[ My Sanity On The Funeral Pyre ] V. S. J.

[[ VIRGO ]]

New York City was a large establishment, home to thousands upon thousands of people – beings really, it housed werewolves and vampires as well as your average Joe human. Virgo was not one to tarry or muse on such trivial matters – what with all there was to do. Oh wait. No there was nothing to do. Perhaps that was why she was wandering the streets. Without much purpose or really without any sort of idea as to why she was out. She was restless, that sensation she got before something bad happened. It was that sensation that made her want to stay in bed all day.

And it stood to reason that it could very well prove to be a horrid day indeed. Then again it was nightfall now, she’d made it for most of the day – just walking, meandering really, if anything it could turn into a horrible night. A horrible night? Dark and evil and cruel that’s what nights were supposed to sound like. That’s what they were characterized as anyway. Nights were the big bad wolf. Oh wait. No that wasn’t right. Virgo was the big bad wolf tonight. She was living it up. Dressed casually in jeans, a pair of heels and a tank top she wasn’t exactly something that predators would see as a good subject.

Then again even on a bad day Virgo wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with. She was just strange enough to be off. Perhaps it was the family – perhaps her sisters were enough to push her off the deep end. Though of course they might have enjoyed that notion. Kooky as they were. Shaking her head, she took no heed of the darkening streets and crowd. She didn’t know what part of the city she was in. Just knew she was still in New York. That was enough right? Well it damn well should be.

Her dark hair appeared quite feathery in the sparse gusts of a ghostly breeze, something that many would find unsettling but Virgo dismissed as an old folksy type of horror – the bad things that happened these days? They had modern twists. Sinister breezes had lost their effectiveness long ago – nothing short of aliens was going to scare the young she-wolf who had watched so many horror movies it’d make your head spin. The slit-like eyes of the Asian allowed her to keep them wide even in the face of such gusts. She was peering around. For what? The cause of this restlessness. In essence, Virgo was chasing down the demon…at a walk.

Tags for Vicious, Sombra & Josef

[* Vicious Jett]

Today was a special day. Or rather, this night was a special night. Ah, the sweet poetics of it all. The chill of the night air, the bustling sounds of all the night life going around, and all the murmurings of...life...

Oh how she wished to just lap it all up like some ravenous dog. Preferably their blood.

But no, it would have to wait. As stated, tonight was a special night. Very special. Her personal war would be declared on this night. She would see to it.

Lifting up the mask to cover her face, the female slowly pulled the hood over her head and felt the leather of her gloves squeaking just slightly as she felt the grip on her dagger hilts tighten. Those wicked silver blades would see their share of crimson on this night.

Spying from a nearby building's fire escape, she kept her dark brown pools open for any activity. Her target frequented the streets at night, particularly this avenue. And the best part was that she did it by herself on a regular basis. For shame. Didn't her parents ever teach her just how dangerous these streets were in the dead of night? That anything could spring at a person not paying attention?

Oh, but the masked woman knew how wary her target was. Ever alert. The many experiments gone wrong with explosives made sure of that. The girl was even quick on her feet to boot. Perhaps this was why the dagger wielding female would enjoy this slaughter much more than usual. She loved challenging targets.

Her target rounded the corner. Perfect. She was taking the back alley. Even more fortuitous for the female. Leaping over the iron railing, she landed directly in front of the girl and smiled, even though she knew that her target would not be able to see it. So, to further emphasize her amusement to the situation, the masked woman tilted her head to the side. "Good evening, Virgo."

She slowly unsheathed her daggers, the sharp wicked edges of her blade glinting just slightly against the nearby street light. It flickered violently and soon it would fizzle out completely. "Are you ready to die?"

[[ VIRGO ]]

Some werewolves are less vigilant than others, mostly because they had lived a domesticated life where things were cut and dried just like humans, and others were as sharp as tacks – ready and waiting for what was coming their way. Virgo was probably somewhere in between. She was not a stranger to oddities but then she was no soldier either. She was not trained in combat really but dealt with hostility from a distance and with a fuse. Fleet on her feet, yes, from running in the opposite direction of explosives that were unstable and that she’d made a mistake on as far as calculation went.

