He waited for the girl to put the phone back into her pocket, flashing teeth through his smirk. He remained leaning on the tree, it allowed his head to level out some and gave his failing balance a break. "Well, 1; nothing leaves a kill that clean with those neck wounds. 2; the tracks lead right here, where you seem to be the only humanoid around. 3; you still smell of it." The last comment might give some pause, as odd and out of place as it was but it was true. The scent of the kill, the blood, still clung to her. If not for his enhanced sense of smell Jack would never have tracked her down in the first place. He had met very few creatures with such a sharp sense of smell.

With some of his feeling returning, Jack became painfully aware his knife wasn't in his boot. Either it had been lost before whatever brought him to this place, or it was still on the ground where he woke up. He gave his foot a small twist, he didn't feel the weapon pressed against his ankle, yup, it was definitely gone.

The female seemed calm and cute enough, but he knew better then to write her off as no threat. If his guess was right, and at this point it seemed it was, then she had the edge on speed over him, he had strength over her. He kept his eyes on her, and expression relaxed and cocky, but he watched her every move for any hint of aggression.

Sophia had continued her treck in the woods for a few minutes when she could sense she was being followed by someone or something. She didn't find it necessary to turn around and face her stalker until he began to speak. She spun around and stared at him. He had made a comment about her being a vampire. Sophia shrugged slightly and replied calmly. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She sighed even she could tell that was a terrible lie. She huffed out a breath; it was so cold that you could see her breath like fog coming from her mouth.

Sophia crossed her arms across her chest and evaluated the boy infront of her. He had shaggy black hair and was attractive. Although, she hated how cocky he was. "What makes you so sure I did it?" She inquired, slowly raising her hand to her mouth to confirm that there was no animal blood on it. She didn't seem to be showing any signs that the kill was made by her. Yet this random guy comes up out of no where and knows she did it. First off, how does this kid no vampires exisist? Secondly, how does he know I'm one? She looked around, they were surrounded by a neverending line of trees on all sides. There was no way out of this forest. They were trapped.

Sophia couldn't help but wonder if this boy had anything to do with them being stuck in the middle of the woods. She eyed him suspiciously and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. "Dammit. No service." she cursed under her breath and slid her phone back in her pcoket. Then she continued to give the boy a stare down.

A girl laid on the leaf covered ground of the woods; she had no idea where she was. Her eyes fluttered open as she began to wake up. Her eyes scanned around. She had heard some distant talking, but wasn't that bothered by it. Her hands loosely played with the leaves as her hair tangled in small twigs and branches. Daisy finally hoisted herself up with the aid of a tree and rubbed her eyes. What had happened to her? She didn't know what had happened. A hand reached through her hair as her fingers played with her hair. She needed a plan. Whatever she had to do, she was going to do. Whether it was kill something/someone, fight.. etc. Even grouping with other people didn't sound so bad.

You know what they say about packs? Animals who hunt in packs can usually bring down rather large game, if they work together, but if not, the plan could be compromised and they would have to retreat in order to save themselves from being hurt. Wolves are a fine example of pack animals. They work together and stay together. A group of six people of different races and abilities was always good. Her eyes scanned the scenery around her once more as she found a rather large stick. Luckily she had her favourite knife on her and took it out of its sheath and started to sharpen one end of the stick. Soon she had a dangerous weapon that was light enough to carry, but dangerous enough to kill with a good strike to the heart, lungs or a swing to the back of the head.

She had to stay focus and calm. Being calm was the first thing in her mind that she had to do, and possibly group together with the others. Because she was Native, she knew the tricks of the trade. Really, she could do anything. Hunt, fish, trap.. etc. She learned it all. She even learned how to make a bow for hunting. A sigh escaped the females lips as she breathed in slowly. She calmed herself and grabbed her large stick and carried it with her, gradually making her way through the forest to a small clearing right inside of the woods. There was a rock she could sit on and so she did.

Striding over to the rock, she let her stick rest against it as her body drifted from the ground to the rock. Her feet a few inches off the ground she sat. The forest looked beautiful, but looks can be most deceiving. What is most beautiful is usually the most dangerous and this is what she meant. The forest was beautiful, but had an eerie feel to it with the fog that sat, never disappearing. Though it was unusually thick and white, it dissipated in places some of the times.

Daisy sat there, thinking, 'What the fuck am I gonna do?'

So far, Jack wasn't feeling too much better. The cigarette gave him something else to focus on rather then the constant sway of the ground beneath his feet. His vision switched between crystal clear and blurred, the fog not helping at all. He tried to glance about from his lean on the tree. He saw three other moving figures, but had no immediate desire to get to know them. For all he knew they where the reason he was in the middle of nowhere feeling like a hungover pregnant crack addict.

It was a different smell that started to pull Jack from his fowl mood. Blood. Clear, crisp, distinct. He glanced about another time, trying to find the source. That was when he first took note of the indentations into the ground. There was one where he had woken up, and two more near it. Across was another indent with someone else still passed out. Five, that put at least five people on the scene. He quickly glanced about to those up, none of them seemed to focus. Jack wasn't feeling to focused himself, but that smell kept pulling at his attention. He pressed his half-finished cigarette against his pants, forcing the ashes out, he then put it behind his ear to finish later.

He moved slowly and tried to make it look like he had no particular destination in mind. And with the help of the fog, he disappeared in seconds. Before he could start following the scent he came across a sixth indent in the earth. That made six people at least. It was a mere four or five yards from the others, but in the fog you could wake up here and not see anyone else. He moved to follow the scent, soon to learn if this mystery sixth person was the victim or the perpetrator.

