow stronger. The ground resumed its horrible shudder, he took the blessed blade and carved two symbols into Namir's chest, on her right breast, and one on her right hand. Then he commanded her up, murmuring more incantations to levitate her. "Get up you filthy b*tch. Its time to pay your due."

[Pete]

He lay there on the ground, barely aware of his surroundings. Groaning he propped himself up on his knee, determined to save her. He was instantly knocked back down by a fist to the face. Blood ran from his nose and lips, the bitter taste filling his mouth. He closed his eyes, all seemed lost. He could only lay there as Auron stripped off her clothes... it disgusted him, Auron wasnt worthy. The incantions began again, the ground quaking as Auron carved markings into the girls flesh. Get up! He willed his body into action. Never surrender. Never give up. He would not lose Namir, after all, she was the closest thing he had to family. He dragged himself over to Auron, he didnt seem to notice, he was completely obsessed with completing his mission. "Call her that again... I dare ya." Pete said, spitting out blood, gripping Auron's ankle. With a swift movement he wrapped his arms around the demon's ankle, placing his foot against his knee. The leg collapsed, the sickening sound of the bones snapping filling the night air.

[Namir Black]

Namir's eyes flew open. What the hell was happening? She was raising to her feet, but there wasn't anything that she could do about it. Where the hell was she? Her grey eyes flew open wide and drunk in the scene thirstily, it was the remnants of her wedding garden. "Auron!" she screamed, furious. "What in god's name do you think you're doing to me?"
Noticing the pile of clothes on the ground, she looked down, she was in a gorgeous designer silk black gown, her bare feet being tickled by the grass, it was beautiful. Looking down at her hands she knew the familiar sting of a cut, and it was like bees were attacking her hand, and then blood ran down her breast, soaking through her dress a little. Namir began to shake, she was so angry she began to cry. "You ba*tard...." Her tone resembled the demonic one that Auron's took on when he was angry. Her feet began to move involuntarily, like when she had gotten up, she was being forced to walk to the altar, but no one was pushing her, invisible magnets were pulling her towards it, and she couldn't stop. It hit her, where was Pete, the tears came harder, she couldn't find him. Her eyes flew back to Auron laying on the ground with a sick smile on his face, giving her that impenetrable stare, and she saw him, she let out a sigh of relief. Thank god for Pete... He would find a way out of this, dead or alive.

[Auron]

Auron fell to the ground, the bone in his leg splintering. At this point he didn't feel it, the presence of his lord was too strong, his adrenaline pumping at too high of a rate. He lifted up on his elbows to face his challenger, still controlling his little marionette, Namir. One of his smiles found their way to his face, he would love torturing this wolf. "B*tch." Except this time, he wasn't looking at Namir, he was staring straight into Pete's eyes, pushing the envelope. The sight of blood on Pete's face made his smile even broader, and he kicked him in the throat.
Crawling using his good leg, he pulled himself up onto a chair for support, and used it as a crutch, slowly making his way down to the altar, to receive Namir. A dark hooded figure appeared in front of them in the center of the bloody pentagram, first in little grains of black sand blown onto the cold cement, and then the full figure wielding a sickle. Its voice was low and lurching as he recited the start of the vows in some language that he knew Namir was unable to understand, but she would get the meaning. "Ach na mun ra, ach ta mahn, nosch rotadach," Auron answered in the demon's native tongue, accepting the vows and responsibility. In this type of wedding ceremony the woman was bound, and had no equal opportunity other than to say, like in the wiccan religion, "Blessed Be." The hood inclined slightly in her direction, still murmuring in the tongue. "Its your turn. You better reply. Say it." Auron fed images into her mind as she was standing there, the visual threats of her being mangled piece by piece with razor blades, taken into his torture chamber, and to their marriage bed, which wouldn't be pleasant... "Say it Namir!" he barked with such ferocity he trembled.