Then again those had not occurred lately. She was an excellent bomb maker. Her bombs were so neat, like artwork – made absolutely unique each time and with the precision of a surgeon. She had some of the most steady hands imaginable. And for that reason her specialty had been chosen. Ivie had helped them choose specialties. Bombs had not been considered a blessing when her sister mentioned them. Why? Well think about it. Explosives can be a death sentence. More often than not they were. But they were no good in close quarters fighting. And it would seem tonight was going to be a night where experience in combat would have been helpful.

Virgo was hardly aware of the threat that had been introduced to the perimeters. She probably would have gone on walking, oblivious if this particular individual hadn’t made herself so painfully obvious. Right there. Smack dab in front of her leapt another wolf. An unfamiliar one whose tension was absolutely contagious. Even Virgo’s stance adjusted, her gaze distrustful and even hostile was lifted to meet the cold, calculative onslaught of this stranger. A brow lifted in a quirk as her name was introduced. So this she-wolf knew her. That was an interesting development.

Staring silently for a moment, a smirk twitched at her lips as her voice escaped in an equally animalistic growl. ”To die? Not just yet. Come back in fifty years.” It was stated in a matter of fact sort of way, an amused grin fashioning itself on the woman’s features. Perhaps she was just a bit off in the head as well. Perhaps that was a family trait. But the thing was, Virgo didn’t know this woman. Didn’t know that it was family that she was being confronted with. And didn’t know that this night would be…horrid.

[* Vicious Jett]

The girl had not been prepared for her arrival. That was good. She was unaware of her presence until the last moment. That was even better.

The female had studied the girl precariously, noting that her specialty was swiftness of foot and ranged combat. Bombs. How delicious. How beautifully...destructive. She would expect nothing less from the individual known as Virgo Kay.

After all...they were practically related.

”To die? Not just yet. Come back in fifty years.”

The woman chuckled, a slight muffle behind the mask as she twirled the blades in her hands. "Oh I think I've waited long enough. Twenty seven years too long." She leaned forward, letting her right leg slide back ever so slightly as the toes of her combat boots slid against the concrete that resembled the sound of angry growling. "Virgo...sweet Virgo..."

And without a single warning, the woman lunged forward in a flash, dodged to the right and flanked the she-wolf from behind. Jamming the dagger in her left hand just below Virgo's ribcage, she let her right hand slide ever so slowly around the female's neck. Her gloved finger gently held onto the ivory neck of the fiery female as the icy cold blade caressed her collar bone. Leaning in slightly as she heard the female's gasp of shock and pain, the smile behind the mask broadened. "I have a secret just for you. A parting gift before you go."

A pause and she couldn't help but chuckle. "I am...your big sister. The first..." She pushed the dagger in deeper, about an inch worth. "Kay sister..."

[[ VIRGO ]]

Of all things for Virgo to experience, death was not something she would have guessed. After all she was just out for an evening trudge about the citadel. Then again she had ventured out when she had that feeling – that familiar feeling in her gut that said something was about to go wrong. It was a useful sense to have as she was a bomb maker. If something was about to go wrong she could use all the extra time she could get. Enough time to flee the scene or kill it. One right cut could easily disarm them on occasion.

Nothing could have prepared her for what was about to happen. Nothing at all. No amount of counseling. Nothing. Now the woman was speaking, in that laughable cryptic “I’m scaring you aren’t I” voice. It was like an old horror flick and Virgo wanted to laugh. It was very much the same thing as when she had watched Jeepers Creepers. The pet names induced a dry laugh though it was of course very sarcastic. She was not truly amused. She was irritated. What the crap?! Frowning lazily all musing were suddenly cut short…

Pain. All she knew was pain. Her sibling’s speed was daunting – obviously she had caught her off guard. Virgo knew the blinding pain of a knife jammed in beneath her ribs and wrenching through the flesh, tissue and organs beneath. Her lungs too were punctured, and she coughed, gagging on her own blood as it began to fill her own mouth. She sputtered weakly, her gaze directed up to her sister in confusion as she stared at her long and hard. A fierce snarl escaped her gaping lips despite the bubbling blood that seeped out as well.

