The music.. the uncanny music of it all.. It kept playing. People dancing, enjoying life. Something that the kindred in the room could no longer do.
"Alexander?" spoke a young woman. Her dark hair swaying in the breeze behind her. Her leather one piece cat suit clung to her body in rapture. She removed her trendy and expensive sun glasses and looked into the sorrow filled eyes of Alexander.
"Go away Therese. I feel as if the centuries have just weighed in on my shoulders. I'm burdend with things your mind couldn't even fathom" He took a bite out of a french fry.
Therese looked at him with confusion. " Ok. Have you seen Dion? I've been looking for him for a few days now. A little worried about him. I hope he hasn't done something stupid and drank from, oh what is it called, a Vaulderie cup and say suddenly combusted everywhere. I would hate to think that I would standing in a little pile of my beloved right this second. I think" She was cut short by Alexander gripping her arm.
"The weight. Can you feel it Therese? Does it not pull you farther down into the abysmal darkness... oh the dark. My heart is heavily weighed at the loss of Alamar. I know it to be true for it has come in a dream. He no longer walks with us on this day. I only ask for a moment of" He suddenly haulted at the new figure that seemed to linger by the doorway. He was rich, that much you could tell about him. An aura of great respect and intrigued followed in his wake. The suit, the pull, Alexander soon fell into a trance.
The Music.. the infernal music-- Thought Nathan has he closed his book and braced the bookshelf from toppeling over. Ghouls of every sort soon found their own bookshelf to stabalize before they too toppled over. Dion, with a wave of his sexy italian hand, stopped three bookshelves from toppeling over.
"One would think not to put a chantry right next to a toreador establishment. They could also just simply look next door and see us for christs sake." Said Electra shoving a bookcase back into place.
"Now, now do not loose your cool. Come watch this." Dion said aloud. The other two propped their bookshelves against the walls and followed him up to the highest tower.
The prince sat lost in thought in the empty chamber. Thinking of a love he had lost. He could feel the pull of pleasure slowly fading from his mind. He knew he had lost him.
He sat perplexed.. but still able to contemplate. From the door came a light tapping. He sat up right and pulled his senses to listen to what was behind the door.
A heavy brittish accent came from the other side.
"Fortuna, for godsake! Put the baby wiped away." obviously male.
"I'm making sure the prince can see me for all my worth" Obviosuly female.
He stood for a moment, brushed himself off and beckoned for them to enter.
Two figures walked in. The boy was dressed in cut off shorts, a tight green shirt, brown ankle hiking boots and breasts... yes breasts.
The woman was dressed in a fine buisness suit. Chop sticks held her chesnut brown hair up and out of her porcelin face. She straigtened her glasses, set her briefcase down and readied her hand to shake the princes.
"My Prince, I'am Fortuna Di'Sanguisto and this is my brood mate, Mallous Croft" She motioned to the boy standing next to her.
"He has breasts" The prince said very observantly.
The boy simply scoffed. "Side affect." He said unamusingly. The prince rose an eye brow.
Dion heaved the last door opened. He walked in casually. Looking over into the corner, he noticed Ishtar and Sampson sitting down, drinking tea together. Speaking in their gravely voices.
"Ishtar, Sampson you should go and man the regent." Dion said with authority.
The two coughed for a moment and stood to their full hieght.
"We're on break. Sorry about that." spoke sampson. Ishtar smiled.
"Oh, it's ok." Dion said smiling. The pair sat down again.
The other two apprentices came into the room.
"ISTAR? SAMPSON? WHAT ARE YOU" began Electra. Dion turned to her.
"They are on break" He said. The two tremere "oh'd" simotaneously.
Dion went to the center of the tower and raised his hands.
"I call to the spirits of the flame. To destruction incarnet, to the searing salvation of all. The heat of passion, the un-avoidable curse to the kine, the begining, middle and end." A small orb of flame circled around him.
"I call to the force of raw power." He continued. The flame began to shape as it withdrew. He stepped out to the edge of the tower.
"Go destroy" He spoke as he pointed to the middle of the crowd. The myst of red floated down until it landed in the middle of the passing crowd, and formed into a fire elemental. Searing heat came off of it's body. It's eyes danced in a yello light. It rose both of it's hands and smashed against the ground. The streets parted and collums of flame soared into the night. Magma slowly began to seep around the creatre, feeding it.
"I'm not done.. watch this.. just for good measure." Dion said he looked up to the heavens and chanted once more.
"Come to your master, the master of the storm. Feel the speed, break the light, come one and all, bring the blight." He said as colums of lighting ripped from the sky and flashed toward the creature. It screeched with pain as it expolded into heated spikes that empaled near by passer by's. The bolts stopped, the magma receeded, all was normal again. And nobody down below seemed to notice anything had happened.
