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Sunday: February 3, 2008
Who: Hayate [Narrative]
When: Evening, during this.
Where: The dungeon in Town Hall.
What: Hayate breaks out of his cage. Oh boy.

Hayate heard the commotion down the corridor. The guards were talking about a serious situation in the market place. He rose from his bed and walked up to the bars, leaning against them as he listened carefully for the words of the conversation. His sensitive vampiric hearing caught onto what was being said. There was mention of a rabid werewolf, a kidnapped boy, townspeople crowding around the scene, the boy was Constance Alexie’s grandson . . . Zach Kitano.

His vision turned red. Of all the things for the wolf to seek out, everything Dante sought to conquer just happened to be something that belonged to Hayate. The boy was his great nephew through many generations, the one tie Hayate still had to the world of the living, and this wolf just had to go after him. First, it was Chris. Now, it was Zach. Hayate felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins, red hot blood surging through his heart. The boy was his — his charge, his blood, and his . . . family.

Dante was mistaken if he thought he could get away with this.

Backing away from the bars, Hayate set his sights on them and steeled his muscles. He ran headlong into the bars, slamming the entire side of his body against them. They barely nudged. The vampire backed away and repeated the motion. Again. And again. Each time they shook harder — bent out of place. His side was searing from pain, but Hayate repeated the act. Again. And again.

Eventually, the bars would have to break.