Where the Hell is he? (Axe, Dmitrius, Lukias, Eve)

[Hall]

Hall felt sick. He lent against the grimy wall and tried to catch his breath. He wasn't exactly out of breath but he felt like he was. The urge to hyperventilate washed over him again and he fought to breath more deeply. The stench all around him was nauseating, he had never imagined that an occupied city would smell so bad and he was freaking badly at the sheer numbers of people around. He dodged and hid, avoiding everyone he could and especially the ominous uniformed individuals. Just what the hell were they? It was all utterly vile...

The trip across the desert had been a nightmare. He had woken battered and naked in the ruins, his memories of what had gone before blurry and wracked with pain. He knew there was nothing left to go back to, he had been amongst the last survivors when the final game started, before the demons had infected them with whatever... Hall was confused about what exactly had been done to him, he had seen a Worgen, a werewolf, once and the thing that had bitten him was not one of those. Neither was it a Vampire and he was pretty sure it had not been one of the Slags he had only heard nightmarish rumors about.

He doubled over again retching but unable to bring up anything else from his raw and empty stomach. It had been three days since he had last tried to eat anything and he had spent hours vomiting after when he had. He had finished the last of the water he had found earlier and had nothing left to wash the sour taste from his mouth. There was a small part of him that still wished he was dead along with the rest of his people, but his instinct to survive was too strong to give up. It had carried him all his life as a hunter and through the twisted games of the demons and brought him... here.

New Vegas just seemed like another circle of Hell to him. His community had avoided all contact with the Vampires, they hadn't even particularly wanted anything to do with the 'Resistance'. Insular and isolated, they had thought they were safe. Hall snorted in self-disgust. He should have known better, they all should have known better. His thoughts regarding his old community had become harsher over the last few days. Perhaps it was the incessant pain in his gut that was to blame or perhaps he had never taken the time before to consider what a despicable waste of space most of them had been.

He saw another of the termite-like city dwellers scuttle past the mouth of the alley that he had taken refuge in. They were like vermin, cockroaches, feeding on the death and filth the Vampires dropped like crumbs for them. He retched again and his stomach growled. He didn't know where all the anger was coming from but he knew he couldn't afford it, the anger made him hungry and the hunger hurt. He needed answers, he needed to find this Dimitri... no... Dmitrius! The asshole better have some answers for him, or God help him...

Hall took another deep breath and straightened up. He needed to find a way into the Under-city, whatever the hell that was. He used a little logic, something that was coming harder and harder to his foggy and pained mind and tore up a grate. The sewer stench was overwhelming but so was the ripe human stench of the city. He dropped into the exposed hole, his eyes adjusting to the near darkness before his nose and stomach filtered out the smell. At least in the sewers the vicious cramping pains in his stomach that he felt around people began to ease.

He wandered for what seemed like hours, flashes of light from exposed grates, the trickle of foul water and the occasional scratching sounds of sewer-life his only guides. Eventually something began to draw him, he couldn't place what or how, but he knew which way he needed to go. He found his way lower, the sewers giving way to underground spaces that smelt, felt, somehow like 'home'. Hall knew how to follow his instincts, what hunter didn't? But this was something that disturbed him as much as it called to him.

He startled when he saw a man watching him and a low involuntary growl escaped his lips. For a moment his mind went blank, his only instincts to attack or flee. He flailed against it like a drowning man and managed to gasp breathlessly, “Dmitrius? Cly sent me...” The man stared at him, hard, before pointing at a mostly hidden turn in an almost corridor. “Left, second right and then third on the left.” Hall nodded and followed the directions, not pausing to lean against the wall gasping until he was out of sight, some instinct screaming at him to never show his weakness. When he reached the room his shoulder hit the door, slamming it open uncaring. He stood framed in the doorway growling, “Dmitrius?” he snarled.

[axelle]

Axelle was moving the pieces around on his board. The chess game he was playing had gone back to a more trivial life game. He picked up the black knight and looked it over with a smirk. Yeah, this was going practically no where. He should be in Alexander's room. He shouldn't be here but he had claimed this room and made it his own dammit. Dmitrius had been fighting with him constantly over moving out of the room and especially out of the bed. But this was his room! He wanted to stay here. It made no sense. He should be staying with Alexander. He had moved on, right? Yeah, he had.

