“It’s simple,” Jayden said. “You run, we chase. If we catch you, you die. We’ll give you three minutes head start.”

The skinhead gang leader in front of her didn’t move. He had a pasty face and shark eyes. He was standing tensely, trying to look tough, but Jayden could see the quiver in his leg muscles.

Jayden flashed him a smile.

“Pick a weapon,” she said. Her toe nudged the pile at her feet. There was a lot of stuff there-guns, knives, baseball bats, and even spears. “Hey. Take more than one. Take as many as you want. My treat/”

There was a stifled giggle from behind her and Jayden made a sharp gesture to stop it. Then there was silence. The two gangs stood facing each other, six skinhead thugs on one side and Jayden’s gang on the other. Except that Jayden’s people wasn’t exactly normal gang members.

The skinhead looked down at the pile. Then he made a sudden lunge and came back up with something in his hand.

A gun, of course. They always picked guns. This particular kind was illegal to buy in California these days, a large caliber semiautomatic *censored*ault weapon. The skinhead whipped it up and held it pointed straight at Jayden. Jayden threw her head back and laughed. Everyone was staring at her-and that was fine. She looked great and she knew it.

Hands on her hips, black hair tumbling down her shoulders to her back, fine-boned face tipped to the sky-yeah, she looked good. Tall and proud and fierce…and very beautiful. She was Jayden Hillir, the huntress.

She lowered her chin and fixed the gang leader with eyes that were neither silver nor blue but some color in between. A color he had never seen before, because no human had eyes that color. He didn’t get the clue. He didn’t seem like the brightest.

“Chase this,” He said, and he fired the gun. Jayden moved at the last instant. Not that metal through the chest would hurt her, but it might knock her backward and she didn’t want that. She’d just taken over the leadership of the gang from ______* and she didn’t want to show any weakness.

The bullet p*censored*ed through her left arm. There was a little explosion of blood and a sharp flash of pain as it fractured the bone before p*censored*ing through. Jayden narrowed her eyes, but held on to her smile.

Then she glanced down at her arm and lost the smile, hissing. She hadn’t considered the damage to her sleeve. Now there was a bloody hole in it. Why didn’t she ever think about these things?

“You better run, boy,” She said, grabbing him by his jacket. Then she threw him.

The gang leader looked at her, looked at his gang, then turned and started running through the redwoods. The other gang members stared after him for a moment before diving for the weapons pile. Jayden watched them, frowning. They just seen how effective the bullets were against people like her, but they still went for the guns. And then things were noisy for a while as the skinheads started firing. Jayden’s gang dodged easily, but an exasperated voice sounded in Jayden’s head.

She flicked a glance behind her. _______* Was seventeen, a year older than she, and her worst enemy. He was conceited, stubborn, hotheaded and power-hungry-and it didn’t help that he was always saying she was those things, too.

“I told them three minutes,” She said out loud. “You want me to break my word?”

The next thing she knew ____* was knocking her backward. He was lying on top of her. Something whizzed over them and both of them hit a tree, spraying bark.

_____*’s gem-green eyes glared down into hers. “But…they’re…not…running…yet…” he said with exaggerated patience. “In case you haven’t noticed.”

Jayden kicked him off. “This is my game! We play it my way!”

Suddenly the skinheads all took off running. So did Jayden’s gang. _____**, the biggest and always the most impatient, took off, yelling something like “Yeeeehaw!” Destiny and ______**** , a slight blond and a tall dark girl ran behind him, always sticking together. Julian hung back, staring with his cold eyes at a tree, waiting to give his pray the illusion of escaping.

*-Jayden's worst enemy. Male. The co-leader of the group. TAKEN.

**-Big and tough. Male. Very impatient.

***-Thin. Female. Sort of quiet. Sticks with **** TAKEN

****-Tall and dark-skinned. Female. Sticks with *** TAKEN

*****-Mysterious and cold. Male. Anti-social. TAKEN

The reason I don't have names for them is because YOU get to pick.

This is a roleplay about a vampire gang. I play Jayden, the leader.

I would prefer if you have roleplayed with me before if you would like to join.

There are only seven characters, including myself as Jayden.

This plot is based off of the Seventh Night World story entitled "Huntress."

LadyTsunade is my co-owner.

Bios however you like.

You can make your characters however you wish, as long as they all have the qualities listed either in the story or in my deion for them.

Join away.

Oh, and for proof you have read the whole plot, please tell me what Jayden was calling the gang members.