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Dark collapses and changes back to his normal form.

The frog turns into toasted remains and fall apart. Somehow within that goo was a motionless vampire that was still alive, but covered in the thick cooked gooey mess.

Sterling didn't even have the strength to stand. He did slip his hand into his trench coat, however, enough to find a stake and secure it in his grasp. He was hoping however that the vampire would just run for it.

The vampire stirs, then flees quickly screaming after seeing the goo.

Elder snorts, and Dark was unconcioud, arm still scarred.

Then a skull from a long dead cow lands beside Sterling loudly.

Sterling didn't have the energy to flinch; which was probably good because he'd more than likely would have flinched into the path of the incoming cow skull. He blinked at it and then closed his eyes.

"If you wanna kill me, please don't bother waking me," he muttered.

Elder looked up and paled, but stayed silent, before falling asleep.

Dark dozed off aswell.

A few hours later they all awaken well-rested. Or so it seemed. Elder was still wide-awake and looked terrified. He was still looking at the ceiling. But it seemed nothing was there.

Sterling groaned and managed to find enough energy to raise himself to his feet. He stumbled to the water and then back again, having satiated a number of bodily needs, and that was when he saw Hybrid staring up at nothing.

"Uh, Hybrid? Whatcha looking at?" He looked up at the ceiling.

What Sterling saw was a pitch black creature that looked all too familiar to hunters. But all Elder saw was a black kitten with glowing green eyes.

He reacted as only a Hunter crossing a vampire would. He flung the remaining holy water--of which there really wasn't much--at the creature above him whilst drawing a stake from his trench coat.

The water hits and the creature falls to the ground hissing in pain and kicking as its writhing skin sizzled from the water. But it's feet were demon-like, edged in spikes with a ragged horse tail thrashing about in pain. ''Hiss!'' It screeched, holding it's face and fidgeting in agony. It almost looked to be a living shadow, if it wasn't for it's gruesome appearance.

Sterling wasted no time; he sprinted forward, stake at the ready. Frankly it had been too long since he had a plain, simple vampire to attack. He missed those days, now that he was spending his free time hanging out with demons.

"You messed with the wrong hunter," Sterling yelled, bearing down on the shadow creature with his stake. That was before he realized it had a tail...and that by having a tail it obviously couldn't be a vampire.

The creature snarls and tackles Sterling with full force, claws spread. A skeletal face of a dog with brown furry ears pinned back. It's hands had veins visible from it's fingers. Monster hands, ending in metal claws. Metal ridged it's spine, while snake scale armor covered it's belly. The stake shattered, and the fiend growls, blood from it's eyes dripping onto Sterling.

He felt the stake give and crumble, and he realized he was in trouble as he fell back, the creature on top of him.

"No!" He yelled, pummelling the creature with his fists. He threw as much weight behind his punches as he could, aiming for the creatures skeletal face and jaw. He felt the blood splatter, but he didn't have presence of mind to think much about it. Only that he wasn't going to have his own blood spilled.

"Get off!" he grunted, landing a particularly heavy strike on the creature's face.

The creature staggers back as part of its skull cracks and partly shatters. It winces, holding it's head as pain went zapping through the broken bones to show it's frail rotted flesh under the skull it had. It pulled away a blood ridden hand from its face and narrowed it's darkened eyes at Sterling.

A shadow demon, on of the few that was still alive. A well known type that ordered vampires that the masters couldn't order around places. The only injury it has thus far was a shattered skull from the punch.
''Your going to regret that.'' It hissed, clenching its fist together and cringing still from the cracked bit.

"It's not nice to lurk before eating," Sterling retorted. "What are you doing here?"

He took a step back, readying himself for another attack.

''I came here to find this so called hunter that killed off my kind!''

Sterling's stomach dropped. He was a hunter and he'd killed plenty of demons, vampires, and weres. "What kind is that, exactly?"

''Shadow demons. They used to reign over vampires until hunters started killing us! I can tell by your outfit your a filthy hunter too!''

Sterling paused long enough to stuff the silver pendant back under his shirt. "I've never killed any Shadow Warriors. But if you're responsible for the mass slayings of humans by vampires, I'll have no problem trying to take you down."

Shadya snarled and charged at Sterling again violently. His tail swung side to side harshly as he ran, until he turned into a moving shadow that was hard to see and even harder to hit.

Sterling retreated. He couldn't see enough to hit and he didn't like being in confined places in the first place. He might have better luck outside anyway, and he was in luck to find that the darkened sky was beginning to lighten with sunrise.

"Oh please rise faster," Sterling muttered, stumbling backwards and landing on his back. He rolled to the side, hoping to evade the creature's next attack.