He closed his eyes remembering so much. Alexander was wonderful. He was very open with his feelings since only a fool couldn't read him like a book. He had become a part of Axelle in a way. But on the other hand Dmitrius knew how to piss Axelle off to no end and like a sick and twisted puppy Axelle kept coming back stubbornly telling him he wouldn't be moving out of his room. Why was Axelle doing this? Hell if he knew he just knew that he... No, take the thoughts away. He grabbed his journal and began to write in it. He needed to get his thoughts out and perhaps no one would ever read the journal. No one would ever get their hands on it and read the pages of his life.

But then he moved to the wall with his little bit of stuff that was close to the door and brought his feet up so his knees were bent and continued to write. A piece of poetry that only very few would get.

As time moves does the pain stop?
With all the angels and demons do we ever stop to think?
Where does all things go together to stop?
What if we do drink?

Will it all turn out alright?
What will happen when everything fades?
What if it doesn't turn right?

Just then the door was shoved in and he moved throwing the journal and pencil in one swift movement before running at the man and grabbing him without a hesitation. He grabbed at the man's arms and if caught went to slam him into the wall. He moved fast and got into the man's face even being shorter than this man he looked up at him. "Wrong room, luv. I can show you to the pits where Dmitrius is though." His blue eyes glared up at the man. He frowned at the man as he went to slam the man against the wall once more. He began to chuckle some as anger tore at him.

Who the fuck did this man think he is? Barging into his room and demanding Dmitrius. What a dumbass motherfucker. His face was close to his. He wore no shirt or shoes. A pair of faded blue jeans with holes was the only thing he wore. His blonde hair was in spikes all over like he had just crawled out of bed. The alcohol was still on his breath and all he wanted was to get rid of this man so he could go back to his writing. Go back to his room. "Let's go find Dmitrius." He grinned slyly before going to grab him by the arm and lead him away. "Dmitrius... Oh Dmitrius!" He whispered wickedly.

Who was this man to Dmitrius? An ex-lover? A lover? Oh, Axelle was pissed and just barely containing it. The man had made two mistakes. One barging into his room and two calling for Dmitrius when Axelle was around.

[Hall]

Hall paused in the doorway. It wasn't a dramatic gesture, he just suddenly felt nauseous and leant heavily on the door-frame for support. He was determined that he wasn't about to go and keel over again like some sick kid now he had finally found who he was looking for. He was still blinking, trying to clear his head and focus, as the man from inside the room came hurtling out at him. Before he could say another word he was flying backwards and slammed against the far wall of the cramped and grimy corridor. The world was spinning for a moment as the breath was knocked out of him and he had a moment to wonder what the hell was happening here?

The rough wall grazed against his naked back, feeling bitterly cold in comparison to the still feverish heat that ran through his skin. He took a deep ragged breath, realising the man in front of him stank of alcohol, and looked down in confusion into the angry blue eyes and contorted expression of rage on the face of the shorter blonde man, who looked for all the world as if Hall had just woken him up. Had he lost track of time that badly down in the tunnels? He had no real idea. For all that the blonde looked pissed and Hall felt like shit, he still began to feel the stirrings of arousal from the proximity of their half-naked bodies, and a breathless groan escaped him. He was about to try and repeat his question when the stranger began to speak.

The furious guy was still glaring as he snarled at him, The wrong room? No, this was definitely the right room, he recalled every exhausted step it had taken him to get here from where he had encountered the lookout. His arms being pinned against the wall was beginning to freak him out more than a little and he started to struggle. This wasn't Dmitrius? Well maybe that was a good thing considering the current situation. Despite that the guy had just offered to show him to Dmitrius what he actually did was just smack him into the wall again. The world didn't spin this time though, his guts were knotting up and he was starting to get pissed off, he needed this guy to let him go, and right now. This wasn't who he needed to find and getting smacked against the wall again he revised his opinion to definitely a good thing.

