As her fear subsided, anger soon coursed through her. She had recognized that feral scream as her father, and it pissed her off. When she was sure Edward wasn’t looking, she snuck into the ballroom and looked around. She saw the dagger that had stabbed her father, as well as all the demons surrounding her family. With a growl, she whipped around to find Lillian. Surely she would save them? Finally her eyes fell on her grandmother fighting the werewolves. Looking around the battle, her hands shook with rage as she felt helpless to help. As she struggled with what to do, she saw Levi carrying the human girl. There was an angelic aura surrounding Phoebe that she had not recognized when the human was dancing before. Her eyes narrowed and turned their deathly black as she began to stalk towards them. No one deserved the happy ending an angel met if she could not have it herself. Slinking through the shadows, she watched them get into the carriage. Climbing on top of the carriage, she laughed a quiet cruel smile as the carriage started for The Bianchi Manor.(Thread Change)
From outside there was humans and demon kind fleeing in droves, the roads were choked with carriages and onlookers. The simple folk had come out of their homes, dressed in their nightgowns and coats, holding up lanterns towards the ballroom hall, that was the center point for the massacre. Trying to fight their way through the congestion was the Doctor and the Detective, that had both figured out that the ball was a ruse. Jumping out of a black carriage, the pair stood in awe, horrified by the screams and flashes of light and blasts of lightning that was coming from the dark clouds that hung over the exhibition hall. The rain was falling harder than ever, which made the scene all the more chaotic.
“MY SON IS IN THERE!” Johnathon cried, his eyes wide and the look on his face was frantic. The Detective reached for the Doctor’s hand, and tried to hold him back. “You don’t know that. He could have taken Phoebe out of there the moment the attacks started.” Johnathon reefed his arm free and shouted at him “I’ve already lost my wife….I am not about to lose my son!” Before Reginald could stop him, the Doctor started to run towards the entrance of the ballroom, past the bloody and battered demons that were emerging.
The Detective growled and then chased after Johnathon screaming out. “You’ll get yourself killed!” As he ran, he withdrew his revolver, ready to shoot anything that tried to attack.
Lillian had stood lax, not expecting the wolf to make such a swipe. Whilst she managed to catch his face with her nails, his large paw came at her from the right, so fast that she didn’t see it coming until the last second. His claws were outstretched and long. Black as night and glinting in the candle light. Lillians eyes widened, whilst it would not hurt her much…it would mar her vessel…and there was only so much damage mortals could take. Lillian swirled in a flurry of white fur and black silk. She brought her hand up quickly, catching his wrist and although it was not enough to stop the attack…it gave her enough time to twist her head to the side.
The paw connected with the side of her head. Lillian lost her footing and was sent clattering to the floor a few feet away. She rolled and ended up flat on her back. Groaning she stared up at the ceiling and became acutely aware that the side of her head was throbbing. Lifting her hand quickly she patted at the side of her head, her hand came away clean of any blood…but it still hurt enough to keep her horizontal on the ground for a moment.
It was clear that the beast was not a bog standard wolf like she believed….but something different, something better. That had Lillian all the more intrigued. Lifting herself up into a sitting position, she glanced over her shoulder with smirk. Clambering to her feet Lillian brushed of the front of her gown and cracked her neck. Rubbing the side of her head again she grinned “Very good pup…” she drawled, tilting her head to the side. Although she stood tall and straight, there was something sneaky and snake like in the way that Lilian began to advance toward the wolf. She made no move to attack again, but simply watched. Her eyes burned amber, whilst another slow smirk spread across her lips.
A flash of lightning flew at Edward, and the light blinded all to his form. When it retracted, he was not in it’s place, but instead, standing directly in front of the Wolf. His eyes a bright blue, his body sparking wildly with the power he’d just taken in. A second later, Edwards hands were held out before him, mere inches from the Wolf’s chest and a smirk playing at his lips. Without a milisecond of time after the movement, a bright blue flash of energy came forth from his hands, aimed at the chest of the Wolf. It was not the most powerful strike he could offer, but it would still sting like a bitch, and on top of that, likely throw the affected a few feet on his ass.
(Not at this level of course, but still a pretty good idea)
Bringing down its muzzle to stare at Edward with blood shot eyes. there would be no warning, no second chances. Lillian had been put in her place, in a manner of speaking, and now the blood doll was about to suffer the werewolf’s wrath.
Powering off on his two muscular hind legs, he launched himself at the blood doll at astonishing speed, his massive jaws opening, and it burrowed down to bite into Edward’s neck, while its large clawed paws tried to press into his chest and force the blood doll to the ground. The savagery of the beast was set to unleash, as he had no intention of showing mercy against this foolish bipedal. His elongated fangs about to descend into Edward’s flesh, and taste for himself the blood of the doll.
