"Um...I suppose." Reks agreed, and grabbed a seat and looked around the room randomly.

He dashed through the bar and ran out into the street out front, dialing in a number again.

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Vladimir and Zach came down the stairs and into the bar, Zach leaning heavily upon his younger brother and blinking against the bright lights.

"Man, Ah wish Ah wasn't so taken ta drinkin'." Zach muttered, rubbing a hand across his watery eyes, in an attempt to clear his vision.

Vladimir laughed, "You'll be fine after I get you one of my remedies."

They went down the hallway and into the room where Val and Reks were. Zach blanched, his face a picture of shock and confusion. He had never seen his older cousin in such a state.

"Wha' the 'ell 'appened?" He whispered the question falling to his knees next to the couch where Val lay prone.

Vladimir's jaw clenched, "Eva. That's what happened."

"Dammit!" Zach looked upon the prostrate form of his cousin, an emotion akin to fear lighting up his blue eyes. He glanced back up at his brother, "Do we know if she foun' ou' anythin'?"

Vladimir shook his head, "According to Aleister, who was the only one who saw what happened, Val was only able to get one word out before he blacked out. Eva. That's all he said, just her name."

Zach hit his fist on the hardwood floor, feelings of guilt and rage roaring inside him. "Ah could 'ave done somethin'!" His voice shook, "If Ah 'ad only been there, Ah could 'ave done somethin' ta preven' this!"

"Don't say that!" Vladimir's light blue eyes turned a darker shade, almost nearing black in their colour, "No one could have prevented this! It's Eva's fault. Hers alone. Don't stoop so low as to blame yourself for something that that ** caused."

Zach shifted into a sitting position on the floor, closing his eyes and leaning back on the couch. He let out a long, shaky sigh, whispering, "She's comin'. If she was able ta do this ta Val, she's sure as 'ell comin' 'ere."

Vladimir nodded, his eyes returning to their normal light blue colour, "I'm fully aware of the situation and I told Aleister to call up the rest of the Mortensens and knowing him, he'll probably call some of our other cousins, too."

Zach sighed again, "We'll jus' 'ave ta wai', then, won' we?"

"Aye, that's our only option left." His face suddenly brightened, "I'll be right back!" And he ran out of the room, leaving Zach in a dreadful silence.

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Aleister came back inside the bar, smiling grimly. He went straight back to the room where he had left Val and Reks and immediately plopped into an empty chair after he closed the door behind him.

"Ah'm 'appy ta see ye, brotha." He told Zach, "Tha other Mortensens are on their way an' Ah called the Constantines, too. Isaak will be more than willin' ta 'elp us ou' with Eva."

Zach merely nodded, "Tha's good."

((Man, I'm just posting tons here. This is great! At least, *I* think it is. =P y'all tell me if you think I should cut back on my posts....I really don't want to be an annoyance to y'all))

She raised her eyebrows, "What flavuhs do you have?" she asked, genuinely interested.

Just as she thought it'd be nice to have a strawberry bloodshake, if such a thing existed, the first signs of Val's seizure started. Bewildered, Jules watched as Aleister rushed to his brother's side.

"VAL!"

Val's eyes snapped open, flashing a stormy grey rather then being their normal icy blue colour. He gasped for air, grabbing Aleister's shoulder in a grip of iron, his eyes trying to convey something that his mouth couldn't utter. "Eva!" He managed to gasp out, before slipping into unconsciousness and falling back to the ground.

Jule's jaw slowly opened into a half-gasp, and her cigarette fell to the floor with a soft sizzle. Hurriedly she stamped it out, before turning with a glare to Trevor, "What the hell's goin on here?" she hissed as Val was carried out and the whole bar seemed to tense, "Thought you said this place was safe!"

Feet scurried up the steps, whispers were in the other room...Suddenly Zach stumbled downstairs.

"Zach! Hey!" Jules called, standing up. But he was gone into the next room before she could take two steps forward.

Annoyed, Jules didn't even wait for Trevor to get her a drink or to answer her questions. She marched straight for the room everyone seemed to be hiding in and made to open the door, "What's goin on here?" she demanded once again.

((We'll discuss what happens next on IM SP. Soon as we get the chance, we'll talk.))

"Ye know tha lass, brotha?" Aleister questioned Zach.

Zach nodded, "Aye, ye should have remembered her from earlier." He waved Jules over to where he sat on the floor, "Come over 'ere an' Ah'll explain i' all to ye."

