Who: Geo, Sammy, Melia, Caleb, Mathias, Ash, and Linn
Where: Out near the beach
When: Night

Mathias was strolling, actually strolling, a slight smile on his face, looking completely relaxed. He was also apparently alone, just him, walking along one of the streets near to the edge of the lake. It was a nice night for a stroll, after all - or, well, it would be if the town wasn't, say, overrun with blood thirsty, marauding vampires. But why let a little fact like that spoil one's evening.

Math wasn't necessarily truly alone. He was being tailed. By his little brother. Caleb was perfectly fine with Mathias being bait. He could move fast enough to get the fuck out of the way of both vamps and bloodmagic spells. So, the whole thing worked out rather well, so far. Lakeshore drive wasn't bad at all to be doing this, there was the bike path, the areas where there were a few trees for cover...the beach. Being this close to the water, Caleb was sort of half watching out for Melia, hoping the mermaid was alright. They hadn't managed to hit any vamps yet, which was at least mildly disappointing, but he was sure they would. Fuckers were everywhere lately, after all.

The quiet spell came to an end with surprising abruptness as three figures appeared out of the night, heading directly towards Mathias, coming at him from behind and the sides, rushing him at speed. The elder Lockwood carried on walking, though he'd heard them, leaving it until the last minute, before darting back between two of them and taking to his heels. He knew where Caleb would be - they'd organised this in advance. He couldn't out run them, not these guys, but he could stay ahead of them - and he could lead them in a circle around Caleb, letting him pick them off. They shouted, calling and laughing, picking up the chase immediately, calls coming through the night suggesting that soon the three would be more than that. This plan would work, Math knew, if they didn't run into anyone else. God help the innocent bystander tonight.

Speaking of mermaids, the one in question had actually been dried and dressed shortly after sundown; sure, it was safer in the lake, but it wasn't as interesting. If one counted a still-healing bite mark and numerous scratches from her last foray out after dark as 'interesting.' All the same, Melia wanted to see what these vampires would do to the town... she hadn't yet set out for any of her destinations - Alejandro's home, possibly swing by Caleb's if she could manage it, anything else of interest along the way - but those plans were forgotten when she saw a familiar figure heading past. She was immediately irritated - hadn't the stupid human promised her that he'd talk to her before trying to kill himself? And with the sounds of jeering and threatening noises coming closer, that's exactly what he was apparently trying to do. Stepping out from her cover, Melia strode over to Caleb. She didn't bother to sign anything; the look on her face was clear enough.

Caleb hadn't really expected Melia to just...show the fuck up like that, and especially not when he needed to be doing Other Things. Fuck. So when she got close enough to him, he reached out, unceremoniously yanked her off balance to get behind him, and then traced out the spell he'd been waiting for in the air. He dropped down to one knee, and cracked his fist down into the dirt, sending the rumbling through the ground as dark red cuts of light sped along the ground. And, because he'd been distracted at a critical moment, it didn't manage to take down as many as he would have liked. Which meant there were still a few on his brother's tail, which was Not Good.

Ash had been out again right after sundown, determined to kill as many of these sons of bitches as he possibly could until they either moved on or took him down with them. He'd been hitting up different parts of town, and so far -- unfortunately -- hadn't gotten more than kind of scratched up fighting them. The beach was tonight, and as he approached, he heard the whoops and excited shouts of some of them running down prey. It was getting to be a familiar sound. Ash broke out into a sprint, tugging a pistol out of his belt as he spotted a small group of them after some guy. Who was, Jesus Christ, booking it hard. He cracked off two shots, hitting the thigh and the back of the knee of the one in back. It went down, and Ash switched hands on the gun, quicker one dropping to pull the machete at his side free to relieve the cocksucker of it's head.

The relatively innocent phrase "Dude, have you seen my cell?" had had an interesting effect on Sammy this particular day. As in, saying it had resulted in Sammy convincing Geo that they could find it. That there was safety in numbers, and they -they being the vampires - didn't seem to like their taste. That argument was...frighteningly convincing, especially given the fact that the vampires didn't have to eat them to kill them, but the cell phone being missing was really starting to grate on his mind like a scab that he couldn't stop scratching. Which was, ultimately, why they were out. He'd ruined a shirt earlier, turning it into a loose vest with enough room for his wings, and he had the cargo shorts back, again loaded with his various makeshift hurty stuff. He cast the beam of his heavy flashlight along the ground, again looking for a flash of red, and utterly relieved that they'd managed to avoid trouble so far.

