Journal Two: Tradition--Myths of the Night
2004--Blood Ties�

Chapter 16--Dubious Intentions: The Beginning

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

Wolfbane Estate, 9:30pm
If one's life could be recanted, to start a new with the conscience knowledge of before, would we fall into the security of old habits and choose to do as before, or would it play out into an entirely different avenue? Would those opportunities missed become the driving force of how we chose to live? Quiet obsession that inevitably would prove to be sheer insanity. Striving to partake in all that we were excluded from prior. This thinking very much the haphazard calamity of the truly deranged, but then again, if one is to know thine enemy, truly know, then he must become them to a certain extent. This the reasoning behind His dealings with his father's former partner. To try to pry into the mind of something that for years has went overlooked. Marcus Xavier. And this eve, as the Tzimisce elder was gearing up to present a scattering of his philosophies to the masses gathered in the parlor, Blade intended to divulge in some of the kindred's thoughts.

After all, it wasn't the first time Blade has 'studied' others before. The success of the Black Hand survived greatly on knowledge. Who you knew, and how you knew them. Any tidbit or juicy morsel indeed used to the dangerous assassin's vantage-point. What would the notorious Marcus offer for his own demise? A curious question it was that Blade pondered upon entering the archway of the parlor.

Black and burgandy was the backdrop for this aritfical warmth that the room emmited. The tailored pants and white linin shirt that graced the lean features of the Tzi were idly glanced over before he struck a lounging pose to the edge of the doorframe. The room was a buzz of collective conversation, the fact that the whispers went unnoticed by all. Only but a mere quirt of the kindred race, puncitual and proper the Blue Bloods were, almost as gawdy as the uppercrust mortals, but several times as deadly if one defies the horde. And, this eve, Blade had defiance in submission in leui of seeking some advantage where Marcus was concerned.

Gold Cross pen flowed over the page as she nodded attentively to the over dressed kine sitting next to her. Nose wrinkled inhaling far too much of the woman's cheap perfume supressing her desire to critize a polite nod given as she rose.  'Excuse me.'  Tone was socially acceptable but anyone with any graces could hear the chill. The black skirt fell into place just above her knees when she turned her glaze went over those assembled to hear Marcus speak pausing on her way to last roll of velvet backed chairs as she realized she'd stopped scanning the room to make sure the list she'd made included all in attendance, as she was now staring at very well dressed male in the doorframe. Fingers pressed into the velvet of chair she'd choosen. She could feel the undercurrent of power coming from him. One finger tapped the chair as she stood.

The gold pen slipped from her fingers the sound at least brought her back the fact she was staring blinking as she offered a social smile to Blade. Her fluid movement kneeling down, taking the opportunity to let her gaze decend down his form. Face turned yet she was smiling yes, she'd noticed Blade's shoes where expensive and perfectly polished. Everything about the male was beyond perfection settling herself in the chair as she looked up at Marcus.

Mind in utter array as the horde grew in volumes, the room already wall to wall bodies, and of course the ever flowing goblets of blood were being passed out. An amusing expression tugged to his features as the infamous speaker was still late in showing. Now why didn't that surprise him. He was hoping that Beth made it down this eve, he really needed to chat with sister dearest. She had made her presence scarce upon her arrival, and with a good reason. But, alas, such is the ways of the fickle.

Then a gathering off to the small alcove of the room began to move, as if the parting of the red sea commenced, their bodies gave way and a soft clatter of applause broke out. Wanting to boast out that it was about time, Blade shifted to rest his shoulder against a more plush part of the room as dark eyes lifted up and found a rather intriguing set of hues deep in scrutiny to him. A face he did not recognize. And he thought he knew all that invaded his home with the gathering. A questionable look creased his brow as their gaze held attentive for a second or two, then the delightful smile that graced this creature's picture perfect face drew his eyes to her mouth.

The wharf of kindred filled his senses as he really couldn't determine this one as of yet. The prudent odor of Tzi was a given, He glanced to the floor, and to her pen, almost tempting to reach down to retrieve it for her, but she beat him to the punch. Instead, as she turned to take her seat, he pushed off from the corner of the wall and moved in directly beside her. His own seat taken as eyes tranfixed back around to Marcus. If looks could kill, he only wished.

Sitting up straighter as she crossed her legs at the ankle knees pressed together. Pen moved through slender fingers as if she was twrilling a coin. Other hand resting on the open pages of the DayRunner, her handwritting was a pleasing script, the list of names of those in attendance. The Tzi's scent engulfing her senses, greatful it was replacing the sickening sweetness of the cheap perfume from eariler. Soft warm tone just above a whisper as she looked to him.  "I've not had the honor of making your aquaintace."  Dark lips parted just so as she allowed her gaze to met his, breathness. "Sir, may I have your name for my notes?"  She was aware that Marcus was standing at the lecturen she didn't care at the moment, her gaze and attention stayed on Blade.

Notes, surely this delightful creature wasn't actually going to listen to this pompous windbag? He gave a double take to her then as he decided that looking at her would prove to be much better on the eye than the irreverent grey suit that Marcus sported. He needed to update his frocks. A charming smile was drown upon his features then as dark eyes once more honed in on the shimmering orbs of his audience. "No, tis my pleasure to make your aquaintance. Forgive my manners, I'm not one of Marcus' biggest fans."  His head offered a soft bow to her before he rose to lean back, letting the comfort of velvet surround his back.  "It's Wolfbane, Blade..Wolfbane. You have ties with the elder, no?"  Questionable look resting upon his face as eyes made no secret of the slow and methodically way he looked this woman over.

He had her attention like a cat has the attention of a over couragious mouse. Tongue moistening her bottom lip as she placed the pen inside the DayRunner closing it. Holding it in her lap. She knew better but couldn't keep her dark eyes meeting his her tone staying inviting.  Yes, I do.  Fingers moved to the black ruffle straightening before offering him her hand.  It is an honor to met you. Saying his name as if she'd known him for years.  Blade.... I'm Rachyl as I'm sure you know.

"Charming.."  His smile tugged wider to her exasperated words. Dark visage was indeed tempting to his eyes, as well as to his instincts. This would be the very taste he would stalk for prey, if not she be immortal already. but, twice as delightful that she was indeed, his own race too. Young, that much detected in the shimmer of her orbs. The darkness was set within a cascade of ellusiveness. He took her offered hand, and of course allowed his lips to offer an apprciative peck upon the back of her hand while eyes still turned their sights upon her own.  "But, I'm afraid You've mistaken me for the senior of my name. Father is still in seclusion, hopefully he will show himself soon."  A mixed tone of anticipation and eagerness etched with those words as patience weren't his strongest virtue.

 She hadn't mistaken him she just felt such a strong presances as she did with Vincent that it'd confused her and the name slipped out. Which she knew ment that Blade now realized that no matter what he'd heard from Beth about Marcus and herself, that... well, she'd met no one, up until now that made her lose her composure like Vincent could. Sheepish expression as she slowly moved her hand.  "Forgive me, Blade."  Brushing the back of her hand where his lips had been over her on lips, slight smile.  "I admit that the Wolfbanes do take my breath away..."  Soft chuckle.  "so to speak."  She was aware that Marcus had been speaking but it felt like his voice was just some drone in the back ground. "You do have your father's charm and style."

Marcus was fogotten. The entire room for that matter, and if this woman stroked his ego anymore, he just might decide to give her the full tour of the grounds while Marcus could grasp an edge over him. He thought it was tricky that Marcus sent in this delightful creature to distract the elder kindred, but he had no idea what a knockout she was indeed. He leaned over closer to her as he whispered.  "I see now why father has been cooped up in his boudoir all this time."

If nothing else goes without saying, Marcus was sly indeed. He returned to his distance from her, arm's length at best. Of course he knew what Beth and what Marcus had hinted at where the lovely vixen beside him was concerned. He wished he rated something other than a menace to have such a beautiful gift as she was bestowed upon him. He blinked then, almost forgetting the reason for being here..a sigh as he caught some of the annoying voice of the raspy elder before them.

...There's a passage that I shall read from this eve, and the discussion upon the subject one that I feel needs to be heeded, and serve as a reminder to all our kind. ..That no vampire may ever destroy another vampire, except that the coven master has the power of life and death over all of his flock...

Blade cringed inwardly then, he knew where this was going as Marcus fixed his gaze upon him. His fingers caressing against the arm of his seat began to tap out an unorthodox melody unknowingly.

...And it is his obligation to seek the destruction of all outcasts and all those who have broken our coven laws....one group alone does not reserve the right to call themselves Sabbat, yet slay their brethern at will. The days of free reign for the Death Dealers clearly needs to be disposed of...

She too knew the importance of the evenings 'meeting', and felt the stillness of the room, the stillness that comes not from motionlessness but from that of prey awaiting it's next victim. Yanking her attention from Blade as she felt Marcus' tone more than heard his voice head turning looking at Marcus. Nails moved up the side of her left temple as a sly smile graced her lips. A nod in agreement with what Marcus had said. She'd heard him rant about this topic. She did have to admit he was presenting his thoughts in a much more percise way than when he'd droned on about loyality. She still had to question if Marcus' loyality was really to his father and the Sabbat. From what she'd seen of Marcus his main loyality seemed to be to Marcus, and to causing Beth any and every grief he could. Just a hint of an upnod as she listened. She wondered if anyone dared to speak anything but praise for what Marcus had said. Shifting in the chair, uncrossing and recrossing her legs at the ankle, it shifted her body leaning her closer to Blade. Her attention stayed on Marcus, hands clutching the DayRunner, thumbs starting to tap following the beats of Blade's tapping.

Blade's silence was beginning to annoy Marcus, clearly his intentions of singling out one in the room was taking it's toll on the man. The sneer resting on his features was wickedly grotesque indeed. The fingers along the arm of Blade's chair continued drumming a forgotten tune of no importance as dark hues focused upon Marcus.  "And, if you keep reading, your lordship, you will soon find that the amendment of Sariogetti was forged, of the Old World, clearly exonerating the Elder from soul leadership of covenants that required death. And, in relinquishing this time consuming task..The Black Hand was formed. "

By then Blade had stood to address the man, his own gaze shifted about the horde, not in any hopes of swaying them, but merely stating the facts. Something Marcus failed to do, time and time again. "My father is very aware of the Hand's dealings, he himself sits on the Seraphim's council at this very moment. Is there anything else you wish to insult this eve? You've just about covered the host's part."

It was as if ice water ran down her back the way Blade had taken Marcus' verbal volley and with the grace of a Wolfbane slammed it down Marcus' throat. A hint of a smile as she shifted her gaze from Marcus to Blade with the slight nod. You could cut the air with a chain. Lips parted as if to speak in a hushed whisper. Impressive. Very slowly blinking yet her gaze stayed on Blade.

He didn't lose an ounce of his composure, while in reality he wanted to tear off his head and....well he was pretty sure others noticed the distrainment in his voice. When Marcus finally leered his way, he extended a hand to the young Son of the Regent, his booming voice rising once more.  "The words I have spoken have been truthful, Young Ward, I have not offended your father by stating the obvious. "

Blade laughed lightly then as he moved toward the doors of the parlor.  So you say, Elder, so you say. But there are others that hold even you, Priest that you appear to be, accountable for you own kind's death as well. Tread lightly on sacred soil and be very afraid that you sins will not find you out...  And with that, Blade gave the patrons one last glance with those smoldering orbs before allowing the silence to fall across the room. Satisfied, he stepped out to disappear from their sight, heading up the stairs

Watching as did the rest of the room her gaze lingered on the stairs, long enough that she felt as well as heard Marcus' clearing of his throat. The polite social smile gracing her lips as she turned her attention back to Marcus. Appearing to listen attentively, until Marcus was making a point. Just when Marcus' gaze shifted to another in the room. Silently she moved. Slipping around and out to where the guests had entered.

Stopping, slipping off the high heel pumps, dayrunner in one hand, shoes in the other, as she ran through the downstairs, past the dinning hall, a study, a library, rounding the corner, shopping short when she reached the kitchen door. the ghouls others there were busy making sure the evenings 'liquid pleasures' kept flowing. She went unnoticed as she moved quickly disappearing up the back stairs. Rounding the first flight, running up the rest of the stairs. Running down the long hall stopping when she turned the corner.

Kneeling down placing her shoes on the floor hand moved to the wisp of hair that had escaped. ~said to herself~:: Okay, you made it here before Blade.  Or had she?

Footfalls echoed as Blade took his time moving across the right balcony, then headed on towards the west wing that would eventually lead him to his room. His anger was slowly fading, as it too flight from the obvious attempt by Marcus. Hands moved to to lodge into his pockets as he glanced up, then eyes held steady upon the slim form of the woman he was sitting with in the room. Rachyl, yes that was her name. In all his fury, he paused before here in silence, then gave a glance over his shoulder to the staircase, then eyes returned their silent observation to the young woman. "Won't you be missed downstairs? "  He finally ask, just to see what her reaction would be. Eyes never left her own hues as he tried to figure out why she had risk coming up here, a speedy thing she was, at that.

Perfect nails moved disappearing making sure the wisp of hair was in place. Right foot squiggled into the pump. sly smile dark eyes staying his as she stood.  I'm sure it will be noticed. Later or sooner. Why, would you notice if I slipped out when you are speaking,  Pausing just long enough & saying his name with a softer tone.  Blade.

A soft arch of his brow rose to her question, and the lightest of nods issued with her reasoning.  "I see your point."  He turned then, continuing his way down the hall, even though it seemed as he left her to stand there, he spoke to her still as the first few steps were issued onward along the tiled flooring.  "Then again, The old windbag is gearing up to go on all night, I'm sure neither he nor his attentive followers will miss you... or myself for that matter..."

He chewed on the name of the Elder like a bitter herb lay into his mouth. Ears awaited her motion to follow, and he was rather curious to see if she would. Yes, indeed, she was making an effort to follow him, let's just see how long she would, and her motives behind it. He didn't see her as a threat to himself, just the opposite, there could be great things learned from this chylde of the Elder from downstairs, and dwelling on his thoughts before he entered the parlor, to gain an edge on Marcus, this one might prove to be it.

Watching him as she stood, smile staying, nod given as he continued. Listening to not just his words but the way he said them. Pivoting to turn. She couldn't keep herself from her reaching when Blade said. 'windbag'. Soft laugh stopping mid-pivot, a tilt of her head to the left.

And I thought you didn't know Marcus that well.  She liked his style, he seemed to have a younger spirit, a sense of rebellion. Lips parted just so as dark eyes revealed a touch of mischief when they met Blade's.  I was considering a wall through the gardens. But  Hint of a purr. Please, don't let keep you from anything important....Blade. Staying frozen in the half-pivot.

He stopped in his tracks then, her words more than heard as the soft vibrations of her lips drew to his ears. Breaths heard, every exasperated syllable silently beaconing out to him, drawing his attention as a moth would be held captive to the flame. Turning, he faced the young vixen with a tilt of his head issued, clearly he was thinking, and whatever it was that flooded his thoughts were elusive to his stoic expression. A walk, huh?  He glanced back down the hallway, his eyes half lighting upon the closed duel leather doors to the end.  Sounds like a plan, I'm sure it beats soaking in a hot tub..  He said as a smirk turned up one side of his lips in it's offering to her.  Why not. Have you been out in them as of late? I've heard the caretakers have been slaving over them day and night, Father was so cruel to have let them get in that bad a shape.

Yes, indeed he rambled on as if the scene of downstairs never took place. But, alas, that was the mind of his race, the night and day of his persona eclipsing one moment to shine forth in the next. He even went as far as to offer his arm out to her as they neared the back stairs to the lower half of the mansion. Booted feet silenced by the thick carpeting against the birth of the stairs. The night would lull all hints if his anger, and for the moment, he had a very captive audience of one. Let the dance begin.

The estate was still filled and from the lack of movement of others around the grounds, she knew without thinking about it that Marcus had become wound up. On his soap box explaining how clinging to many traditions was expected and needed it was also time to ad a few new ones. They're exit was wittnessed by the ghouls when they reached the arch opening into a garden. Pink and white marble path leading to the center fountain hand lightly gripped Blade's arm looking up at him inviting tone. Thanks it was just getting too stuffy inside.  Slipping off her shoes, a flash of her smile, gentle squeeze when she straightened, releasing his arm.

Silence became their only companion as the stroll began just past the terrence. Dark eyes careful to spot the scattering of fiends about, placed there by his own command to insure protection; from the guests mainly. Their home need not be destroyed in the process of this charade parade. As they fled the main lights of the house, the garden became dim except for the fountain lights, and his eyes lowered to take a few selective looks to his arm piece. He smiled lightly then gaze lifted to the statues now lining heir path.  Your welcome..I must say that I'm quite pleased with how well you've adapted the scrolls into book form. It makes searching the anceint writings less than a chore.

Her dayrunner would be an interesting book to divulge into as well, he could only imagine what lay in those pages of parchment. Turning his attention to her as she paused to slip her heels off, he looked on with interest as her attire became eye candy to him. A lingering smile threatened to take over his expression, but he held it at bay. I gather you've been at the estate for many months now...along with Marcus?  Dark gaze lifted up then as eyes sought out her own.

Liking the feel of the still warm marble she'd felt his gaze as he examined her form sly smile played on dark lips expression changed when he said his name. Walking a few steps towards the fountain.  Yes, I don't know how long I was here with Marcus before  Looking over her shoulder a smile at the thought.  I know my world changed the night I was given to your father.  Dark eyes met his nod given.  And thank you for noticing my work... Turning back to Blade.  It is important to your father.
Lips curling into a smile. It became important to me as I transcribed.  Glancing down then back up into his eyes.  I'm glad you've found it useful.  Fingers moved toward the statue.  I'm sure you know this place like the back of your hand. Will you tell me of the statues... Please?

