The Newest Addition (Silas/open)

[Alexandria Rayne]

At last, the finishing touches had been completed on a new weapon to wage against the Lycans. After years of preparation and research, the invention team had come up with a great invention to pump silver into the Lycans quicker, thus killing them much quicker that just a few rounds of silver bullets. A small harp00n styled crossbow, that once it had hit something, released a large direct dose of liquid silver into the Lycan, and hopefully straight into their bloodstream. Of course it all depended on how good your aim was as to how effective the weapon was. The younger ones would have to have plenty of training with it as they would not get used to it so easily.

“Brilliant, well done guys. You’ve really out done yourselves this time” she congratulated the invention team. Smiling, as she examined the contraption, she picked up the two prototypes and walked out of the room. Now it was time to find Silas to show him the ropes of the new weapon against the fluffy little teddy bears with teeth that they fought so much. She paused for a minute, and wondered why Demetrius has brought everyone to this. His foolishness was stupid. Did he not realise that they were not meant to be known for a reason? He should of known Alexandria would not of compromised on endangering her own kind and his aswell. He was being selfish, and killing many of his kind in the process, causing Alex to lose hers too. Then the Malkavian’s had to get involved, and Rayne had nothing against them, she agreed that it was a war for nothing, but Akira would not listen to her either, and so each tribe were backed into their own corners. And to think, they all used to actually be friends. Many vampires and Lycans even in loving relationships.

Shaking her thoughts, she became angry at Demetrius and his ways and she found she had carried on walking and had sensed out Silas without even realising. He was wearing the same expression as always; harsh and mean. Alexandria had come to love his expression, as she knew what he was like. She found him funny on how harsh he could be sometimes. Still, she was glad he was the way he was, and she wouldn’t have him any other way. The two rings around his neck twinkled slightly in the darkened room and Alexandria focused on them for a moment. She had a feeling Silas was reminiscing about the past, that was why her attention was on the rings. She had never asked about them, it was his private thing, and if he wanted her to know, she would be there. After all, he was still part of her clan, and she was there to look out for them all, even the older Vampires.

“Silas my friend, the weapon is complete at last! Fancy a bit of training with it?” she smirked. She knew how much Silas loved killing things in any way possible. He loved weapons, and even had many from his younger days in which Alexandria had since retired hers. Still, they were still here and they might come in useful one day. Her pocket knife had come in useful to blind a few Lycans in the past, and she was glad she kept that little gem with her. It had got her out of many sticky situations. She handed one of the weapons, known simply as ‘Lycoons’ to Silas to examine and get the feel of.

[Silas Driscoll]

It seemed like a lifetime ago when the weapon was first thought of, of course Silas loved the idea, though he didnt show it. Silas loved nothing more than killing Lycans, Malkavians he rarely bothered with as they had not done anything in the first place besides from get involved in the war, which was their own choice and if any tried to stand in Silas' way, he would cut them down no questions asked. Silas couldnt bear the thought of anyone standing in his way when it came to the fight with the Lycans and would push anyone aside who got in the Vampire's way. It did not matter who they were, enemies were all the same to him. You fight. You win. They die. You celebrate. Well, Silas wouldnt celebrate it was not in his nature, he might smirk, but thats about it.

The younger Vampires often bothered Silas, "Teach me this, do that, show me this, is this true" with their endless questions and pointless queries. Silas didnt mind teaching the young Vampires how to fight and defend themselves, it was when they started acting foolish that got on his nerves. Silas had been in the Army when he was human, he had grown up harsh and cold it was who he was. Over three thousand years of age, and he wasnt likely to change. He had seen many deaths in his time, that was obvious, even before he joined the Vampires as a General, and of course, he had been the cause of many.

Silas never liked the Lycans, even when they were a joint clan. Everyone could tell this as himself and Demetrius never blended well, clashed would be the right word and Silas could not stand to be in the same room as him. Though he put up with it and did not do anything that may have compromised his position, then the war came, which he knew it would eventually, and Silas no longer had to hold back his hatred. Once it flared up, Silas was one of the first ones out fighting. He was brutal, because there was no reason to fight previous, nobody had seen him fight and he never let anyone, including Alexandria, watch him train, so people were surprised when they saw just how brutal he was, ripping half a Lycan's head off with his bare hands was one of the first things Alexandria saw him do. He was ruthless in persona, but mercyless, brutal and often cruel when he was fighting. Nothing seemed to phase Silas, only disgust him.