...Granted, all his resolutions to stay Out Of Things wavered when he heard the unearthly yowls from a street over. He cast a look back at Sammy, jerking a thumb off in that direction with a raised eyebrow, flashlight resting on his shoulder. "Up for runnin' distraction or somethin'?"

The look on Sammy's face when he turned his head to look at Geo, howls and yowls ringing in his ears and echoing in his head seemed to be one that clearly said "did you even need to ask?" as he waved his hand briefly in the direction the sounds had come from before he answered. Yes, yes he was up to running distraction, especially if it kept the vampires from munching or killing anyone else. ...and especially if it meant that they didn't turn anyone. If people were dead it was...better in a way. Then they wouldn't go and try and turn former friends and hurt them more than they did by being dead. "Yeah, if we split up and run in will work better, right?"

"Yeah." Geo passed over one of the remaining soap bottles, pulled the knife from the back of his belt and broke into a run. "Whatever y'do, aim for the eyes!" He called back, one foot planting in the middle of a nearby car's bumper, shoving him off the ground, over the hood and into the air where he willed himself to change -

-and the world went feathery, his arms burning in protest as he took to the skies a little more enthusiastic than he should have. But that was alright, really - he only needed to stay in the air long enough to...there we go. Vampires -and dude with a gun and was that a machete?! - spotted, he wheeled around to rocket past the man's head, slamming heavily taloned feet into the nearest vampire's shoulders, driving him to the ground.

Sammy stayed in human form as he ran after his brother, swerving out of the way of the downed vamp and ducking under the swinging arm of another. His fingers gripped the soap bottle tightly as he avoided grabbing hands and slung spiced-soap into the oncoming face of yet another dumb fanged freak. He really didn’t like them at all and…wow. Maybe he was getting in the way and these guys knew what they were doing? Because, yeah, that was a machete and it looked deadly sharp.

Linn Constable, for once, hadn't been prowling around looking for victims that needed his help. Instead his mom had sent him out for several 'necessary' things, with instructions to trade, barter, whatever to get them. He wasn't to stray. He was to head straight to the homes of only a certain couple of people, and then back home. Aye-aye, Roger. And that's what he was doing. Except there was the temptation, still... what if there were people out there right now, getting slaughtered? At this moment?? ...He headed off the main road and toward the beach, not even trying to come up with an excuse for his blatant disobeying. His mom could do without bottled water and clean diapers for the time being.

Ash let out a delighted whoop as some big fuckoff bird-thing surged in and knocked his next target down. He was never one to question help, no matter what form it took. He swung his sharpened and blessed blade hard -- after said bird was clear of it, of course -- and sparks glinted off of the pavement as it decapitated it's target. There was that fun surge of savage joy again, until a vamp he hadn't seen blurred in from the side and bowled him over, all teeth and claws. He went down laughing, an arm flying up to try and keep it away from his neck like one would a pissed off dog.

As Caleb looked around, he swore softly and knocked out another spell, one that was a lot less powerful and ranged than he usually did--just because it appeared the world had gotten a lot more annoyingly crowded in a short amount of time. He didn't have the control to really go around people, and didn't especially think he should just cut them all down for no reason. Fuck fuck and fuck. But he tried to get one of the ones left after his brother off of him, and it worked partially. Vampires didn't run so well when one leg was suddenly cleaved off just above the knee. It dropped fast and hard, letting out screeches. "Math!" Caleb called to his brother, wanting the guy closer if there were going to be a ton of people around. It was a tone that said 'get back here' and not 'I need help'. He started noticing that there were other blurs coming in, from behind he and Mel. He grabbed her hand, and started to drag her towards the street better, not really wanting to be caught in all the trees with the vamps. Anything that gave them more cover wasn't especially good.

Well, that was the exact opposite reaction that Melia had been expecting when she'd advanced on Caleb - she rarely permitted people to touch her, let alone yank her around like she wasn't a fully-grown mermaid capable of defending herself. And then he was doing something strange with his hands, and there was light, and suddenly less vampires. Well... wasn't that interesting. And suddenly, there were birds flying around, some other human cutting off heads, and Melia felt a grin spread across her face. This was fun! Melia was dragged along for a few steps by Caleb as he made for the street; she was distracted watching vampires be torn apart. But then she snapped back to attention and moved with him... though not quite in time to avoid being hit from the side by one of the blurs that had been advancing on them. Her breath was knocked from her in a silent whoosh and she dropped her grip on Caleb's hand to prevent him falling with her; Melia, however, was more prepared this time in that she was able to get a leg between them and kick the vampire off, following in a flash to break the thing's neck. She straddled its chest, pinning its suddenly nonworking arms just in case, and kept twisting. She'd never tried to remove a human - or vampire's - head this way, but as she didn't have anything for cutting, well, she'd have to do the best she could.

