"Snooping?" Max looked over his shoulder.

"Just looking at a newspaper clipping about the attack on my troops. It seems the samples from Lycans we killed that day got taken in by Dr. Cauldwell. The same doctor that is a Lycan, and is trying to create vampyric lycans. Or at least, that's what I get out of the deal." Seth turned and looked at Max. "So why are you up so late?"

Max shrugged. "Just don't feel tired." She pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes.

Seth stood up. "Hang on, I'll go grab you a chair if you feel like hanging out for a little while."

"Okay." Max felt weird standing there: no gun and alone with Seth. She shifted uncomfortablly.

"What was it that Rose mentioned about how you guys figured out how to stop Lycans from transforming? I'm interested on how you guys achieved that." He leaned back in his own chair, aware at how awkward the air felt. The group never did much with him unless it involved guns, so this was strange. He hoped this topic would excite Max and get her to open up.

Max smiled. "Lycan blood is a mix of animal and human cells. When they merge, a Lycan shifts. I managed a serum that shields the human cells, blocking it."

"Ha. I would have never thought of that. I'll stick with things that go boom." Seth picked up a pistol that was on his desk. "Take this for example. I can replace the firing pin on this gun with a spring from a pin. I can find ways to install an integral suppressor. But don't ask me to do anything that involves chemistry. I wasn't exactly a grade A student."

Max blushed. "I was expelled."

The night air was cold. Travis felt odd, still wide awake...but sleepy. In his stomach he felt a growl that was much stranger than any he had experienced before. His throat was dry, and his stomach was churning. He did'nt know whether he was hungry or thirsty. He hid his eye color, and changed his skin tone. He was oddly pale now...one of the things he did'nt really care for.

He moved along the street with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, wondering the best approach to take on his prey. He had never though of of an attack like this. He refused to kill the creature, only take what he needed and leave. It was so...wrong... He did'nt like this one aspect of being a vampire..the one aspect that made everyone hate vampires. It made him hate himself too, then he though about it. Was it any different then eating meat...or greens. He wasnt really harming anyone, and if he did kill them, all he need do is return his own blood to them and they would rise again. Although this was dangerous in the wrong hands, many new vampires were unstable. He himself was suprised at how calm he was.

Several battered people walked by, weakly smiling as he passed. He was still dressed in a military outfit. He ducked into a side alley, and though hard about changing his clothes....nothing happened.
'I guess that dosnt work then...'

He though about being stealthy...still nothing happened, though he felt a quick strain in his body, and he was slightly tired. He walked out back onto the street, and found that the people passing him did'nt take notice of him...it was as if he was...INVISIBLE! He looked down and saw nothing of himself.

Odd...he had never heard stories of invisible vampires. Things like this did'nt happen. Something was wrong...off... He went with it anyway, regardless of the odd circumstances. He ducked into an alley way and saw a military officer stroll by...gun in hand. He hated the human military. They were useless. Although their race was dying out, they did nothing to stop the war. They only patrolled their cities. Waste of time. He reached out and pulled the man into the alley, muffling a scream and diving into his jugular.

When the man dropped, he was unconcious, but still quite alive. Travis felt odd...then his brain went haywire. He saw flashes from the soldiers memory, and he saw his own face from the soldiers eyes.

"Now that...I know that never happens to vampires." He said it out loud.

He was full though...at least he had solved that problem. He looked down and saw that he could see his hands. They were...different though. He looked at his legs...different as well. He had the same clothes on, but they were oversized. He felt shorter...weaker...but still a vampire. He stepped out into the street and strolled down...getting odd looks from civilains passing him. When he came a cross a shop window, he glanced into it. He looked just like the guard he had fed off of.

"Now thats not supposed to happen." He was terrified.

"Oh. I wanted to drop out, but the Marines wouldn't take me if I did, and then I just decided to go to college and become an LT. I'd probably be living a normal life now if I hadn't joined up. But, what's done is done. It's worth it to feel like I'm saving people. Hey Max, I've got a question. How old are you?"

Max paled. "Why is it your concern?"

Seth looked away. "Just curious. It seems like I'm the youngest one here. Well, 25 is pretty young to be involved in your second war. Heh. Oh, and sorry if I seem like I'm prying. Just trying to make small talk." Seth hadn't looked at her the entire time he was speaking. Instead, he stared intently on the laptop in front of him. Probably too intently.

"I turned 16 yesterday."

"Holy crap. You're really mature for your age. I did not expect that. I mean, it's not that you don't look 16, it's just that the way you act and..." Seth rambled on for a few more seconds. "Okay. I'm using a lot of words but not saying much at all. Wheeeew. So, where did you learn everything? I've had good friends that had training in Combat Medicine but they couldn't take a bullet out that quick."