As the teeth bore into Edwards neck, and the blood poured from the wound, he could not only feel the teeth, but the injection of venom as it spread through his veins with a burning heat that felt as though he’d jumped into a pit of flame. He tried to scream, yet his throat was closed off by the wolf’s massive jaws, and all that escaped his mouth was a soft, exasperated breath. He squirmed wildly, his arms tearing at his skin as it burned, not sure where to scratch as the venom hit his heart and brain, then spread it’s way to the rest of him. That’s when the light of the moon hit his eyes, and they immediately changed. Bright Red in color, and wide as ever, his exasperated breath became screams of pain and horror as slowly, yet surely, he began to change once the venom had done it’s job. The reason it moved so fast, was because of the heightened form Edward was in thanks to the absorption of the energy transfer from the lightning to his body. His heart beat at speeds almost four times faster than any other human and this spread the venom through his blood at an extraordinary rate. First came the eyes, then the fangs, which grew to incredible lengths. then his entire bone structure began to morph, growing and breaking painfully as it took on it’s new form.
Amos threw the blade in his right hand to his right, decapitating a demon yet again. Bodies lay at his feet, and yet most of the blood that was falling was his own. Mainly from the encounter he had with a werewolf only a few seconds ago. His eyes found Edward again as his pant’s legs tore, and Amos saw the change he was undergoing. “No…” Amos roared loudly, and turned to his family, including Zeke, and upon realizing Elvira and Bart were not at his side yet, he began to search the crowd frantically, for his daughter first, and son second. It didn’t take him long to find the dark locks of his daughter’s head. “ELVIRA!” he roared as a demon had launched himself into the air, and thrown a dagger at his daughter. With a single flap of his wings, leaving his wife and Zeke, he was in the path of the dagger, which flew successfully into his right bicep. He fell to the floor, rolled, and threw one of his Warglaives through the air, effectively boomeranging it through the Demon’s body and back to him. when he caught it, he followed it’s path and used the momentum to cleave through a werewolf’s neck. As the unholy beasts attacked he and his daughter, he did his best to fend them off, though, the toll his wounds were taking on him was all too evident.
Barawk acknowledged the scream from Amos as he slammed his hammer into the ground. Demons and werewolves in the immediate area were blasted back by a shock wave of energy. After Amos had left, Barawk spread his wings and with a speed almost uncatcheable, he fled through the doors that Edward had once left open, heading home to check on Levi.
(Thread Change for Barawk[Bianchi’s])
“OH MY GOD! Reginald cried, his revolver still drawn, while the doctor whipped out a blade that was concealed in his cane. What got their attention however, was the largest of the werewolves, who was practically feasting upon a man that was upon the ground, writhing in agony. Reginald though this person (Edward) was human, and he aimed his revolver at the werewolf and fired off two shots in quick succession. His marks hit true, striking the werewolf’s side. Angered, the werewolf lifted his head, and roared with blooded fangs dripping, as he spotted the one that just discharged a gun into him. The bullets sadly, were not made of silver, so they had very little effect upon the werewolf. But what happened next…did.
Amos in his race to save his family and himself from the blood bath, summoned all to his arms, and then in a burst of flame that was as intensive as a volcanic explosion, the Family Roxburg evaporated from sight, most likely to return to Roxburg manor. The fire engulfed many demons and werewolves alike, and threw Johnathon and Reginald off their feet. The lead Alpha Werewolf decided this was the moment to flee. He howled loudly to the remaining werewolves, and then they all started a dash for the exits….and freedom.
He was in the center of the room, her mother at his side. There was a rapidly growing pile of dead and decaying demons at their feet as they continuously protected one another’s backs.
She growled when she spotted her sister slinking out of the hall like a thief in the night, not even looking to see where her lover was.
A cry of pain and fear caught her attention and she turned back to see a large black wolf attacking and biting Edward. She gaped. That was the last thing she expected to happen and she wanted to laugh. Oh dear, sister mine…you’re not going to want to be around him now. She mentally cackled.
So busy watching Edward’s change into his new form, she was unaware of the demon about to attack her from behind.
“ELVIRA!” she heard her father shout. She turned in time to see the knife coming at her and instinctively ducked. There was a cry of pain and rage from behind her as the threat to her life was eliminated. A moment later, her father was in front of her, having used his wings to bring himself to her side. “FATHER!” Elvira panted, exhaustion written in every line of her face. There was no time to relax as now the werewolves were starting to crowd them on all sides. Elvira hissed in anger. This night had been perfect and these beasts had to go and ruin it! She snarled as a tawny colored wolf tried to nip at her legs, earning some deep gashes to the face via Elvira’s talons for the effort.
There was an explosion of gunfire near the entrance to the hall and she looked over her shoulder to see that detective friend of Lord Bianchi firing his weapon at the large alpha wolf, who snarled in fury. It was then her father grabbed her about the waist and in a flash of flame, removed her from the hall and the danger it held.
—(thread change to Roxburg Manor)—