Jack had trouble walking. The drugs or whatever they had used to bring him here where still plaguing him. A moments blood would rush to his head and threaten to force him into another black out. Regularly he had to slow or lean against something. His legs did not like supporting him.

The scent of blood led him to the deer carcass. Well he had his victim. He fell into a seated posture by the carcass. He needed to catch his breath. The carcass wasn't maimed, and it didn't look like it had long to struggle. It was a clean kill, so it wasn't any of the wildlife, or worse it might have been. For smelling so strongly, there wasn't a lot of blood nearby or on the carcass itself. That's when he decided to check the neck. Yup, vampire. Maybe the sixth person from where he woke up or whatever had brought them here.

With a heavy sigh he pushed himself to his feet, almost collapsing as soon as he did so. He swore under his breath, forcing his legs to lock and to keep him standing. There where tracks leading from the corpse, very faint tracks and few, but with luck there was enough to track the killer. Despite being terribly crippled by lingering side effects he eventually got close enough he could make out a blue-haired figure through the fog. In a split second he decided to take the gambit, and call her out on the kill, not knowing for sure if she had done it or not.

"So was it convenience, or are you one of those new age blood-suckers with morals?" He leaned against a tree, and forced himself to smirk. He'd look normal enough, even cocky. He looked many times better then he actually felt.

Sophia's eye fluttered open. She slowly sat up and looked around in confusion. She was alone in the middle of the forest. She tried to remeber how she got there but found no memory of it. In fact, she couldn't remember anything that had happend the night before. "Hello? Anyone there?" She called into the woods. There was a slight echo. But besides that the sound seemed to get trapped and muffled by the leaves littered all over the ground. A thick fog had formed around her feet as she stood. With a sigh she began walking forward. With any luck she'd find some sign of civilization.

Her stomach growled. She moaned and clutched it with one hand while she used the other to support herself against a nearby tree. It seemed like she hadn't fed in ages when in reality she had suck a human dry only a few days ago. She sighed and focused her all of her energy and attention on catching prey. She caught a sound of rustling leaves nearby and hid behind her tree. A deer passed by a few feet in front of her. Wait fot it...wait for it...NOW! She ran out and tackled the doe. It struggled but as it was fighting for it's freedom she snapped it's neck. It wnt limp in her arms and she bit down on it's neck. Warmth engulfed her as she drank the animal's blood. Within a few minutes she had finished it off. She dropped the and smiled. Blood dripped down her chin and splattered on her boots. She wiped the blood off her mouth with her arm and continued walking.

Samantha woke up quickly, looking around and alert. She was in the forest. Looking up she saw the tree tops and the sky, she looked down and saw the lush grass beneath her. The elf stood up and looked around, there were others around. Two guys were separated from everyone else and another was smoking. She narrowed her eyes and looked around.

"How did I get here?" Serena mumbled to herself. No one could hear what she said, it was so soft. What is going on? Samantha thought. She walked over to a tree and leaned against it, taking in everything she saw. Looking back and forth, seeing if there was anything she even remembered seeing before. But, there was nothing. How did I get here if I don't even know what this place is? Or where it is?

Samantha was calm, she wasn't one to panic easily. She would have to make the best of it, right? That's what she was taught to do, but she wasn't quite sure how to make the best of a place that she didn't know where it was. She stood against the tree and focused on one across from her, looking at it as she thought.

Jack slowly woke up, his consciousness in a thick fog. He was thinking before he was aware of it. His stomach spun around and his head felt heavy, eyes unwilling to open. He groaned, thinking of just laying there for another moment or two. Tried as he might he couldn't remember where he was or what he was doing there. Usually this mean that the previous night was a good night and now he was going to pay for it.

After a few deep breaths he pushed himself up and onto his ass. He leaned back on his hands, head tilting back as his eyes opened. Nothing was in focus. All he saw was blurs, it was frustrating. It was like the word at the tip of your tongue, he knew he was seeing something but he couldn't make sense of it. He was on the ground, that much was clear. Slowly the naked and gnarled shapes of tree limbs came into focus. He became aware that his hands pushed against dirt. His brow furrowed, this was new. What series of events would have ended him up here.

With another groan he pushed himself up onto his feet, staggering at first. After getting his balance he took two stumbled steps towards a tree, leaning against it. The only thing he cared to notice at first was how thick the fog around him was, and how much he needed a smoke. His right hand plunged into his cargo pockets, and with a sigh of relief fingers met a crumpled pack and a lighter. At least they hadn't gone missing on him. With slow and lazy movements he took a cigarette from the pack and placed it between his lips. The pack was returned to his pocket before he ignited the lighter. The small flame was pressed to the tip of his smoke, eating away at the paper, causing the contents to glow a dull red. Lit, he took a drag, extinguished the lighter, and shoved it back into the pocket as well.

Waking up laying on the ground of the forest the first thing Taemin saw was the sky and the tree tops. Sitting up he looked around and saw the others laying on the ground as well. "What happened?" he said brushing stuff from the ground out of his hair. Standing up he brushed the dirt off his clothes and quickly glanced around.

Walking up to the others one by one he stared at their chest's to make sure they were still breathing. Taking a deep breath after he checked the last one he stretched and sighed. "Hmmm....You've got to be kidding me" he muttered realizing they where in the haunted forest.

Walking away from the others he saw a guy sitting by himself a little way's off. "Who are you?" he asked shoving his hand's in his pockets as he walked up to him. 'Just try to look like your calm' he thought as he took a deep breath to calm himself down. It didn't work mentally he was still freaking out.