Mathias heard the cry and turned, switching direction without a moment's notice. Others had joined in the fray, he realised - not strictly human, by the looks of it, but if they were attacking vampires, then the more the merrier in his opinion. He headed in the direction of Caleb's cry - he didn't have time to locate him using the necklace he wore, but he wasn't that far away and he'd heard the call. He jumped over a girl who looked very much like she was ripping a vampire's head off with her bare hands and landed at his brother's side. "You called?" he asked with a grin.

The shout from Caleb for his brother distracted Sammy, and a few seconds later he was cursing the fact that he let himself be distracted as a dark form slammed into him from behind, knocking the soap from his grip and sending him to the ground. Bony knees dug into his back beneath his shoulder blades as he attempted to force his way back up. He didn't manage - he was skinny, he wasn't too tall, and worst of all the birdy-ness seemed to cross over to his human form - he wasn't anywhere as strong as he would like to be, and his breath was crushed out of his chest. Oh yes. This was good. In a way that really wasn't good. Ouch.

Machete-dude hit the ground with a vampire on his chest. Geo let out a shriek of his own, vaulting off the vampire he'd flattened and back into the air, one clawed hand closing around the knife. He landed on the other vampire's back, hard, the butcher knife driving into the back of the vampire's neck. He wrenched it sideways before he smelled a rush of fear-scent from Sammy-ward. Dark eyes narrowed to slits before he jerked the knife back out, squawking an apology to the fellow - flipping back into the air, all four sets of talons now bloody. Screw with his little brother, would the-

Something grabbed his ankle, slammed him back to earth hard enough to jar his beak and leave his head ringing. Buggerbuggerbugger!

"Clearly, we have a lot of company." Caleb said, relieved to see his brother--not that he should have been worried for even a second, it was Mathias for fucks sake, but still. He glanced down at Melia. "Mel...you should stop--nevermind." he added, just letting her continue to try to rip off a vamp's head with nothing to aid her. If that floated her boat. Then he looked back at the situation, noting more blurs starting on their way closer. "So we have an issue...most of my spells? I can't exactly direct so well and I'm sure that we probably don't want me ripping any of the ...really fucking random fighters in half." He paused. "Incoming." he said right before one or two--it was hard to tell--vamps rushed them from the trees.

"Then use your knife," Mathias suggested, getting better at judging vampire attacks by now as he waited until the last second and then ducked as the guy who'd rushed him leaped, only to trip over the now hunched half-demon and go catapulting off into the night. Mathias took off after it, there when it landed in an ungainly heap and he brought down the stake he was carrying down, praying that he manged to hit the heart - anatomy had never been his strong point. He was actually, therefore, rather surprised when he did and the vampire stilled and went limp. Sweet. He looked up, catching sight of another vampire clawing at a dark figure that looked... Actually like some guy in a crow suit. Some fucking huge guy. Well, Two on one was better than one-on-one, after all and he wasn't exactly totally human himself, so who was he to judge. He took to his heels and crashed into the vampire attacking Geo, pulling him off of the wereraven.

Melia sighed when Caleb told her to stop - it wasn't really working, anyway. She could pick the human up and throw him around if she wanted, but apparently human heads were attached rather strongly and while she'd gotten a few more interesting snapping sounds for her efforts, she'd barely managed to get the head nearly halfway around. She dropped the vampire's head and waved for Caleb's attention, making a blade of her hand and drawing it over the thing's neck. It had died last time Alex had cut off its head; she just didn't have anything sharp enough. Her gestures were clear enough in asking if Caleb had something suitable.

Ash was covered with cold blood as the vampire on him's head came mostly off. Without really trying to think about all the dark whooshing shadows that had actually done it, he grabbed the head in the crook of one arm and pulled as hard as he could. Pain flashed as the still-scrabbling claws on the thing tore up his sides a little more, but then it went still. He wriggled out from under it, assured himself that his arms still worked properly, and got to his feet again. He saw that there was one of the fuckers kneeling on a kid -- god only knew how the hell he'd gotten there in the first place; the whole area was chaos -- and his gun whipped up again, the three quick headshots knocking the vampire off of Sammy. Ash snagged up his machete again and hauled ass in that direction. He'd learned from experience that bullets mostly just pissed them off.