Suddenly the guy chuckled maliciously and yanking him away from the wall by one arm he began to drag him along the corridor. Going to find Dmitrius? Okay, he could live with that and he prayed it wasn't too far as he stumbled after the now grinning nutter who was now stalking down the corridor whispering theatrically for Dmitrius. The adrenalin rush was wearing off already, he had been running on little else for the last week and was close to total burnout, and he lurched against the wall and retched again as his stomach seemed to try and turn itself inside out. It hurt like hell and he was getting angry again, and hungry, and damned if he didn't have a hard-on too. If this ass didn't quit messing with him Hall was going to start venting those feelings...

[axelle]

Axelle was too angry to notice much of the man or him being weak or sickly. He was busy doing... What? Acting... No, I am not! It was the battle in his own head. He was angry as can be. This man had thrown open his door and was demanding for Dmitrius for what? Nothing obviously for good. Axelle was definitely going to lead him somewhere alright and where that would be would be somewhere far down in a pit or in a dungeon if he could find one. He wanted to make sure this man got no where near Dmitrius. He didn't care for a reason behind his rage. All he knew was he didn't like the man on seeing him.

He began to grab the man by the arm and pretty much pull him down along the hall. He smirked at his quick thinking. All he knew was to get as much distance between Dmitrius and this man. Yes... Distance. "Dmitrius... Where oh where are you?" He practically purred in a whisper. Perhaps instead of finding a place for this man he'd just bury him six feet under in a cement casket. Now there's a thought and he grinned more. But then again he wasn't too keen on getting caught either.

He looked around at the passages and nearly cursed. Which way to go? It was always like a labyrinth in here. He gave a soft sigh as he stopped but kept a hold of his 'prisoner.' He wasn't far from his room. HIS room! Dmitrius kept trying to kick him out but it wasn't happening. He refused to give up his room at all. He had claimed it just like... No! Get your mind away from that. You are with Alexander now. You are happy with Alexander. There was no arguing. There was a gentleness to Alexander. A sweet gentleness. Dmitrius had a rough nature to him.

He closed his eyes for a moment before he went to grab the man once more and shove him against the wall. He was angry again. "What do you want with Dmitrius?" Yes, he wanted answers first. His fury exploded as quick as can be. It pumped through his veins like lava and made him burn with wanting to hurt something or someone.

[Hall]

The blonde man continued to drag Hall along the corridor, seemingly oblivious to his lurching gait and pained grunts. Hall just wanted to be able to stop, he was tired, feverish and he hurt and he just wanted some damned answers. When he had been allowed to walk straight in past the lookout he had been surprised but hadn't expected any trouble inside. What the hell was wrong with this guy turning this into such an epic drama? He didn't seem to like Hall much, which was fine 'cos Hall wasn't so keen on him at the moment either, whatever his dick felt. He didn't generally like most people much at all anyway and preferring your own company was a good trait for a hunter.

His 'guide' stopped at a junction and began looking around in an exasperated seeming fashion. Bloody typical. It looked like the ass-hole was lost so the chance of him actually getting them to Dmitrius was dropping by the second. Shit! He was getting nowhere with this and he had just about run out of patience with this dumb hide and seek shit. Hall leant against the wall, the blonde guy still holding onto his arm with an iron death-grip, and he took a deep breath. He threw his head back and bellowed at the top of his lungs “DMITRIUS!”

The effort sent another wave of nausea through him and spots of colour were dancing in his vision. Hall would have fallen to his knees if he hadn't been grabbed and smacked back up against the wall again. “Cly...” he gasped, trying to answer before the wave of rage hit him. His fury exploded and he snapped half-blind at the restraining hands managingto sink his teeth into something hard enough for a gush of hot, salt blood to pour into his mouth. Oh God but it tasted good... A euphoric strength seized him and there was suddenly nothing more in the world Hall wanted than to bite and tear and swallow...

[dmitrius]

Dmitrius growled softly as he rubbed at the healed wounds. A pair of the younger lycans, only turned for around a year or so, had lost it with each other. Despite still being weakened after his imprisonment and being so unsure of his rank, the werewolf had left his room, where he had been pacing, and pulled the pair apart.

