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[*Casimir Goetschl]

Pop... Pop... Pop... Pop...

The sound of the four repeating gun shots echoed through the London Street, the smoke visible from the heat of the tip of Casimir's weapon. His eyes watched as the shots smashed into the corner of the building just down the block, chips of brick and mortar flicking into the air with each impact. He could still hear the movement, the target that was just down the lane. "End this now. Come out with your damn hands raised and I promised you won't be harmed."

"HA!" A voice scoffed back. "You think some snot nose Federal Agent can actually bring me in? You have to resort to using a fucking gun cause you know I'm physically stronger."

Goetschl had to admit it. The man was right. Casimir was not the strongest wolf in the world. He was fairly knew but it did not mean he was stupid. The man had a dominating musk. It reminded Casimir of only three other Alpha's in strength; the loner Alphess, Sombra, of the United States. Katra of Paris, France. Then Josef Abad, the Alpha that had at one time ruled New York but was not in a place that caught the Bureau completely off guard. Why would any American want to be in India anyway? Still, he had not seen any of the three in months but it did not matter now. What mattered now was the man just ahead. "You're a fool if you refuse."

The curse of being a were was agonizing for Casimir, the shift still was slow and incredibly painful for him. Perhaps that was the psychological side effect of how his shift came about but the man could not argue with its benefits. Enhanced senses served him well. He could hear the man scoff at his warning.

"So be it." Goetschl lowered his weapon, stuck two fingers in his mouth and let out a harsh, irritating whistle. After he finished, he slouched behind a car, set the gun on his lap and waited.

He knew he heard them before his target. This over confident Wolf was about to get a wake up call in what wolves were naturally; packmates. It had been two, possibly three years, since his travels to Tel Aviv. The Tel Aviv pack had owed Goetschl from his days in the middle east and with this man, this target, he knew he would need help. A single phone call, a few forged passports and a reservation set up in a five star hotel in downtown London, ensured they came.

"Holy shit!" The man shouted, forcing a grin to form across Goetschl's lips. The sound of a half dozen wolves growling, snapping and barking at his man, then the sudden sound of the mans heavy boots trying to run off caused him to take a peek. The Tel Aviv pack would do the work, Goetschl would get the reward and everyone was win-win.

He was not a killer. He had taken a life in the past and it was something he never wanted to do again. He would let others do the work, let others do the fighting. He had no problem holding a pistol and taking shots but in a wolf on wolf fight, he was far from a dominate.

Holstering his pistol, the man came to a stand, watching two wolves who remained at the mouth of the alley while four continued their chase of the man down the street.

[Ali Ambrose]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] London was looking pretty bleak tonight. Even for a vampire that normally liked the gray cast streets and the constant fog that seemed to surround people and swallow them whole. London was never known to be a sunny place and most people seemed to think it was never sunny. On most days, it wasnt. It held an overcast glow to it that never seemed to go away and in the winter times, it seemed like the place was dead and cold. Gray tones and hues were the majority coloring for the place during the winter and at times, same for the summer. Especially at night when there wasnt anyone around to make the night colorful. Plus, if you ever watched a horror movie about vampires or werewolves or even Sweeney Todd, London was always portrayed as dark and never smiling. For the petite little vampire that was sitting on the edge of the top of one of the buildings in the city, dark and empty seemed to fit London perfectly for her. But then again, that could be because it fit her mood at the current point in time. Ali sat on the edge, her legs lightly banging against the side, and she watched the shadows play across the streets and the walls of the other buildings. Normally, she adored London and everything to do with it. The dark gloomy days, and the overcast shadows. But today, she wished she was somewhere else. Somewhere with a bit more life to it. More energy that she could feed off of and possibly gain some of her old self back. Because she didnt feel like herself. Not the plucky, bubbly, and pixie like Ali. And you really couldnt blame her for not being happy. Wouldnt you be a bit upset as well if one of your best friends had recently died? Closing her brown eyes, she let herself slide back to the memory of a few days ago when she had received the call. She had been at home with Vic, just laying on the couch with him running his fingers through her hair. The caller hadnt been anyone she knew. Just someone that had found Inora. Apparently when they had rifled through her things, her name had been the first one on the contact list and seeing as the rest of the contacts hadnt been specified as mom, dad, relatives of any sort, they had called her. The shock had been the first thing to set in. Inora dead? No it couldnt be true. It wasnt true. But when she went down to the morgue to identify the body, she had been crushed to see her blonde friend lying there dead. So utterly still and gone. After she had confirmed that, Ali herself had been put in charge of the funeral plans. Seeing as Ali and the rest of the group of friends was the only family, Nora had. Calling Rose and Nix had been torturous. The worst call of all though had been to Dominic. Nic who Inora had just married. Nic who loved Nora so dearly. It was going to crush them all. Out of all her friends, Ali had been closest to Nora. And now she was gone forever. Sure, at some point in time, Nora would have died since she was a werewolf and so therefore not immortal. But Ali had not been expecting it to happen so quickly, so suddenly. One minute she had her best friend, and in the next, she was burying her. The funeral had been short and small. Just the lovies and Nora's husband. And really, thats all that mattered. The ones who loved you were the only people you would ever need to stand over your grave. For the rest of eternity, she would be standing over Inora's grave, wondering why life was so cruel. The only peace of mind that she had about this whole thing was that now Nora didnt have to worry about this world. The world that was harsh and cruel and wouldnt stop to hold your hand. It would run you over in a heartbeat. Nora had been too gentle for this world. She had a childlike innocence to her that was too innocent. Its what got her hurt and what drove her into trouble. Now, she didnt have to worry. She could rest in peace in what ever after land there was for people once they died. For her sake, Ali hoped there was something out there other then space and stars. That there really was a god or at least an alesian fields. A resting place. But where ever she may be, Nora would be in a good place. A better place, she had to believe that. And she did. But it was still painful. Growling to herself, she wiped away a small tear that had slipped past her control and slid down her cheek. The tear was actually warm compared to her freezing skin and thats how she had felt it so suddenly. A long time ago, she had made a promise to herself that she wouldnt cry. Not unless she had to. When she had learned of Nora's death and had to watch them lower that coffin into the ground, she had broken her no crying rule and sobbed. She had sobbed for almost two days straight. Which was why she was a bit disappointed in herself right now. She needed to be strong and try and get over this. Move on a bit. Get to a point where she wasnt completely upset that it ruled over her everyday life. But thats exactly what she was at right now. She still wanted to curl up and cry. In fact, she hadnt been to work in a few days. She wondered if she still even had a job. A long time ago, she had used the analogy that her friends all were a piece of her heart. Vic, Rose, Nix and Nora. Four pieces and four people. When you ripped away one chunk of someones heart, it would bleed and it would definitely beat irregular. To her, it felt like that piece of her heart was missing, even though it was full and whole in her chest. It would take a while to heal. It would take a while to be okay again. Sighing softly to herself, she had been about to stand up and get down from the rooftop of the building when gun shots rang out. Looking over the edge, she spotted some people below. She was too high to really identify them, but she was curious as to what was going on. Using some of her vampire speed, she dashed down the stairs of the building to get to the alley way of where she had last seen the two men and the bunch of wolves. The wolves being in the city was a bit unnerving and she wondered if these pack of wolves were part of her sisters pack in Paris. They werent to far from France after all. And wolves tended to wander around when the territory wasnt claimed. As far as Ali knew, this city wasnt on any wolf packs territory list. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she raced outside and rounded around the corner, bumping straight into a tall man. She fell to the ground, landing on her butt with an oomph and she groaned softly, leaning back on her hands. The scent reached her that it was a werewolf standing in front of her, but there was also something else about the scent. With a start, she realized she recognized it. It was a tad distorted from the wolf scent, but it was the same scent she remembered from her friend. Looking up, she tilted her head and blinked in surprise. "Casimir?" She asked, even though just by looking at him she knew it was him. He had changed only slightly and she was amazed to see him here. What was he doing in London? What was he doing being a werewolf? The last time she had seen him, he had been human. Of course, the last time she had seen him, he had found out she was a vampire and had been thrown into the whole world of the supernatural. She had even heard that at one point he had gotten himself tangled up with Aubrey. For his sake, Ali hoped those rumors were not true. Getting to her feet, she kept her eyes on him, looking him over and also making sure he didnt try and hurt her. As well as those wolves down the alley. She didnt feel like bleeding tonight. "Its good to see you Casi....Its been a while." ----------------------------------------------- The count would be 1520 words, and I hope you enjoy. hehe. This will be interesting.