Her palms had fastened on her sibling’s wrist where her palm held the blade and she groaned mildly as the depth of its puncture was increased. Still, she made a grand effort of turning her skull around towards her sibling, and beginning to transform – the turn causing added bleeding and extreme agony. An anguish so strong that she did not complete the change but settled on a bit on her sibling’s shoulder in half form. A steady roar had built in Virgo’s flooding throat as she heaved in attempts to breath as she began to drown in her own blood. Her every thought was directed to the audacity of this…well..bitch. Who would doubtlessly be tracking down the rest of them.

That was her first stress. Her sisters. Virgo knew she was going to die. What was most important was doing as much damage as possible. She wanted something irreparable. Something that could be a thorn in this individual’s side for the rest of her life. Crunching down on the bone at her shoulder, one of her hands abandoned the wrist that held the dagger and her nails dug at her sister’s features almost frantically – searching for the eyes. At this point her nails were slightly harder because of the change and she was just digging at her sibling’s features. Plastic surgery is advised.

[* Vicious Jett]

The masked female was amused. How pitiful the woman looked, struggling at her side. She even had the nerve to try and transform. But it would be to no avail. The girl, Virgo, had sensed her end was coming. And it was. To fight back was only to escape the inevitable. Why couldn't she just accept her fate and die quietly? The woman thought she was giving her a fitting end, even so much as bestowing a gift upon her.

However, the moment she felt teeth clamping down on her shoulder, the smile fell behind the black concealment. Well that just wasn't nice. And here she was going grant her first kill a quick and painless death. But if she insisted on struggling, she would not allow such a blessing to occur. She would make the death as agonizing and as painful as she could dish out. But no dallying. There was much work to be done and this was only the opening act.

Lifting her head back just in time as Virgo's hand attempted to swipe her face, she could hear the material of her hood tearing apart and it fell quickly behind her head. Suddenly, waves of raven hair cascaded around her shoulder and though her blood was pumping into the mouth of this child and her heartbeat was thumping heavily where her shoulder was, her dark brown eyes narrowed viciously.

Releasing her hold on the girl, she yanked her arm free and pulled her gloved fist back, aiming to punch the girl square in the forehead to get her off of her. If that didn't work, tripping her up was always a nice option. She could feel her fangs elongating behind the mask. "Struggling will do you no good." Her eyes momentarily changed from brown to amber, the menacing slit in the pupil becoming quite evident as her own claws threatened to tear through the thick leather of her gloves. "Now die."

[*sombra delgadillo]

Josef Abad had left Ms. Delgadillo alone without anyone in the direct vicinity. She was still healing, mind you, but it was difficult not to want to flee the city. What with all the crowds and the noise and…the crowds and the noise. There was absolutely no diversity or excitement to be found in the city and it drove Sombra’s wolf insane – like a lion pacing in its cage as the circus moved around it. The problem with the circus was that it was predictable though. One could watch carefully and decide exactly what would happen next. And cities were easy – the uproar was just something meant to set the onlookers off the pace. But Sombra tuned out more often than not in an effort to maintain her sanity.

The day had gone by unceremoniously, she had lay low for the most part – not taking any notice of the passersby on the pathways that surrounded her little secluded crevice in Central Park. She had picked a distant corner which opened up to the “rough side” of the city. No one was coming in the forest after her. She was absolutely certain and that certainty fueled an onslaught of multiple naps. Why bother staying awake? There was no need to be awake at this point.

But by nightfall she’d driven herself to near psychosis due to the boredom of just sleeping. She’d turned to her human form and dressed before surfacing and could now be found wandering down streets, following stale scents thoughtlessly in an instinctive exercise. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular, more like satisfying her curiosities which boasted so prevalently in her subconscious. The wolf wanted to know what was up. Sombra was honestly apathetic. Why did she care about what they lead to? That’s right, she didn’t. In essence she was zoned out as she trailed after faint smells of wolves – only wolves, the human scents were so rank they were a thick obnoxious menagerie that she longed to avoid. The vampires…well that goes without saying.