Unfortunately, since he was no longer the beta of the pack Ares' presence was not enough to keep them from trying to tear a lump or two out of him as well. And now he was simply waiting for the fresh wounds to heal. Thanks to the fact that werewolf and vampire bites healed slower than other wounds and his weakened condition, Dmitrius sat against the wall, putting pressure on the bit in his fore arm, attempting to stem the flow of blood some.

It would be much easier if someone were here to help. Axelle's old blood had helped him once, in far more life threatening circumstances, why not this time?

Obviously because Axelle would be somewhere with Alexander, canoodling....Dmitrius growled again, pissed at the thought of having his lover stolen in his absence.

He sighed and stood, the bleeding was just about stopped now, and he felt alright about wandering the tunnels before returning to his room.

As he went further down in the UnderCity it was less likely that he would meet anyone, which meant that he jumped in surprise when he heard a wail from Axelle in the tunnel to his left, followed swiftly by a growl from an unknown male.

Turning down the tunnel Dmitrius followed the tunnel until he saw the crazed looking lycan biting into the artery on Axelle's arm. A growl grew to a roar as the muscled lycan charged forward, grabbing the savage mutt and slamming him against the wall, growling in his face, almost nose to nose.

"You keep your filthy paws off'a my mate, or i'll tear you limb from limb...."

[axelle]

Axelle had a hold of Hall and was looking up into his face angrily. He couldn't understand what he was doing. All he knew was what he wanted to do to this man. His head turned as he looked around at the tunnels trying to figure out which way to go when suddenly he felt the bite and the shock of it to his system was enough to get him to scream out as pain coursed through his body. He felt the pain so thoroughly that he couldn't react at all.

The man had bit him on the arm and the artery broke underneath the man's teeth and shock turned him cold. He never had expected to be bit like that. He tried to shove the man's head away but he was already weakening as the blood didn't stop coursing and he could only push some as he stared. "Ow! FUCK! Let me go! Fuck ow!" He kept saying and pushing then as the blood poured forth from himself. The man wouldn't quit biting him but then suddenly he heard a growl.

He stumbled back as Dmitrius flung the man against the wall and leaned against the wall by the man. "Yeah, tell him, Dmitrius!" But then he realized what had been said as he put his hand over his wound as if it would stop the flow of blood as it slid down his pale skin and dripped onto the ground. He was starting to feel strange. Almost like he were feeling dizzy. The blood continued to drip steadily as he leaned more heavily on the wall. "He bit me..." He whispered before growling at the man before looking at Dmitrius. Had he heard him correctly? Was he angry at the man for hurting him? "I feel sick..." He whined softly and shook his head trying to clear it.

"Who is he, Dmitrius? He attacked me!" Granted Axelle wasn't planning on being nice to the man but still.

[Hall]

The blood tasted so good, so sweet... It poured over his tongue and down his throat and Hall never wanted it to stop. The burning pain in his stomach was gone, the fever was gone, even his anger faded some as he lost himself in feeding and all that remained was the hunger. He barely even registered the blonde man's weak protests and struggles, so engrossed he was at biting and tearing at the source. He entirely failed to notice Dmitrius hurriedly approaching down the corridor.

A growling roar focused his awareness up from the wailing man as a second far more heavily muscled individual collided with him, knocking him away from the first and sending him crashing once again into a wall. Whilst Hall matched the newcomer in height he was considerably out-massed and getting very pissed off at being shoved about. The dark heavy set man was up in his face growling and Hall snarled defiantly back at him, Axelle's blood on his lips and teeth, and getting angrier and angrier.

There was a momentary flicker of recognition in his eyes as Axelle called out to Dmitrius and he almost turned to look at him, but with the bigger man still in his face Hall's piercing blue eyes remained locked on his brown ones. Hall's snarl rose suddenly in pitch becoming a feral and pain wracked scream as his body began the anguished process of tearing itself apart and reforming into the lycan he had become.

[dmitrius]

His breath came in hard, heavy pants, muscles tensed and lips pulled back to bear his teeth at the man. A look of panic took over for just a second before returning to anger. He had just called Axelle his mate. Wishful thinking. Then he had realised. It didn't matter, Axelle was still a pack member and this pup was still an intruder. Despite his long absence and not knowing many of the new members of his family, Hall didn't smell like one of them, and that made it obvious to the other lycan that he didn't belong.

