Plot:
People are dropping dead left and right in this 18th-century countryside of "Lucedi," a branch of the evil estate in Italy. Of course, law enforcement is lax and slow - considering the mountains surrouding the small, desolate colony.
The only explainable cause is the mysterous appearence of five strange people. One with silver hair, one with blood-red hair, two with black, and one with brown. Few people have told the tale of how this groups eyes change color often. No one lives to tell of their dangerous secrets.
The four beings are Aatik and Grayson Davis, Kirada, Jorje, and Joana MAcNiall. The group is none too friendly with Grayson and his growing posse of the undead, who threaten to expose the mythical secrets with every step they take. Trying to protect their mysteries, tiny microbursts of war take flight in the large pine forest and along the rocky ledges of the mountains. Body counts rise, law enforcement becomes thick.
And death is everywhere...

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Kirada paced the small floor of her bedroom in the cabin. She was waiting for her brothers to return with the bounty they had left days ago to hunt, and was beginning to worry. Aastik, her gaurdian, sat on a wicker chair and fiddled casually with his knife and a stick, striking it along the side to make tiny shavings. He bit his lip, his fangs digging lightly into the soft flesh of his pale lips.

"They will be back," he said and glanced up at Kirada with calm, light green eyes. "They always are, no matter how reluctant we are to have them back." He smiled, then tossed the stick into the fireplace, allowing the flames to lick it black. "Those boys always have been one for being clumsy, they probably killed more than they can carry."

Kirada paused, watching the flames. Her eyes turned to Aastik, scoping him. He was tall, at about 6-foot-four-inches, and wieghed the slender wieght of 215 pounds. His silver hair fell over his lady-killer eyes, and his duster reached the floor - covering his arms. His hands, arms, neck, chest, and part of his left leg were clad in permanent bandaging. But what took the attention from the old dressings on his neck was a thick, black leather collar with a silver cross pendant. Her golden yellow eyes scorned next. "Hopefully they didn't get into more trouble," she scoffed, ignoring his jokes.

She walked to the window, looking down the mountainside. She'd chosen the perfect place to build their home. Just far enough up to be warm, with a lot of woods and enough rocks to make maneuvering almost impossible. This was her safe haven. She looked up to the now-graying sky. A storm was approaching, and thunder trickled across the silence of the country. She crossed her arms nervously. "The tempest," she said lowly. "I hope it won't keep them longer."

Aastik stood, walking across the short room with his black boots making a muffled cuh-clunk noise on the wooden floor as he walked. He towered over Kirada from behind, reached around, and pulled her into a hug. "Hey, they're hunters. And so are we. If they're not back in two days I'll go look for them myself."

Kirada turned in his embrace, to face him, and looked at his face. "I don't know, Aastik. It just doesn't feel right." She sighed, hugging her life-long companion in return. "I'm worried," she whispered into his shirt.

Aastik chuckled. "They'll be fine. They're MacNialls, you foolish girls. Atop that, MacNiall men." He smirked out the window. "They're always on their toes and they're the best hunters."

Kirada turned as Aastik's arms fell, looking out the stained-red glass window to watch the first downpour of the season and to stare at the lightning-flashing sky. "I hope so," she sighed.

Night shoved through the brush, laughing happily. She didn't appear to be too old, maybe 22 or 23, and she was in the process of, almost literally, dragging her older brother up through these rocky hills.

He was suffering and already all cut up and stumbling after her in pain. "Cherry, if you make me go any further I'll tell father that you dragged me out here." he warned, collapsing and seating himself on one of the rocks, rubbing his calfs and thighs.

Night had stolen some of his clothing and tucked her hair up in a hat, and used a thick piece of cloth to bandage down her chest so that she looked like a boy and wouldn't get in trouble for coming up here. "Charles you wouldn't! If you did you would get in just the amount of trouble that i would get in. Father would be upset with you for allowing a mere girl to take you someplace. Come on ." she said, kissing his cheek lightly. "We must hurry if we want to make it before sunset. Johannes told me that it's very beautiful up here for sunset, but I do'nt think he's ever been." she said, laughing lightly as she helped her brother back up and towed him along.

He stumbled after her, whimpering. "Cherry ... this is terrible. I'm in so much pain and you're just going along, buzzing like a little bee. How come you don't hurt?" he whined.

She laughed and turned back to him. "I dunno." she said simply, before heading off again. She had a deep english accent, as did her brother, but she skipped along a few rocks, laughing back at him.

Within the next ten minutes she had reached where she was looking for and he
twirled around in the big opening in the trees. Her smile was wide as she looked over at her sagging brother, who collapsed on one of the small portions of soft grass, making her laugh even more.

She wasn't paying attention to the fact she may have onlookers, and she was too busy prancing around her brother, before she sat down beside him, huffing lightly. "Come on Charlie ... it's going to be amazing. Not too much longer now ..." she said, ruffling his hair lightly and grinning, standing and arhching her back, pointing her face up to the sky.