�What do you want Maddox?� she inquires as she goes to her wardrobe. Silent as he came in, he goes behind her and wraps his arms around her.
�You know,� he seductively answers, his light tenor sounding like silk. Deirdre turns in his arms to face him, her body pressed against his.
�Hmm, I seem to have and idea,� she lightly kisses his neck, �But what if�?� her dark brown eyes flash.
�Oh, you are such a tease!� Maddox replies in mock anger. Kissing her deeply, he steps back and lets her gather an outfit to wear. Tilting his head as she goes to change behind the screen, he looks around.
�You know, we are the first up. Why can�t we�?� he pleads. As usual she shoots him a glance from behind the screen. Happy to see that everything was going as usual, he continues the ritual.
�Because if we get caught, you know what�d happen,� she lightly retorts. Stepping out from behind the screen, Maddox tries to keep his breath. Deirdre was usually wore a pair of dark washed jeans, a tank, her trench coat and leather gloves to cover her agile hands. But that wasn�t what she wore this time. Leather pants graced her strong legs, and a leather corset as a top. Her usual trench coat was only down to her mid-calf. This trench was full, with a high raised collar that had been tooled. Mid calf high heeled boots finished the look. The only thing that remained the same were the leather gloves. Her hair was all pinned up. She had a rock on a leather cord for a necklace and two mix-matched earrings.
�Are you alright Maddox? You look like your ready to drop dead� oops! I forgot! You already�� Deirdre bantered.
�You look amazing Deirdre. What, may I inquire, is the occasion?� licking his lips, Maddox fights with his longing. He wondered what she thought of his apparel. He wore fairly loose fitting leather pants, a tight black cotton t-shirt and his own full length trench. He wore boots too, although his were for his bike. His callused hands had gloves too, but he had decided no to put them on.
�Did you forget, oh amazing Maddox? It�s my re-birthday,� she steps towards him, �I�m one-hundred today. I know that�s still young compared to some, but�� Maddox pulled her into him and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
�I guess I did forget. Forgive me?� he kissed her forehead, �And by the way, happy re-birthday,� And with that he pulled her into his arms and found that yet again, he had gotten his way.
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�Why should we submit?� boomed Alti, his blond hair flying as he shakes his head.
�I�m not saying �submit�, I�m saying try and make a treaty! If we can�t then the Promeneurs de jour will probably kill us off.�
�A treaty is just like submission. If Fiera were still here�� Alti tried.
�Exactly! Fiera isn�t here Alti! There are few Vrai Sang. We might have to make a �union� between us. May the Grandfathers forgive us, if we are to survive, we must dilute the vrai sang. We shall send you, Alti, as an envoy. Go, and do not shame us,� Dristig ordered masterfully. Alti stalked away, his hate for the Promeneurs de jour boiling. They had killed Fiera, his wildcat. Now they wanted him to make peace. Only if I can kill the one who killed Fiera. Only if her death is avenged. Alti went to the garage to get his Harley.
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Deirdre noticed, with some sadness, that most everyone didn�t remember her re-birthday. As she sulked in the alley way, she though of Maddox. Is he what he seems? Why does he care about me? He isn�t even my fabricant. Should we seek union from the Elders? Switching her attention to a possible kill, she looks cautiously at it. It was a �he�, as far as she could tell. About six foot five. Blond hair that came down roughly to his chin. He wore leather, and that�s when she knew. He looked at her, and suddenly was in front of her.
�I�m from the Vrai Sang. I am to meet with you�Elders?� his voice was deep and solid.
�Who are you, of the Vrai Sang, to seek meeting with the Elders? They are still probably feeding anyways,� Deirdre states with as much confidence as she can muster.
�I am Alti Ulv. I am an envoy from Dristig, the High King of the Vrai Sang. But if your �Elders� are feeding, like commons, then I too shall feed. But I am not familiar with the area. And I will need an escort to you �domain���Alti suggests.
�I will not have it said that the Promeneurs de jour , as you call us, are inhospitable. Come, I�ll show you the best feeding grounds, and then to the House,� Deirdre turns on heel and begins to walk. She heard him promptly follow her.
�Do you always dress like that?� Alti tries to sound indifferent. In truth his heart was pounding.
�Only on special occasions,� Deirdre retorts.
�And what be the occasion?� interested now, Alti lets it show in his voice.
�It�s my one hundredth re-birthday,� Deirdre sees no point in lying. She hears him stop. Smelling blood, she turns around. Alti has cut the palm of his hand and blood wells up from the wound.
�With the Vrai Sang, a one hundredth re-birthday is a great occasion. On it, we give our blood to the person celebrating their re-birth. It is a tradition, and you would dishonour me if you didn�t drink my blood, even if you are Promeneurs de jour,� Alti extends his hand towards Deirdre. Deirdre reaches for the bloodied hand. Pressing it too her mouth, she drinks the crimson liquid. Fire races through her as the blood goes down. She keeps her face impartial.
�As I said, I�ll not shame the Promeneurs de jour,� she calmly whips the blood off her ample lips. Alti nods his head.
�you have honoured yourself. May you live many more centuries. Now, were are we to feed?� his lust nearly overtakes him. Why was he reacting to her so? She was Promeneurs de jour. She spins on heel and guides him through the streets. A new figure steps out of the shadows.
�Deirdre! What are you doing here? You know this area is for�� Jonathan begins, as he pulls back his dark red hair.
�I have reason Jonathan. Alti Ulv of the Vrai Sang is here as an envoy from Dristig, the High King of the Vrai Sang. He is here to see the Elders. The Elders are feeding, so he has decided he to shall�� Deirdre is cut off by Jonathan�s frantic waving.
�Good grief Deirdre! You could�ve just said �Alti Ulv of the Vrai Sang�! Go and show him,� Jonathan steps aside. Alti and Deirdre glide by, with Deirdre leading.
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