Axelle was urging him on, and Dmitrius was already fighting the change in his angered state. Everything blurred and nothing but his own pounding heartbeat could be heard. Dmitrius shivered and shook for a moment, he was still silver-sick. Even with his illness, though, he saw himself able to beat a lowly lycan like this pup.

The muscled man stopped fighting and let go of the slightly built lycan as the change took over both of them. Thankful of his age, Dmitrius knew he would turn faster than the younger wolf, and he seemed to have completely forgotten about Axelle's prescence as he began to snarl and groan at the metamorphosis. His skeletal structure warped and stretched, his shoulders and hips realigning while his tail grew out behind him, his nose and mout elongated to formed his maw. Only his eyes really stayed. Despite getting larger and filling out more, they retained their deep, chocolate brown texture. Soon Ares stood, covered by a rather short covering of fur, in the same dark brown, almost black volour as his hair was in his human form. The fully formed lycan growled and turned to Hall, snapping at him.

[delsenoraamberly]

Delsenora rounded a corner at a full out sprint, her golden hair streaming behind her, as her long legs ate up the ground. Tremors of fear still racked her body violently as she crashed from one side of the tunnel to the other headless in her flight. She lost her footing and fell hard, her bodies momentum sliding her into a jagged bit of rock and busting open a gash on her nearly bare thigh.

It didn't slow her down any as she scrambled back up and kept running. Her flight adrenaline was still pumping through her system giving her already physically fit body more energy as she surged onward. She scrambled up a steep incline and slide down the other side still running from the flames that haunted her mind. Her hoodie was becoming soaked with perspiration as she ran on endlessly

Her reckless path brought her right into the middle of a fray between three males and only served to give her something else to fear as the primal smell of them reached her overwrought sense's. Her eyes widened even further as she took in the two huge fully shifted males. She stumbled and fell again before quickly taking off down a tunnel to the left of the males in her rush to escape them now as well as the imaginary flames that licked at her heels.

[axelle]

Axelle was staring at Dmitrius and the other man as he held the bloody wound and his eyes were strongly on them even as he whined like an animal wounded. He couldn't resist the pain that coursed through his veins. He couldn't believe the man had bit him! How dare that piece of shit bite him? His anger was coursing through him and then out of the corner of his eye he saw a shadow coming closer and he forced himself to stand up. This was between him and the man. Granted he had been cheering Dmitrius on but he was furious and confused. But the anger needed to be pushed down.

He tilted his head to one side popping his neck to take out some of the tension there and then to the other side even as he held the would. A song slid through his head and he tried to calm the need to let his own beast slide out and force the two men down. Who do you need? Who do you love? When you come undone? His blood dripped on the floor as he stared at the two men and he went to charge at the two wolves even as he saw the woman running around the corner and moving faster. Even with his anger he knew that they would probably attack and he was giving the woman a chance to get a bit of distance.

Oh hell he hurt and the pain hurt more even as he tried to grab at the two and looked up at Dmitrius even as he pressed his body against him and wrapped his better arm about Dmitrius even though he was quite small in his human form compared to Dmitrius right now in Dmitrius' wolf form. He could feel the blood falling onto the ground and onto the other wolf male. He looked pleadingly at Dmitrius. The woman sure had a hell of timing. "Dmitrius!" He spoke out hoping that Dmitrius understood. Axelle had become pack and intended to keep them safe as well. He knew that he was going to feel worse if the other wolf got on him and was hoping Dmitrius wouldn't let that happen too much.

[Hall]

Hall writhed and screamed, the change did not come easily to him and he was entirely unprepared for it. His limbs lengthened and twisted and he screamed again as he fell to his hands and knees, unable to stand as the joints and bones snapped and popped as they warped into their new forms. His screams devolved into hoarse snarls as the change did its work across his body, creating bulk where there had been none before and covering him in deceptively soft looking thick dark fur. His eyes paled to the colour of ice and his ragged clothing disintegrated as he dragged his lycan body back to its feet with a furious roar.

