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Valera rose to her feet swiftly and brushed the dirt from her trench coat, making sure that her blade was still fixed properly to her back. She heard the unmistakeable sound of a blade cutting through flesh and turned around to face whomever had killed the beast.

Her eyes were cold and dark, her lips a firm line across her face and her hands were now hidden within the depths of the pockets of her coat. It wasn't rare to find vampires killing their own kind, but it was rare for them to not know who she was - she made a habit of making herself known to each clan or coven.

"And someone like you should know that the dark is very much a suitable place for someone like me."

Her eyes quickly took in his form, making mental notes of his height, build, hair and eye colour and manner of dress. She would need to remember these in case he cropped up somewhere else.

"You must be new to the city. I am Valera. Valera Supal."

Roger had been tracking his fallen kin for days now, methodically plotting out its movements and feeding habits. It was out of mercy that he put these “ferals” down, but he also did it in an attempt to make his kind look better to others. Feral vampires had a nasty habit of ruining the reputation of their more sane kin after all.

The beast was leaping for him, which Roger had anticipated. He was moments away from gutting it with a silver knife when some mortal came out of nowhere and pushed him out of the way. With a snarl, the Oldblood rose to his feet.

“Are you insane, mortal? What do you think you’re doing!” Roger blurred passed the woman, bringing his blade into the feral vampire’s stomach before twisting it. A second later he severed the beast’s head from its shoulders.

“I highly suggest you leave, little girl…”Roger began as he wiped the blood away with the fallen creature’s own tattered clothing. “The dark is hardly any place for someone like you.”

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Valera gave a sigh and moved to meet the man who looked slightly confused. 

"You are in my office. Terra City's Head of the Supernatural department."

She looked him up and down. There wasn't much to note about him, apart from the fact that he had evidently no idea where he was despite the fact that her name and title were on the frosty glass of her office door.

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Going to sleep. (At last)

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Valera put a large dark cross over where he had pointed, and drew lines down both Graham and Dahl. She now had two possible routes to approach from and an area to secure. Although if these were indeed ferals, she needed to make sure she wasn't sending her men out into an ambush. No - she needed to scout ahead herself first.

"It almost full moon, none of them have fully changed yet - or at least from what you're telling me they haven't - and they're boosting their numbers..." Valera took a minute to think. Her eyes were trained on the big black cross on the map. "There hasn't been any correlation between the full moon and the change from vampire to feral so I do not understand what they're doing..." 

She then looked back up at Remus. 

"We'll need to do some more field research."

Taking a minute to took at the map, Lupin eventually pointed out where he believed to be the area.

“There. In the woodsy area between Graham and Dahl Street. I’m positive that that’s where they are.” He was sure about this, but he began to feel a sense of encroaching doubt. Not towards the location, no. But towards himself. His inner conflict. The rising moon. Those things that were always on his mind, hindering him emotionally and mentally. He never showed it to anyone; he didn’t dare to—but the thoughts were tugging on his mind. Creatures of the night…

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[the mum;s in a weird yellow bag and just doing some crazy shit on the floor and now she looks like those rubber chickens you get in joke shops.]

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[and now this kid is going to sleep in the ground in her parent's garden... what the fuck.]

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[watching this random movie on film4 where this guy is talking to the moon, and the moon is talking back... and i'm not sure if he's high or what.]

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SOCIALLY AWKWARD IS NOT TRIPPING OVER YOUR OWN FEET AND THEN GIGGLING AND SAYING “OH I’M SO AWKWARD.” SOCIALLY AWKWARD IS NOT BEING CAPABLE OF SPEAKING TO OTHERS, BECAUSE YOU ARE OVERWHELMED BY THE FEAR OF BEING JUDGED FOR EVERYTHING THAT YOU DO. EDUCATE YOURSELVES.

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[Would be hypocritical if I didn't.]

Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who's suicidal or depressed.

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Reside in a building near campus. Territorial. Red Glow. Sharp Claws. Recruiting.

Her face drew into a grim expression. These facts pointed to only one conclusion - these vampires were turning feral and they were recruiting more. She pushed the leather-bound book away from her and reached behind her to grab a map.

"This is more serious than I first thought." She focused on the outskirts of the city and circled the area where the campus was situated. "This is the radius we're dealing with..." To her side was a desktop computer. She wiggled the mouse and proceeded to bring up a more detailed map of that area. She then printed off two copies and places them bellow the larger map. "Where exactly on here is the building you saw them in? If we're dealing with what I think we're dealing with, they'll have territory around and a nest somewhere within that building, or below it."

The reaction of the students were very strange. Usually it took months for the students to have the sensitivity. Come to think of it, she had never heard of Feral's recruiting at all. This was becoming more and more interesting by the minute.

“The vampires…” He paused. “Well, I’ve only been able to witness them from afar, particularly up in another building. They wonder around outside late at night, looking for victims. They rarely head into the city, and mostly stay within their boundaries. They can be told apart from humans at night by the red glow they have in their eyes, and their sharp claws. I myself have never witnessed an actual attack—I’ve only ever seen the aftermath of a few.”

“And, as of recent, three of the students on campus have been recorded to be disappearing at night, and returning in the morning, sleepy and pale. Not just the common idea of a student staying up late at all. They are deathly pale, and very unresponsive. They hated the bright lights, other teachers said, and asked to close all the curtains.” Lupin crossed his arms, feeling a bit unnerved. “Tomorrow night’s the full moon…When it becomes brighter…Makes for easier targets…”

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12!

She was a very quiet child. This was during her transition from home schooling to going to a private training college - and during this year of her life she had to learn to become independent and not rely on her mother has much as she did. This was also when her father took over as the more dominant parent. It was difficult to adjust, and she was very emotionally unstable - which was advantageous when it came to her self-defence classes.

Apart from these she was a kind and caring girl, always offering to help around the house and later on she would offer to help her fellow pupils with written homeworks.

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Put a number in my inbox and I'll write what my character was like at that age.

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Peculiar was nothing new to her, after all she had to deal with vampires on a daily basis - peculiar was now the norm. The sight of the scar on his face made her subconsciously touch the deep scar on her right arm. She nodded in response to his name and made a mental note to remember it. Valera then reached for a drawer down by her side and pulled out a leather-bound book with a pen.

"Very well, Remus Lupin..."

As she spoke she flipped open the book and proceeded to write down his name in her small, but elegant handwriting.

"Tell me everything you know about these vampires, down to the last detail - We'll need to cover all the bases so that we have a good idea where to start."

If anything, this man was a little peculiar. His occupations didn’t seem to match up, let alone make sense. How he had time for both was unknown to Valera, but he did look tired, and worn out. Almost sickly. Not to mention, that deep scars on his face…Not many had long, trailing face scars.

Quickly, he put his badge away in his pocket and approached her desk.

“My name is Remus Lupin,” he nodded in response. “Pleased to meet you, as well, Miss Valera.”