Adder was gone. Jester had found his note first, as always, the first one up. He knew Calla would be devastated to find out. He didnt want to say anything. Ana hadn't returned last night either, though Jester had waited up for her. She may not come back. So holding the note, Jester made his way up the stairs to Demrins room, where he knocked politely, and waited for an answer. Demrin opened the door just a crack, so Jester assumed Calla was in there as well, and still deep asleep. Wordlessly Jester handed the note to the Warlock.

"Ana's gone too." He said. "I think I'm going." Demrin looked up from the note in surprise.

"Why?" the warlock asked.

"Ana's gone. I think she's with--Lukah." The name hurt. "So I'm going back to London, I can get there on my own so, dont worry about me."

The warlock didnt say anything, so Jester kept talking. He wouldnt have to chance to talk to another person again for a long time.

"I was going to ask you to take my memories away, the ones of her, but, I want to keep them. They were good." He started to back away. "If Ana comes back, tell her... Tell her I want her to be happy, and if she's happy with him, he can have her. If he's there, tell him to take care of her for me." Demrin closed the door, but before it completely closed, Jester thought he saw sadness in the warlocks eyes. "We're all going now. Separated." Jester whispered to himself, before turning into a bird and flying away.

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Jester entered the warehouse just as a ceremony was going on. Scott, eyes colder than ever, chanted something in a strange language, before him lay the five ingredients on a table. A vial of silvery liquid, ghosts blood. Two strange red lumps of tissue, the vampires tongue, and the succubus heart, two small orbs, eyes, from a warlock, and most gruesome of all, the skin of a human girl, about the same age as Ana, completely intact, save for one long slit down the back. Inside its container the Darkness swirled and writhed, as if excited. As Jester watched, horrorstuck, the darkness was released, and it descended on the ingredients, the skin seemed to inflate, and the other ingredients took their places inside of it, then the slit stitched itself up, the darkness still filling the skin, until, with a massive gasp, the girl seemed to come to life. She leaned against the table, weak at first, but rapidly gaining strength. Scott took off his robe and draped it around her. She smiled, a cold, cruel smile.

"Oh, it is so good to have a body again." She said. He voice was musical, she was very pretty, but her eyes, ice blue, sparking with magic, reminded Jester of who she was. The Evil. She walked towards Jester, stroking his face with a manicured nail. "Oh, he's cute, may I have him as a pet?" Jester shuddered under her touch.

"The shapeshifter is a tracker, miss." Scott said. "He will do your bidding without question."

"Good." The girl said. "Get a collar on him, and then, let us go to my palace." Scott seemed to grumble.

"But of course, I've been keeping it ready for your return." He said out loud. Jester knew they were talking about Scott's residence, he'd never been there before, but, it was sure to be opulent. Evil is always greedy. A collar was snapped around his neck, enchanted to always fit, and a length of chain was attached.

"Onward to the palace," The girl said imperiously. "We will put the Plan into action on the next full moon." She turned back to Jester stroking his face again. "Meanwhile, you can help me adjust to my new body." Jester suppressed another shudder.The girl walked forward, holding the end of the chain, Jester followed submissively. "Oh, it is good to be back." The girl said, smiling over her shoulder. It didnt reach her stolen eyes. "Scott, I want something fresh for breakfast, I want to taste blood again."

Jester cringed, she was nothing like Ana. She was Evil.

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The sequel from Dark of the Night. Read the original first in order for it to make sense :}
http://www.protagonize.com/story/dark-of-the-night

With me, TheRosesBloom, Anna_Devlin, Colm and JSimmons.

Name: Ana Sommers
Age: 17
Appearance: Olive skin complexion, dark eyes. Favours black kohl. Long dark chestnut colour hair, falls in layers past her shoulders. Roughly 5 foot 5 with a slender figure. Very pretty.
Personality: A little introvert. Has no self esteem and little confidence. Extremely loyal and caring, always looking out the best in everyone. Believes everyone deserves a second chance. A little naïve.
Other: Moved to London with her brother Reuben, 19, to get away from their parents. Comes from a broken home. Always relies on her big brother to help her, would feel lost without him.
Type: Human
Author: xkatieshepherd


Name: Demrin Artuna
Age: 60
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall and slim, Long greying hair, crooked nose(previously broken), Long, black robes( to aid him in blending into the darkness), A single long, thin scar marks his left cheek, his eyes are deep green,
History: He trained for ten years with the previous Warlock and upon the death of his master, gained the title. He has yet to take an apprentice of his own as he has dedicated most of his life to his fight against the dark.
Personality: Prefers to keep to himself however is a definite people person once he gets to know them, Resilient, Strong willed, Loyal to his people, Sees himself as a defender of the people
Magic: Controls the elemental magics(Fire, Water, Earth and Wind), has dabbled slightly in the dark magics in his fights against the dark( he finds them a useful weapon),
Author: Colm

Name: Calla Wiles
Race: Succubus
Age: undetermined, but appears as 22
Appearance: teased blonde hair with wild streaks in varying colors. Slender frame and nice, ahem, assests ;)) wide violet eyes that depict innocence, even though we all know she's anything but. Favors revealing clothes and stilettos. She can change her appearance slightly to fit into whatever role she needs.
Personality: demands to be the center of attention, sometimes acting out to do so. Short tempered when she doesnt get her way. Loyal to those who she truly loves, even though love is usually a mystery to her. Maybe the one thing she needs to figure out.
Author: TheRosesBloom

Name: Known only by the nickname "Adder" for his sharp fangs, (his real name is Cyrus Kyote though no one knows that)
Age; Physical age: 21 Actual age: 256
Appearance: Very Dashing. Stands about 5' 10". Pale but handsome. His hair is shaved just above his skull, the hair buzzed on his head is black . He is slender, yet fairly muscular with a toned figure. His irises are an enchanting dark blood red, most humans don't notice (and if they do it's too late). He has flawless pale gray skin and sharp pearl white fangs. Often has a twisted grin set on his face. He wears a black zip up hoodie with the words "Pain in the neck" in white and an outline of bloody fangs hanging from the words. He also wears all black cargo pants that just drape over his red converse high tops. Has two silver snake bite piercings on his upper lip and one silver stud on the edge of his right eyebrow.
Personality: Dangerous, Cynical, Apathetic, with a sick sense of humor. Dark, Predatory, Sadistic, and Charming. He plays himself off as a college student with gothic influences but he is really a mysterious vampire that has been hanging around London for the past few months. He can be very tricky and sly, with wit and a silver tongue to sweep anyone off their feet.
Other: Not much is known about him except that he hangs around many of London's clubs, raves, and parties. Has not real friends and is very guarded about his past or anything personal about him. Loves warm blood mixed with a shot of vodka or a fresh human (takes only young teens/adults because their blood is the purest). He also has hyper senses and abilities that no one knows about.
Type: Vampire
Author: Anna_Devlin

Name Jester
Age: 17, (he thinks)
appearance: Being a shapeshifter, it changes, I'll describe each form thoroughly. True form is something like a cross between a cat and a human, pointed ears on top of the head and a muzzle, short side of average for a human, often down on all fours, though could stand up straight easily. Dressed in a black suit that can change into just about anything clothingwise.
personality: Quiet but mischevious, does what he's told without question, though in his own way.
other: Raised by the people who finding this big, Evil. He hasnt known anything else but the dark room he's kept in, the facility the room is in is inside some big London warehouse.
author: JSimmons

updated May 30 '11 by xkatieshepherd