I try to stay knowledgeable, especially when I'm subject to outbursts such as this eve..a rather mild one at that.  He smiled faintly as gaze panned to the brass statues lingering about, forcing himself to take his watchful gaze from his father's soon to be misses.  That was still a rather bitter taste in his mouth. It took all his reserve not to go off on his father about it; instead he chose to remain silent, for now. In reality, he knew his father had spent a great number of his years perserving Aubrey's memory, the house the proof. But, he also knew that in time, his father would need to seek companionship, much like his son would one day do. But, until such a time, respect and privacy would be allowed as far as they were concerned.

Pausing to a trio looking statue to the center of the garden, they came face to face with an unusual carving from onyx.  I think this is my childhood favorite...Cerberus.. guardian beast of the underworld..  He paused to look down to her, reading her reaction with espressive eyes of his own. He is said to had three heads of wild dogs, a dragon or serpent for a tail, and heads of snakes all over his back, so this anceint carving depects..It was one of the pieces that Father had brought over from his home in Cairo.

Relaxing more following him taking in every statue she'd seen many times, not as many as Blade, now it seemed she was seeing them for the first time. Fingertips moved over the fang of the head lower than the other two. Tone was truely light as she looked at him with a child like smile.  This is one of my favorites, Blade.  Hushed tone eyes meeting his. Now I know why.

 

 

Chapter 17--Blood Shadows: The Arrival

 

Paris, France 2004

Get of Fernis Underground, 12:05 am

 

 

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The Gaia Chronicles
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...Fingers find the ivory keys..

And a song begins to begin

...Like a wolf on the run....

 

^�^ Grand it was, whomever that named this fine instrument of stringed muscial interworkings knew of a hunger far greater than anything physical. Black and white prestige; sleek and unique. So very much like the shivering, slender slip of a woman that now stood before it. This one, like many a brethren, slave to a tourtured soul, and to the insatiable beast within.

Poised and proud; exquisite. Fufilled, yet seperate; alone--defiant. ...and she looked upon the piano with perfect imperfection. Adoration shined down from above, bloodstained halo of the unilluminated. The streaked panes ran red before the accused. Limp arms unfurled wide in acceptance to the crucifixion fortold in the stormclouds of the ancients. Destiny borne in death before it's eyes. Misshapen body spilling forth the inner workings of it's life, disembloweled ecstasy as she tilted that dreamy gaze downward in reverance to the rage induced silence. ^�^

 

..she remembers how it use to be...
..she remembers a melody...

 

^�^ Soft musings merged with brutal savagery; as dark eyes scanned along the long row of black over white smiling in the candlelight, a solitary fingertip brushed along the smoothness in her vision's wake with excruciating certainty. RED-the contrast of both, a speckling of fresh blood glistened, then was smeared over the beauty. Earthy fragrance of the room came alive; coppery and tantalizing to the senses. Raging beast soon quilled with each lost note into the air. The fading tune enveloping the presenter with velvet darkness; their backdrop. With the stage set, the dance had begun.Twisted thoughts in the forgotten timespace came alive, scarred remembrances renewed, the harbinger would stir no more within the shadows of her shadow. But the feeling--fleeing, for time lost in the hunt goes the sweet taste of victory. Quick, final and forever. Goodbyes scattered like the sands of time...Death is only the beginning. ^�^

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Her naked body shivered against the hardness of the black bench before the baby grand, misguided fingers halfheartedly playing a song of old upon the keys. Notes struck, the cords sung out into the drifting copper scent of a fresh slaughter. Exposed to the chill of both the night air and the coming of death, she struggled to regain that control the beast always willed her to be; to become it's own. Far off voices heard, footfalls fading into the silence of the dark encloure. Time slipped away from her then, each moment a memory as the airy tune drug her deeper into submission. It was so unkind, much like the mangled and twisted form that hung behind her. But... not anymore.This was her mourning time, for all that she was, and all that she had lost. Tears flowed until she could not see the blurred reailty that would remain eternally silent, if only she could sever the ties that bind her heart, and soul. She would rely on time for that, as well. For what it's taken her to seek out this evil, will it take to forget. To move on. Only when the touch of a hand was felt to her shoulder did she blink away the past to trickle along a stoic expression. Then came a bite from a syringe as the liquid heat spread quickly though her veins. Her silent benediction. Dark eyes lifted up to the gentle voice that softly beckoned to her as warmth surrounded her in the coldness, the blanket draped around her tighlty, covering her nakedness; strong arms circling to envelope moments later.

 

"Time to Go, Trish..."
"Don't drop me.."
"Like I would?"
"You bet that ass you would.."

 

His soft chuckle felt more than heard once her arms gripped tightly around the shaded man. They fled quickly out of the bowels of the vileness. She could feel herself coming down fast from the wrath of the beast, a glance to the dark heavens told her this night's calling, and it's madness once more has swept down to consume. She prayed the amber would work quickly. She panicked, twisting in his grasp to look back across the manicured green. A pause, a breath, and a whisper pressed against heated flesh of his lobe.

 

"I want the baby, Max"
"Are you sure?"
"....Yeah... I deserve it.."
"Consider it done, now let's go..."

 

The sickening glow of red begun to lap at the edges of the openess, she shut her eyes and willed it all away. Moments later it's wraith would be heard thundering from blocks away. For some, it was the end of a long and hard endeavor, but, to her...it became a bright spectrum of Illumination...for her soul.

 

 

Washington DC, USA 2004

Children of Gaia Headquarters, 9:00 Sharp

Silk and lace shifted with each rock of her hips in time to the clicking of stiletto heels against tiled flooring. One hand gripped to an alligator briefcase, the other pressing across the smoothness of soft silk. Steady gaze shifted about as she moved with a purpose down the long corridor towards the open doors at the end. Trish paused, a glance back, mind in motion and running over the last few moments of her hectic morning to double check herself. Business suit..check. Documents and research, check. Assignment log, check. Final report..and check..She was ready. A quick lick of crimson flesh to moisten, and she stepped threw the office door.

A smile quickly etched upon those picture perfect features as faces in the room tilted her way, eyes lifting a rather sharp edged brow to her presence. But their qustionable expressions soon mellowed into all-too-knowing smiles to the airbrushed quality of perfection that spoke in volumes, setting off the air of confidence and sureness of who she was. A nod of her head, and a sprig of a dark lock spiraled around one cheek as she moved straight past the room of suits to the inner sanctum, the heart of Gaia. Her children, ever faithful to the cause of fulfilling the promise of a better tomorrow for today's tribes. Now, if they followed the Litany, then she just might be out of a job. But, as her eagerness was quelled in the warmth of the rich decor, setting off the office of power, and a firm shake of her boss's hand was issued in welcome, she took a seat and awaited the meeting to begin.

As a few other's took their sweet time about funneling their way in, she gave a glance to the framed creeds and oaths lining the gold fabric and redwood trimmed walls. A thought crept back into her mind, wondering if she had did the right thing about a file she had came to find the other night. She really saw no need to turn it in, as the cluttered office had held many things unrelated to the man they sought to bring down. Something about it had caught her eye; a name. It went unnoticed in her collective files of known acquaintances from her past, but it was haunting just the same. She shook herself out of the thought. It would only complicate matters, for both her and the unknown. Maybe alittle invistagation on her one perhaps? Who knew where Trisha was concerned.

Her mind sped a mile a minute and the course of her path was always everchanging. Tapping her toe against the edge of the desk, she sighed as she glanced to the door. Her mind absently drifting back to the man she left coiled up between the tangled sheets of the night's slumber. As she looked back to the large oak desk, she sighed lightly, she would miss him the most. The closure of another job well done, and the sad goodbyes to friends that she grew to care for.

Many men had crossed her path, but none had captured her heart. Only one in her youth did she allow access, and it cost her more than one person she be held accountable for. The pain and deceit enough to steer her away from matters of the heart forever. In ways, she needed Max, but in reality, he was just a part of the job. She feared hindrance on both accounts; and this was something neither could afford. But she would learn to deal with this like all the rest of the down trodden events in her life. Grin and bare it, words to live by. Her life was about to began over yet again, and in some god-forsaken place, she just knew it.

"I'm quite satisfied with the outcome of this case, Trisha. You did well."

 

"Thank you Sir, but it was a team effort, couldn't have did it without them.."

 

"Ahh, your modesty is quite refreshing. But, we know otherwise, no? Now then, I've cleared your schedule, you deserve a holiday."

 

She cringed inwardly to his words as stubby hand pushed a dossier her way. She paused a moment as eyes looked upon the brown leather binder in thought, then she leaned forward, manicured digits grasping the edge lightly

 

"Your much too kind, Sir, I take it your suggesting an exciting getaway for me.."

 

Sarcasm was laced ever so delicate in her whisper soft words as eyes idly skimmed over the inner workings of the collected information. She really wouldn't classify this as a new assignment, or job, in her case. More like a seek and peek type of hunt. A half smile seated upon those full lips as dark gaze peered back over to him with a sparked interest.

 

"Romania.. Hmm, how did you know?"

 

His chuckle seemed almost as mocking as her desire to return to this dark land. What was the old saying, 'you could never go back?' Or, was it...something on the lines of 'you'll never work in this town again...' It was the latter, she decided with silent confirmation. Comic relief was a must in this line of work, and sometimes she had to laugh her way right through some parts, and with the others, the cold, calloused nature of her persona would lead her through. The mind twists and bends to the cope with the horror of life, then sometimes, it simply just snaps..she's walked the thin line too often to remember. But, it was where the man wanted her, so be it. She probably would have just chose something exotic and remote tropical paradise anyway, with sparkling, white sand and too much sun to ruin her milky white complexion. Freckles to fight once more. Such was the childhood annoyances that never go away.

Case offically closed and filed away with the rest of the dirty deeds, she bid him goodbye and set off to her room to collect her belongings. The chore of packing causing a disgusted sigh to crease the lines of her face. Parting was going to be bittersweet, and the quicker she got it over with and moved on, the lesser the slice of the seperation would sting. As she guessed, Max was off and gone upon her return. A subtle goodbye over the cell would have to do. He'll bitch, but hey...it wasn't her fault. Duty calls. Yeah, one could see she was just all tore up about that. She wondered how much had changed in the old darklands..would the tribes still be running around like screaming banshees? She hoped not..she didn't remember where she had tucked away her thong and spear.

Suitcases were drug down from their dusty home of the attic, and so began the ever dredged task of packing up her life, and moving on. Kay-sa'ra sa'ra...She'll wake up and get through it.

Stationside, Romania 2004

212 Warren Street, 7:30 am

The sunlight burst through the bare windows of the two story flat, angrily making it's presence known.The crumpled mass of pure white lace eyelet sheets held captive the scantily clad feminine form lain out upon the make shift bed. She was trying desperately to shield tender oraculars half laden with sleep from the burning glare. Meanwhile, the alarmclock stayed buried under the pile of clothing and boxes scattered out along the floor, it's annoying scream relentless against delicate her ears to it's need for attention. Leaning over the edge of the mattress, hands lowered and soon found the cord, tracing it back to the wall before a hard yank would render the digital madness helpless. She didn't even remembering setting it, she had no intentions of being up before noon. Things change, it seems as she rolled over and took her first few blinking glances to the silent room.

Last night had been a fluke from the word go. She had every intention to linger at the gallery until she could get a sneeky peak at the names in the guestbook by the check in. Curious to see the who's who list of social butterflies and art lovers in this land deemed Stationside. Again, things change. Though Trixie was no stranger to that kind of life, alittle more organization was in order. The run in with the infamous Wolfbane kindred was not something she was prepared for. She still couldn't get over the fact he didn't recognize her at all. That in itself may be a plus where she was concerned. Their history wasn't the best to remember, come to think about it. That was another time in her life, one that she closed the door on with the closure of her last assignment. She had to refocus on the here and now. She had an agenda to get started on, as well as a life and apartment to get squared away. This was her time; rememberances to be forgotten and acquaintances to be reinforced.

Talking to Max via the cell phone didn't help her mood any. He was furious that she 'just packed up and left like that.' His accusations of running away was a thorn wedged into her side, and her reasoning for doing it, just simple 'last minute excuses' to face the obivious. She missed him now as she let her gaze turn to the floor to ceiling panes of glass at the far end of her flat. The tips of tall standing hemlocks seen briefly before the rolling green of the grass captured the beauty of the sloping valley. The little moments spent with him on lazy mornings like this weighing heavy on her mind. But, she silently reassured herself she was doing the right thing. Breaking away from him and the seclusion of the Watchtower was the beginning of a life of her own. No more to follow anyone's set orders or deadlines. She could choose her clients; she said who, and she said when. Her dues had been paid in full now that the evil had been gutted like a pig to slaughter. Even that didn't lift her spirits. She hated this feeling, homesickness wasn't the norm, considering she really didn't have a home to begin with. She would get though it, she had to.

Steaming coffee hit the spot as the hot mug was cupped between eager palms and lifted up to take the first few sips of vanilla flavored caffeine. Her robe fluttered gently in the morning breeze as slender frame rested against the rought iron railing of the balcony. She looked over the hillside, then lowered her gaze down to the streets below. A few people strolled about the stone streets and side venues. The small businesses that littered this part of the town were housed in semi-gothic stylebuildings and remodeled historical structures. Clearly the preservation committee was working big time to allow for little change in the 20th century. She turned then to eye the inside of her place, scanning the boxes, and a few pieces of furniture draped in old linen left by the previous tenants. She had alot of work to be done here, and it wasn't going to do itself.

A soft sigh pressed through her lips as she took the last few sips of her java and slipped back into the brightness of the room, the sun almost blinding against the white washed walls. Curtains were in order first. Then blinds..and new covers for the sofa and arm chairs. She began to compose her list, marking things down at random. What she really needed was help. She had to smirk to that thought:: "Hello. my name is Trixie, and I commedere you to be my palace slave" she mumbled as she began to look about the kitchen area. Right. The gods only knew what she would drag home. Just more of what she ran into last night, more than likely. Wouldn't get any day work out of those slackers. She dismissed the idea then as she leaned over the small sink to flip out the windows. The breeze caught those bed tossed locks to dance gently around her face and shoulders. She invisioned large planter boxes with overflowing herbs on hand for cooking. She smiled then as arms crossed against the windowsill. She let her gaze drop down along the street once more. This place would do nicely..but she needed to go shopping for more than slip covers and herbs, she needed a reality check. Reacquainting herself to the very land that her kind came from. Alittle soul searching was in order. The apartment could wait. She turned to get dressed. Today would be spent on the road, letting it take her to wherever it might lead.

 

 

Chapter 18--Running Blind: The Unveiling

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

Wolfbane Estate, 7:00 pm
Knox entered into the study where pile upon pile of books lay scattered across the oak desk. Behind it a rather dark set of eyes peered through thin framed glasses and into the thickness of a leather bound book. Upon the desk lay parchment and the quill of a pen, ink bottle open and awaiting a fresh dipping of the dark contents. Blade read methodically page after page of the ancient scrolls of the Tzi, frantic in his search to pinpoint the scripture of the ritual of topor, and who, exactly dictates the powers to govern in the reigning regent's absence. All of this brought about by the vicious attack of Marcus and his untimely speech of death dealers from the other evening. He knew it was laced within the scrolls somewhere. He just needed to remember where, exactly he had found it before.As the faithful servant waited for attention from his master, he studied the room idly. Once he felt dark eyes bore upon his presence, he cleared his throat and nodded to him.

"You've a phone call, Master. A one Miss Emerald, I do believe, from Paris."

Dark brows rose sharply in hearing the words. He sighed lightly as he leaned over to lay the book aside, already mentally cursing the raven haired beauty for disturbing him when he was on holiday. But, as always, he knew it must be important or she wouldn't be calling. "Thank you, Knox, have it patched in to the study here...and close the door on your way out, please."

Yes, he was always this nice to his servants, but only to those that were loyal and did their jobs well. Those that didn't, well let's just say he no longer owned a family pet, and the remains of that creature would never be found. It gave him pure delight to pluck her apart, piece by piece. Flesh burns quite well when still warm, it's the smell you have to overlook.

He slid off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose between thumb and index finger. This was going to be a long night, he could feel it in his bones already. Shifting in the leather chair, phone was snatched up and rested against his ear as he turned to face the floor to ceiling window overlooking segments of the gardens. Eyes traced over one of the illuminated statues poised in eternal stillness.
"Hello Emerald..." He began, the tone more than telling of his distainment.

"Blade, you know this important, so don't go off on me just yet, not until you hear what I've got to say.."

"I'm Listening.."

"Gaia. There's trouble brewing."

"Tell me something I don't know already, Em...I live in the heart of Lupine Territory ..remember?"

"No, Listen. Here, in Paris, they've found the remains of one of their warlords, I'm not sure which. His body was burned beyond recognition. Their keeping it hush hush..I just found out about it this evening. Night Watch was involved. Thought I'd give you a head's up."

"Night Watch, huh? Thought those cryptic howlers were dead and long gone. Why would Gaia be initiating the old ways for a few rabid were's running a gauntlet for sex and booze?"

