The End (Vampire War Roleplay) *Accepting members!*

[Soul Of Space]

Damon winced when she screamed. He brought his hands to his sides, "Sorry." he murmured, biting his lip. He hated to see her in pain.

((LOL! I gotz an idea ^^ 'Marcus.' 'Nuff said.))

[...Doll...]

(lol so what does Marcus do? I'm a blonde xB you'll have to forgive me x3)

She sat there sobbing lightly. "no more... I'm fine," she said through sobs. She shook from pain. She felt like a whimp. What was wrong with her.

[Soul Of Space]

((He's a hunter; wadaya think? ^^ I'm blond and sure proud of it!))

Damon scowled at the dirt, he knew there was another way... Cold water. His gaze went back to Anabel, "I know a way to get it out without so much pain, Anabel." he murmured.

[...Doll...]

She raised her eyebrow at this. "How?" she asked. Marcus suddenly shot the werewolf in the gut, both legs and arm. He walked to the princess and shot her leg so she couldn't run. He smirked wickedly. She sobbed.

[Soul Of Space]

((Ouch....))

Damon yelped, clenching his teeth. He knew if he called for his pack they'd either arrive too late, or attack Anabel. Damon yelped when he tried to phase. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to forget the pain. He shifted to wolf, and lunged at Marcus, pinning him to the ground. He bared his canines at him, his bright blue eyes holding no friendliness. He wasn't the sweet werewolf he was just a few seconds ago.

[...Doll...]

(Yep)

Marcus began to beat the wolf with the gun. Hitting him continuously in the head trying to knock him out. The small princess laid in the fetal position over around a few feet away.

[Soul Of Space]

Damon snapped at the gun, taking a good bit of the barrel off it. Damon set his paws on Marcus's arms, holding him, down. The pain he was in was unbearable, though he knew he couldn't give up on Anabel. He bared his canines at Marcus, "Leave." he snarled.

((Me: O.O Damon, calm down.... your scaring me.....))

[...Doll...]

((Me: *hides in mailbox* me too! Dx XD lol))

Marcus nodded simply knowing he had lost this fight. He would come back again later. He shuddered beneath him acting Terrified. Anabel stayed in the same position. She didn't know what else to do.

[Soul Of Space]

Damon stepped off Marcus, quickly going over to Anabel. He whimpered, pressing his nose to her cheek. "Anabel..." he murmured, laying down beside her. He knew she wouldn't let him take the bullets out, and even he needed his out.

((Me: *Pulls out of mailbox* Okay, now... TO HIS DEN! *flees to Damon's den*))

[...Doll...]

((Me: YAY!!! WEEEE!!!!! *flails wile running*))

Marcus ran. Fast as he could to his base. Annabel wrapped her arm around him and sobbed. She buried her face in his warm fur. She was too ashamed to see him.