As previously stated, Sombra was in her own world so when the scent of blood intermingled with the smell of wolf her senses honed. That was no stale scent. It was fresh…and it was alluring. It was like the snapping of attention that any guard would have as a target presented itself, a predatory fixation as her gaze centered on the end of the alley. Her steps quickened and her ears strained as voices met them – she was trying to make out the words. It hardly mattered though because as she rounded the corner the scene explained itself…or at least the subtext…As far as reading between the lines went she was screwed. As always.

A slender Asian was staggering backwards, from a blow obviously dealt by the she-wolf whose back was turned to her. A brow lifted skeptically, Sombra’s calculative gaze roaming the blood stained front of the one facing her. She was younger than her opponent, clearly losing, and her mouth was foaming with the crimson that hinted at a lung puncture. She wasn’t going to win this fight. At that point the Alpha’s cold gaze moved to the victor and with a snarl she announced herself. Though it was beyond her why she had the inclination to defend the loser she did. And the wolf could not be denied. Despite her injuries and the plain fact that she could very well lose as well, she squared her shoulders and tipped her skull. It was very near the equivalent of that beckoning finger – “Come and get it.” Sombra was an expert at instigating a fight. She was somewhat maddening in demeanor. And if one happened to have ice in their veins…well Sombra was the ember that meant it was time to wake up.

Wake up or back down.

Of course she didn’t wait. Within five seconds she was in lupine form, all brawn, slender and clearly seasoned in war. With the scars that tainted her immaculate visage, and the clipped ear…well she was no face of perfection. Her lips had curled, peeling away from the end of her snout to disclose two rows of incisors. Her strides were long and impatient – something of a trot as she approached, fur aloft and on end as her oculi blazed with the hostility of the scenario. It didn’t matter whether or not the victim was innocent – Sombra was on the war path.

[* Vicious Jett]

Blood. Sweet Blood.

There was no finer truth than the beautiful crimson liquid that was falling from that she-wolf's body. The body of her younger sister. It looked so entrancing on her skin and she saw that some of the blood was on her gloves. Slowly she lifted her index and middle finger to her face, sniffed the scent of Virgo Kay's beautiful blood before slipping them under her mask and pressing them to her lips. She kissed and licked them clean. The metallic taste caused a shudder to run up her back like a moment of sheer ecstasy. Hooded brown eyes gazed at the girl where her smile remained hidden behind the mask.

"Your blood is sweet, Dear Virgo," she said, the alto tone of her voice rumbling in her throat while spinning her daggers in her hands. One she held in a standard position, blade forward, while the other she held backwards, the dagger's tip pointing directly behind her. "It's too bad things have to end this way."

The girl was going to die soon. She was at that point and it would only take just one more strike before it was over. The older she-wolf would finally begin her painstakingly slow war against the rest of the family that did this to her. Casted her aside like some piece of worthelss garbage not worth mentioning. The look of fear and shock on Virgo's face was proof enough that she had not been mentioned at all in their circles. Not once.

Damn them all. She would slay them, one by one, and drink their blood clean off her blades.

She took a step forward, but stopped as a new scent filled her nostrils. Another wolf...another she-wolf. Stepping back and straightening up, she stood to her full height and turned her head slowly so that only the profile of her face was in view. Hair blowing about her face thanks to a sudden strong gust of wind, the scent of the other female who had stumbled on the scene attacked her nares even more. The newcomer snarled with a ferocity that would probably have turned even the most brave of humans as white as sheets, but not her. No. She was on a mission - a cause to eradicate an injustice that had not been claimed long ago. Nothing would stop her. Nothing. Not even this woman transforming into her full wolf form.

The masked female, the contract killer, narrowed her eyes as she watched the other female approach, fangs bared and ready to attack. She feared no sneak attack from Virgo, but she quickly flipped both daggers to that the ends of the hilts were pounting outward and the blades were perpendicular with her forearms. Chocolate brown hues flickered to amber, the wolfish slit in the pupil forming in the center. "This is a personal matter," she snarled, her alto voice reminiscent of a ravaging, crazed animal. "I plan on only taking one life tonight."