"That's what I was wondering myself. Look, since your already there, do me a favor? I'll fax you all the info I have on the Paris incident, can you look over it for me, just to cover our bases. Last thing we need is for them to be picking The Hand off one by one."

"Yanno, I had a feeling you were going to say that. Alright...but don't expect a full fledged witch hunt on this one, Em. All I'm going to do is look...Oh, and hey? You owe me big time for this one, woman. Don't think I won't collect on it, either."

"Oh, I know you will, I'll be paying for this one for years to come. Just look into it for me..ok??"
"I said alright!!! Geesh, send me the paperwork, and the moment I find -anything- out of the norm, I'll let you know."

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"Not bad news, I hope..."  A voice offered as the door stood ajar, the tall silhouette shrouded in regal red of his prestige moved slowly forth into the chamber, his gaze falling upon a face that had long since graced the household. He entered then, allowing a soft smile to creep upon his features.  "My son, Tis good to finally see you home. I was beginning to worry you would not make it."

Hearing the voice, Blade inched the chair back around as his gaze fell upon the open door, and to his father. He studied the older man's face a long moment before he stood and lowered his head to him. Father..it has been too long..  Lifting his head again, he moved over and offered his hand to him in greetings, a firm shake issued.  And no, nothing pressing, you know how Emerald get's when something pops up.. He returned the smile and he stepped back, another long study of this man given.  You look well, Rachyl must be agreeing with you, no?

Deep brown eyes held to his son, he went through the motions of the greeting, letting his firm shake return to the outstretched hand. A soft chuckle heard as he moved over to examine the collection of books on the desk. "Yes, it would seem so, I wish I had her youth. Marcus was too extravagant in giving me such a grand gift. Have you met her yet?"  He ask as he looked back to his son a moment, then returned his attention to the books.

Our paths have crossed. I'm sure word has reached your ears. Marcus...  He paused as his eyes trailed over to the openness of the door, then inching over to close it, he insured they were alone and left to their private conversation.  He seems downtrodden on the Hand as of late..I suspect he is merely trying to eliminate his competition. Honestly, Father, why is it that he has returned to our home, and to the leadership of the Sabbat?

"Macus...Is indeed a strange one. I'm not entirely sure what his motives are. He came to me begging for mercy, and as the Regent, I could only allow him the opportunity to reclaim his rightful spot within the Tzi coven. So far he's shown me nothing to question his actions of before. But, I seem to feel the hostility is still there where you are concerned, My son."  He moved to the chair behind the desk and sat, letting his eyes skim over the notes just to the right of the books  "What is it that you seek in the scrolls? Mayhaps I can be of better assistance.."

Whether he shows his true nature to you or not, it is clearly been noted to more than just me. His outlandish speech on the Hand is only the beginning. I don't care what kind of show he put on to get in here, the fact that he's in and in your good graces is all that he needs to corrupt. I don't trust him at all..  He waved to the books and shook his head. Just brushing up on a few things, nothing that I cannot seek on my own.

Is this a private party... Or am I invited?  That familiar voice crept from the shadows. The little snoop had been there the whole time, spying on her dear brother. A thump followed by light footfalls echoed through the study as that redheaded, leather clad figure emerged from the shadows, into the dim light.  You both know my opinion on Marcus... And his little 'Rat'  She paused as deep green hues glowed for a moment.  Both are a like a virus searching for a host to attach themselves to and drain the life out of.  Yes, yes, she was bitter towards the two of course. She didn't want to bee here, but finding out of their presence was the icing on the cake.  It's bad when you have to eye your chylde like a hawk because of the filth that lurks.  A light shake of the head was given as she plopped down in a chair near the desk... She was gonna stick around for a bit.

Eyes were quick to pick out the shadow coming from the seclusion, and a smile returned to his features. "Your always invited. sweetheart...come join us.."  He offered as he looked her over in that loving fashion of adoration. Settling back into the chair, he listened to her words intently, really eager to hear what both his children had to say on this matter. He knew it was a touchy subject, and knew how much hatred was harbored with them towards Marcus, especially Beth. He nodded lightly as he pressed fingertips together as elbows rested against the desktop. "I have not let my guard fall down too much where he and this chlyde of is is concerned. I'm curious to see his true motives myself, what is the old saying..'give him enough rope, and he will hang himself?' "

 

Blade turned his attention to his sister, a knowing smirk resting upon his features as he did.  Hello sister, Dearest..long time, no spy? How's the world been treating you...or should I ask ..how are you treating it.  His eyes roamed over the thin form of his blood then gaze ventured back to his father. He clearly didn't understand this thing with Marcus, but at least now he had a compentent allie where the rat was concerned. Beth was a vicious creature where he was concerned and it was about time to root out the virus she spoke of..with both the carriers.

Maggie is still young... Watch and learn I always tell her.  Hues darted to Blade for a moment as she returned his smirk. You're number one fan, which is quite funny but...  Those hues darted back off into the space from which they came.  She is a strong point, hating Marcus for obvious reasons, and then there's Terra. The child is a saint, but if she knew who was behind her injections.  A fiery brow quirked slightly. Need I say more, and the effects of the virus are still unknown at this point. One wrong move and we might not have to worry about the swine.  Her head dropped to one side for a moment.  Of course, if Ole Jinxie hadn't been slaughtered by the vile hounds, well... A slight grin crossed her lips. Need I say more on this subject? My point is Marcus better watch his bloody step if he knows what's good for him.

He lifted a questionable brow as his attention turned to the shadows of the room, studing the spot intently for a moment before gaze returned to Beth, then to his father.  I agree with Beth, she clearly have a very good reson, if any of us...He should not be allowed to be here, or even dabbling in the affairs of the Regent Sect.  He shifted to perch a shoulder against the corner of the windowsill, gaze trained upon his now silent father.  Macus and his bedroom spy should be erraticated from the premises, as well as the coven. Whom is it that you've chosen to replace you, Father? Clearly they need to be avised of his history and of what he is indeed capable of doing. Undermining of the new regent would be his first order of business after your ritual, have you considered this?

He stood and raised his hands to his children, fingers issuing a silence over their voiced opinions. "There's nothing that I have overlooked where he is concerned, worry not. I have chosen the replacement wisley, and it will be in that very decision will both of you find your answers and reasoning where the Elder in concerned."   He looked to Beth, then to Blade as a knowing look creased his ancient features. " I am weary my childern, tis time for me to step aside and allow a new regime to take over the Sect here in our blessed Romaina...The world as I know it grows strong with the technology of the future, that is why my predecessors are the best in following me..I have deep faith that both my offspring will do well in the well being of their Coven. Fret not, you two are the coming of the new generation. I know you will make me proud."

Yes, yes, along with chaos everywhere...  She muttered, slowly sliding out of the chair. But no worries right? Just don't expect me to put on a dress and play princess for a bunch of old snits... Cause I won't.  She gave a light stretch before turning to the door.  Hate to leave so soon but I must collect my chylde... God knows what she's gotten into.  Footfalles echoed through the room once more. And I think a surprise inspection of the lab is in order.  She said, slipping out the door and down the hallway.

He blinked to that speech, standing up from his perch. A glance cast to Beth, then he shook his head in disbelief. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but count me out of this new regime..I've enough troubles in my life, far be it for me to tackle more with this pompous crap of a regent's seat. No, father, I thank you, truely I do, but I feel I must decline..  He took off out the door as fast has he could in Beth's wake. The hard footfalls heard in his own wake clearly telling of his anger.

A sated smile cross his features, within his dark orbs simmered a satisfaction that was beyond words. The defiance in his offspring would clearly be the downfall of this santioned sect of the Sabbat, he was wise in his chosing, for the seat of the Regent has been long overdue for a fall, and a new breed of leaders was needed. He was all to knowing in his visions for his people, and once the eternal sleep came heavily upon him, the past would unwillingly become the future in the world of the Kindred.

 

 

Chapter 19--Reverent Vigil

 

Stationside, Romaina 2004

Wolfbane Estate, 8:34 pm
She sat in the center of her bed legs crossed yoga style working by candle light. Having to admit to herself that she was liking the fact that the kine this time had tired of the heaviness of solid heeled shoes. She'd ordered herself one new pair of dress pumps and a new pair of boots, and the a pair of hand crafted boots for him. The wax from the large candles dripping down over the edge of the night stand. Even thought it hadn't taken her long to break off the heels four hours of the night had past. Glancing to the hiss of the wax she recalled her time as a Neonate remembering she'd been amazed that hours past as minutes had when she'd been kine. The flame flickered then grew a soft smile gracing her lips she'd been delighted in finding the insides of her new shoes and boots, were as the described in the catalog and hollow. Carefully all had been filled each with one handful of dirt taken from the estate's grounds. Leather placed over the hole held into place with four tiny nails the thick layer of glue securing it to the sole of the shoe holding it against metal teeth while it dried. The smell of the glue would have made any kine dizzy. There were so many advantages to never having to breathe.

Long ago, her Master had told her to study the skill of boot and shoe making. The work bench laid out in perfect order. His right boot already drying. His left boot, heelless awaiting in the vice. Wood tool scrapping at the inside of the heel leaving shavings to collect in her lap. Soon she'd fill it with two and a half handfuls of dirt. After all Lord Wolfbane's hands were much larger than hers. Each shaving brought images of the Master alternating with the image of his son. She'd noticed Blade's footwear and made a mental note that he was his father's son. Yet Marcus' lecture and his display of trying to be in control had not afforded her the opportunity to say; �Nice foot wear who's your shoemaker?' It hadn't afforded the chance to be alone with Blade for even the beat of a kine's heart. Marcus had watched her like a hawk as soon as he'd seen Blade sitting next to her. She'd been lucky that Beth hadn't arrived until the social part of the evening. Dark hair falling around her face trying to focus on her task. He'd told her his son was very like him. He'd not mentioned the fact that she'd be able to feel the power oozing from Blade as she did from him. Continuing her labor one of deep devotion to her Master remembering her place. She knew he would awake from his deep slumber and when he did she was going to be sure that everything was ready for him.

 

 

Chapter 20--The DelaCora Gallery

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

Wolfbane Estate, Midnight
I would like to introduce all to Arianna LeCrue. As a chance to introduce herself personally, the DelaCora Gallery will be holding at exibit of her dark art paintings and drawings on Saturday, May 1, 2004 starting at 10:00 pm east coast time. This is a black tie formal, please dress to suit. I look forward it.
Arianna LeCrue.

Nothing but the shine of the moon was out this eve. The gardens had been left in disarray, evidence that neglect was in order. It wasn't like his father not to keep up these grounds, and as Blade quietly moved from the statues towards the back patio, it was all he could do to stomach the weeds and tarnished bronze. This had been the worst homecoming since his years in Paris. A youthful rebel without a clue phase he was mildly living down where his family was concerned. If only he had been here, maybe things wouldn't have turned so ugly for them. Yes, he blamed himself for his mother's slaughter, that and Marcus, of course. Sniggering bastard needed to be strung up by his toes and introduced to the glorious sight of sunrise. Or, if anything..feel the steely bite of Blade's sword. But it wasn't up to him. He moved on through the open doors of the parlor to find it finally empty for the night. The horde conveniently seeking their blood elsewhere within the city. Shedding the dark trench, it was tossed idly to the armchair as the servants began to scurry with a purpose towards the main foyer. Wonder who was dragging themselves in this time? Curious eyes darted out of the room as he awaited from the archway of the parlor.

As the doorway presented yet more of the Tzimisce horde making their way in to this comical rendition of a wake, Blade's attention drew away as he slipped back into the seclusion of the parlor, letting the large leather tooled doors fall shut. Sealing himself away from the rest, he moved over to the sofa and took refuge within the softness of plush crimson. Gazing upon the table before him, the items scattered about upon the finely finished wood held little in the way of interest as a sigh escaped thinnly pressed lips. A shine of gold was briefly sparkled against the edge of the one fingertip as lighter was flicked and flame made contact with the clove that other hand brought forth from hidden confines. His thoughts drifted over the events as of late, jagged pieces of dramaless scenes falling through his mind. Would the turmoil of this sect's turnover prove to determine his fate? He would like to say no, and still hold true to his rebillious nature where his father and the council were concerned. But, as long as Marcus was allowed to scurry about like a rat, he would know no peace within his home. A pity.

The knock upon the door was heard, and his attention left those memories drown back into the sea of blackness to be dredged upon at a later time. He remained in his lounging position against the length of the sofa as the servant entered, silver tray in hand. He sat it to the table with a soft clunk of metallic grace, then silently slipped back out the door. Dark eyes lit instantly lit upon the goblet of bloodwyne that rested there before him, as with a solitary gold embossed scroll. The clove struck a perch against the corner of his mouth as he raised up to take the tubular treasure, unrolling it after that. Eyes read the enclosed, an invitation it seemed. addressed to the estate. An introduction, and a formal art expose'. Interesting indeed. He nodded to himself as the invite was returned to the tray and glass was plucked up by agile fingers. Digits coiled around the crystal as he downed the concoction. At least someone around here had some social graces still left worthy of the old world. This would be a sparked interest indeed, and he was eager to see what vermin it brought out of the woodowrk in Stationside. Black tie it is.

 

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

The DelaCora Gallery, 7:30 pm

As you come through the main entrance, to the right there is a small, dark haired, petite woman who will check coats, hats, gloves etc. Then a second set of doors, 10 feet dark cherry wood double doors with carvings of what would appear to be a scene of purgatory. Passing through those doors, into the main there are man dressed in black server uniforms holding trays of champagne bubbling in light red crystal glasses. the gallery is floored with the same cherry wood with a high polish. the walls, off white, adorned with sconces holding wide red pillar candles flickering brightly and tastefully framed paintings and pencil art. All in dark themes, fallen angels, demons battling, vampires frenzied in feeding, holding beautiful lifeless bodies of those who where chosen for a quick erotic adventure. Each piece of art spotlighted by the above track lights. A few people, having arrived early would wander about in small groups of 3 or 4, admiring and critiquing the originals. Across the room would be another set of large, cherry wood doors leading out to the magnolia garden where any of the chosen paths will lead to a small fish pond in the center of the garden. To the left, in the gallery, would be Arianna, dressed in a form fitting black velvet floor length dress decorated with red embroidered vines and small flowers, her caramel and honey colored hair hung loosely down her back and around her face. she was with a small group of foriegn art buyers, interested in some of her work.

 

The BMW limo slowly edged to the curve, the driver taking care to aim the back doors right beside the carpeting out front of the gallery. The door quickly manned by Knox, and was opened. Lifting dark gaze from inside the interior, Blade gave a glance to the doorway, then leaned upward to step out of the back. Door closed behind him as his hands reached to smooth over the black material of that tux as he continued to eye the front doors.

Arianna turned from her foriegn guests to see the male new comer enter the gallery. she smiled softly to the buyers, politely excusing herself as her heels clicked softly across the floor as she made her way to the well dressed man.

He eyed the lady at the counter, a nod to her, then he moved on into the birth of the room, stopping in his tracks to linger. A few stirred within, none that he reconized, of course. Eyes then lifted as a woman approached. in which he nodded lightly to her as hands fell to clasp behind his back. Dark locks had been swept from his face this eve and gathered behind his head in a sleek ponytail. The suit fit him well for a monkey suit, all in all he cleaned up pretty well for a Wolfbane. A smile creased his lips before he offered a greeting to her. Dark Eve.

pale golden eyes looked the man over briefly before finding his eyes, as lips the shade of fresh blood would smile softly :: and to you sir. :: she held out a lightly bronzed hand with slender fingers.  thank you for coming, I am Arianna.

A brow rose to the offerage of her hand. It was gently grasp for a quick peck offered to the back of it before his other hand would capture it between his chilled grasp. Ah, Tis a pleasure, Madame. Tis regret that my Father couldn't attend as well, but he does thank you for the invitation. The Wolfbanes are avid coinsurers of art. Another smile puncuated those words.  I'm eager to see your work, Ms Arianna.

Her heavy Madrid accent, unmistakably spanish. Her lightly bronzed skin would be misleading as to her true race, but to others such as herself, they would know she was no mortal.  I am sorry that your father couldnt make it, i hope you will give him my regards. Feel free to look about. Should you desire fresh air, there is a garden through the back doors. she motioned to the second large set of doors at the back of the open room.

He squeezed the kindred's hand gently before both his fled back to his sides.  Thank you, I will most certainly tell him what he missed.  His gaze drifted over her form a moment as she spoke, then with a curt of a head nod, gaze lifted to scan the room to where she directed him. Very good, I shall browse then.

Softly smiling, she would give a polite bow of her head. If you have any questions, please, do not hesitate.  She would return to her foreign guests for a few more moments to answer any questions they had.

His eyes saw her off to mingle, then he turned, stepping over to the center of the gallery, hand rose just long enough to swipe a glass of bubbly from a nearby tray, then a sip taken as he neared one painting that seemed to glow gently under the directed lights.

After answering questions, she made her way slowly back to Blade.  I'm sorry, didnt catch your first name Mr. Wolfbane.

He turned, obiviously his attention was deeply held on the painting. He smiled to her, silently cursing his manners.  Oh, my. Did I not introduce myself?  He grinned, a flash of pearly whites showing for a moment.  Blade will do, Ms Arianna.

She laughed softly. Blade? thats nice. I answer to Arianna the best.  She looked at the painting he stood before, a female angel, broken and beaten with torn wings sitting among a red field.  Is there anything particular that interests you Blade?

Abstract.... He said as his gaze was drawn back to the strange rendition of the angel. He liked this one, considerably, and knew just the place for it. Tell me, Arianna..do you do murals?