His muzzled head snapped around as the heady scent of female, blood and terror suddenly invaded the corridor and he roared again as he tried to move after her irresistible fleeting form. But the blonde man had taken advantage of the moment to rush him and seemed to be grappling both him and the other male. Hall didn't like the proximity of the other male who snapped and snarled at him. The space was feeling too crowded, he needed to get out. He was torn for a moment, the man was close and wounded and the temptation to bite again was strong, but the woman...

Hall slashed a clawed hand at the blonde man, he wanted him gone, he wanted away from here, he wanted... his attention slipped back to the scent trail the woman left, hanging in the air behind her like an invitation...

[marcoscorleone]

Marcos finally caught her scent again, and ran after her. His dark skin, sleek with a small sheet of sweat. He felt bad for not knowing her fear of fire, but part of him was glad, he wasn't the only one. He muscles flexed and his nostrils flared as he caught the scent of blood, and sweat. It was either a fight and violent sex. He ran faster, thinking it was Dels in trouble. He soon came to the view of two transformed lycans and Axelle.

He knew one lycan that was transformed, but not the other.He paused and tilted his head to the side, curious of what was happening. He felt the pull of wanting to join the fight, his muscles flex and then tensed. He narrowed his eyes, before watching the new lycan closely. He growled at him, he was watching where Dels. scent disappeared. He didn't need another male, chasing after her. Dels was his to protect, to keep unwanted males away.

He ran toward the scent of Dels, and growled at Hall. "Mine." he said. His inner beast demanded to be let loose, to join the fight, help his pack members. But he wanted to make sure Dels was alright. He stared at Hall, hard before turning and running down the tunnel. "Dels! Come here!" He shouted, he forced his legs to move faster.

[Lukias Aman]

Lukias was used to his pack getting into confrontations. They were a lusty bunch and highly volatile. Usually the fray would break out then die down quickly, but he had been listening to this shit for over an hour while trying to take a nap, which his second had suggested, he was fairly certain he even heard his second in the fight. He growled and got off his old army cot and stood up. His pants were too loose and his shirt was too tight but it was what he had to work with today. He looked around his den and was irked even more by the reminder that he had lost two mates in the last 2 years. Lukias was now officially in a really bad mood.

Lukias stormed out of his lonely den and stormed across the common area toward the tunnel that leads to the sleeping rooms. There he saw something that caused him to transform immediately and let out a howl of indignation. Who was this lycan that he did not know and why was he attacking his alpha and his alpha’s mate, as far as he knew, this place was a mad house. He dove at the new comer and with one swift swing of his massive paw, shoved the man away, causing him to slide down the hall. He turned and growled a warning into Dmitrius face, huffed at Axelle as if to tell him to deal with it or someone was REALLY going to get hurt.

He turned as stared at Hall with all the intensity of a pack leader who meant business. The look was ‘submit or die’. He growled menacingly and lunged for him but stopped short and snarled. This lycan would only get the benefit of the doubt for a moment more before Lukias had him expelled from his den. He roared at the newborn lycan, for the scent of his newness was the only thing keeping him alive now. The roar was a warning to stand down immediately.

He also heard that infuriating Marcos chasing Dels, he needed to fix this situation quick so he could defuse the other, god, how he could use a mate’s assistance at this point. Another reminder…he was really getting more and more pissed.

[Hall]

Hall's swipe at the blonde man never connected...

Yet another figure had entered the fray... huge and imposing and moving with terrifying speed, the monstrous alpha blurred down the corridor out of nowhere, sending Hall flying with a nonchalant sweep of his mighty paw. Hall was bowled down the corridor, not possessed of the pure mass and ferocity of the experienced lycan he recovered his feet slowly shaking his head and trying to bring the world back into focus. The huge and dominating lycan was snarling at the others before turning its baleful glare on him.

Some instinct, deep and unrecognised seized control of Hall's body as the mighty alpha lunged towards him. The blonde man was forgotten, the fleeing woman was forgotten.... life was in the balance and instinct was god. The alpha snarled and roared and the lycan in Hall recognised what the human could or would not. Hall submitted. He crouched low to the ground and whined, turning his head so as not to meet the alpha's challenging stare. His throat exposed, he whined again, abject before a true leader. Rational thought was beyond him but he knew when he was conquered.