Would the wolfess listen to reason? Probably not. She'd stumbled on a situation that she had no earthly idea about. Already she was moving straight for her and preparing to attack. But it mattered not. Soon Virgo would die and she would leave the message that she intended for those other blasted sisters in that damned family. She would rip that circle apart...piece by piece.

And no one was going to stop her.

[*sombra delgadillo]

Okay, for starters Sombra was not the most sane person one could come across. It was clear from the way she approached life that she wasn’t all there but there was a difference between being just a little off and dangling by a thread over a canyon of flaming crayons. In the animal world it was generally referred to as rabies. It was becoming clearer all the time that this assassin was the flaming crayon type. Naturally this wasn’t daunting to Sombra, and whether that was because she was brave or stupid who knew. In fact, who cared? Sombra certainly didn’t. That was the thing about inescapable loneliness – it makes you just a little bit apathetic.

She didn’t care that she could die, or that she put herself in these kinds of compromising situations on a regular basis. Neither was she concerned when it came to the odds against her in a fight. She didn’t crunch numbers and she didn’t go into details. Was this some masked form of being suicidal? Well…that’s debatable. She honestly didn’t believe in suicide, and she’d saved herself from death on more than one occasion. So the probability of her wanting her own death was low…but not nonexistent. Believe it or not but the she-wolf had sad days like the rest of them.

She just didn’t spend them on a couch stuffing her face with chocolate ice cream and blubbering over a cliché movie. Delgadillo did what she had to. So where this stranger was concerned it really couldn’t matter much that she was insane…Okay, it did matter. But not in the sense of making Sombra think twice about taking this little stand for a dying girl she didn’t know. This was the beast within rearing its head in recognition – familiarity found in a creature so animalistic.

It was goading Sombra’s wolf, guiding her into battle. It wanted the challenge. In fact she was absolutely entranced with excitement now. There was nothing more invigorating than some good old fashioned adrenaline against an opponent who was certifiably insane. The only way it would have been more obvious that this Asian was positively bonkers was if she was foaming from the mouth and screaming proverbs about paperclips. That was neither here nor there because Sombra wasn’t a shrink, she was a fighter. A boxer who scrambled in every open fight she could possibly stomach without killing herself.

And when you put it like that her lifestyle seems a bit ludicrous but that was honestly the nature of the beast. A fighter, a brawler…someone who rattled the cages until someone broke and tried to take a bite out of her. If there was a more logical way for an animal such as herself to live she would hear of it. She coped with what she had become. The human, that is. As a human Sombra was sweet, as difficult as it was to believe, compassionate and loyal to the point of killing herself for another. The wolf directly combated all of these traits – it had compassion only for its own suffering, no sense of sweet and again, its loyalty was to one and one only – itself.

The wolf was the survivor, without emotion or agenda beyond its own dominance. Sombra was somewhat to resigned to its ownership over her. In fact she’d come to think that this was how it was genuinely supposed to be – the wolf was the controlling factor, it kept her alive and relatively healthy. As far as the constant fighting? That was both of their frustration with the world seeping through old wounds. But back to the task at hand I suppose.

The words that spilled out of her adversary’s lips induced a provocative snort, the sound of that psychotic tone enough to induce inexplicable hostility. The tone was all that really reached her. The words didn’t matter anymore – the Asian had taken that tone with her. In Sombra’s defense, when someone is already on the warpath, offending them in an effort to make them leave is a poor strategy. But clearly this stranger had no head for Risk. In response to her words concerning just who was dying this evening a low keening growl interjected – animosity boiling over at this point. Frankly the wolf’s gaze was not on the woman’s face anymore but on the blades, sizing them up thoughtfully before the attack.