She sipped her champagne, her eyes gaze between Blade and the painting. I have done a few. What is it you are seeking to have done?

He nodded thoughtfully as his gaze traced over the detailing of the painting.  That is interesting. We're in need of a talented artist to rework some of our office buildings and whatnot..  His gaze turned back to the Toreador then, letting dark pools meet her's for a split second. So far our search has been fruitless. Show me more of this kind?  His hand motioned to the angel, wanting to slap a sold sign on it, but refrained.

She motioned her hand to the corner furtherest from them.  I dont have any angels like this one, i have a demon angel feeding. unfortunatly, most of my art is done from poses, angels are hard to come by.

His gaze moved past her then to light upon the corner of the room. He nodded lightly as he pondered her words. Indeed so, angels are a delicacy of mine. Any form of them set within chaos especially. My mother was obsessed with them as well, our gardens are littered with statues of all forms..  He slowly moved tothe painting in the back, letting his gaze cut to the scattering of bodies standing about as he did.

She walked next to him.  They are indeed lovely creatures. i think it is the wings that catch so much fascination. As they approached the large painting standing on an eisal, trimmed in a black frame, stood a disrobed woman, with her back to the viewer, wrapped around her would be the dark blackish green arms of the demon, his head buried into the womans neck, his wings bowed forward. a small trickle of her life ran down her back. both beings standing against a black background.

He stood in silence as he studied the inking before him, lost in his collective thoughts for the moment. As she neared, her presence and light scent was noted, and a lift of his gaze was directed to her. Wings..yes. Hmm, Cappadocians were said to have wings.. the elders tell hush hush yarns about them, how they used this newfound treasure to take flight from final death..have you heard of such tales from your brethren?  Dark pools studied the fine bone structure of the Toreador, clearing marking her one of old world worthy in her breed.

She nodded slightly. I have heard briefly of such things. Although nothing in great detail.  She again sipped her wine, listening to him and some of the critiques of others in the room, smiling softly.  Perhaps sometime you could educate me further on the subject.  Pale gold looked to the gentlemans face, noting, rather, memorizing his features. So please, tell me more of these offices you would like redecorated?

I'd love to. Mayhaps you could journey to the estates, we'd love to have you there.  He lifted his hand to set the empty glass to a nearby tray, then hand slid into the front of his suit, retriving a gold embossed business card. He smiled as it was offered to her.  This is where you can reach me. I really admire what I've seen of your work, so far. Especially the angel. Consider it sold.

Slender fingers of her free hand would take the card, and she quickly glanced over it before returning to his eyes.  Very well. sold it is. I am pleased that you found something to your taste.

He could only grin to her words.  Indeed so, two painting so far, I plan to divulge myself in every aspect of your work this night. It is so hard to come across such passion captured on the canvas. You've an extraordinary talent.

She smiled warmly.  Thank you. Once my family saw I had any talent, they pressed hard for me succeed at it. there is so little quatlity dark art. most art makes most dark creatures look cruel...uncultured.

Soft heels could be heard as she neared the front of the gallery to pause. Dark eyes would tilt ever so quickly upward to the sign, the open doorway her invitation. A soft smile formed upon crimson twins as she glided her way inside. Red was the color tonight, crushed and sequined, and it fit her good. Dark locks swept up in regal fashion, a sprig left to tease against one cheek. Curious eyes moved about the room as she slowed in her steps.

She turned to the woman who entered for a moment, then turned back to Blade.  Please, excuse me for a moment.  She smiled and began to walk to the newcomer.

Of course..  His eyes turned to the new commer as well, a smile offered to her before it faltered, feeling and catching the faint scent of Garou in the air.  

Smiling politely, she greeted the woman.  Hello. welcome to the DelaCora Gallery. i am Arianna.

 Dark eyes sparkled under the subdued lighting of the gallery. Gaze fell down upon the room, and shot a knowing glance to the watchful eye of kindred scattered about. Add a hint of a curling smile to that face, and she was dressed to kill. She nodded to the approaching lady, her gloved hand already in motion as she outstretched it her way. Evening, and thank you. I hope you don't mind, I've no invitation, just a notice in the paper of your opening. Mind if I look around?

She would softly take the womans hand and motion around the room. Please, feel free. the theme is dark art. if you have any questions, dont hesitate to ask.

Well well, this was just what he had thought upon reading the invitation. Seems there's at least one damnable Lycan that has some taste..holding in a chuckle, Blade's  attention clearly averted the woman's gaze as he set off to find more art to dabble over.

More than satisfied with the warm greeting, she smiled to Arianna as eyes took in the room again fully. Oh, well thank you, I will do just that. I'm in need of some art for my flat..and dark is just my taste. Cheers...  She was rather eager now to get to browsing, it had been quite along time since she had went into a market to shop for food, let alone art in a component gallery such as this.

 

She wandered about, speaking with her guests a while before setting off through the back of the gallery to the garden for a breath of fresh air and find a bench to sit on sipping champagne.

Parking himself near one of the paintings, he plucked up another glass of champagne and sipped along on it as eyes scanned to the interesting piece before him,

She searched over the room, heading to the right. She would wait for something to jump out and grab her attention. Everything so far looked tastefully expression. She wondered then if this kindred had anything that expressed a torrid soul, or maybe even a self viewed expression. Now that would be interesting hanging in her livingroom.

The peice Blade now looked at would be a beauty of a woman, holding a man in her arms, looking to about to be feeding, her tongue extended over the flesh of his neck.

This one undoubtedly brought a strong attraction to the bloodlust. He smiled faintly, glancing back to the one he had bought..a thought crossing his mind as he moved back over to it.

Arianna entered back into the gallery, pausing at the door to look over the guests in the gallery. she noticed the woman, and walked towards her. How are you doing miss?

She floated about the plush room, her eyes darting quickly back as she spotted the dark haired kindred owner nearing her. She directed her gaze back to the painting, then casually studied it.  Everything is so cativating. I was wondering...  She looked back upon the woman then with a smile.  I seek something, well, self expressive. Torrid soul, mm, maybe split personality, something of that nature.

He couldn't help but direct himself towards the two women. His gaze peeking up over the Lycan's shoulder to take a look at the painting. He chugged the liquid in the glass then sat it to a tray passing by.

Catching smell of the womans floating fragrance. Perhaps over here. She smiled, leading woman to a painting of a black, red highlighted wolf facing the viewer with the reflection of a lovely woman caught in his eyes. Perhaps if you are looking for something specific, we could get together and you could detail what you would like.

She followed along with Arianna, her gaze catching the painting under the illumination of the lights. She smiled as she viewed the painting, a soft nod issued to her words.  I like this one.  Her thoughts turning to what it was she really wanted, another nod, Yes, I think that would be wonderful. But, in the meantime, I would like this. Her finger lifted, gloved silk trailing along the framing lightly. How much?

He moved right on along with the women, remaining silent and ever watchful as they talked. He eyed the painting with a lift of his brow, then attention fell upon the Lycan. The red of her dress almost blinding his keen eye sight.

She finished her glass, setting it on a passing tray. $1250.  She smiled, it was nice to see her art desired, finally, by those other than her family.

She let her gaze dart to the lurker, a questionable expression creasing those delicate features before she politely looked back to her hostess:: 1250..now is that franks, euro or US currency?  She wanted to laugh, that was alittle rich for her blood, but she really, really wanted it. She could make due, after all, she was allowed a living expense. She'd love to see the expression on her boss's face for this bill.

She laughed softly to the womans jest. then looked at her, brow furrowed some.  I don't believe you've told me your name miss.

He grew bored of the Lycan, what fun was it to him if he was to be ignored by her? He smirked to her facial expression as he eyed the painting in question, mulling over the decision to buy it out from under her, just for spite.

Trixie...  Gloved hand was brought up to sweep that annoying curl from her forehead. Clearly, her accent and the way she conducted herself spoke of a native from the good ole US of A. A soft smile lingered on her face, which in reality, she wanted to snarl at the pesky man glaring to her and her painting.

She turned her head to find the gentleman who seemed to keep his distance, offering him a smile before turning her attention back to Trixie still smiling. Well, miss Trixie, its a pleasure to meet you.

Charmed.  Her smile still shown to her. She looked back to the painting, then tilted her head a moment.  Let me look around some, and if I don't see anything else that catches my eye, I'll take this. Quite an investment for me, after all. My very first home away from home, I'm sure you understand.  She looked back to Arianna again.

If the price is too steep, i could divide the payments into 3.  Arianna nodded.  I understand, i myself have'nt been out of states long, so i really understand.

He had to fight to keep from laughing in the lycan's face. Enough was enough. he was bound to get her to direct her attention to him, if anything else was done this eve. Satisfaction would be greeted in the knowledge of admiral enemy. Without caring if he intrupted or not, he spoke up form behind the women~. 1250 did you say? That's a steal for a wolf..  His hand dove into his suit once more as he looked directly into the Lycan's gaze.  Allow me...

Both slender brows rose as the kindred jumped in with both feet. Why was the older ones so damned prestige and proper? He needed a good lashing with a buggy whip. She opened her mouth to speak, then snapped it closed to cut off the harsh words rising in her throat. She cleared her throat.  Excuse me, Arianna.  She turned to the kindred then, face to face almost.  I'm sorry, sir, that's a generous offer, but I don't take candy from strangers.

Slightly shocked by the gentlemans sudden interruption, she smiled softly to the gentleman.   i was just telling the lady i would accept payments if it truly caught her heart.

He nodded to Arianna, but still tugged out his wallet. He reached in, and brought out a silver card, handing it across to the hostess.  I see, Miss Trixie, well..in that case, I'm Blade..Blade Wolfbane, so we're not strangers anymore.  Turning his attention to Arianna.  For my painting, and cover whatever else Miss Trixie here seems to be short on.

She looked to the silver card, then to Trixie, waiting for approval before taking the card.

Again, the shock on her face said it all. She fought for her self control then as she looked back to Arianna and then back to Blade. Sounded like something you'd name a kitchen appliance. She drew her lips thin as she narrowed her gaze. Letting it dart down to take in his form, then straight up to those black eyes. If you insist, but let's not stop at just one, shall we? I do have an entire flat to decorate.

Trying with might to keep from laughing, she excused herself to the garden, letting the two work this out for themselves, obviously not strangers.

Smuggness left his face then. Infact his pale features just dropped a degree or three in shade as he heard the words from this woman. It was the classic case of open mouth, insert foot, syndrome. His smile was lost as his own mouth turned downward into a frown.  I figured you would say that. Very well, buy her out.  He waved his hand into the air then turned to walk away.

Seems with old age comes forgetfullness, Blade. But, I do thank you for the offer. Quite pleased to see your still as arrogant as ever, now go play somewhere else and let me buy my own artwork, hmm?  She shook her head and looked back to where Arianna was suppose to be, but seeing her gone, she looked to the painting, then leaned over to see where it was connected to on the easel.

She returned from the garden, looking about first finding the woman, then Blade. she approached Trixie.

Oh, there you are. Sorry about the interruption, some people.  She put on a smile again and turned from the painting, hands already in motion to her purse.  I'll take this one, and I'll pay for it, with the installments, if that's still an option. I'd hate to break the bosses bank account just yet.

She nodded.  Of course, i trying to make art so that anyone can buy it.  She laughed softly, pointing to the woman in the entrance near the coat room, If you take the painting to her, she will arrange your payments and wrap it for you.

He glanced to the women then sighed, moving over to take one more glass of the bubbly before he would take his painting and head home. He wondered why that varmint was even back here, let alone in this kind of gallery, he tried to remember just where it was he first came across her. Oh, he probably would remember eventually.

Very well, and I thank you for the wonderful piece.  She began to collect her panting, sweeping it up into her grasp with ease.  I'll contact you in the future on the other thing we discussed.

Thank you for coming, i hope to hear from you soon Trixie  She watched as the woman swept up her art work, then turned her attention to Blade as she crossed the floor to speak to him.

Trixie moved away and headed to the front of the room, mumbling something about blood suckers and sore losers..she lay the painting to the counter and began to converse with the woman on the payment arrnagments.

He was back studing the painting of before, glass half drunk as well as the rush of anger that was trying to consume him. He turned to Arianna as she neared.

She smiled softly as she approached Blade, taking another glass of champagne on her way.  You know, that wasnt nice.  She teased.

He offered a quick smile as gaze darted in the direction of the garou, then forgetting the escapade, he nodded lightly to her words, Always the wolf in sheep's clothing. But, alas, spice is the flavor of life. Add this one to the angel painting, please Arianna.  He nodded to the painting before him.

After she was fixed up and the painting covered and ready to travel, she picked it up gently and bid the woman there a good eve. Letting her gaze take one more passing glance back across the floor, she settled it on the two kindred, then directly to Wolfbane. A smile tugged to the one corner of her lips then she simply turned to exit, heading off into the night with thoughts of intrigue to ponder.

She nodded. That is one of my favorite peices. its unusual to see the woman the hunter. when i finished this one, i considered keeping it. but im glad i didnt, im sure you will get more pleasure from it than i would.

Her words brought a genuine smile to his features.  Then it is an honor to acquire it. I have just the spot for it. Should I collect the paintings myself?  He glanced to the departing lycan, then back to his lovely hostess. He knew then that, if she was willing, he would search no more for the artist of the office and lab facilities. But, that little business could wait until another time. He was sated now with his finds.

No, i will have the cashier package them for you, then they will wait at the coat check for you to pick up. She smiled softly again, excusing herself a moment to point out the two paintings he desired, then returned to him. it would seem the crowd had left, he was the last of her guests. she slipped a dark red card from under the space just under the shoulder of her dress, offering it to him.  Here is my contact information. please, feel free to call if ever you need anything.

Hand lifted out to take the card from her grasp as he let a finger trace upon the side of one slender digit.  Thank you. You'll be hearing from me, then, and soon.  The smile never faultering as he glanced down to the card, skimming it before he tucked it away into his inside coat pocket.

Slowly retrieving her hand, to join the other around the stem of her glass. Good, then i will expect to hear from you soon. hopefully not for just business.  She sipped her wine slowly, watching him from over the rim.

Slowly Zack walked into the gallery, his black hair was spiked and seemed like it had a high gloss shine on it. Biting on his lower lip he pulled his leather jacket closer to him....god he hated galleries...they smelled weird. His body was adorned in its usual attire, jeans, white shirt and his trusty jacket. Black leather boots were laced up loosely and seemed to slop on his foot slightly...he was glad actually that Jacob was gone... e ouldnt stand the bastard sometimes. Stuffing his hands into his pockets he walks around until he spots a vampire...he wanted to make peace...hopefully. But would the vamp want that?

A brow rose to her words, thoughtful gaze resting upon her's as he skimmed the front of hos suit with both hands. Quite possibly so.  A soft nod was given to that. pondering it as if a newly found treasure in itself.

She turned to see the newcomer, sneering slightly at his attire. turning back to Blade.  Excuse me. She smiled and turned to the newcomer, letting him gaze around a moment before approaching him.  May i help you sir?

Interest perked, but the deteste of that odor caught his senses again, could it be possible that the little garou vixen of before had returned in forgetting something? He mulled over the promise of getting back at her while gaze set their sights on another of the race. A tilt of his head given, then he nodded lightly to Arianna's words. He silently stood where he was, finishing his glass of champagne as eyes still held this lycan in them.

Looking up at the woman he then quickly looked to the vampire. Walking towards him he then simply walked past him and looked over afew pieces of art. Nibbling on his lower lip he ran his fingers over an old fur of a wolf...growling under his breath he turned around and asks softly,  The question is what is the point of this art gallery?

She furrowed her brow to the stranger and finished her drink.  You must not be much of a fine art lover.

Gaze panned from the man then and over to Arianna. To the point he was, but then again, for what he was, it was exprected. He looked back then to the garou as he set the empty glass back to the tray.  A new business venture. I'm sure you know all too well the devotion behind creating an establishment here, no?

She stepped to the side so she could view both men. her gaze would change from one to the other, an interesting night it has been indeed.

I do love art...but not art that is part of my line   Sighing slightly he stands up abit straighter. Forgive my intrusion but I am slightly hurt by this piece of art....how would you like me to wear a necklace of fangs?  He asks quietly but it should have got his message across.

She looked to the stranger puzzled,  Art is all a personal expression. youre the first to complain.

Both brows rose then, clearly not knowing where he was going with the concept of this. I really can't understand, but then again, we don't serve up your kind's heads at our formal 'tribal' parties, or bodyparts for that matter..well, not all kindred do, just those of us whom like the feel of warm organs in our palms.

Ignoring the other, he walked towards the male kindred...walking up to him, he holds out his hand and in a voice that was not harsh nor happy he speaks. I am Zachery of the Get of Fenris.  He looked the man over...he could be friends with the kindred but it would all depend on how they reacted...they had a very bad past.

Clearly not expecting this, he glanced to Arianna, then back to the Lycan before he extended his hand out to him to clasp palm to palm, a shake given to the warmth.  Wolfbane, Blade, if you please, Zachary.  His bidding was noted, if not left to ponder the reasoning behind it. Withdrawing his hand, he dug into his suit pocket and produced a business card, extending it back to him.  A fellow businessman myself.

She watched to two men, then decided it was time for another glass of champagne. Would either of you care for a glass of champagne?

No, thank you, Arianna, I've yet to stomach much of the bubbly without getting a buzz.

