The Times of Peril
The crowded room was full of insults, petty arguments, and lies, and that just explains the Toreador. People grew restless, awaiting their awal prince. Situations started to become dangerous as a new face walked into the room. He had long brown hair, and wore a black trench coat that hung tohis feet. strapped to his back was a long, ornante sword in a sheath.
Everyone hushed in the room. Staying as still as rain. The man looked around to each person standing.
"Hello Gorgeous" sneered Alexander as this new brute of a man, He quickly glanced to Terese.
"Terese, betcha 3,000 that I get him in bed tonight. I'll even through in my newest car" He said with a sneer.
Terese was lost in thought about her love.
"That's nice Alexander.... oh Dion, why? why now? why us? why blood?.... " Terese said un-nowing that she just said that out-loud.
"Get over him girl. You should check this new boy out. I'm guessing brujah, but then again, he could be Toreador. I mean look at the way his ass..." He was caught short by Terese standing up and walking from the room.
"I need to figure things out. I need to just be alone for a while" She opened the door and was met by a pair of rich brown eyes that where all too familiar.
"Teresee" Dion spoke, wanting to keep it short but sweet.
"Dion" She replied. She could feel her body lurching forward to him. An un-setteling feeling of danger came washing upon her, she could feel herself shying from him. His magnetism was too great thought. She grabbed ahold of his shoulders and pressed against his chest with her face.
"Terese NO!" he shouted as the sudden smell of charred flesh began to fumigate around the office.
There was a strange flash of light, eminating itself off of his body. The sound of electricity crackling for a moment, and Terese ended up soaring through the air and into the arms of the new gentleman.
Dion, at the sight of his beloved in the arms of another, became angered.
"Unhand her you fiend!" He shouted. The gentleman looked at him in bewilderment.
"Look, dude I" he managed to get out before Terese was laid down and the new man was slammed by Psychic Force against the wall.
"That is enough Dion" The new voice sounded old indeed and full of wisdom. He turned and let the man drop to the ground.
"My prince, I'm sorry. I never meant to..." He was caught short.
"Into my office, I'll handle you in a moment" He spoke with agitation.
Dion nodded and exited the room. The prince, as ugly as he was, appeared to be glowing, radiating with a new type of pleasure. Alexander was quick to read into this and so, took a place next to him.
"The Sabbat has claimed one of our kind. Electra, Hailing from Clan Tremere, was found mangeled and twisted beyond belief. She will be sorley missed." His voice seemed to hang a bit heavier with every word.
A woman stepped out of the darkness of the crowd. Her long black hair braided into twists, a long flowing robe with deep arcane runes on them flashed, a wizards hat with a star hanging from the tip.
"My prince, I'm fine. I barley survived. It was about to kill me when I" She was cut off.
"We need to pull together here. This is a time for war and survival rathen then parties and other happy things filled with light. I blame myself for not being able to help her.," The prince turned away for a moment.
"My prince" Electra said a little more forcefully. "I'm alright. I'm standing 6 steps away from you. I Made it out." She flayed her hands in the air.
"My Prince" Alexander chimmed in. Electra rolled her eyes and folded her arms together.
"Electra's death comes at a most inconveint time. With all that has happened, it shows a passionate prince feels sorrow and is just as vunerable as we all can be" He set a comforting hand on the Prince.
"Let Electra's triumphs and pains strengthen us all in our time of pain" Alexander said looking about the crowd.
"Morons, ALL OF YOU! I'M FREAKING STANDING RIGHT HERE! ALL MORONS!!!" Electra said throwing her hands up and walking from the room.
"Now on to buisness. The Sabbat are near, we cannot afford another attack. We need idea's. Brainstorm Everyone." The prince said taking a seat.
"We could lure them out of hiding using a disguise. That would make things all the easier to search out what parts of town they are inhabiting." Spoke Nathan, who fumbled with his robes and tore the hat off his head.
"No, No it is too risky" replied the Prince. He suddenly got up. "I have it"
"Why don't we send some people out on the town in disguise to trace where in the city the Sabbat has a base!" He looked to the council. Praises and cheers arose at the Prince's Idea.
"Never thought I would say this, but Electra was right. You are all a bunch of Morons" He shook his head and walked out of the room.
"Dion, What do you think about the prince's plan?" Alexander turned to face the italian man in his robes and hat.
"I think it is a good base plan, but how are we going to" he was cut off by anther roar of excitement.
"The warlock agree's!! The Warlock Agree's" The chanted. Dion's fury rose.
"I'll give you Warlock." Dion said venting his frustration.
Stay Tuned for the next exciting episode of Passionable Circumstance!
