"Think Golem from Lord of the rings, then add him to the cast of Jersey Shore." Chaos said. He looked at the staff for a moment. "I wonder what this thing does, I hope it's not as weird as that gu-" he didn't finish, as the staff shot a red orb into the air. As soon as it hit the roof, it exploded into a burst of red smoke. "I don't even wanna know until I use it on something I don't like." Chaos said, putting the staff on his back.

Salavin began stroking his chin thoughtfully. He had no beard, but he often did this while thinking. "The sewers are the most dangerous, and yet the most interesting places to be. Many wise, ancient, and horrible creatures of the night dwell below the cities of humans. It is best we leave. Who knows what else may lurk in these dark tunnels."

Drake walked among the dead. He was in an acient underground network of catacombs that long dead civilisations had used to bury their dead. The tunnels expanded about a mile down and a mile across, I every direction. The bodies where just bones and dust at the top of the network, so they gave him little power. The bottom though, was an all-you-can-eat-buffet. Bodies with slips of flesh and some organs intact.

Drake had set up his base at the very bottom, where the air was thick and stank of rotting flesh. He didn't need to sleep anymore. He didnt need to feed anymore. He didn't really need the air. All he needed was the wraith. The link with the after life fed him and rested him. It gave him fuel. Drake put his hands through the black and green fire on his head. It burnt cold. His pitch black, glowing green skin didn't feel the probably intense cold down in the catacombs.

Drake had set up three little lights. They where black but glowed green. Impossible but they worked. Frake wanted to practice his powers. He had knowledge but had never tried most of his potential. He grabbed a body from the indentations in the wall. It held together by the various tendons still attached. He wanted to start in the deep end. A resurrection. Drake sucked power from the seemingly endless supply the corpses provided. He expected to glow White like Luna had done. But it was different magic, so it worked differently. Instead, five tendrils of shadow restrained the body and held it upright. Drake spoke in ancient words. Anyone watching would understand the words Darkness, need and rise. Slowly, a ring of shadow lowered from the ceiling and stopped over the corpses head. The shadow circle pulsed downwards, across the body, healing it to the bare minimum it needed to work. Once that was done, the restraints flashed green, a little of Drake preference coming through.

The body burst into life.

Mable jumped slightly when Xander appeared out of nowhere. "Who? What?" She sighed and slapped her face when she realized who it was. "I'm fine, thanks for almost giving me a heart attack." She began to poke through her bag again. When she selected the correct plants she began to eat them. Almost immediately her ankle felt better, but her pride was a bit dented.

Xander smiled in the gloom. "Lets get out of here. I know a way back up through a manhole just a little ways further. You ran pretty far, we're nowhere near that hotel you were staying at. We're closer to my place, you should rest there."

Autumn sighed, "Well, I need you to direct me to a place where the Red Fangs and Black Blood's territory meet." She looked at him, "And the time has to be somewhere around dawn. I need the Black Bloods to attack me." She knew it sounded crazy, so she kept on. "If they do, they'll think I'm a human they can kill before sunrise. It's true that as a hyena I still happen to be at a disadvantage, but that's mostly at night." She looked at Salavin, "If I can just hold them off, the racket is likely to attract some Red Fang vampires to help me." She wasn't finished, "And, they are less likely to suspect me as a spy from the Blue Bloods."

Salavin smiled as they walked back to the entrance and said, "Well thought out. The Black Bloods have a territorial outpost in a small rundown house in the projects. One side of the street is Black Blood, and across the river is the uppity Red Fangs. They should see a fight between you and the Black Bloods. It doesn't take much, just make fun of them. They're a rabble of lowlifes, shouldn't be too difficult. As for you, Chaos, the Eclipses are always looking for new members. Just head to the north side of New York, or go to the north side of the Brooklyn Bridge. They usually have a man there keeping watch for anything on the other side of the river."

Autumn nodded, "Okay, projects, got it." She walked past Salavin and darted up the ladder. She needed to hurry. Sunrise would be soon, and she doubted the Black Bloods would fight during the day. Her plan was timed so that they would attack her, but the longer they fought, the weaker they'd become, because the sun would come up. She made sure she was at an advantage.
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Luna, not knowing where the wraith had gone, decided to follow Autumn. After all, the girl seemed to hold a personal grudge on him. She darted as a shadow, materialized across from Drake, gave him a single nod, before going up the ladder like a serpent. This took little time. Although shades could not teleport like a wraith, they could move unbelievably fast. Some might even say faster than a vampire. However, even though the sun could burn them, vampires were capable of withstanding an amazing amount of light. Luna would watch the Black Bloods fight. She could hide in a shadow or something.