Silas was sat in his own quarters where nobody would disturb him, thinking about his past. He was running the chain around his neck, over his fingers. The two wedding rings making a soft clanking sound whenever they hit. He could sense Alexandria was looking for him, but right now he didnt get up. She would find him when she was good and ready, as she had done the first time they met. Silas was thinking about his wife and child, how they were both taken from him while he was in the Army by Lycans, unable to protect them, he often blamed himself for his foolishness. The Army had let him go home to prepare the funeral for them, which was probably the single most painful thing he ever had to do, and caused him never to return to the Army. The undertaker couldnt mask the scars the beast's had given his family and he felt resentful, though more hatred, for them, and for himself. He hated the fact he wasnt there to protect them, he despised the fact he could do nothing for them.

He was sat on a chair near the window, curtains drawn back letting the silver glow of the moonlight enter the darkened room. He had not lit the lanterns in the room so asides from a few corners, the room was completley black, which was the way Silas liked it. The silver glow reflected off his eyes, making them appear more bright, he never bothered to revert to his human form, he was one of the only Vampires who didnt. The glow was catching on the gold rings which were currently dancing over the tops of his fingers, Alexandria was getting close to his quarters now, he could sense her. There were three people Silas did not mind coming into his quarters without an invitation. Ranvier, as he was the closest Silas would have for a friend, he trusted Ranvier and that was important. Alexandria, because she was the leader and the one who brought him into this world, the one person Silas trusted with his life, and Antonia Cassell, because she reminded him of his daughter and in a sense he looked upon her as such and defended her until he was worn out. It was like he was trying to give himself some peace the way he protected Antonia, he felt as though, if he did right by her, helped her survive, then he would somehow be free of the guilt of not being there for his daughter. Though everyone could see how he always protected Antonia, he put her the top of his list and when in a fierce battle, he was never too far away from her, they did not know why he did it.

The door opened with a creak, Silas brought his head around to see Alexandria stood there. He knew that she had sent Ranvier out to watch over Antonia, though he was worried about her. He did not doubt for a moment that Ranvier would protect her, it was just the fact that he did not know what was happening and Silas hated that he didnt know if the young girl was still breathing, in a sense. His face however, showed no sign of emotion, like always, his expression was darkened. Harsh and cruel, his eyes were like ice and his heart like stone. He saw her smirk and heard the words that came along with it. Silas' eyes moved from Rayne's face and down to the weapons in her hands. It seemed as though the Lycoons were finally finished which meant they got to play with their new toys. His weapons from his younger days were all hung up on his wall, all in fully working order it was just he liked having them organised. Standing up, he blinked slowly. The long high collard coat swaying slightly as he moved towards her, taking one of the weapons from her hands he examined it for a moment.

"So this is the ultimate Lycan killing weapon, is it not?" He spoke quietly and slowly, yet his voice lacked emotion, "Then let us go and test them." They way he spoke sounded like he had no respect for anyone, like he had no respect for Alexandria, yet he knew and she knew, he did respect her and his attitude was just the way he was. It didnt matter what something 'appeared' to be, as appearances, as people well know, can be decieving.

[Alexandria Rayne]

It was no secret that Silas never enjoyed the company of hairy, and rather smelly lycan companions when both Vampires and Lycans were classed as one, but he had managed to suppress most of it for Alexandria’s sake. However, once the new broke out about the traitor Lycans, Silas felt free to express his words with the rest of them and Alexandria just wished she would of seen the truth before she did. She wasn’t late in seeing it, however it meant a lot of heartbreak for her vampires who had families with the Lycans, who had integrated. She had to give them a choice on whether to leave their lovers behind or leave the clan. She had no room in her clan for traitors to appear, and she knew if they didn’t stay with her, they would be hunted down by Demetrius and killed anyway. Yet if they chose to go over to the Lycans with their other half’s, Demetrius would kill them anyway. So for many Vampires, anger bubbled in them for the losses that Demetrius had caused them, and this would stay with them forever until the Lycan’s had been punished.