He took the card with a slight smile, I dont have one but thank you...and no I wouldnt care for a glass...I dont drink.  Yes that might sound funny becuase he used to own a bar but Zach wouldnt touch the stuff, it seemed to always upset his body and make him do things he doesnt like to do.  I came to tell you that I am sorry for what the Lycans did....

He studied the expression on the face of this one. Two lycans in one night, not the norm for him, but he knew the other, yet this one was seemingly mirrored in alot of the same kinds of sentiments. Still, he was always under caution with them.  There's really only one that's personally took a bite out of my family, pun intended. The Wolfbanes have no quirk with the Lycans of this land, so you can rest assured we won't be coming your way in a hunt without due cause.

She silently excused herself from what sounded like a personal conversation. because the gallery had a slight echo to it, she grapped a glass and when to the garden.

Nods softly and slides the card into his jean pocket.  Well that is good to know...  Looking up at him, his sea foam green eyes seemed to be filled with something that wasnt quite readable. Looking away he looked over the pieces of art. Has the exibit been successful?

Clearly this was a different one before him, so he would tread lightly. His gaze lifted in search ofthe hostess, then dutifully he followed in the steps of the Man. Well, I've purchaced two for myself, and another young lady sought one for her own...  He shifted his hands to fall behind his back as he held them in that postion as he spoke.

She game back into the gallery, looking around only seeing one man. she smiled.  -that- was interesting.

Indeed so, I can't help but wonder for what reasons he truely came in here, he's Kristen's right hand man...   He shook his head lightly as the disappearance of the lycan, then turned to his hostess.  I thank you again, Arianna, I had a very eventful night.

She stopped just a few feet in front of Blade. I'm so glad you came tonight. it was a good way too see whos who around here.

He smiled.  I agree. The hostess was the most unique of her creations. I bid you a good eve.  He nodded to her in a bowing motion, then stood to make his way to his paintings by the door.

Be well Blade. I hope you to hear from you soon.  She would turned to begin closing down.

Oh.. she would. He moved to the door after his treasures were collected, then slippd on out and headed to the awaiting limo to the curb.

Chapter 21--... lost soul + fallen angel ...

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

The past remembered through Terra the Malk's eyes

"Forgive me Father, for mercifully, I have sinned..." Were the words that passed those dark lips, accompanied by light footfalls. He seemed slightly amused at the evenings activities, first terrorizing a tourist, then taking him out to a back alley bistro for a bite to eat and a pick of the pocket yielding a nice fat pouch of gold. He just couldn't resist himself, the dead man would no longer need them and Jinx was damned to life eternal... That and the reputation his Father left him. "You're the bastard son of a Priest my good man, what more can you do than retaliate?"  Followed the light jingle of the gold, that English accent weaving it way throughout his words. "But hell, you are his only child... And you wound up with his estate and fortune, lucky, lucky you." He trailed off, a bit of humor in his voice. But at that very moment, something didn't seem quite right. The shadows told a story as he rounded the corner. "And just what do we have here... Hum?" He said low, ever so slowly moving to the next corner, light gray hues peering around to the horrid sight.

An ear to ear grin slid across his dirty lips as the machete pierced the woman's tender flesh time after time. The sound of screaming and blood spattering against the hard stone wall made him laugh loudly. "How do you like that, b*tch? You want more? Huh? How about this?" He said as a boot was raised to kick her head against the wall. Finally, enough was enough, it's bad enough he had one to get rid of, then there was her daughter. A dirty, gloved hand reached down and snagged the bleeding and battered woman by long black tresses. "Enough is enough deary..." He said, slicing her head off ending the suffering. Hues now darted to the young one as he dropped the head with the corpse and grabbed the girls tender arm. "You're next little one..." He muttered as the machete was raised over his head.

Upon being pulled from her cowering position and forced up against the cold brick, a scream passed her pale lips. This had all started when some dirty fool mistook her Mother for a prostitute... When she refused and went on about her business, the man followed them and now she was less then a few seconds from meeting the same fate as her Mother. A tear rolled down her cheek as those crystalline hues slid shut "Please sir... What did I ever do to you?" She said over his sadistic laughing. Sheer fear was flowing through her veins at this point as she remained helpless. Well, a good ole fashioned alleyway murder was just too hard to resist as he watched the street scum murder the woman. Then the young one cowering in the corner caught his eye.

 

She was petite, wearing a white bloodstained dress with long black tresses like her Mother's. He could feel the fear building in her and it sickened him. Not because she was scared, but because she was going to be murdered by lowly street filth. A twisted smirk moved across those onyx kissed lips as he began talking to himself once again. "Well Jinxie, do you believe in love at first sight?" He paused for a moment. "Hum, I don't know about that but if you don't do something, the poor girl will be dead and you'll be out of luck..." A shake of the head was given as he darted around the corner, a slim hand wrapping around the wrist of them man, bringing the flying blade to a halt. A grin crossed dark lips as his head dropped to one side aware that the man had been quite startled. "That's not very nice..." He said low as the bladed arm was pulled back, the cracking and popping of bone echoing through the alley along with a groan of pain from the assailant. "But, neither is this..." He said as the machete pierced the mans torso and slid all the way through. A shrug was given and he pushed the dying man aside. Light gray hues fell upon the girl as he offered her a tip of the top hat. "Evenin' m'lady." He said, offering her a hand.

 

She slowly slid to that cowering position as the attacker released her, clinching her rag doll. She watched and listened to what was taking place, then it was over. Hues widened as the man was pushed to one side with the blade sticking through him. A slight sigh of relief was given as blues moved to the one who saved her. The man was not very tall, maybe 5'10" or so, dressed in a nice pair of black trousers and a matching shirt with a red and black cape, heavy boots and a top hat. His appearance showed that he was seemingly a man of wealth. She quickly wiped her tears and took the gloved hand that was offered to her.

 

 

Chapter 22--Lattice Hearts: Reuniting

 

Caparthian Mountains 2004

Shadowlight Magic Shop, 3:00 pm
Shadowlight Magick Shop was on the edge of town, she'd chosen this location because it straddled the line between civilization and the wild that her soul so needed. The door open. During her quest, she'd traveled to study different magical arts. Out of respect to each she'd divided magic discipline into small sections;including everything from runes, I-Ching, many forms of die, bones and yarrow stalks, wind chimes,crystals, crystal balls, incense, candles, varies glass beads, gems and small stones,Tarot cards, books, and herbs. To the left of the counter,a small round table, used for tea, fortune readings, and so forth. The tourist trade attracted to the area by what they believed to be "legends of fiends" provided the a good cover.

Kara stepped through the beaded curtains wearing a fitted dark purple gauze top tucked into well worn faded button fly jeans with faded tennis shoes.Reaching over pulling a leather strip, looking up and outside the door while hands collected the mass of dark wild hair, pulling it up in a ponytail, binding it with the leather. She couldn't get her mind off what she'd done her thoughts where kept coming back to him to that night.

The sun was beaming down upon the pavement of the little village when Trixie arrived . Peddling up the hill had proved to her she needed much, much more exercise than her usual routine of running for her life. The red Western flyer she rode was a classic. Rust littering the paint in a few spots, and the sissy bar an added comfort. The basket buckled against the handlebars containing an array of novelties already as she inched her way though the off the beaten path shops that most tourists seemed to neglect. Slender form inched off the seat as she found a shady part of the sidewalk to rest, her hand reaching into the basket for her bottle of water. Ponytail already showing the signs of wear as a few ebon strands collected around to frame her blushed cheeks. All in all, she was happy she decided to take the junk man up on his deal in this bike. It was proving to be worth every red cent she forked out for it. The day half done, and the afternoon left for exploration. Then an array of flowers caught her eye. The shop that she now rested in front of her unveiling before her as dark orbs scanned the cozy building tucked away all to itself. Eagerly she grasp her small purse from the basket as sneakered feet were already heading towards the door. It was with shaded eyes that she took her first glance into the place as she paused to the front door upon entering. A smile parted red twins as she liked what she viewed already, as she was most anxious to see what she could find here.

Fingers of her left hand moved to the platinum half moon pulling it inside her blouse, thumb rubbed the back feeling the engraving, a soft pleasant smile gracing bare lips, the Sisterhood of the Scared Heart, was providing comfort. She was connected to but one of her sisters,after all the two of them had kept the Nuns eyebrows arching heavenward so often many must have wondered if the Nuns had, spent money on eye-lifts. Still she couldn't get a certain male out of her mind. The tea kettle was starting to make the dinging sounds as the copper expanded the water nearing a boil.

Moving forward, she smoothed a palm against the causal dress of her cotton warm-up suit, the jacket tied around her waist soon after the heat became unbearable, the white of her tank top showing hints of toned adored evil: muscles about her arms with a reddish hue of the sun already in the making for tenderness later on. Lazy steps took her closer to the woman that appeared to her, but it was her gaze that failed to look too closely at the moment, the items in the shop had claimed the scan from her eyes. Pushing the shades up, the rested gently against the top of her forehead, she drew her gaze around to the lady standing there, not about to be rude as most city women had a notion to be. As her mouth opened to speak, she couldn't, and probably looked every bit the simpleton as she simply stared to the familiar features noted in the woman before her.

Shrill whistle of steam jarred her from her thoughts, dropping the half-moon, eyes widen as she saw first the woman... shaking her head, not sure it was her. Moving with feral grace cutting off the flame to the kettle as she kept looking over to the woman a sly smile starting to form.

A warm smile then creased her features as fingers reached up to touch the half shape of the sister moon necklace against the hollow of her neck. Face took on a candid expression as she simply drew a blank. Oh dear, looks like Kara's forgotten the secret greeting! She'll be condemned to the nine hells for sure. Hearing the words from the lady in question, a soft nod was given, then she turned to glance to the others that came into the shop as well. Quite the busy little place it was. A rather sharp angle of that left brow was given as she did a double take to the male of the customers, then without as much as a questioning comment, she made herself scars as her attention drew her to the shelf that housed the crystal balls and other small fashioned crystal items. Not really sure if a crystal ball was a good idea to have around her bedroom, she made a mental note to look at them again as she shifted on through the shop. "Oh, windchimes!!" Yes, those had caught her attention as the light breeze brought on the soft chimes from the many different ones hanging there. Those would be a must have for her.

Reaching for the half-moon as she looked to Trixie lifting the half-moon a smile in her tone. The moon will shine her grace on me when my sister returns to make the scared heart whole. Kissing the half-moon adding a wink.

Fingers stopped their toying against the smooth metal of the chimes. She smiled as she turned around, her own half moon charm finding it's way to her grip once more.  That's what it was!! Shine her grace... She moved to stand before her then, letting her eyes wash about the form of the one she once held very dear to her heart.  How are you, sister?  She ask as her head nodded lightly to her.

Dark eyes revealed her joy as she moved, the smile a true one when she hugged her, arms around Trixie's waist. I'm better now. Left hand in the small of her back very gently playful spat on Trixie's left back cheek. That your here, Trixie. How are you... My sister in heart and sin.

Affection returned in a soft hug, she leaned back as her hand reached to place the missing piece of the hearts to join as one. She smiled, the sparkle in her eyes showing of the glee within form this surprised, but treasured reunitement of lost souls.  I'm doing alright, in fact things are simply wonderful now.  A knowing wink returned before she eyed Kara with that 'sin' comment, Uh oh, Kara, has that halo tarnished, surely you've not fallen from your grace and reeked havoc among the meek? Cuz if that's so, I wanna know all the juicy details.

Watching as Trixie joined the half-moons she had to admit it filled her with joy that she still worn hers, too.  Soft chuckle releasing the hug, fake look of surprise as she dropped to her knees palms pressed together looking up at her, the same tone used when they'd be chasten by the Sister Francesca. Forgive me, Sister, for my sins... For not including you in them. Starting to laugh as she rose.  Do you have time to stay for some tea?

She bursted out with laughter at the antics of long ago, then offered a hand to help her to her feet.  You were always the good one when it came to begging off from that old bat. I still have scars on the back of my...  She grinned then. Anyways, I'd love some tea...  She shifted to give a glance around the shop in search of a place to park herself, intent on staying until Kara ran her off.

Squeeze of Trixie's hand it was good to feel the warmth against hers. A glance out the door. Please, make yourself at home. Nice bike. Sitting white cups onto the saucers as she reached for the dark leaves of black tea. Do you want me to read your tea leaves? Or just chat over tea? Where are you staying?

She nodded as she moved over to the small table and chairs situated in the corner of the room.  My ride..  She grinned again.  Not as young as I use to be, that's as far as I could make it after tackling the hill.  Drawing out a chair gently, she took a seat and lay her purse to the side there as attention returned to Kara.  You know I'm not much for hocus pocus, but if you wanna read them, make sure to include something tall, mysterious and handsome in the reading.  A wave of her hand to that comment then she settled into her chair  I found a little flat just inside Stationside, I'm in the process of getting settled in...I must admit, tho, it seems that you have done very well for yourself with this shop. The warmth from just looking upon it from outside is magnetic.

Reaching over to the small fridge, hand disappeared to the far back to a golden box, taking it out. Filling the tea strainer with dark leaves, resting it in the lid of the tea pot, pouring water into the pot, lid placed.one spoon, a small pot of honey, two napkins, the lid removed from the gold box of Godiva chocolates.  Tea leave readings I do for the tourist.  Placing the tray on the table, then pouring a cup of tea for Trixie, placing it before her.  And Godiva's I only share with a sister.  Sitting across from her, pouring a cup of tea for herself.  The honey I harvest last weekend. And the shop... affords me enough money, land for my herbs, and enough local gossip.  Sip of tea taken.  For me to know when to get out of harm's way.

Such an angel...  She smiled as she looked over the tray and gaze spied the gold wrapper instantly. She reached for the honey pot the, and a spoon as she stirred the gold liquid into the dark brew, her gaze lifting up to Kara as she spoke those last few words.  Don't tell me there's more talk of war? Jesh, that was going on when I left all those years ago. You'd think they could find other things to occupy their minds..piff, men. Anyhow..I think you've did quite well with it.  She lay the spoon down to take a sip, testing the sweetness before she smiled then reached for one of the gold wrapped sweets.  You're doing what you love most..Even back then I knew the compassion you held for others, this shop just amplifies it in ways words cannot began to express.

Swallowing as she nodded tone as if convincing herself more than Trixie.  Compassion is a good thing. Right?  Soft sigh as she sat down her cup telling her the truth.  Besides it is my nature and one can't change one's true nature no matter how much I'd like to at times. Wave her hand at the shop.  Besides this is all from my personal quest, to study as many "truths", "arts of magic," and such. To gain insight into controlling that need of mine to rescue and help.  Shudders hugging herself.  I've survived to fight another day. But enough about me... Look at you, that's this b.s. about you not being in shape?

Yes, you have survived, sister..  She whispered, those words shadowed in the past that she knew of herself. If there ever were a true survivor in this word of evil and corruption; she was looking at the picturesque face of it sitting across the table from her. Without dredging up the past, she let her hand return to the curve of the cup for a quick sip of the brew. For one to have beaten the odds, the sheer will to go on was much inspiration to Trixie, more than she could ever say. A hint of a smile was seen to her words.  Too many of these things... She laughed as she held up the sweet treat for a little nibble, the rich chocolate filling up her mouth as she did.  I need to take better care of myself tho, the stress factor doesn't do anything for those little wrinkles around the eyes.  She shook her head lightly.  Maybe in your quest, you can create the elusive fountain of youth cream? Or find a way to still the hands of time.  Yes, it would seem she was dancing around their conversation, feeling the other out, years does hold gaps here and there,and with this land and it's natives, the bridge is a careful venture across.

You look wonderful, beautiful, and sexy as ever. ::Reaching across the table fingertips pushing back strand of her hair into place. soft smile. I'd just suggest the 'elixir of sunscreen' and a few more hours of sleep.  Warming up Trixie's tea, then pouring tea for herself.  Stress is so destructive to the body. We do need to go out prowling one night soon... go swimming by moonlight drive the males around here crazy like we use to...

 

 

Chapter 23--Beltane's Mysterious Interlude

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

The Grand Wisteria Hotel, 8:30 Sharp
Stars littered the velvet darkness above like diamonds. The warm air drifted about as the heat of the day gave way to the calm, cool eve. The lights outside the centuries old hotel illuminated the gray stone and copper to shine with iridescent spectrums. People moved about in an array of colors, eagerly their path would take them inside where the birth of the ballroom greeted all that would frequent this eve's event. Upon entering the elaborate hotel, the rich colors of crimson, gold and black velvet were perfectly woven against the gothic style decor. The ballroom itself an unusual shade of gray stone with carved etching of gargles, angels and demonic figures that seemed to come alive from their timeless positions. Iron gables and arches split the massive dance hall apart from the smaller, more private alcoves which were overflowing with food, and fountains streaming both bloodwyne, champagne, and a wine unique to the land called Celene..it's more common name among the locals, Moon Nectar, or Moon Wine. The colors of the spewing liquid a mixture of amber, red and iridescent accenting the theme colors with a flawless flare. A live band graced the stage to the far right of the ballroom, and the magickal working of red tinted lights and soft drifting from the fogging machines complemented the mirrored silver ball that hung overhead. Tables littered against the walls as well as booths in the private alcoves to offer a casual atmosphere to the collective party goers showing off their costumed tastes of the event.

