[dohtml]<Center><div style="width:470px; padding:15px; background-color:efefef; -moz-border-radius:0% 0% 30% 0%; border:#eaeaea 3px solid;"><div style="width:400px; text-align:center; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:85%; color:#251e33">IF WE WEREN'T SUCH GOOD FRIENDS, I THINK THAT I'D HATE YOU</div><div style="width:400px; text-align:center; font-family:courier new; font-size:18px; letter-spacing:.2px; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:85%; color:#251e33">IF WE WEREN'T SUCH GOOD FRIENDS</div><div style="width:400px; text-align:center; font-family:terminal; font-size:30.2px; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:85%; color:#251e33">I'D WISH YOU WERE DEAD</div><div style="width:400px; text-align:center; font-family:terminal; font-size:5px; letter-spacing:0px; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:85%; color:#251e33">THIS THREAD TEMPLATE IS FROM BREE OF CAUTION 2.0! STEALING IS FOR LOSERS. D8<</div><table><tr><td><Div style="Width:250px; height:315px; background-color:f7f7f7; padding:5px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:10px; line-height:92%; text-align:justify; color:black; overflow:auto;"> Usually in a situation, Dimitrious always had a long plan behind it that he was ready to follow it down to the bone. When he created a plan it always was made easier and things they carried out were planned and organised. He had never ran into a battle or into such a situation without knowing every move he would make, or how the plan led him to willing. He always won – a Redfern vampire had no option to lose. In every situation faced his plan was what made him win, following it out in his mind and in the battle field. It was something he had always done and had been taught to do to make sure it all went to plan, but this time...Dimitrious might as well of shown his stupidity in a greater place if this was how he reacted at the single moment he was supposed to be calm and not react.
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Before the dark haired vampire found himself outside the walls of Thierry’s mansion, he had been sat happily content in his own little dangerous world where he was the holder of the power and his servants feared him. He sat in the black iris just downtown of Vegas and was sipping a glass of blood mixed with gin, his eyes turning a silvery grey, his fangs tickling the edge of his lip yet he kept them incontrol. The place like usual was dark and lit by lamps scattered all around the room, the bar busy with werewolves and vampires asking for drinks, others scattered around the circle tables – almost like a human pub he had been in once before stealing a girl and drinking her blood. He had been sat in a booth at the back just watching people pass, a copy of super naturals version of the news paper. Now a days it was just filled with lies and pathetic tales that went no where. It had lost its sense of true news, everything just a little whisper but never fully truth. He had been sat there quietly which was unlike Dimitrious when Quincy had appeared before him – a vampire on the council with white thin hair and chalky pale skin to match. He wore all black and seemed as shadowy as his character was. Dimitrious placed down the news paper and a smirk crept onto his lips. “Quincy, what business do you have here? I thought you hated any black iris?” he could see the uncomfortable nerves in Quincy ticking, hating the thought of being close to the low. The werewolves. He coughed and threw a file on the table, nodded lightly. “There is no time for your useless banter Mr Redfern. If you would please look in the file, it has some....news i think you would find most interesting.” his grin quickly turned to a frown as he sat up, staring at the vampire as he stood quietly – not wanting to speak out of turn to a Redfern. They had power even on the council, especially over Quincy who had only been given a second chance after letting an enclave of human slaves escape. Picking up the file he opened it and was struck with horror as he saw a picture of a familiar face staring at him with her naive and sweet smile. Skylark.
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Skylark was his sister who like his brother had both run to circle daybreak, making the relationship with Dimitri their other brother tense. He wanted to slap them both into sense and drag them back to the enclave, but he didn’t know where they were. Circle daybreaks where abouts was a rather mysterious thing, they weren’t sure to where it could be – under their noses or far out where no one would find them. His eyes skimmed over the picture and shot to Quincy who stood where he had been, staring down at the dark haired vampire. “What is the meaning of this?” his eyes bored into the skull of the pale vampire and he was sure others were trying not to look at the pair. “We’ve located your sister. We are not sure to whether it is circle daybreak related at all, but a source saw her walking in with two shifters as bodyguards to Thierry’s home.” the file slipped from his hands as he flung it back onto the table, his motions so swift as he suddenly stood before Quincy an inch from his face. “Are you telling me Lord Thierry is messing around with my sister?” Quincy didn’t even flinch but Dimitri could pick out each uneasy thought he held in his head. He didn’t like being in this pace. “We are not sure, but that is her currently location as we know. The council has lead to conclusion that you will be the one to receive her correct?” Dimitri had already grabbed his coat from where he had thrown it down on the seat earlier – he was already making his way for the door. “Damn straight i will be, i also will deal with any consequences you think she will suffer.” even though he currently hated each part of what his sister had done to him, he still would not like the night world council harm her.
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That was what brought him to stand outside the large brick walls which separated Vegas from Thierrys mansion – it in the rich part where you could find all kinds of supernatural celebs. He stood there without a plan and without even thinking proceeded to walk towards the iron large gate, two guards out front, more behind and a few in a small box which you expected opened the gates. They were shifters but the one that approached him first was a vampire, his thoughts easily etching into Dimitrious head. He was to protect the people inside of the mansion- not letting anyone in that Thierry did not wish to let inside. Dimitrious knew of the vampire straight away, he was a family who lived in Vegas, Arrow Venture. His hand stopped Dimitrious from moving and a short growl escaped him. “I’m sorry but you are not allowed to enter without the permission of Lord Thierry.” his eyes went down to the hand that laid on his chest, his eyes turning a dangerous silver as he looked up. “You know of me Arrow Venture, and you should also no to never tell me what i can and can not do.” that was when the commotion broke out, Dimitrious diving for the shifter on the other side of him first and breaking his neck. His own movements were shift and too fast for anyone to grab him – not even someone passing would see exactly him still, if there was anyone around. There wasn’t which helped him kill without having to kill more for a clean up. The shifter went down and the gates opened, the others bursting out as they tried to all take Dimitrious. The vampire Arrow Venture ran the opposite way and Dimitri knew he was going to get more back up, himself taking out more of the shifters so easily it was like child play. A werewolf with a gun came at him and he snapped his neck too, taking the gun and shooting what he knew was silver bullets into the skull of a shifter. He went down in a screaming pain, the other being shot in the stomach and the knees as Dimitri moved forward. The others didn’t come closer and he thought that was wise, shooting the shifter on the ground in the heart and ending the screaming. Dropping the empty gun he turned to the others that were all rushing to safer ground. “I want Skylark Redfern out here in five minutes, if she is not, i will kill everyone in that house.” there was no doubt he could do it – he was a Redfern and a strong one at that, he could take out anyone who didn’t have even as remotely close power as he did from his blood line.


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