Making a half crescent around her opponent, her skull dipped down though her fur stood on end, her body appearing quite sinister at this point as razor-like spines coated her vertebrae. In essence Sombra was saying Things rarely go according to plan. She didn’t care what the Asian’s plan had been. She simply saw an older being killing a younger, weaker soul and grinning idiotically about it. That was despicable in itself. Or maybe it was just the look on the woman’s face that annoyed her. Whatever the case was this fight was happening. Her circle had closed in slightly, enough to induce a lunge or two from the woman with her knives. She was feeling around now, calculating response time.

Snap! Sombra’s jaws clicked together and a low, gruff snarl came in a collective response to all she’d said. Frankly she’d never paused – it’s not really proven which part of Sombra was the bullheaded one… but that was definitely a trait to be added to the menagerie. Go figure.

[* Vicious Jett]

Her lip curled up in a sneer as her fangs elongated. So, the wolf was going to be stubborn? Most would think that it would have been madness to go head to head with a wolf when still in partial human form, but not to this female assassin. Her eyes glowed amber as they orbs narrowed. No. This female had come too far, studied too hard, and been through too many hardships to let some no good bag of fleas strut right in and try to stop her.

Vicious would not be stopped.

The wolfess was stubborn. She would not let this dog get in her way. But she had to admire the female's body. It was scarred and built, evidence of having faced many battles over the years. If the situation had presented itself a little differently, Vicious would have liked to speak to the girl and see what all they had in common - trade stories of training and the sights that they'd seen. They would have talked well into the night and enjoyed the tales until the sun rose for the next day.

Slowly the wound on her shoulder was starting to heal. The blood fell in a slow stream down her black leather jacket. Vicious could feel Virgo's life force diminishing - her blood intoxicating. It was a shame that the girl hadn't fully transformed. She would have loved to skin the pelt off of her younger sister and keep it. Hide from other werewolves were always a nice thing to have. After all, that's how she was able to keep herself below the radar of the Kay siblings. They were aware of others like them, but it was a different smell each time.

Perhaps she should have brought her little pet with her. Takeba was generally resourceful in times such as these, but decided against it. She had worn the girl out last night with their midnight romp and she would need rest. Takeba could join up on the next mission - her little bamboo leaf. Oh what a joy it would be to caress and nibble on that soft, apricot skin. It would have been useful for her to provoke Virgo to transform fully and skin her fur.

She glared her eyes behind her for a brief second. Vicious had nothing to fear from the Kay girl. Her ties to the earthly plain would soon be severed. Moving her dark brown eyes back to face the new female, she smirked and reached up with her hand to the edge of her mask. Pulling it down slowly, she ignored that there was a small smear of blood on the corner of her lips. Letting the mask rest around her neck, Vicious took a step back and prepped herself for an attack.

The she-wolf snapped her jaws shut, indicating her decision on the matter. She would not stand down. She would not back away. Vicious smirked, her brown eyes permanently changing to amber and her claws tore through the fingertips of the leather gloves on her hands. Slowly she closed her eyes. "Very well then. Since you won't stand down..." Leaning forward, Vicious lunged straight ahead, dipping her head low as her raven locks flew behind her in a rush from the wind, holding the dagger in her right hand up to protect her side in case the she-wolf aimed to strike with her fangs on one side. The left hand flipped the dagger blade to the front and she side-stepped, hoping to flank and strike wolf on its right side from the lower side. A menacing chuckle escaped her lips. "I'll just have to make you!"

[*sombra delgadillo]

There was not much that could turn Sombra away from a fight once she’d set her mind on seeing it through. In fact it was damn near impossible unless you were going to simply tap her in the shoulder with a couple slugs. But beyond that…yeah…bull in a china shop. A little fear probably would have done the she-wolf some good but that was neither here nor there. The opposition’s scent was filled with the carnal bouquet of blood, the fibrous smell bring back enough memories to induce a rage and if nothing else a fixation. Vicious had succeeded in making herself Sombra’s next target. Wouldn’t it be nice if that were actually hard?

The wolf would be much less predictable if she were less belligerent in nature, then again it made her a very reliable ally, and a worthy enemy. There was no denying the predator within her, no simply backing down and letting slander go untouched. That was simply an impossibility or wishful thinking on her adversary’s part. Speaking of adversaries, Sombra’s frigid stare remained absolutely fixated on her prey even as the younger, dying, she-wolf crumpled to the ground, her wheezing somewhat unsettling despite the fact that Sombra had done a bit of that herself in the not so distant past.