Alexandria’s love also came into play. She was beginning to fall for Demetrius prior the change of him. However, she never knew if he did return the feelings. The thoughts of wondering if he ever loved her back ate at her. For years, this hurt her and she became a sort of recluse within herself, until one day, she met up with him and the first ever battle began. The emotions changed and turned into anger and hatred for the man who was trying to ruin her life and her clans all because he had an ego the size of America, and wanted to take over. Both crawled back to their own clans battered and bruised and on the edge of death. As far as Alexandria was concerned, she was in the right to keep the vampires as secret as possible, along with the Lycans, but Demetrius would not listen. She has accepted her fate and knows they will end up killing each other, but in a way, he had already killed her. Silas was the only one of the vampires to know of her love for him, and it stayed that way.

Showing no other emotion other than a slight smile to Silas, she gave a small sharp nod to his statement.
“Only the finest and the best, dear Silas. This is yours” she said. Watching him give the once over on the weapon, she looked back into his icy eyes before turning to leave his quarters, hopefully he would follow her.

“Now I know you prefer your sword, but it doesn’t hurt to try new things every now and again, and I think this little beauty will make a good addition to your ever growing collection” she said, fingering the weapon in her hands, and aiming it in front of her, squinting her left eye as she brought it up to her face. For a moment she got used to the new firearm before lowering it just before a couple of young ones came around the corner. Greeting them with a nod, she carried on walking.

[Silas Driscoll]

No it was most certainly not a secret Silas never liked the hairy beasts. He had always known there was something nasty about Demetrius and Silas had a nagging feeling he would have done something like this eventually, and in a way, Silas was hoping for it because he wanted his own revenge, he hated the fact he had to be civilised to the Lycans. Though he did it for Alexandria, it was no secret too, that Demetrius despised Silas. The two of them never saw eye to eye, and when they did they gave death glares to one another, Demetrius had often told Alex that Silas was her worst mistake, but everyon else knew he wasnt, Silas was harsh and she had needed that. He was already trained in fighting and had considerable skills many Humans did not posess so that made him valuable to her.

When the war broke out, Silas had told Alexandria exactly what he thought of the Lycan clan, more importantly, Demetrius and she did not like it. Silas knew that Alex had loved Demetrius, and he suspected she still did. At least some part of her still hoped she could bring sense into Demetrius' thick skull and bring the clans back together, but Silas knew that was not possible now. Alexandria had not liked Silas telling her what he had thought of Demetrius, because at first, she didnt like anyone talking bad against the First Lycan. Though Silas had not held back he had been harsh in what he had said and for a while Alexandria would not see eye to eye with Silas and refused to be in his company. Ranvier had noticed this and asked him what was going on, to which Silas simply replied, "It is not really your business my friend, but I told Alexandria some home truths and she did not take to it too well." Silas had not told him what about as Silas protected Alexandria's secret with his life, just like she would protect his if she knew. He carried the rings of his and his wifes around his neck, three in total, one her engagement ring, and her wedding ring, and the other was his wedding ring. He kept his daughters heart chain wrapped around his belt so it stayed put, but hung down at the side of his leg. Parts of his past he kept with him at all times, though nobody knew what they were. It was the reason he did not like people in his room as he had pictures of his wife and daughter and himself there, all of them looking happy. Though he had more pictures of his daughter, whom he missed more than anyone, and who he will avenge, even if it kills him. Which Silas is not bothered about as he would be able to see his family again. Nobody saw this weakened side of him in depth, they may see flickers of sadness from time to time or when his eyes went a bit softer when he thought of them, though it never lasted long as Silas always managed to keep grips on himself.

Silas was running his hand over the cool metal of the lycoon. It was definatly an inventive weapon he would give them that. Though Silas preffered his sword, it was more trusting then relying on aim of a gun. Silas stuck to knives and his sword as much as possible and the sword was hung proudly on the wall facing his double four poster bed over the knives. "I consider the best as my sword," He showed no emotion and kept his eyes on the crossbow type thing, "You know that Alexandria." Though cocking it, he fired it at the wall. Then walking over to it, he watched as silver protuded out of the wall and trickled down the dark red paper. "Though it is certainly effective I must admit." Pulling the arrow out of the wall he flung it on his desk and looked at her, "Thankyou. It shall go with the rest of my equipment when not in use."