 

Shifting himself with the currents of the night breeze, dark clothed figure slipped from the shadows of the balcony as he paused to the open ballroom. A quiet entrance is what he wanted as dark eyes shifted around to take in the sights within. The booming tone of the music offered an airy beat as the floor slithered with bodies in motion. The sea of colors contrasting against the whiteness of the fog, and he smirked lightly as that cloth mask was readjusted over his face. Stepping into the room, the cape glowed around behind him, boots echoing with every step against the tiled floor as gloved hands rested upon a leather belt. The round hat showing just a glimpse of his face, indeed so, the mark of 'Zorro' would be left here tonight.

:From the limo, Arianna made her way through the doors to the ball room. she looked around from under the gold feathers that made her mask. the bottom hem of her well fit, crimson dress dragged the tile behind her heels. small glints of gold glitter that decorated her chest arms and hair could be made into a rhythm as she made her way slowly through the room. in her left hand she held a gold lace wrap. caramel colored tresses swayed as she made her way, then sat in her claimed seat to observe.

The click of white patient platform Mary Janes echoed across the ballroom as Beth entered. White flowing silk, lace and fishnets was the dress tonight along with a set of feathered wings and blonde ringlets that rested upon her shoulders. Features were covered in paints of shimmery silver with swirls of black and a few gemstones here and there. It was a change of course, but the reaction would be priceless... But she was still curious as to Maggie's little surprise... My god, could she only imagine...

Hooded cloak covered what control she'd gained over her dark wild tresses; Kara'd given it her best effort by pulling the sides up away from her face twisting and securing just below the crown. Each side was held back with three barrettes, when the hood was pulled back it would show the warm rich amber set in the hair jewels. For now they where hidden to enhance the effect of her costume. Dark curls licking the silk of the white mask covering half her face eyelids shadowed in the same silken white long dark lashes brushed with mascara. Pausing as she made her way into the grand room. Cloak untied leaving lightly tanned skin as the perfect showcase for the platinum and Austrian Garnet choker dangling above the white peasant blouse. The necklace was unique especially when looked upon by any kindred, the illumination of the Tzimise blood serving as a symbol of friendship along with a harsh warning to any who dare to harm the wearer. Finishing the costume a black skirt falling past her knees black dress boots lapped by the red velvet. A basket hung over her left arm just swayed to the stop before she continued moving taking in the designs.

The light tap tapping of heels could be heard as a lone silhouette entered the front doors of the hotel. Brilliant browns heavily lined in dark inking with a touch of amber to accent the shimmer pools could be seen within a mask of vinyl that hugged to supple features of her beauty, delicate ears perched upon the top of her head. Red gloss was the color that shaped full lips, already turned up to offer a catty smile to any that looked her way. The soft crackle of leather could be heard with that slow strut as a gloved hand idly twirled the cat-o-nine looking tail clutched lovingly in her fist. The vinyl cat suit she wore showed a scattering of skin s it was tattered in places, perhaps from an alleyway confrontation of the purrfect kind. Criss crossing segments woven over her upper torso supported supple curves of the halter, as the back was left bare and showing off that toned body of her's. Trixie paused to the doorway of the ballroom, a grin hitting across glossed twins as she surveyed the crowd. Her mind pondering just what this night will offer to the infamous catwoman.

Blade moved down from the balcony via the spiraling staircase, his hand moving to rest upon the hilt of a rapier attached to his belt. A piece from his own private collection and was just as sharp as the mind of it's owner. Reaching the ground floor, he weaved himself through the crowd as gaze panned here and there, skimming the painted faces and the oddly designing of the crowd.

Well, if it wasn't Miss Maggie indeed... Only she was...Sporting pigtails... Deep blues peered around as the click of sparkly red 7 inch Mary Janes echoed along with Beth's. And oh was she a sight, wearing an ever so short baby blue and white checkered dress with matching apron and white thigh highs. In one hand was a picnic basket and in the other was a black poodle with little blue bows. Pale features were covered with blue and gold paints ever so delicately twisted and curled.

A hint of a smile forming on berry stained lips when she caught a glimpse of Catwoman. Dodging a few females in outfits she wasn't sure what they young gaggle was dressed up to be. She lost sight of the well toned leather clad beauty and just managed to not get stepped on by two males dressed up as Dr. Frankenstein and his creation. Stopping her trek turning around grateful for a wall behind her.

The toga draped his frame as regal as anything he would don, roman sandals bound his feet, and of course preverbal leafed crown was set around the slick backed locks of his head. Tied off in ponytail fashion, the Regent only word a splatter of white and black inkiness to his face. The thinly added design of scroll like circles about piercing black eyes that were now studying the crowd in silence. He had entered from the back of the room, his entourage of ghouls following in his wake appropriately dressed as roman guards to this Caesar of the night. The expression upon Antoine's face was passive as he nodded his head to a few onlookers. As with this eve came a squabble from his siblings about the fact he was going to make a showing at this event. He had won the argument with a firm tone and a soft heart. It was his place to oversee his coven and the lad that the dwell in. But, tonight would be his bidding night to the region. As Rachyl had excused herself to talk to a small crowd of her friends, he made his way onward to see what lay just inside the room.

Onyx eyes spotted the color of red moving about in the mouth of the room, Trix let eyes linger upon the shine of a garnet looking necklace before she inched her way on into the room. The light swinging of the corded tail was still twirled in her grasp as she studied the faces scattered about.

Having seated herself near a wall, she had the perfect view to watch everything that was happening. noticing similarities of those who entered, she smiled slightly, laying her shawl across her lap she continued watching.

Spying his father, he shifted around to face him before he paused where he stood. A glance to the ghouls scattered about his presence, he shook his head lightly then plucked a glass from a floating tray going by underneath a penguin dressed waiter. Sipping the glass, he looked about the room, then shifted his gaze back upon his father, speaking in hushed tones.  I still say this is a bad idea..

Nick's feet echoed as he enetered the large ball room. His feet covered by black knee high travelling boots. As a joke he wore a mask over his face of a wolf, a blue cape hung from his shoulders. A black vest and loose fitted white, medevil style shirt over his chest. After entering the place, his eye's glanced around at the occupants. He gave a deep sigh before walking forward in the direction of the drinks.

Emerald hues managed to find her dear brother as she just ignored Maggie and her little guest, though she didn't feel out of place anymore. A smirk crossed those golden kissed lips as she slowly moved towards Blade... Maybe he wouldn't recognize her? She gave a light nod as her head fell to one side.  And just what are you supposed to be?  She said low as that smirk tightened.

Nick stopped at a small bar and rested his elbows atop the bar. His eye's still glancing aroun at the others and his ears picking up what was being discussed. He hadn't had much free time lately, this place sounded like a good idea.

Blade lifted a hidden brow as he turned his head and gave a glance to the blonde woman addressing him. Recognizing the voice, and the attitude, he smirked right back to her as he held in a chuckle.  I was just about to ask you the very same thing...does that angel know you stole it's wings?

A twisted grin crossed ruby colored lips as Maggie scooted over to the orderve table. A gloved hand snatched up a wheat cracker with some kind of pate' spread across it... And she gave it a whiff...  EW! Liver...  She sad with a gag.:: Here Toto, eat up...  She said, holding the cracker for the dog to lick the noxious concoction from the cracker.

Resting the basket on a small table hands moved pulling back the red hood shaking dark curls down against the hood. Fingers moved straighten the choker as Kara reached for the basket she caught sight of the group collecting around Caesar. Gazed stopped on "Zorro", as did her reach for the basket. The truely unabashed feeling of one on Liver brought a soft laugh.

Nick casually looked to the one who screamed out in fear of the liver, he gave a smirk from behind his mask along with a light chuckle.

Ambling up to the bar, Trix glanced over the costume of the deemed wolf sitting there as leather clad form leaned against the counter. She waggled the end of her fake tail out into the air trying to flag down a tender of the sorts. Honestly, this suit was hot and she could feel the onsight of the sunburn against her shoulders where the thin strips crossed them. She never knew catwoman to be anything but refined in her actions. But this cat was about to blow a vein if she didn't get something wet to drink.

Antoine ignored the needling by his son.. Enjoy the night, my son, and worry not of my well being.. He shewed him aside as leather clad feet moved him onward through the crowd.

She sneered to Blade as those hues drifted to Dear Old Dad. Funny... What's he doing here?  She said low, adjusting her wig. Hues then drifted to Maggie and the little dog raiding the refreshments table. And I hope you didn't spend a fortune on all that food... Considering the fact that Maggies guest is lapping up the patte'...

Nick  glanced to the one now who walked to the bar who was wearing a fake tail. He hadn't been around others for some time, he may have forgotten how to make small talk. He flagged down the tender and got a drink for the woman, sliding it in front of her non chaulantly.

She perked up a brow as the drink appeared before her. She smiled to the wolf as she turned to take another look upon his outfit.  Wolfman..cute. Maybe we can get together some night and howl at the moon.  She grinned as gloved hand moved to coil slender fingers about the glass, then taking a sip, she would have paid a fortune to drown in a tub of this stuff.

Blade gave a glance over to the food spread then sighed.  He wouldn't stay put..and I warned him .. but you know how he is...He insisted on coming...  He arched a brow as he looked back to Beth.  As far as the fee of the food, it's coming out of her paycheck if that mutt drools all over it..

Nick gazed to her from behind his mask again.  I'm not one for cliche's such as that   He had already said it. Obviously he wasn't as smooth a talker as he once was, seeing as how he had been too busy with work for a personal life.  ... ... Whats your name? If I may ask  He asked the tender for a glass of tap water and got it almost instantly. He sipped at the water as he looked the woman over.

She slid her catwomanly self upon a barstool as those heels laced within the wood of the chair, a glance offered to the room before she turned her attention back to the wolf.  Name..? why I'm catwoman..meooow!!  Another grin from pearly whites were shown to him as she leaned back. But most call me Trixie in the real world, freelance retainer..at your service.. She held out a gloved hand to him.  And you would be...?

Beth snickered and shook her head, watching Maggie as she ate something.  Oh be nice, Maggie's cute... Maybe if she clicks her heels together...  She just snickered again.  Go be a good host and say hi, will ya?  She said, slowly moving towards her Father with a quirk of the brow.

Blade sighed under his breath as he moved away from his sister and weaved his way across the room. Stopping to the tables littering the wall, he spotted a set of legs barely hidden underneath the sparkle of studded red velvet. He smiled and offered a nod to her, pausing before her.  Good eve to you.

Nick chuckled at the meeoow. A Garou posing as a cat, quite entertaining. He took her hand a lightly kissed it before giving it back to her.  You may call me Nicholas. I'm a bit of a freelancer myself...but, I'm more of a historian, I guess. He sipped his water once more.

Trisha lifted a brow as that kiss was pecked across her gloved hand.  Charming..Nicholas..what brings you all the way out here to the deadlands?  The whiff of garou fell across her senses, but to pinpoint the exact tribe would prove to be an impossible task. As her hand moved to curl against the black polished counter, she took a sip of her drink as she gave him her undivided attention.

Indeed Mags had taken a bite of something... And spit it right back out.  Ew! Caviar... Nasty.  She muttered picking up something she knew of... A ritzy pig in a blanket with Feta cheese and puff pastry. Want one Toto?  It didn't matter, after she was done stuffing her face, she was helping the poor dog along with it's dinner.

He recognized the artist instantly, those golden hues impossible to miss.  Would you care for a drink while I'm on my way to the table?

Pale golden gaze met Zorros, dark red lips matching her dress smiled sweetly. silent a moment, her spanish accent would spill softly.  Good eve to you as well.  Her smiled grew recognizing unmistakeable features. A drink would be lovely.

Nick thought for a moment to remember why he was in this country.  I'm here for a study of a sort. I travel quite a bit and I ended up here. And well, this place sounded interesting, so I came. And yourself?  He had been apart from most of the tribes that he wouldn't even try to figure out what tribes were even present in this place. He chomped on a piece of ice from his drink, now pushing his mask up.

Trix watched as that mask lifted and his face was unveiled to her. Smile got alitle wider as she let her watchful gaze study him. Oh, the usual, sight seeing...I use to live here way back when. Now that I'm freelancing, I thought it might be a good idea to return ...though the place has changed so much..

Maggie figured it was the right time to move on the the ever so inviting veal chops smothered in some kind of red sauce. Slim fingers wrapped around a white bone as she brought the rare meat to her lips.  Oh! Mmmm, a French sauce made from crushed duck bone... And blood...  And with that, she chowed down, giving the bones to Toto.

A nod issued to her and Blade turned, that gaze ever searching for the sparkly hint of the necklace he most certainly spotted on his way over here. Taking a glass of the champagne from the table, he was slow in his steps as gaze lit upon the coiling of ebon locks against the pewter shine from the necklace.

His face was smooth with the exception of his five O'clock shadow that Nick didn't bother getting rid of. His blue eye's glanced to her as his mask was resting on his head.  Has it? I didn't notice...I've been here only once before and that was only to travel through.

Sweeping up the basket looking over to Catwoman. No doubt in her mind now her first thought was correct. It'd been more moons that she'd like to admit, seeing Trixie at play, had only improved it seemed. Kara chose a table away from the others. Turning her attention to watch the parade of costumes.

Well, consider yourself lucky. So far, other than a long ride through the hills on a rusted old western fyler..this place has proved to be holding true in following the fashionable trend. The old ways seemed to have fled.  She gave a hint of a smile to him before gaze returned to her glass cradled within her grasp.

Appearing before Arianna, the glass was offerd out to her with a leather clad hand. A smile formed upon Blade's lips as he passed it over.

Arianna gave a small nod as long slender fingers coiled the bowl of the glass. Thank you.  She motioned for him take a seat.

Nick returned the smile as he placed his glass back to the bar-top waiting for it to be re-filled. So, what do you like to do when you're not at a costume party or working?  He looked to his newly filled glass of water.

Blade graciously nodded to her as he declined her invitation.  I would love to sit and chat, but my father lurks about and I'm not so sure he's as safe as he thinks he is..I shall be back to make my rounds, meanwhile, enjoy.. He bowed to her before he stood up again and moved on back around to the table, stelling silently up behind Maggie and her muttley pet. Leaning over her shoulder, he offered a hushed.  Boo  into her ear.

Hmm, good question. I'm so use to working it seems all my life has been spent doing that very thing. Trixie leaned back, allowing her back to form against the curve of the chair.  I am rather fond of exploring. The shops around here are a great place to spend the day plundering about. That's about all I've managed to do so far, other than moving into a flat intown.  She tilted her head about, those dark eyes returning to his.  What is it that you do exactly ..in your freelancing expertise?

And bones flew everywhere. EEEEEEEEEEEEK! OH! Howdy Uncle Blade!  And Maggie just had to say that fairly loud too.  I was just about to go bug the waiter over there... What's this yellowish looking thing?  She asked, pointing to a plate of Foie Gras. It smells kind of funny... Dunno if I should eat it or not... She said with a light shrug.

Blade glanced down to what she was pointing at. A lift of his brow as he pondered that question. Liver.. He said inspecting it closer.  Duck liver... Bonappitite..  He smirked as he moved on away from her, wiping the crumbs off his shirt casually. He paused yet again as this time dark orbs would fall squarely upon the glow of the marked necklace. A hint of a smile tugged to his features as he moved with a purpose towards it's owner.

Nick thought for a moment of how to put it. He didn't like going around telling everyone all of the details of his chosen profession:: I study... history. Like I said, I'm more of a historian. People usually ask me to explore certain things that they wouldn't want to. I'm... He smirked. Indiana Jones. Without the whip, however.

Trixie grinned to that last comment. That sounds exciting. Alot better than the line of work I'm in... She squirmed in her seat then as that tail was tugged on and pulled free to dangle against the side of her chair.  Darn thing get's in the way..   She paused long enough to let the tender refill her glass, then a long sip of the bubbly was taken. Ahh, that hit the spot.. She leaned over to him then, whispering.  This suit is very hot..you couldn't pay me enough to wear it for a living.   A soft nod to those words as she sat back up and returned to her spot against the bar.

Maggie cringed and moved towards another table.  Ew! Rich people have nasty taste...  She finished, shaking her head. But the Beef Wellington looked inviting... And quite rare indeed... This time she made herself comfy at the table and dug right in, knowing she would regret this indeedy.

Hair pulled up, every strand in place chin lifted perfect smile walking through the room. The linen toga held into place with a golden broach baring the Wolfbane creast. It was one thing to play Caesar's wife but Rachyl'd never let the world forget that in her mind Lord Wolfbane was grander than any anient roman leader. She stopped only when she reached her Master, eyes staying on him.

Arianna slowly rose from her seat, glass in hand as she sipped slowly. soft clicks of crimson heels carried along through the crowd, now and then stopping for short conversations.

Nick smirked to her and took another sip of his water before he looked her over in the suit and nodded.  Maybe you should take it off   He almost wanted to slap himself for using such a lame line.

Antoine made his rounds throughout the room, a handshake here, a nod there, then dark eyes fell upon the women in red standing off by herself. A warm smile was offered to her as he stopped before her. Mademoiselle..  He offered as he did not recognize this kindred. As Rachyl appeared beside him, a hand was offered out to her and palm touched to palm as he encased her delicate hand into his. A smile to her, then his attention returned to the lady he had addressed, eagerly awaiting her name.

Beth just watched her Father from afar, knowing he wouldn't recognize her if she didn't speak. Occasionally hues would fall upon Maggie who was making a pig of herself as usual... But at least she was enjoying herself, unlike Beth... Social gatherings were her downfall as usual.

What was she doing here social events had passed out of her life over two decades ago. Kara had been rubbing the lowest dangling garnet as she sat it a comfort to her. Squiggling back against the chair.