As she glanced back at her victim, Sombra took a step to the side – a silent, stealthy motion that would probably go unnoticed but it was just enough to throw off any depth perception that she may have measured. Guessing games were dangerous – acting without knowing numbers. Smirking lazily to herself, the immaculate she-wolf was observing as the mask was upheaved from its place on the Asian’s countenance, dark almond eyes now visibly searing her own cobalt stare. It was quite amusing when you thought about it…

Here Vicious was all in on a personal level, while Sombra was...well…just playing. This was all a game to her, it didn’t matter what wounds she sustained in her recklessness or even if she survived. This was life and life was messy. So what if she leapt into these situations rather than carefully avoiding them? Everyone was a little bit stupid in their own right, and Sombra was no exception to that rule, neither did she put herself above it in her own mind. The human Sombra may have even admitted to such habits but the wolf? No, the wolf was much too proud.

It had survived this far and therefore had nothing to apologize for or admit to. She had done it and that was all that mattered. In related acts of idiocy, her opponent had begun to move and the white wolf’s gaze was following the swift action with similar speed , the glint of the dagger against the Asian’s slender body enough to hint at its purpose while she focused mainly on the one heading in her direction but in reference to her new position the werewolf daintily hopped out of reach should the woman plan on keeping her balance.

Achieving an angle steep enough to actually puncture her would require her to bend at an awkward and much more vulnerable position – exposing her jugular and most of her face. That probably was an imprudent course of action. With a second thought, Sombra’s skull whipped around in an effort to place a harsh crunching bite on the woman’s wrist at the beginning of her forearm, her hindquarters planting as leverage should the attack prove successful – preparing to rear back and pull the woman abruptly forward and effectively jar her balance. There was a reason Sombra was so schooled in the art – she used experience while incorporating an experiment here and there. Playing with crazy was a new game.

[[ VIRGO ]]

Have you ever pondered the state one must be in to experience the twilight zone? Virgo could honestly say that she never had even considered that this was a probable way to view any scenario…but now it seemed that it was not only possible…but it was happening to her. The wound that her sibling had inflicted was seeping far more than her healing abilities could take on and she found herself stumbling backwards to the sound of Vicious’ cold voice ringing in her lobes. It all seemed like a bad dream, this entire situation. She was thoroughly convinced she would be woken up any moment by the sound of one of her sisters’ laughter.

But the awakening never came…but her sister’s laughter did. Vicious was chuckling about something, and speaking…but not to her. Virgo became vaguely aware of another’s presence, a female by the scent…and a hostile one. Perhaps she had come to join in Virgo’s torture? It was an interesting idea, she mused inwardly but at this point her thoughts were too scattered and her breathing too ragged to serve the train of thought much justice. It was taking all of her concentration to spit out mouthful after mouthful of blood in order to facilitate breathing.

Even so the exercise was proving futile – she could feel her body beginning to grow cold, and her limbs numb with the lack of oxygen filled blood. Her lungs were pumping frantically in an effort to get air to her brain, so was her heart…but that only aided in the filled of her body cavity with blood. Unfortunately no one had thought to install some sort of diagnostics system in the human body that could tell it when it was hurting itself more than helping. Stumbling to her knees, the sounds of snarls filled her ears but she could not lift her eyelids more than halfway. Even if she could have it would have been useless…

Her vision was albeit foggy, glazed over with fatigue as she began to fade. It was simple to her – she was dying. But had not gone down without fighting. She was simply not the one who was consulted as far as combat went. She was a bomb specialist for God’s sake! Wheezing with a groan, she slumped forward and heaved up a puddle of blood filled with the bubbles from her lungs, her supporting herself on her palms as she rocked weakly before rolling to lie on her side on the cold asphalt.

