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The Duke of Central London's Samhain festivities are open upon invitation only. Those who are fortunate enough to have received one, either from the Duke himself or from one of his guests, are privy to quite the affair. Raymond has obviously been planning this for some time now, and the bar is fully stocked, the room fully decorated for the festivities. Collected from the fae hunt that their leader had encouraged, fae blood flows freely, available freshly served in punch bowls or straight from the source itself, in the form of kidnapped fae off of the streets. The vampires who partake are drunk with it and high on the euphoria that it offers, a drug unlike any other their kind can partake in.

As promised by Raymond himself, it is a rave the likes that London has never seen before. And it's about to get a lot more memorable still...

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As another vampire charged her, Caroline began to wonder if there was ever going to be an end to this fight. Well, obviously there was one way to end things for her but she wasn't counting her own death as an option.

She spun out of the reach of the approaching vampire, using his speed and bulk against him. She turned quickly and stabbed her stake into his back but he moved at the last moment, so she didn't pierce his heart.

"Damn it," she muttered, especially since she was again unarmed. At least the vampire couldn't reach the stake and use it on her, though he was trying. She moved to stand in front him then, while he was still trying to get it out of him, she threw herself at him, pushing him back into a nearby wall. As the stake made contact with the wall, it was driven further into his body, finally reaching the heart and killing him.

This happened just in time for her to catch the end of the bobcat's transformation. Okay, shapeshifter then. Caroline put that down as something that was good to know, but not necessarily something she could put to much use right now, given that he was already doing what he could to kill Harris' supporters.

The one trying to make a break for it through Caroline's line getting staked riled more than a few of those hesitating at the door. Between her, the other vampires slowly working their way through them, and Daryl, they were starting to see their own deaths flash before their eyes. Flight wasn't much of an option. They were damn near in a turkey shoot.

One of them broke from the rest, hands up, panicked, blood of other vampires and fae soaking his shirt. "I surrender!" He shouted, glancing around and lowering himself to his knees. "I'll serve Jean-Claude! I don't care about Harris! Please I-"

The bolt that now stuck out of his chest cut him off and Daryl loaded the one that had been in his teeth. He glanced around at the others on Jean-Claude's side as if to remind them not to go easy on the Harris' cronies, "No survivors."

Caroline saw the vampire try to surrender, and then saw the shapeshifter kill him anyway. She didn't like it but there wasn't anything to do right now but accept it. Better safe than sorry, right?

The next vampire to try and escape didn't offer any pleas for leniency, which made it easier for Caroline to drive a stake into her heart. But it still felt a bit different, less of a necessary evil and more of a mindless slaughter.

Jean-Claude had been more than clear about his intent and as the night and fight wore on, Daryl got the idea in his head that maybe - just maybe - he'd been tasked with watching the door (along with a couple other willing Hillingdon hunters) along side the actual Islington supporters to make sure those orders were carried out. Many of the people - vampires, monsters in human form because Daryl didn't want to give them even the mental dignity of being called a person - they were killing tonight were friends and probably even family to those who supported the new leader. It would be hard on them to not let one or two go out of loyalty or love if there wasn't someone there to reinforce the need to not be lax in their executions. Those same people might be friends and family of a few, but they were also the ones most willing to attack anyone openly, to drain fae of their blood, to drag shapeshifters from their beds and into the night for blood sports and death.

They were the enemies of Islington's new leader.

Daryl would give them no mercy and he would make sure no one else did, either.

In reality it didn't take long for things to settle down. Maybe a half-hour to an hour after everything got started. The fighting inside died and there were eventually no more bodies making their way out. Things went quiet before new celebrations started. He could only assume that meant Jean-Claude had been successful.

And with the change in the air, Daryl relaxed enough to start walking from body to body and make sure each and every one had been dealt with appropriately. He'd ripped a fair few throats out, after all. Those would need to be stabbed before they got themselves fixed. As he did so, he started looking to the Vampires who were there with JC and nodded to each of them as he came up to them, gave them a quiet thanks and "Ya did good."

Once the fighting stopped, Caroline found herself just standing there, staring at the scene around them. She'd been in fights before, killed people before, but nothing that was on this scale.

She looked down at herself and she's covered in blood. A bit of it is hers but not most. She took a deep breath and clasped her hands tight in front of her, to try and keep them from shaking.

When the shapeshifter got near her, she looked up. "Don't thank me," she said softly. "I just did what had to be done."

"Don't change that you did good doing it," he said back, tone going soft. "Ain't an easy thing to do. Makin' a choice like this. Ain't easy to be proud of, neither."

He was speaking somewhat from experience. Not from killing a lot of people, but rather from cutting off family ties when he left home the way he had. Almost three years in and he hadn't looked up his brother or checked up on him out of fear he'd get himself dragged back to Georgia and entangled in whatever Merle was up to. Or worse, find out his brother had gone off and gotten himself killed. It was easier to live in the limbo of the unknown.

"You need a towel or somethin'?"

She thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. "It's probably not worth it, not until everything's cleaned up. At which point, these clothes are definitely going in the garbage." Not just because of stains - though they would no doubt be stained - but because she didn't want to see this outfit ever again.

"Why did you help?" she asked after a moment. People killing vampires wasn't surprising, but doing it to help another vampire was.

Daryl could understand that. He didn't have a lot of outfits, though, so as long as his cleaned up decent he'd be keeping his. And he wasn't quite as covered as she was. The joys of using a crossbow for the majority of the fighting.

He shifted the weight of his bow on his shoulder and shrugged, "Jean-Claude asked me to. Promised to make changes so shifters weren't being targeted no more." And Daryl trusted him to keep his promise.

Caroline nodded. That made sense. "Hopefully no one's targeting." She included vampires in that no one. Ever since she'd move her, she'd felt vulnerable in ways she wasn't used to. In ways she didn't want to get used to.

"I should probably go inside, see if there's anything else that needs to be done."

There was at least one vampire outside Islington he didn't want targeted either, so for that sentiment he definitely agreed.

"Okay," he said, nodding at her suggestion. "If you see Jean-Claude, tell him to get his ass out here 'fore sun up."

"Sure, will do," Caroline promised, before heading towards the door. Before going inside, she turned back. "I'm glad you guys were here to help."

"You, too," he answered back with a half smile and a lifted chin. The sentiment was honest. He was glad to have other vampires in Islington on 'their' side. He'd never had anything personally against the group as a whole until Harris entered the picture and called a free for all on shifters. But it was difficult to not come down with a case of hate after what he'd gone through. Being reminded that not all of them were like that helped keep things in perspective.

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