A grin hit across those rich red twins.  Don't tempt me..I'd hate to wind up in the slammer here...if you know what I mean.. Both brows arched up in a knowing look before Trisha laughed lightly. As always, the bubbly was going straight to her head. An intoxicated were..now that was an amusing thought. Of course, she knew better than to start drinking, but looking back into the face of the young man sitting next to her, it might prove to be the right thing tonight. So, what do you do for fun. grave digger?

Arianna offered a friendly smile as she shifted forward slightly, nodding her head. she looked the man over, then his companion. Arianna... She paused a moment. And you Senor.. are?

Blood spent to warm her body tempature, Rachyl slipped her hand into Antonie's,  smile returned. Stepping closer to him. Nod given to the lady before her attention turned to the room.

Antoine Wolfbane, and this is my beloved..Rachyl..Tis a pleasure to meet you finally. Blade told me what a grand event I missed in your gallery opening. Maybe you could offer a private showing to us some eve? The painting he bought was exquisite.

Nick chuckled and then stopped realizing how many tombs he had actually gone into. Well, I always took that saying "If you like your job you don't have to work a day in your life" to heart and I guess I get caught up in my work quite often. So if I'm bored I tend to look for someone who may need use of my expertese. I use to go hunting  He looked to her eye's as he hoped she was actually listening.

 

I am glad to finally meet you Senor Wolfbane.  She smiled to Rachyl.  I do believe a private showing could be arranged.

Slipping up behind the unknowing young moon maiden, Blade smiled slowly as he looked down upon her and that necklace. Perching his gloved hands upon the leather belt of his waist, he simply stared at the way it fit her slender neck.  I had anticipated it to be lovely on you, but I never would I thought it to be this stunning..How are you this eve, Kara?

Warm smile as Rachyl looked at the woman, a welcoming tone. So you are the very talented artist. The painting is an exceptional work of art... just like the artist.

Arianna's cheeks warmed slightly, she smiled bashfully. thank you. you are too kind.

 

Dark eyes were indeed trained upon him, as those ears listening to every word that he offered to her. Even the fake ears on Trix's head looked comically tilted towards him. She smiled slowly, then nodded to him.  I agree..why do something you simply hate with your life..and your heart's calling is just a step away from achiving. I'd love to see some of your trinkets..and I know you keep some of them, the good ones do. The cutthroats and thieves sell off to the likes of private buyers and museums..I, personally have a few Eqyptian items that I wouldn't sell for no amount of money..So I know you have some.

Kara's smile widened to that of a beauty queen's as dark eyes met his pushing back the red cloak of bare shoulders dark eyes meeting his. I'm excellent now Blade.  Pushing hair over her shoulder. Thank you for the gift. What do you think of the way the stones hang?  Okay, so that didn't come out the way she'd wanted and she was hoping he'd not laugh too hard over her social fas paux.

Nick nodded. I have the ones that I feel others do not deserve. Otherwise I do sell them off for a good profit to museum's or someone that I may know fairly well. He finished his glass of water again and placed his hand over the glass so the tender knew that he wanted no more water.  And all of my stuff is actually in America. Thats where I'm from.

Antoine listened to the two women intently as dark eyes looked her over. As Rachyl comment on her work, he nodded his approval as well. We look forward to the showing.

I know that you are busy man, perhaps in the next few days i could get information as to when would be best for you schedule.

Really? I grew up in DC..but school took me here to Eastern Europe..Guess that place has changed as well..  Her gaze lowered to where his hand was resting, her eyes trying to spot any signs of jewerly or faint markings near his wrist, anything that would hint to what tribe he belonged to. If he was indeed ronin, then all the better. At least she wouldn't have to make an effort professionally to keep up with him. On the other hand, maybe something alittle personal? Well, she wouldn't mind that one little bit. She smiled up to him as she met his gaze.  I'm sure you have a great piece.. ~She offred a teasing wink as she let her glass slip back to the tender for a refill.

Raachyl gave a soft laugh,  crinkling of her nose.  My dear, Ms. LaCrue, I'm anything but kind. Smiles. Your artistic style is that of another... Letting her sentence fade without finishing.

Splashes of color adorned the sky, small wisks of wind seemed to whip around the area as Zach walked down the narrow cobble stone walkway to his destination. Slow steps brought him to the entrance, right as he walked up a tall man opened the door for him and drew his arm through the air as if telling him to enter. Zach had a wolf mask on that resembled what he truely looked like...he wasnt very creative. His legs were graced with black leather pants that clung tightly to his legs, a white almost fluffy shirt was upon his chest. Keeping the mask down he walked down the hall way towards the noise he could hear ringing through out the building. Yes Zach was nervous, after Jacob left he was left in charge. He didnt want to come off on the wrong hand. Stifling a yawn he walked through afew people and made his way to a table nestled in the background.

Nick smirked.  I like to think so  He wore no jewelery on his hands. A small lump could be seen at the center top of his shirt and a chain around his neck, some sort of necklace around his neck, but what it was exactly couldn't be made out. Simultaneously he was doing the same with her, trying to find what tribe she may have been from. Yeah, I was born in Alaska. Nothing special. I know for a fact that it hasn't changed at all there.

Antione nodded as he glanced to Rachyl.  She will check the schedule and allow a time for a showing. Certainly I'm not that busy to come out to your gallery.

Arianna smiled, letting the unfinished sentence go.  I am glad to hear that Senor Wolfbane. i look forward to it.

Blade's smile didn't falter as he lifted a hand up to trace against the curve of the necklace.  I do, more so now that they are against your skin. I hope you didn't think it was too....gawdy?  He paused as he slid himself into a chair across from her.  But, with the garnets being so-so about their cut, it caught my eye as being different, a cut above all the rest. Of course I knew then it was the one..

Rachyl smiles a smile that only Antoine evolked as she returned his smile. She was going to ask the artist about a commissioned painting but she would wait.

Alaska!! Now there's an adventure in the making. I love exploring..  She had already made that clear before, but for some reason she had to repeat it to him. As far as her own attire, the body hugging catwoman suit left nothing to show as far as personal effects, but left nothing to imagination as far as the rest of her slender form. Dark eyes finally left his as she took up the glass in the curve of her palm, a few sips taken.

Kara's eyes almost closed to the coolness of his fingers lifting her chin almost offering Blade her neck a soft whimper escaped. Dark eyes opening lashes fluttering against the silk of the white half-mask.  Not gawdy at all and yes.. the craftmanship is that of a master's work. Smiling more leaning towards him almost a whisper. I've never seen anything like it... nor you.

Arianna looked at Rachyl, slightly canting her head to the left. she smiled watching her expression change.  Senora Wolfbane, you look as if you have something youd like to add.

Nick shook his head. No, there may be a few interesting Wendigo packs to meet there, but nothing out of the ordinary other than that. At least as far as I know, I haven't been sent there yet. Believe it or not I actually did go to DC though He finally sat in the stool that he stood beside the entire time. He adjusted until he was comfortable and in his mind he was smirking at her figure. Some interesting stuff in those sewers.

Again, Antinoe bowed to the young artist. Very good, We shall be off now, it was a pleasure to meet you Arianna..come Rachyl..  His attention turned to his lovely lady as he turned, making his exit to the rear door in which he had arrived.

Squeezing Antoine's hand, yes, she'd kept the pretense of breathing up all evening faking a small yawn free hand covering her mouth. Smiling as she looked up at him, finger waves to La Crue.  Nice meeting you.  Off she went with him.

Arianna offered a small wave back. and you as well.

And there it was..Wendigo..it seemed to fit him, at any rate. She tilted her head as she looked back around to him. A hint of a smirk laced those glossy red lips as she heard his comment.  Sewer, huh? What were you trying to dig up?

Nick chuckled at the memory.  A Vampire, was all he said.

Just as Beth suspected, not even a look from her dear Father.  I knew it...  She said low, making her way towards Maggie, dragging her and the little dog out the far exit. 'Twas time to go home and do a bit of plundering.

Vampire, huh? Well, your either one brave son of a gun, or insane.  She downed the rest of her glass and stepped from the barstool. Excuse me a sec, I must seek the sand box for a moment..  A smile cast his way as she needed to go make a pit stop in the little girls room.

Nick nodded and smiled.  I'll still be here  He watched her walk away as he took a piece of ice into his mouth and chomped it down.

Satisfied that the necklace was the right choice, Blade nodded lightly to Kara, the darkness of his eyes never once leaving her face.  Besides, it's a mere token, a fitting one at that, but the real gift lies in the return of your kindness.

Nick glanced around at the others in the place as he sat in his stool and swallowed his piece of ice, now facing the rest of the room, his back to the bar and his elbows ontop of the bar.

The sound of the room seemed to have faded, but Kara still caught snippets of converstion. Trixie's sultry voice filtered into her hearing the most, it was comforting to know she was home. She could feel herself what? blushing! who, me Kara! yes, she could feel her blood warming. Leaning closer to Blade hushied whisper.  You still being here is what is important... Pulling back some to look into his eyes.

The clicking of heels was heard again as Trix returned, that swinging fake leather tail of her's drawn up and gently came tracing over the back of his shoulders before she planted herself into her seat once again.  I'm back by unpopular demand..  She grinned as she reached up to lift that mask from her face. A shake of her head brought ebon tresses down to spiral around her shoulders. One hand slipped up to wisp away a few tickling against her cheek.

<w>Gaia has smiled on us both. Kara's eyes were searching his. What a blessed friendship this will be because we know where we stand when one is in need.

A soft nod confirmed her words, But Blade wasn't so sure about the Gaia part, but he wasn't going to complain. This land was big enough to allow both their kind here, he just silently wondered if this friendship would last under the threat of the tribes about. Yes, the talks of war had reached the top of the hill where the estate was located, and he was with his father on staying out of the mess. He resisted the urge to touch her skin again as his attention remained upon her gaze. A hint of a smile curved up the corners of his mouth as he caught himself staring for far too long. Eyes averted as he slowly stood.  would you care for something to drink?

Welcome back mi'lady  Nick turned in his stool to face her now.  But as for the vampire digging up, I don't think it was too crazy. He was already dead... granted he was pretty well guarded. Besides, it was a Ventrue who hired me to find the old bag of bones, I had expected the worst and I went prepared for the worst  He removed his mask from the top of his head and placed it to the bar now. His hair short, raven black and spiked.

Ah ha..so you did have to take on some of them..isn't it strange how their kind cling together like rats over their dead while a graveside goodbye and covering of the body works for us?  Trix shrugged lightly as she sat back, allowing her gaze to sweep across the crowd a moment, then returned fully upon him.

Realizing where she was, Kara held nervous laughter,  standing up a few seconds after he did. Whispering.  Yes... I mean... umm... Soft sigh looking to the room then back to him reaching for her cloak still on the chair stepping to Blade.  perhaps, another time on the drink?

Nick lightly chuckled.  Well, I found that some Vampires are very wise and I use their services from now and then. But I understood after I found the bones why they were guarding it. But I'd rather not go into details with that... He looked around knowing there were Vampires here, but he wasn't saying what he said to cover his own back, he had about four total contacts that were of the leech kind. And they had proven quite useful so far.

Blade gave a nod to her.  Of course. It's late, at least let me walk you out?  He offered a hand out to her in hopes she would at least allow him this honor.

Sitting up he looked across the room, sea green eyes drifted over the form of Trisha. Standing up he could smell the alcohol that mingled in her blood stream and was exhaled through her lips. Shaking his head softly he pushed himself away from the table and walked towards her. Keeping the mask upon his face he weaved his way through the crowd until he made it to her.  Excuse me...I wanted to introduce myself. I am Zachery Dugan  Wondering how she would act to his sudden appearance he kept his body straight and yet tilted his head to look down at her.

Kara nods, slipping the red velvet cloak over her arm sliding it under the handle of the basket. Taking his hand tone true.  I'd like that, very much.

Trix grinned as she listened to Nick. She wouldn't admit to knowing vamps herself, and the ones she was in cohoots with, she'd just as soon forget they existed until she needed something from them. She took the last few sips from her glass of bubbly when the tone of another male voice came in from behind her, turning upon her seat, she eyed the costumed Get curiously as twins grew into a hint of a smile. Why hello Zachery Dugan, how's life been treating ya?  Her arm slid to the bar as she curled it against the counter, head cradled in her palm as she looked up to him.

Laughing under his breath, Zach smirked.  Things could be better...and yourself?  It made him smile that she stared at him like that....as most people knew his old life was not the best. He pimped and played and yet he had calmed down. Yet sadly he was only male. Shifting slightly he snorts softly.  I need to talk to you...but I am guessing you are busy right now. He looks away from her slightly.

Blade moved through the lingering crowd as he made his way towards the open doors, pausing to open it before onward he led her out into the coolness of the night. Gaze panned around to take in the fountain, then turning to her, he took her hand into his gently and brought it to his lips to brush a kiss upon it. It was truely good to see you tonight.

Kara's gaze had stayed on him so many emotions were gaining control over her logic. Inhaling the coolness of the night. The same feel of electrity ran through her, as it had when she'd touched him for the healing, when he took her hands. Heartbeat racing smiles eyes closed feeling his cool lips against the back of her hand squeezing, warm tone. It was wonderful seeing you, Blade. She Smiled. You look so much stronger than the last time.

Busy as a little bee...  Grin seemed to widen then as Trish continued her study of him.  But, if you'd like to call me..we can work something out. Right now I'm drunker than a skunk and I hope I can find my way back to the kitty condo soon. The room has been giving me a most nasty spin or three... She stretched then, the soft crackle of leather gave a protest to her sudden motions..She slipped a gloved finger dwn into the top of her halter and produced a business card. She then reached out to offer it to him. Here ya go, I kept it warm for ya.

Kara released his hands.  Thank you again. Have a safe night and peaceful rest. That said she turned and ran down through the dark streets all the way to her shop.

I feel stronger, every night as a matter of fact. I owe you so much.  His smile seemed to darken a moment as he paused to tilt his head.  It's not like a Wolfbane to own anyone anything, but I think that I can afford to own this raven haired beauty before me anything her heart desire. Fair trade I think for her services. Erm.... As she ran off he couldn't help but grin.  I see you still have that old charm about yourself, Blade..  He muttered as he turned tomove back to the front doors.

Zach  reached over and plucked the card from her grasp. That is very kind of you...because business cards should always be warm  A smirk curled on his lips as he shook his head and turned away from her. Walking back towards the exit he sighed softly. God he was tired...he was tired of many things but frankly he was just plain tired. Walking out of the doors he blinked back a rip of sadness as he though of how things were and the future. Maybe he was scared... maybe he wasnt. It was something no one would know but him. Walking out of the building he headed home.

Arianna slowly mingled her way through the crowd, stopping for small conversations and laughing a bit as she slowly made her way to the entrance of the great room. once outside she waited for her limo.

Trixie's gaze darkened as her smile faded..seeing the Get slink off had left her with silent reservations, even the drunk act she put on seemed to be lacking it it's efforts to provoke him. A sigh as she looked back to the bar, such was the way of her job, damned if you do, damned if you don't. Oh well, she looked back over to Nick again and shrugged.  people are just so strange..

Nick took another piece of ice into his mouth and chomped down on it looking to "Cat Woman".

Well, I guess I'll call it a night. Trixie leaned over and plucked up her mask, then slid down from her barstool.  I've enjoyed our little chat, Nick..it was nice to meet you, even in a place like this.

Nick nods and raises his glass to her. Perhaps I will see you around?

She smiled as she offered a hand to him in parting.  Of course you will, not many men still kiss the hand of a lady..that's something to remember. Take Care now.

Nick took her hand and kissed it once more, this time with a wink and gave her her hand back, allowing her to leave. He watched her walk off as he chomped on his ice.  You too.

Changing her mind, Arianna walked back into the ball, taking a glass from a passing waiter, she walked along through the crowd again.

Trixie glanced back to him over her shoulder, those dark eyes holding slight mischief to them as she did. Turning, she proceeded to make her way out and to the parkinglot, eager to get home and out if that suit.

Nick stood from his stool and left his glass behind and headed out of the ballroom. He sighed and smiled after having such a good time.

Arianna circled the room until she found a windowed perch to view from. sipping champagne and lost herself in a daze.

 

Chapter 23--Shadows Linger

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

Wolfbane Estate, 4:00 am
Heavy steps would echo up the concrete walk as Blade seclusion of the limo. The ball had left a rather peculiar feeling upon him. The night harbored signs of reservations among his thoughts, all that seemed to lead back to the Lycan. Of course, it as obvious she had saved him; by now the effects of the blood would have drove him into his own demise. He was sure he would have ended his undead suffering before allowing his precious family to witness his obvious screw up. Failure was not a common word in the Wolfbane household. And, in reflection to this very thing, his father had been wise in allowing no error for his siblings. He just wished things had been different for their childhood. A silent shunning was very noted by Blade; why his father chose not to acknowledge Beth was also troubling him. Where there underlying circumstances that his otherwise absence to the family left him unknowing? He sighed lightly as he moved on through the open door of the estate, a glance made to the few servants lingering around tidying up.

It was just as well, he was tired, this eve had took alot out of him, even though he was stronger; he had yet to feed since the night Kara removed the Set's curse. Moving up the stairs, a voice called to him from below. Turning, dark eyes bore down upon Knox as he awaited his master's attention. Then bowing thoughtfully to him as he spoke. "Master, your father wishes to speak with you...he's resting in the study.."