Lucky enough for her her body was cold enough to equal the chill she may have felt as it began to fail at supporting itself. She was beginning to feel the effects that the loss of blood was having on a larger scale, and could scarcely move her neck to stare now blindly in the direction of the two combatants – no longer interested in their intent. They didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was in three seconds, two breaths and one last gushing of blood Virgo Kay lay still. Dead.

[* Vicious Jett]

One would have guessed that Vicious's maneuver for a frontal assault would have been reckless. Those viewing the scene as a spectator and not entering her mind would have immediately assumed she was going to get her face crunched off by the female wolf she was currently attacking. In any other situation, the spectator would have been correct. But Vicious cared not about such minor details.

After all, she was a skilled contract killer for a reason. Nothing stopped her from getting her mark. Nothing.

As she swept back to attack the flank, she'd nearly predicted the white wolf's head to turn in rapid succession and when those jaws parted, Vicious's now amber hues zoomed in to see the saliva all but dripping from the ivory fangs of her opponent. A smirk still played on her face. Oh this was going to be wonderful. It was a shame that she didn't have enough time to tango with this female further.

Crunch.

Her brow barely twitched as she felt the fangs puncturing her left wrist, the pain receptors in her brain yelling for her to shout in agony. But to her, this was a blissful feeling. It let her know that she was alive and was going to continue living until her quest was complete. Nobody would keep her from doing what she needed to do or so help her she would die trying. But it was far too early for Vicious to die now. No. All the planning and all the future scheming. Not to mention she wished to savor the expressions of terror splaying over the rest of her siblings' faces. She'd be damned if some strange, arrogant white wolf strutted along and tried to "tell" her differently.

She let the white she-wolf get a good grip, let her taste her blood (perhaps it was a good thing that she had injected herself with vampire blood earlier that night before setting out) and remember it. Remember her scent. Tonight was the first night that Vicious didn't wear another werewolf's skin on her body under her clothes to throw off the smelling capabilities of both vampire and werewolf alike. Vicious wanted the first sibling on her list of kills to understand and fill her nares with her smell - something to take with her to the underworld.

With the white wolf gripping onto her left wrist, that meant she had no other means of attacking her with other than her front paws. She would either have to rip her arm off or stab her to get her off. But that was fine. No. She wouldn't kill this female. Anyone who blindly went into battle with such resolve, even when wounded, even Vicious had to admire the wolf that resided in their spirits. Hilt still extended in her right hand, she brought the end and hoped to smash the wolf right at the back of the head to get it to release the grip it had on her. Once freed, Vicious spun on her left leg and did a spinning round house kick to the wolf's jaw, sending it flying back on its side a couple of feet away. The wolf did not even whimper. Vicious's smirk broadened.

Waiting a couple of seconds, she stayed in a defensive position in case the female decided to wake up. Her left arm throbbed with the pain as the adrenaline rush started to subside with her breath easing up some. There was no movement. The wolfess was unconscious.

A mild thud reached Vicious's ears and she turned toward where Virgo had fallen. Smiling further still, she brought the blade of her dagger up to her lips and licked it clean. The taste of her sister's blood was sweet and delicate, but with a hint of a bitter after taste. Mmm. This brought about curiosity of what her other siblings would taste like. Kneeling down beside Virgo, she closed the girl's eyes, not caring that her pants were soaking with her blood. Vicious reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a scrap of paper, the blood on her gloves smearing the corners of the paper. She laid the paper across Virgo's exposed chest, placed the cold hand of the girl over the paper to keep it from blowing away, and stood up. Dusting her pants off, she looked over her shoulder at the fallen white wolf. I hope we get to meet again...when your health is at its peak.

And with a jump, Vicious landed on one of the dumpsters and scaled the remainder of the fire escape until she was able to get to the roof. Staring at the sky, a cool wind pushed against her back and blew her hair in every direction. Lifting her head completely ahead of her, Vicious let a ripping howl burst from her throat and then ran forward at full speed, jumping from roof to roof and basking in her victory for the night.

Down below where the note was tucked away safely under Virgo's cold, dead hand, the message that was left for the remaining Kay sisters read thus:

~ innocence & purity hath been stolen from thee
just as it was stolen from me ~