"Well tough guy, you just talked yourself out of this exchange." Anarchy Black said and jerked a thumb towards the door, "Get out."

      Blayne turned toward Mariana and looked to see if that's what she wanted.

      "Blayne, Please." She pleaded; she was terrified he was going to get her child killed if he kept this up.

      He dropped his feet off of the table, the front chair legs banged onto the floor. He slowly stood up, he leaned toward Mariana as he did and quietly said, "She's already dead. That's how these things work."

      He broke the shotgun open and headed for the door. He paused when he reached Anarchy and looked her in the eyes, "I'm leaving because she told me to, not you. And sooner or later we'll meet again," his eyes flicked to where Mariana sat twisting her hands into knots, " when there aren't civilians in my way."

      Anarchy gave a chuckle, "Just keep walking, Archon."

      Blayne walked outside knowing the kid was dead and Mariana was going to soon follow, but there wasn't much he could do about that. The door banged shut behind him. She was going to live or die by her decisions, not by rules he rammed down her throat; he had decided that a long time ago. He glanced over his shoulder at the door to the warehouse debating whether to just yank Mari out of there. She'd never forgive him if he did.

      As he stood there wondering what to do next, Alexander and Brendan came rumbling down the street on Alexander's Harley. Blayne shook his head and grinned, this wasn't over yet.

      Mariana jumped when Anarchy slammed the door behind Blayne. He meant well, but he was going to get Flora killed with his whatever it is he was trying to do. Blayne always seems to have this need to push or anger people. He doesn't seem to care too much about anything except acting like a tough guy, and she was more and more beginning to think it wasn't an act. She wasn't going to gamble her daughter's life on Blayne's need to give the finger to everyone he met.

      She realized she was wringing her hands together hard enough to crush bone, she tried to relax as Anarchy came over and took Blayne's seat.

      The female Sabbat smiled pleasantly, "Okay Mariana, let's deal."

      Alexander and Brendan rolled up to where Blayne was standing, removing the shells from his roomsweeper, "What's the word? We gonna kill 'em or what?"

      Blayne shrugged placing the shells in his right coat pocket, and reaching into his left drew out a couple more shells, sliding them into the shotgun. "No 'ifs' about it, the Sabbat bitch dies, it's just a matter of when."

      Brendan slipped off the back of the motorcycle and got down on his hands and knees on the sidewalk and proceeded to crawl around with an eyeball practically touching the ground. Blayne watched out of the corner of his eye, "Hatchet, we need to put some distance between us and here, the cops'll be comin' soon with that little fireworks display you put on earlier." he nodded towards the van wreckage.

      Alexander grunted noncommittally watching Brendan. One of these days he'd make Blayne stop calling him "Hatchet Jack," he hated it. That Toreador piece of shit was going to push him to far one day and he'd show him just how good he was with a hatchet. Till then, Brendan amused him far too much to ruin it by icing Blayne, but his day was coming, fast. "What about her?"

      Blayne shrugged again, "Her decision, she'll have no one to blame but herself if thing's go wrong. My money's on a dead kid and soon to follow mother."

      Alexander didn't offer to take any of the action.

      Brendan crawled around and came to a stop at a set of small feet in small shoes. He looked up. There was a little girl with a mop of disheveled hair, "I want to go home" she mumbled.

      "Uh, Blayne?" Brendan asked.

      He slowly looked over to where Brendan was and saw the little girl, "Is your name Flora?"

      The little girl shook her head, "No…"

      "Shit." The little girl was just a prop, Mariana's real daughter wasn't here. She was either dead or the Sabbat never had her to start with. Blayne turned, lowered his shoulder, and crashed through the entrance to the warehouse. He flashed through the main room, his vampiric Celerity granting him blinding speed. He crossed the room in a heartbeat, taking it all in as he ran - it looked empty. Damn. He burned through the room and cannoned through the back door. The door blew off its hinges. He kept charging, there she was, his eyes locked on Anarchy's back. He could hear the roar of Hatchet's bike behind him as he followed him in on his trusty steed. Gunfire erupted in Blayne's wake, leaving Brendan and Alexander in the middle of it.

      Anarchy managed to get turned to face Blayne just as he crashed into her. She grabbed him and rolled back, using his speed and momentum against him, flipping him over her. Anarchy kept her grip on the front of his coat as he sailed over her, slamming his back against the planks with a solid bone jarring thump. She pulled her self backwards in a reverse somersault, landing so she was straddling his chest. One hand had him by the throat, pining his head to the deck, her other hand flashed back, forming a knive hand strike, her claws out. Die, Archon!

      Something punched her in the ribs. Blayne grinned at her over the hand around his throat.

      He squeezed the triggers on the shotgun. Anarchy erupted into flames. She reeled backward howling like an animal. The flames raced across her body like she was soaked in gasoline. She flailed, wreathed in the flames from the dragons breath rounds Blayne had placed in the gun. She turned and twisted until she misstepped and plunged off the side of the walk like a meteor. Blayne leaped to his feet just as an explosion shattered the warehouse behind him slapping him facedown on the rickety walkway. Thick tentacles of fire reached out the windows and doorways. He got to his feet ignoring the inferno behind him, walked to the edge of the pier, searching for a sign of Anarchy Black. Damn. The bitch got away. Blayne had a rule: unless you saw the body, they weren't dead. Damn. Damn. Blayne hawked and spit into the water. Next time she won't be so lucky.