The Last Hope of their Future

"Thanks" kaji said, as he turned around, and looked up at Chiyon. "Hmm. Blood isn't that fitting when your covered in it" he said to her, as spikes began popping out of the ground. "This is not to great of a threat though. Some what saddening really"

 

Chiyon wiped the blood off her face. "Having fun anyway?"

 

"Some what I suppose. Not much of a challange when you have killed off just about every single one already in such a simple manner. you?"

 

Chiyon let out a wide grin. "Having the time of my life."

"Kaji!" Yuka screamed. She hobbled along the rubble.

 

"What?" Kaji asked as he lifted his head to look at Yuka. "You alrite?" he asked

 

Yuka released her arms from around her chest, revealing a severe stab wound just under her heart. It was lucky she survived.

 

Robbie stood next to Kaji.
Robbie: Let me help you with that wound.

 

"****!" he said as he ran over to Yuka. He quickly pulled off his shirt. "I cant see it straight. How badly is it bleeding" he asked her

 

"I don't know... it was an anti-vampire weapon... that's all I know-" she screamed again, the effect of the anti-vampire weapon were kicking in. Yuka fell to the ground and had to hold onto Kaji's arm for support with one arm while she used the other one to cover the wound. She started to feel thirsty but not for human blood.

Chiyon finished off one of the last zombies in the area and raced over to Kaji and Yuka. She knew Yuka was a mind-reader so all she did was think what she knew what Yuka needed.

"Chiyon, I don't think Kaji would allow it..." Yuka groaned.

 

Robbie: Who ever you use, be careful, the effects will spread to them as well.

 

"I think Kaji may be able to handle a bite Robbie." Yuka explained.

 

Robbie: Its not the bite, but the hunger you will give him.

 

"Then he can go feed on a human-" she screamed again.

 

Robbie: IT was a silver tinned blade, with a scent of vampire blood on it, very smooth blade I have to say.

 

"You talk like you think you're older than me." Yuka commented.

 

Robbie: That blade type was made from the plains, we sell them to other countries.

 

"Then I can blame you for this?"

 

Robbie shook his head.
Robbie: We need Clara, she carrys a cure.

 

"Sorry but that kind of cure won't work with me, I come from a particular bloodline of purebloods that rejects medication."

 

ooc: recap?