Ignoring the blood filling his mouth and dripping from his nose from his impromptu meeting with the pavement Sammy rolled over as fast as possible and shoved himself back up, feeling the shift coming on and encouraging it, lashing out with newly shifted talons all the while keeping track of the man with the machete coming towards him. As the shift continued – the clothing which earlier had fit oddly now fitting comfortably – the vampire dodged his talons, moving further away from Sammy and closer to the oncoming Ash. Sammy followed after him, clawing at him and catching him across the throat before the vampire actually turned to face Ash.

Caleb rolled his eyes. Sure, he could use the knife, and he would, but the real reason he could actually do damage with the vamps wasn't his ability to fight in close quarters combat, it was the blood magic. He did notice Melia expecting him to finish that off for her so he dropped to one knee and did that for her, then stood and looked back down at her. "C'mon...there's shit to kill around here. Don't touch any of the people fighting the vampires." he told her, because he didn't really want anyone seeing her as a threat and therefore turning around and taking her down. He might have said more but hey look--incoming. Again. Fucking things were like mosquitoes. They were everywhere. He wasn't quite as fast as his brother, and took a lot of the impact from the vamp, but tried to shift his weight enough to take the tumble off of the vamp's terms. Which kind of worked. It wound up with them both on the ground, but he wasn't pinned. He acted before really thinking much and started to slide immediately at the vamp's neck, and the slashes he felt the vamp's claws putting into his shoulders healed up again almost instantly from the damage he was giving the vamp.

... and then there was another fucking huge black bird thing! Part of Ash's brain recognized them as lycanthropes, but he was too busy to give it a whole lot of coherent thought. He saw the dark blood-spurt that came from the leech's neck, thanks to Sammy's claws, and swung the machete to couple it with full-on beheading, as the vampire tried to lunge. They were quick, but pain slowed them down a bit, just like everything else in the world. He flashed the big bird a grin, before looking around quickly for a new target. This was fun.

Melia had been expecting him to hand her the knife so she could cut off the vampire's head herself, and she scowled a bit when Caleb just did it for her. Though she supposed she didn't want to take his only weapon away from him, if that was indeed his only weapon. She didn't know why he wasn't using more of that magic he apparently had; something about other people being too close? Not for the first time in her life, she wished she could sing with legs, but she wasn't about to lose her chance at running away just for the pleasure of ordering all the vampires to cut their own heads off - the chance that it might not work on all of them being a possibility, after all. She pouted at him when he ordered her away from the other things fighting the vampires - she didn't call them humans, as some of them weren't and she didn't know what she was seeing - but she supposed she could leave them alone until the more immediate threat was gone. Then Caleb was on the ground, pinned underneath a vampire, and Melia was busy fighting off her own vampire, breaking as many bones as she could get her hands on and doing her level best to turn the creature's joints wrong-way out.

Mathias and the vampire rolled away, over and over as they grappled. mathias knew that he had to rely on all the skills he'd picked up over the years. The vampire negated his natural perks simply by matching them. Acherus had the speed of the eldest Lockwood, but more than that, they had vampiric strength - Math had never had any kind of strength pluses at all. He'd never really needed them either. It didn't help that he wasn't a fighter, had never professed to be. Sure, he could fight and he hadn't been bluffing when he'd told Olivia that he could teach her, but he wasn't the best around by a long way. It wasn't a love like he was beginning to think it was for Caleb. His pull was towards chaos, not death. He knew that his only chance was to come out on top when they finally stopped rolling and he was concentrating on that when he heard the fresh scream.

The woman had appeared from apparently nowhere, which wasn't strictly true - she'd been hurrying home when she heard the sounds of a disturbance and headed in that direction. She'd expected the vampires - she'd known about the vampires - but she'd not expected them in such numbers. Or to find what seemed like a full-on battle. Terry had always known about what was around in town, about the vampires and everything else, she'd even thought she was prepared for it - but the reality, she quickly noticed, was far far different.

Geo shot a thankful look towards the man who had pulled the vampire off before using a conveniently place headless body as a springboard, taking to the air with slightly more grace - but no less speed - than he had earlier. Sammy was...alright, not ok, but alright for the moment, and there were more of the vampire things hitting the scene. He scowled - as much as a bird can scowl - and wheeled to come lower near the edges of the melee, spraying the cayenne-and-pepper laced soap into the eyes of anyone Not On His Side that he could figure out.