Silas had many weapons that dotted his walls. His own personal collection he allowed no-one, not even Alexandria to touch. Especially his sword from before he was a Vampire, and his knives. Nobody even thought about touching those, a few of the younger Vampires had snuck into his room once and stole his Sword to train with. Safe to say that didnt end well. He didnt kill them but he had terrified them to their wits end. With that, Silas followed her out of the room. Locking the door behind him as he went to stop any nosey people going in there. Silas didnt register the kids, but they got used to Silas not noticing them. He only noticed the higher Vampires and Antonia, that was their opinion, but that wasnt true.

[Alexandria Rayne]

When Demetrius had begun changing, she wished she would have noticed it sooner like Silas had seemed to do. However, she was the one who always gave people a chance, always giving the benefit of the doubt, but after the charade he had been playing, and revealing what was really behind the mask he was wearing, Alex changed in herself. She no longer trusted easily, and she became angry at everything. Mostly herself for not realising before what he would turn out to be. She had beaten herself up over it so many times, not literally of course, but there was a period of time that she had just felt like the entire weight of the world was upon her shoulders and she didn’t know what best to do. It was a depression time for her and she had sent herself out to battle when she was truly thinking of off letting the surrounding Lycans just rip her to shreds, and as she stood there, all she could think of was how she had let her clan down by not listening to Silas. He would of been a better leader than her, he knew what to do. Ranvier too, they could be co-leaders. He knew, so why didn’t she take notice? It was lucky for her that as the beasts surrounded her, Silas and Ranvier came and saved her from herself. This was another thing that brought the trio closer, that Alex had given them life, and they gave Alexandria hers. It was then that she realised that she was letting Demetrius win, by sacrificing herself, he had more leverage against the vampires. Her dying was not going to do the clan any good. As she stood on the battlefield in the moonlight that night, fighting to the death surrounded her, and for the first time she realised this was him fault. Demetrius had brought this war upon himself and began to dragging other people down with him. She wouldn’t allow him to take over, that was what this war was about, and she knew before long, others would see their clan as trying to take over the lycans too, which wasn’t the case. The vampires just wanted to lay low and stay as hidden as possible. Their lives were peaceful once, until Demetrius’ wants got in the way. To think they were together too, and Alexandria was beginning to fall in love with him. That’s why she took the news so hard, everything had been ruined, and on top of it all, the man she loved was nothing what she thought he would be. Now, she was strong, and full of rage and fury. She no longer looked into Demetrius’ eyes on the battlefield and longed for him, but she despised him for what he did to her clan, the world, and her. She could never forgive him for that, nor could she forget.

Her eyes had turned the brightest blue, and her fangs protruded from her mouth. This happened involuntary of their own accord when she was angry. The thoughts of the Lycan lord had obviously caused it, and she didn’t realise until it was too late. Silas would of noticed, and he knew her too well anyway, he knew exactly what she was thinking. Putting her attention back to Silas, her dear friend. How she wished she had listened to his warnings, she watched him as he slid his hand rather gracefully (for a man) over the shine of the cool metal of the Lycoon. She realised when she had named it, it was such a Ranvier name to give it. Chuckling to herself a little, she placed her hand over her mouth for a moment to make her fangs retract a little before speaking once again. As she felt them pulling themselves back in, she released her hand that was slightly hovering over her mouth and let it fall downwards to its original position.

“I know Silas, but you can never have too many weapons, and you never know. These are good for long ranges” she implied. Him and Ranvier were very typical men, wanting to use their swords for everything, and surely enough Alexandria loved her Katana as it sliced through with so much ease, but sometimes you needed to prepare for other things. You never did quite know when you would need a Lycoon. They did a lot of damage too. The good thing about them is, only the vampires will be able to take the trail of silver out of the Lycans. They would be good to take in Lycans for questioning and then putting back in the arrow back into the lycans wound once questioned. The secret was the liquid silver in the arrows body. Once fired, the sensitive tip of the arrow head would break, only slightly, and would leak the silver into the wound. For a quick kill, aiming in the head or heart would kill pretty much instantly, however, to take in prisoners, in the arm or leg would suffice.
“They will be good for taking prisoners” she continued.