[Jarrod]

"She will not be saying anything," said a calm, yet strong, voice behind him. Jarrod had finally arrived. It had taken long enough; he had gone to get something that had occured to him as they were in the city. With vampires, you could never be quite sure what was going to happen, so Jarrod had prepared himself. He had figured Namir would be safe with Pete nearby, but apparently this human was more than he seemed. His green-blue eyes took in the scene. A dark figure seeping evil stood at a defiled alter dripping in blood. The man who now tried to force Namir into this entirely unholy union stood, menacing and sinister, at the front. Namir was nearby, looking like a dark angel in her black dress, though Jarrod could see and smell that she bled. His pulse spiked at the thought of that demonic one touching, much less looking at, his Namir. His dirty blonde hair ruffled in a slight gust, highlighted by the night sky. The rays of the moon also revealed what he had gone to get.
Though unconventional, it was rather impressive. Jarrod had gone out and purchased the best super soaker known to Europe. With the water pack strapped to his back, he hoisted the massive gun in his muscular arms, aiming it at the alter. But this was no ordinary water war. He had also stopped at a nearby church and acquired enough holy water to fill the five-gallon pack. "Nobody," he stated coldly, his eyes hardening to gray, "hurts Namir, you unholy son of a b*tch." And with that, he pulled the trigger, releasing a powerful jet of holy water straight towards the demon-possessed man and the sickle-weilding shadow.

[Auron]

Auron's head whipped around at the smell of another lycan, he knew Pete wasn't stubborn enough to get up, again. His eyes glowed crimson at the sight of him... Her lover. Auron knew exactly who he was, and exactly how much he already hated him.
Auron's teeth clenched hard and tight together as the holy water hit him. Immediately on contact his skin began to bubble up, a horrible hissing sound erupted from the wounds. Auron's face was melting, he reached out and let his nails drag down Namir's forearm as he himself melted altogether, not just his face anymore. The reaper who was conducting the ceremony let out a horrible screech, throwing its head back in defiance, the blew away in a tunnel cloud, and into the darkness. Auron was dead, and Namir was free.

[Namir Black]

Namir stood there at the altar, clamping her lips shut. She'd be d*mned if she said it, he might be able to get her to walk up here, but never was she to utter that phrase to him. Auron's head twisted around, but she caught his smell before he said anything, the smell of salt and suntan lotion, and something sweet like mangoes. Namir's smile broadened, and the tears dried, Jarrod had come to help rescue her when it felt like all else was lost, Pete was partially incapacitated, and Rickter was waiting for the signal of the incapacitate.
Holy water splashed on her shoulder as Jarrod set off he supersoaker. Auron drug his finger nails into the inside of her arms but she held in her screech of pain, her face set as cold stone, she had no mercy. Her eyes wide taking in everything; she watched his flesh melt off of him and was burned as if by acid, his skeleton lay there in his place with remnants of skin, hair, and his clothing still existed. One of his eyes stared up at her with fear that had pierced his iris. Namir turned away from the ghastly sight and turned her face to Jarrod and Pete, Rickter landing softly behind them.
She bowed her head to Rickter out of respect and thanks, if he had helped her at this point he was worthy of her trust. Pete lay on the ground, still half sedated, it would wear off shortly, but she leaned down, and pulled his arm around her shoulder, and hoisted him into one of the nearby chairs at the table. Ruffling his hair she commented, "You did good, love," then deposited a small friendly kiss on the top of his head. As she slid out from under Pete's shoulder, she set her grey eyes happily on Jarrod. Slowly she walked over to him, the cool soft grass tickling her feet with every step. Namir stood less than a foot infront of him, and just held him in her gaze for a few seconds, then slipped her arms around his waist and kissed him deeply. "Thank you, Jarrod," she let out in a half whisper, and a small smile graced her lips.

[Rickter Rossenhiem]

Rickter watched with great interest as the fight below him went on, twice he had to force himself not to order his men to attack. He resisted the urge well enough and was soon chuckling as both demon's died, or left. He didn't care which, they were gone from his city.

He signaled his men to go home and let himself drop to the ground, he had sheathed his gun-blade but was still wary, he didn't trust the Lycan's one hundred percent. But he wanted to. The body of Auron lay beside him, he looked at it disgusted, he wanted so much to fire a bullet into the creature's head. But again. he resisted the urge. This had been the Wolves fight. Not his, he would just make sure they didn't cause anymore trouble in Rome.

He sat watching them as they gathered themselves together, he didn't want to intrude.