After a moment of silence he looked over at her, "Ye donnae 'ave ta stay 'ere, if'n yer no' wantin' to. Ye can leave now if ye'd like, bu' ye'd best make up yer mind quickly. We donnae 'ave much time."

Resolutely she stood up, "Now, before things get screwy, where's the door?"

"There's two doors." Aleister spoke up, "Which one are ye wantin'?"

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Vladimir suddenly appeared and handed Zach a phial filled with a light-coloured liquid. "Here you are." He looked over at Jules, "Who are you and where are you going?"

"Hey I have some friends that could come and help if you need them!"

"Name's Julianne, mistuh, and I'm about to ditch your 'safe' alcove and get the hell back home. I'll take the back door," she added, turning to Aleister.

Zach smiled slightly at Jules, "Good luck, lass, Ah'm really sorry for draggin' ye inta all this, tha' Ah am."

Just as he finished speaking the entire Constantine family and the three other Mortensen brothers came rushing into the bar. Telling Caleb and Arturo to stay with the Constantines, Darrien ran to the back room where everyone else was.

"We're surrounded. There's four Weres in different positions around the building, we barely managed to get inside without them noticing us and I saw Bryce talking with one of them." Then he noticed Val. "Oh, God!" He dashed to his brother's side, "How long has he been like this?"

"Twen'y ta thir'y minutes." Aleister told Darrien, "No' any longer than tha'."

"Dammit!" Darrien looked around at the others, his eyes burning a deep sapphire, "Unless he's extremely lucky, he won't be waking up anytime soon. We had a cousin that Eva attacked in much the same way. She didn't wake up for several hours and even then, she was never quite herself afterwards."

The Vampiric cousins all fell completely silent, as the meaning of Darrien's news suddenly hit them.

Reks sat there for the majority of the conversings, then he piped up.

"Hey I have some friends that could come and help if you need them!"

Zach looked at Reks, as if noticing him for the first time, "Ah'm thinkin' tha' i' is a tad too la'e fer tha'. Who are ye anyway?"

She headed out into the front area and slumped into a bar seat, "Yo, gimme some red blood. As long as I'm in mortal danguh, I'm gonna enjoy it," she snapped at Trevor, who moodily handed over the drink.

((I'll post more here later))

-Shut it!- she shot back, severing the connection. She didn't need his sappy apologies and regrets at the moment. Draining her glass of blood, the vampiress tried to figure out the best way to avoid the upcoming action. Afterall, this wasn't her fight. Surely they'd understand that and leave her be...

Selene nodded and stepped out from behind the barricade, holding a white handkerchief. She walked up until she was about twenty-five feet away from the building and then stopped.

"I have a proposition for you." She called out to those inside the Bar.

Isaak Constantine looked through the boards that they had nailed in front of the window. "If it involves you bastards leaving us the hell alone then by all means we'll listen. But if it's just some damned terms of surrender, then get the hell outta here before I blow your f***ing head off you-"

"DAD!" Phoenix Constantine glared at his dad, "Watch the language! There's women present."

Isaak continued muttering obscenities under his breath, stepping away from the window and letting his son forward.

"What do you want?" Phoenix called out.

((Posting this in the Street, too))

Selene smiled, "We want four of you. If you come out willingly, we will spare the rest of your miserable lives."

"Fat chance!" Isaak yelled.

"We'd never give up four of our own!" Phoenix chimed in.

((posting this in the Street))

Selene's eyes blazed, "Fine then. You've sealed your fate."

"Like I f***ing care!" Isaak muttered.

Phoenix shook his head, "Dad!" He turned to the back of the Bar, "We need to go inform the others of what's going on."

((Okay, now I'll wait for other people to reply before I post more here))

"Oh, Reks Vondran, sir. At your service." he replied as he stood up and gave a slight bow.

Jules slowly lowered her drink, staring at the blocked windows, tension spreading like a wire net throughout her entire body.

"If it involves you bastards leaving us the hell alone then by all means we'll listen. But if it's just some damned terms of surrender, then get the hell outta here before I blow your f***ing head off you-"

"DAD!" Phoenix Constantine glared at his dad, "Watch the language! There's women present."

Jules's smirked, "Hell I don't mind," she said. No one had "watched their language" around her for loong time.

"We want four of you. If you come out willingly, we will spare the rest of your miserable lives."

"Fat chance!" Isaak yelled.

"We'd never give up four of our own!" Phoenix chimed in.

"Fine then. You've sealed your fate."

"Crap," Julianne muttered under her breath. They were dead meat.

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