They ran, of course. It would have been slightly more irritating if Morana hadn't been expecting it. She gave them a count of ten, then vaulted into the newly vacated room and started after them. Without a young, slightly terrified halfbreed in tow, she caught up to them rather quickly, cornering them in an alley on one side of the motel.

She smiled, enjoyed the smell of fear roiling off them in waves.

"What do you want?" The tall one, the leader, the vampire.

Morana shrugged. "To say hello. And to warn you. This town is dangerous for our kind. We're not the top of the proverbial food chain here."

"You're here."

"I'm the exception." She smiled again, showing fangs. The other vampire flinched. "But, if you want to risk it... be my guest." She turned to go, only to stop a second later when the vampire spoke again.

"Why bother warning us?"

Morana glanced over her shoulder, smirking. "Out of the goodness of my heart, I suppose." She flashed them another smile, and vaulted onto the rooftops. The rain had abated somewhat, and in its absence she heard the howling begin. Wild, broken, boiling with hate.

She shuddered in spite of herself. The pack was hunting. 

I watched Aline slip out of her werepire form, listening to the howling of the pack from several blocks away.  Vampires.  Ha!  Hateful creatures.  I snarled at the thought.

Aline's scent faded quickly in the wind and the rain.  I transformed, back to a vampire - ugh! - form, and went into the motel.  Always better to have two.  Aline and I stick together.  Well, not quite.  I stick to Aline.  She rarely notices, though.

"What are you doing here?"

I whip around with an inward groan. I can hear Aline now.  Never leave your back unguarded.  Argh.  Aah!

I sigh.  "Aline.  I followed you."

Her turn to sigh.  "Come along then."

[[OOC:  Sorry.  To be continued in about ten minutes and hopefully not more.]]

[[OOC: Goody yay!]]

We walk down the hall, Aline leading.  Suddenly my ninth sense starts tingling.  "Aline!  Duck!"

We fall flat on the floor.  Something whizzes past where our heads were a second ago.  I clamp my hands over my ears, squeezing my eyes shut, and a huge crash sounds. I twist around.  There's a hole in a dresser, and the hole is smoking slightly.

"Bad," says Aline.  "We've triggered the defense mechanism.  Run!"  We sprint down the hallway, leaping over tripwires, dodging swinging axes.  "It's all your fault!"  she complains.  "I could have slipped past very well, thanks, but you had to follow, you had to make it two instead of one!  Jy, this is a simple mission!"  We crouch behind a sofa as the TV blows out, hit by the axe.  

"Quick!"  I hiss.  "The exit, that way!  Now!"  We dive out the door.

We run up and up the stairs.  "The leader said keep it quiet!" she continues.  "And now you've gone and practically blown up the motel!"  She finishes in a shout, completely worked up, and heads start to poke out doors.

"The roof!" I yell.  I'm not sure if I'm smelling smoke.

"Are you crazy!" she yells back, flinging open the door.  "You know I can't -- "  She breaks off.

A vampire girl running across the rooftops toward us freezes, and stares.  Then she bolts off to the right.

"Come on, follow her!" I yell at Aline, grabbing her wrist.

"No!" she screams, yanking it away.  "There were two or three!  They've split up!  They'll go in opposite directions - we'll have to split up too -"

"Okay, okay!" I say, exasperated.  "I'll follow her, you find the others.  OKAY??!"  I sprint off again without waiting for an answer.

[[OOC:  Good 'nuf? Oh and I decided not to do the Yrnk part.  It was funny though.]]

((Out of Character. I think.

Also, Chicago suits me fine. I like Chicago. Second best city on the planet, y/y?

And Z-Mart, obviously, means Zombie-Mart. Zombies need to grocery shop too, you know.))

Morana left sheets of ice on the rooftops behind her. She could deal with werepires, she had dealt with them before, but she wasn't about to make it easy for this one to catch her. There was no sense in taking unnecessary risks.

Vaguely, she hoped that the other two had gotten away. It would be a shame to lose such an interesting case study. Caius, certainly, would be displeased. She smirked. So would Stefan.

The eerie snarl of her pursuer, closer than it had been a few minutes ago, dragged her back to the present. 

Stride, stride, lunge, take a corner so fast the legs almost spin out from underneath. Jump. Land, roll to recover. Keep going. Speed is important, destination distinctly less so. Don't look back.

The sharp smell of fresh blood slammed into her as the wind started to pick up. Female. Early twenties. B negative. Still alive.

Morana veered towards the smell. If anything could hide her scent from the werepire, it was newly spilled human blood. She reached the point of origin, jumped over the narrow little alley, and then changed course again by almost 180 degrees. Blood was all well and good but she wasn't dim enough to stay upwind of a werepire.

Faster.