Mable backed away from Xander. "Now why on earth would I want to go with you? And step in YOUR house?" She got ready to use a spell if nessary. "I only meet you like...a few hours ago! And your a vampire for goodness sake!" She turned away. "So please leave me alone."

The living corpse screamed and gripped it's head again. It was crying and screaming and shaking. Drake whipped it with a tendril of shadows. The whip went up across it's face, smashing it's skull. It screamed and fell like a rag doll. Drake was tired of it's pain now. Whipping it, throwing it against the Walls, sucking back it's life, all these where getting boring now. Maybe fear would be more fun. Different fear to that he used on the girl. That fear was unrefined, fleeting. Drake screamed. An inhuman shreik of dark magic. The corpse stopped crying and backed into a corner. It's fear was felt at that distance. The corpse started to scratch itself. Scratch it's ears, trying to escape the shreik. It pressed it's eyes tight. The thing begged, begged for Drake to stop. It begged in vain. Drake intensified the shreik and the corpse started to scratch itself harder. It scratched off it's own flesh, it's bones, it's whole body.
"Please! Kill me!! Kill me!! End it!!" the creature cried. Drakes pet corpse was so scared. Scared of him. Then, suddenly, it pulled off it's head. Drake let the creature die. He had a good supply of bodies. Then I occured to him. An army. An army of corpses at his fingertips. Let the girl fight that!

"I'm climbing up to the surface." Chaos said to Salavin. "This place smells horrible, and the smell is starting to hurt my noes. Seeya around." he said, then went to the nearest manhole to climb up. As soon as he got out, he took a deep breath, and puffed it out. "Ah... fresh air..." He smiled, but it was short lived as a car smashed into him. He didn't meet the vehicle head on, but instead hit the hood, and rolled off it, onto the windshield, and onto the roof where he fell off. He couldn't blame the driver, after all, he just popped out of a manhole. "Ohhh hoho..." Chaos groaned, and pushed himself up. The driver was just coming out of the car to see if he was okay.

Mable made sure Xander wasn't paying attention and began to run towards were he said there was a manhole. She quickly climbed out of the manhole. She only stopped to take a deep breath of fresh air before running towards the part of town where she was hit by the car.

Xander followed her closely. The sun was coming up and he needed blood fast, lest he become ravenous. That was one downfall to being a vampire, without a daily supply of blood a vampire becomes animal like, craving anyone it can find. It was this girl or nothing.

"Wait! I'm sorry for sounding abrupt!" He was running after her. "I know you're a witch, and I'm a vampire, but can't we talk for a bit? I need to be satiated." He was pleading.

Drake felt his resurector. She was scared. Threatened. Drake looked at the beginnings of his army. Two dozen ruined bodies, the very strongest in the catacombs. He had time to continue later. First, he needed to help the witch. Drake dematerialised and appeared between Mable and the vampire.
"Youre not getting her tonight, vampire."

Luna sensed an unusual amount of fear. "Fear somewhere. Not normal. Normal fear is gradual. This fear is abrupt." She was sure it was the wraith, but something kept her around Autumn. Probably because she didn't need to feed for a certain amount of time. She wanted to see some more fighting without death involved. Normal vampires would be more entertaining, even if she was dodging sunlight.
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Autumn soon arrived at the place Salavin had described between Black Blood and Red Fang territory. Now all she needed to do was get attacked. She walked along near the edge of a dark alley, pretending to be lost. "Hello? I'm lost! Can I get some directions or something?" She called. By being lost, she looked weak, a prefect human victim. Soon a man arrived. He was incredibly pale. "Can I help you miss...?" He was looking for a name. "Autumn, sir. Oh, man, thank you! I was wondering, where is 4th Avenue?" She asked, but suddenly found herself being backed into the alley. She laughed inside. They were playing into her hands. Just like she had wanted them to. "I'm sorry, little lady, but you won't be reaching your destination today." He said, before lunging. But Autumn was ready. She was already in hyena form and had jumped out of the way, leaving the Black Blood to tumble into a pile of trash cans. "Nice try, vampire. I'm not going to be your next meal today." She growled, before leaping at him, teeth bared. Hyena laughs echoed around with the sounds of battle. But that was her intent. She needed the Red Fangs to come.