[*Casimir Goetschl]

"Son of a bitch." Casimir spat at the sight of Ali. He needed to go after his subject but his sudden outburst had caught the attention of the two wolves whom remained behind. If there was ever a time for Ali not to have run into Casimir, it was here and now and while they were in London. What the hell was she doing here anyway? 'Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap.' The man thought as he struggled to decide what to do. If he lashed out at Ali, in an attempt to appease the now fully focused wolves and cause them to turn heel and follow the others then his friend would knock him on his arse. If he were to try and be subtle and nice to Ali, then the two wolves would attack.

There were new Laws in London, laws that Casimir helped established and laws he needed to follow. The wolves were watching Casimir as much as they were the Vampress. "You and I need to talk." Casimir snorted while pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Start walking!" He commanded. He said it loud enough to put force behind his words but subtle enough to show hesitance. Lucky for him, the two wolves turned their attention away. Israeli Wolves were incredibly agitated wolves, easily angered and quick tempered. If they thought Casimir was pulling a fast one, they'd attack.

He needed their help. He was the only true London Wolf in the British Isles. Several other packs had moved in for a short time, helping him weed out the Vampire infestation caused by Aubrey Mayor. So far they succeeded and they had become known for eradication. Either Vampires left or the wolves ensured they were never seen again. Gripping Ali by the upper arm, Casimir began escorting her. "We need to get out of here. You walked in during a pack hunt. It's not safe for you to be in London." He paused as they walked, "Its a pleasure to see you by the way."

Ali had been a childhood friend to Casimir and even years later, the duo still came off as Brother and Sister in nature. They had been competative in school, been attached to the hip. Many wondered why the two had never gotten intimate and had not Ali vanished during high school, that might have happened. They might have become more than friends. However, none of the what could have been, mattered right now. His life had changed. Ali's life had changed. Unfortunately, things changed for the worst.

Casimir was at war with Vampires; most notably the remnants of Aubrey Mayors Coven. Kane & Abel had yet to be seen, presumed to have run off with Aubrey. Judge had vanished and all that were left were her disciples whom seemed lost without their all powerful leader. Unfortunately for them, their almighty leaders downfall had come at the hands... no... the paws of her one time Pet. Goetschl had turned into a nightmare for the Vampire kind. The hard thing was... he still had one Vampiric friend. This was were his loyalties would be tested.

How could he save Ali, protect her from other wolves without causing the other wolves to turn against him?

They made their way to his Ford Fusion, a 2006 Sunfire Red vehicle that was proving to be an absolute pain to maintain as of late. Opening the passenger side door, Casimir offered Ali the seat while he made his way around and to the drivers. Climbing in quickly, he started the engine and ripped out of the parking space. "What are you doing in London, Ali?"