Caleb slashed some more at the vamp he had, before it went limp and he looked back over and around to make sure no one he knew was getting their ass kicked. He did look up in time to see some stupid woman get bowled over by two vamps though, and a shriek lit out through the air. Swearing lightly under his breath, he murmured and borrowed some blood from the dead vamp to do one of his less destructive spells, the small black ball of energy that dropped down then shot off, barreling down on the nearest vampire it found.

Mathias got lucky - and he knew he was lucky and that it had nothing at all to do with skill as they came to a halt and the vampire suddenly clutched at his eyes and rolled away, screaming. Math saw something wheel off, but his attention was very firmly on the now-blinded vampire as he quickly dispatched him. The vampire dropped, giving Mathias a full on view of the screaming woman as she lost her fight and had her throat torn out. Shit.

As Ash finished another one off, his attention was drawn to the shrieking woman as well. Fuck, they'd lost one. But there was nothing to be done about it now. He blinked at the black energy ball that shot through his field of vision, but couldn't much worry about it's source at the moment. It seemed to be on their side, whoever it came from. Since they were feeding and distracted, he ran at the two who'd killed the woman, gun blazing to get one's attention.

Ohhhh shoot shoot shoot. There had been chaos and blood moments before, yeah, but the horrible coppery tang suddenly in the air? Yeah, that wasn't just blood; that was life's blood; that was the amount only smelled when someone was horribly and rather definitely dead. Geo only managed to hold back the gut-shaking nausea by the fact that this form had a stronger stomach - carrion bird, after all - but the screaming...the young wereraven shuddered, pulling away from his side of the fight with one purpose in mind: cutting and running now that Their Side had lost one: Sammy didn't need to see this. I didn't need to see this. the butcher's knife swung and slashed before him as he clawed and cut his way past anyone coming near, only thinking one thought: Get Sammy out

Melia had managed to finish off her vampire; she'd seen the man Caleb had been talking to kill one with a wooden stick, and after breaking nearly all major bones in her vampire's body, she'd had time to go find a stout enough branch on the ground. It had taken several stabs to find the right spot - where she assumed the heart was - but she'd gotten the job done in time to see the human woman die minus one throat. It looked like some of the others were upset by this; Melia, on the other hand, was wondering if she could have the body. If it was already dead, she might as well have it for dinner.

The scent of blood flooded his senses like it did in so many of his nightmares and Sammy's head shot up as he left off headbutting one of the vampires towards Ash. His head-feathers were ruffled by the wind as he craned his neck to try and make out just what had happened. Beady black eyes had just about given up when he saw the woman and his stomach gave an upset, uncomfortable lurch. Oh, gods. Someone - a woman? Had lost her throat. It totally wasn't there anymore, and there was way, way, way too much blood. He couldn't be sick right now, though, that could be dangerous.

People really needed to get the fuck out now. Caleb was of that opinion anyhow. See, things were fine when it was just he and Math. They had shit down. But add in a bunch of other assholes all fighting in chaos and confusion? Ones that he couldn't actually try and hit? Yeah. That just made it all exponentially harder. Fuck. He looked around, trying to see if there was any other angles he could take, and saw one headed up behind Melia. He acted before thinking about it, really and went straight for the throat with his blade, holding it with both hands as blade hit spinal cord fast. Thats what happened when there was that much momentum behind something. He stumbled back, sidestepping and dragging his knife out the side of the vamp's neck while he was at it.

A vamp stumbled over in his direction, and Ash was ready for it, swinging the machete hard to lop it's head off, just as the one he'd shot came rushing at him, head-wounds bleeding cold. It was pissed. It ran bodily into him, knocking his bladed weapon out of his hand. He brought the butt of the gun around quickly to cave it's nose in as he ducked an arm and lunged for the machete. Stakes, he should've brought stakes. Goddammit, why hadn't he brought stakes? He felt the stinging tear of teeth in his shoulder, knocked away by a fierce thrust of his elbow a second later, and then the blade was finding it's home in yet another neck. Jesus Christ, where were all of them coming from?

Geo lashed out one final time before he managed to snag Sammy's hand, yanking him away from the nearest vampires. He cast one last desperate look around before he flapped his arms once, hard enough that it felt like his arms were about to snap off. He took to the air, all-but dragging Sammy with him, only letting go once Sammy would wind up dragging him back down. He cawed once - a long, apologetic shriek - before he bolted into the night. He'd done all he really could - and shouldn't have been there, more than likely, in the first place.