An inward sigh..the nine hells only knew what he wanted to discuss this late. Certainly he wasn't wanting dredge up the security issue after the ball was over? Wonders never ceased with this man. Well, whatever it was, Blade had every intention to make it short, and to the point. Strating down the stairs again, he paused to the bottom to hand off his hat and mask to one of the house servants, then cloak was slipped off his shoulders. He looked to Knox as he tugged fingers roughy out of the leather gloves.  "Any idea what this matter concerns?" He ask in a hushed tone. He watched the expression of his loyal servant remain stoic as Knox simply shook his head.  "Very well then, have my quarters set up please..I shall retire shortly."  With that he walked onward and moved at a quick pace to his father's study.

"Come in, my son, and shut the doors, please."

"Father... it's late, can this not wait until later? I'm really not in the mood to discuss business..."

"Business? Who said anything about that? Nonsense, can't I not talk to my only son about the evening's festivities?"

"I would like it better if you shunned me the way you've shunned Beth, but then again, that's a matter that eludes me.Maybe you can clarify that for me?"

"Your sister has excluded herself from the family; She's made it clear she wants no part of Rachyl, or will stand to be in the presence of her or Marcus. I can only respect her decision in the matter."

"Oh, I think it's alittle more complicated than that, 'Dad'. I've made my opinion known on the matter as well..Now, what is it that you desire to talk about..?"

"I met the Torrie artist this eve. Very intriguing woman, Arianna."

"Yeah, she is...what about her?"

"Well, I was just saying to Rachyl earlier that you do need to settle down; you've been gone too long from your home in Stationside...."

"No."

"Son, I am merely suggestioning...."

"And I said no. We've been through this too often that I like to remember. Everytime I come home, as a matter of fact. I was hoping that after a few centuries of this, you'd figure out that I am just not interested in that."

"The Regent's seat..."

"Is what? I told you I am not apt to take on this pompous role. I am not you, Father. You were bred for that role, not me."

"All I'm suggesting is that you start thinking about your future...and the future of your family. Legacy, Blade. For all that I will leave you..and to future generations...our kind must prevail."

"No, your suggesting I settle down with a social butterfly, take over the Regent's seat and procreate. You know my views on all three. I've more than found my place among 'our' kind. I'm committed to the Hand; and to perservation of the Blood. I am a sworn Sabbat protector..THAT commitment takes me out of my beloved home and into the immortal world."

"And this commitment, does it include a young Lycan woman that I saw you with earlier? I must say, I really don't think she's a target...if so, then it is an odd form of Hand work..."

"Why do you feel the need to inquire about this one..I talked to several lycans, as have you. They live just on the foothills of the city. Small alliances between our kind are not unheard of.."

"True, but I have to wonder if this one is more than an alliance, in fact the garnets tell me otherwise.. Why has it you've marked this one? Help me to understand this strange occurance, Blade. Surely you do not think you can defy the covenants by courting this vile creature?"

"Defy the covantants.?!?! ..If it wasn't for this one, I would be dead now, poisoned by my own stupidity..Don't start with judgement until you've the facts, Father. All too knowing, yet are left running blind with your 'justice' to those whom you cannot understand. This conversation is over...."

"Blade, please try to understand that I must keep your best interest in mind...I shall not see you hurt.."

"The only thing that's going to hurt me is the decrepit ways of the damned Tzimisce blood and those who think it godly...Sleep well...Father, that is if you can sleep at all."

Booming footsteps took the Tzi swiftly up to the west wing, and upon reaching the santuary of his room, the doors burst open wide with his prescense. Those dark hues had tinged a bright glow of crimson, the very color that his craving yearned for..Infuriated by the harsh forwarning from his father, the rage grew quicker and quicker as he fled. And now as red hues focused upon the slithering beauty upon his bed, a grin was offered to her as thin fangs slid down into place. Once the tendrils of the shadows coiled about her wrists and ankles, her seductive smile soon faded into a sheer look of terror as the doors soon slammed shut. Within that single second in time, it silencd both the chilling screams and sinister laughter that began to fill the room. The Tzi fed then as if starved for centuries prior. The mortal taunted, teased, and provoked with both erotic pleasure, then grueling pain almost to the point of death....almost..for death would be only too easy for this one. A sanguine mind with a mixture of wicked intents that eventually led to her slaughtering. Afterwards, the Tzi sated...his black soul held no remorse for life that he mocked. Cursed is the soul that is forced to walk within the darkness, but it is that very same darkness that reveals so very much of the cursed.

 

 

Chapter 24--Something old; Something new

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

The Laughing Dragon Chinese Resturant, 12:30 pm
Trisha patiently awaited her turn in line. Not her usual choice for a business meeting, but since she had returned to Stationside, she really couldn't fall back into her business skin just yet. Nor could she even dream of slipping on buisness attire. As the waiter drew her attention away from the exotic fishtank, she put on a soft smile as she followed him down through the dimly lit resturant. Chinese. She had insisted they meet here. Being from the good ole US of A, she missed take out like t he flower misses the sun on certain cloudy days. Her dress was simple, Black thigh length cotton black skirt, red tank top and of course that leather jacket was draped against her lean form. Dark eyes scanned casually about as she was led to the very back of the room and offered a seclusive booth near some of the ivory carved budda men. She gave the waiter her order for a drink, then sat back and awaited her potential new client. She had guessed him to seek her out eventually, but not so soon. She wondered just how much he knew of Jakob's dissapearance, hoping to learn his side of the story in time.

Dew drops clung to the blades of grass that adorned the walkway to the reasturant. Zach really didnt have a choice in where to meet so he just let her to the decision making...but she was lucky he didnt put up a fight. Yawning softly he walked into the reasturant and went to the front of the long line, he could feel gazes on his lean muscular body that was graced with black slacks and a simple dress up white shirt that was buttoned except for the top two buttons...he didnt want to feel choked. Yet some of the gazes on him were of anger becuase he went to the head of the line...but thats what being a leader gets you sometimes. He almost felt bad....almost. Running his fingers through his jet black spiked hair he was told that Trisha was already here. What an early bird. Following the man he could sense no other lycans in the reasturant. As he approached the table a smile danced on his lips, walking over to her he slid into the seat across from her and smiles abit more. Good Afternoon Trisha...I see you made it early.  His sea green eyes were full of many things right now...some bad...some good...some that couldnt quite me classified. Ordering water he simply waited.

Jacket had been slid off as she rested in the oversized booth. It seemed to swallow her whole from a bird's eye view. Dark eyes were transfixed to the dark cup of tea before her as the spoon was being idly played with, small circles forming the pattern. As she heard the approaching footsteps against the plushness of oriental rugs, dark gaze shot up as she eyed the man from last night. No more were there masks to hide behind, and as a warm smile greeted his own, she shifted to sit attentively up from her lounging position.  Hello there yourself, Zach. I hope you don't mind if I call you that.. She tilted her head lightly as dark strands of silk fanned around the curve of her cheek. Gaze met his, thoughtful expression lacing her on delicate features as she pondered just what it was this man had to say. Calm, cool and collective was her persona, hands folded gently upon the table as she took in a soft breath.  I try to be on time, granted I'm nursing a hangover. What is it that you were wishing to discuss?

Chuckling softly at her from last night, but then his face simply went serious. Our tribes...what do you think about an alliance?  He looked up into her eyes, he needed this alliance so badly.  Jakob ruined the alliances with others and I am here to re-build those. I will not let our old leaders decisions ruin my tribe. I cannot afford others to hate the Get of Fenris. Trisha please understand how badly I need your help. I know you do not know me very well but I do want peace between our tribes.  As the water was sat before him,  he brought the glass to his lips and drank afew sips of it. His stomach hurt...he was worried about trying to get the tribes together so he didnt have enemies crawling all over his grounds. Sighing softly he kept his posture high but anger and frustration radiated from him. Loosing his fiancee didnt help at all either.

She listend to his words, her expression only faltering slighty with a flinch of her jaw. Jakob's name was a sore spot with her, but that discussion would have to come later..right now she wanted to focus on the here and now. Wanting to help was one of the reasons Watchtower had sent her here..he reinforced the fact things with the tribes here were what they had been told. She nodded to him as he paused to take a sip to his drink, this allowing her time to digest his thoughts and needs. He desired what was the untimate within Gaia. Peace and co-existance. A smile formed upon her lips then as the dark threat of the old ways were tossed away.  I understand your pains, more than you realize. A few years ago our tribe stood in the shoes of the Get. Afraid of being attacked on all sides...afraid of a takeover..and most of all, afraid of becoming extinct. I've not been here but a week or two, but already I sense the tension. But, I know there are others that wish the same as you and I..we just need to seek them out. But, in the meantime, your tribe needs to be the main focus. I'm sure it was left in shambles by that bastard.

You have no idea Trisha...I have worked night and day to try to heal what he ruined. I just need others alliances so we dont get attacked while we are at our weakest point. I need...  He winced and looked away at that though. He just shut up then..after loosing his fiancee he had also been in abit of a depressed mood. What he really needed to lead the Get is a woman by his side so he isnt alone. But lately that just didnt seem to be going his way. Afew offers were made but he refused to marry someone who just wanted a title and not love.  I am truely sorry about how Jakob handled things...I just hope I can repair them.

She sensed an inner tormoil within him, she let it pass for now. Some weren't so apt to open up to a total stranger. She nodded as she leaned back, pushing the untouched tea aside.  You are not held accountable for the ways of a sociopath..but in the same respect, I know the man well enough to know you wouldn't be his right hand if he did not see potential of your own leadership. I'm glad to see that you are not a carbon copy of him, though. That is your strong point, I see a caring nature in your eyes, as well as in your words.  She shifted to allow slender legs to cross underneath the table as she leaned back.  The Children of Gaia are the protectors of the Litany, and  the writings of those scrolls harbor peace. Until all tribes in all nations can condone this, war is inevitable. We can help you, make you strong..and offer protection until you are able to stand on your own.

A wave of relief passed through him. Thank you so much Trisha...The Get will always be there for your tribe. I swere my life on that.  He nods softly.  I am also glad that I didnt pick up his habits...I just couldnt take it anymore with him and if I became like him I think I would kill myself.   Shrugging slightly he let out a long breath of air and looked around the reasturant. Trying not to think of everything he looked up to her.  Forgive my urgency with that matter...I just cant keep worrying that we are going to get ambushed and everyone will smile as we burn. I know some tribes hate us...I dont know of many that like us.

The Uketena's are about the only ones, My friend. But, those dancing voodoo dolls would rather die as martyrs than pick up a weapon.  That brought the first smirk to her lips as dark gaze lifted up to seek out his.  Want my honest opinion?  A soft brow rose with those words. She leaned foward then, allowing the tone of her voice to lower to an almost whisper.  Frankly I think their scared to come out and meet us face to face..we're here, let them take their best shot..  She shook her head as she leaned up and sank back down into the thick cushions of the booth.  But they won't. Of course, I cannot tell you something you need to learn on your own. Jakob tried to destroy the strongest Get tribe in eastern Europe, now leadership has fell into your lap. That's a big responsibly that usually takes years to achive. But, look at you..hard as a rock when it comes to the love of your blood. You'll do well. But I do think you need some time to adjust..a vacation perhaps? Somewhere you can go in seclusion.

A laugh passed through him but then he shook his head. I cannot take a vacation, The Get need me and I cant just leave them without someone to watch over.   Leaning back in the chair he looked away from her, Zach was over ran with frustration and sadly as he had said awhile ago he was used to women falling at his feet but now that he cant seem to go out anywhere without work getting in the way he was lonely...bored and ha sex deprived. But this was Zach. If you didnt know by now he lived off of sexual energy more than you would think. Keeping his eyes away from her he talked softly.  It just wouldnt be fair to them.  But in his heart, he knew the woman's words to be true. He would have go away for awhile. To adjust. And not alone either.

 

 

 

Chapter 25--Shattered Mirror: Crimson Shards

 

Stationside, Romania 2004

The Bowels of the Tzimisce Estate
Darkness, a river of shadows consumed my body, and for what little time I slept I could always wonder if I would dream. Its been so long since I had, and with those thoughts, that's when I awakened. There I was alone in a dark cold clammy chamber.

Where am I? I would ask myself groggily trying to sit up. The room small and quiet. The scent of mold and mildew filling my nostrils unpleasantly. The world was spinning. What had happened? All the mind could recall was traveling through the woods, but why? Is this place where I was headed? Well, certainly I had good taste in room choice.

I sat there clueless until it struck me. My diary! Yes, all I have to do is read up on...what..I..entered and...!!! And with that search, it was gone. My diary had vanished. Frantically I began searching In the tiny quarters. uncovering anything in my path. My heart sank, the one thing that kept life so stable, taken from me. Who could have done such a thing? Did I leave it somewhere? No, I couldn't have! That was absurd. I must have dropped it, or worse someone has taken it. One thing was for sure. I needed it back, or else...I don't want to think of what could happen to me right now.

Within my search I came across a piece of paper, a flashy advertisement of a fashion show. I read it over and remembered yes, I am in Romania, but why, was this paper a clue? yes, perhaps this flyer is a beacon to my answers, but first things first. Have to find a way out of this place.

 

Unknowingly to Leonovan he was in the exact place he had been questing for, Leo is in the Wolfbane Estate, and was now under Antione's nose. This would now be a new start for Leo, but will he be able to find his diary or suffer the fate that his dementation has plagued him with?

Bring about the change so quickly
Bring about the terror's night
Bring about the blood of lovers
Bring about the smell of fright
[The Book of Nod, The Book of Secrets, Pg. 80, "Malkav's Words," Second Stanza]
~II~

 

Faded Memory

Wolfbane Estate/Garden, 11:30 PM
The fragrance of flowers fill the cool night air. Probably the only comfort from an almost moonless night, a patch of grass, and salvation behind a small stone bench is his sanctuary. The Garden is a dismal place indeed. Its high bushes, gothic ornaments, and strange design would frighten anyone in the dead of night not accustomed to its presence; such was Leonovan's case. Barely kept alive with Terra, he had wandered the strange estate only a little. Dodging being seen, but of course his presence to the stronger Kindred unmasked now since, their halls reeked of his madness and confusion. A crumpled up piece of paper is all he possesses right now. It an invitation to the fashion show just moments ago. Perhaps she thought he would find answers there in his delirious state, but who knows. Leonovan trembled, still very hungry, very cold, and as always it seemed now very alone, with no recollection of what this place is, where it is, who owns it, who was the strange person who dragged him inside, and of course the ever present question on his cursed mind..."Why did I come here in the first place?"

 

Rachyl's steady pace of black dress pumps across the stone, punctuated by the tapping of her Night Runner (the 5x8 leather spiral bound zip organizer close book she dubbed such), against her right thigh. He'd sent her to make the transaction with the Contact, a dealer of antiquities, was the term Antoine used for him, Slithering Snake, was the word she'd use, slight frown on dark lips; her blood had called to Antoine's informing him this transaction took longer than expected and she'd have the driver take her home & met him there. She knew Antoine understood & hoped would return from the Ebon Fashion Show in a fair mood cause, she wanted to tell him how she'd convinced the dealer to the agreed price. Passing many of the stone statues without seeing them the Cerberus caused her to pause. Her Channel suit rich black lightweight wool against pale skin near black hair pulled up in a French Twist every strand still in its place. Half-turn stopped when she saw him frown fled from her face as she ever so cautiously approached him. Soft warm nurturing tone.  Evening... Leo isn't it?  Eyes moved to the crumpled paper.  Did you enjoy the fashions on display tonight?

 

Gasps hearing a voice at first thinking it was all in his head, but still a sudden voice would frighten anyone as he would stand quickly almost tripping over the edge of the stone bench, waving his arms to catch his balance. Soft icy blue eyes looking at her quizzically from under those raven purple highlighted dirty hair. His form very much a mess. The other Malkavian treating him more like a discarded toy. Now she could get a better look at him then she could at the fashion show. He was about 6'1" and very slender, if one were not to double take he may seem to be female. That pale skin of his grimy from mud, dirt, and other such things that he had caught himself into. Clothing in much the same fashion, dirty, and blood splattered, quite the contrary of what it once was, a fine pair of black dress pants, and a satin violet silk shirt. Upon closer inspection of the perceptive, he has no shoes. Probably taken by Terra, or lost on the way. He couldn't remember. His eyes gazed over the form before him then locked with hers. She knew this look, it was a look of someone lost, afraid, but not so much afraid of childish fears, but a deep terror of unrecognizing and confusion. His thin lips part to speak in his heavy Russian accent trying to communicate the best way he can in the language spoken. I...I can not remember...Who are you, and how do you know me?

 

Keeping her composure as she watched him almost fall off the edge of the stone bench smoothing the back of her skirt as she very slowly sat down on the other end. She'd kept herself from reaching to help him because Antoine had told her the state of confusion, now the dominant force in Leo's mind. Resting the Nightrunner in her lap the hem of her skirt below the knees now pressed together as legs crossed at the ankles moving into the classic Finishing school "z" as her hands lightly rested on top of the book. Gaze had moved over Leo's form stopping on his blues for less the flutter of a butterfly's wings soft smile as her gaze moved back to the statue several feet in front of the bench. Very relaxed tone.  Lord Antoine Wolfbane told me who you are Leonovan is how I should have addressed you. Pardon my rudeness�. And you do not know me...Sir. Perhaps you know of me... I'm Antoine's finance Rachyl Xaiver. Please, do call me Rachyl.

Looks her over and shaking his head first to respond to her first comment.  No...there was no rudeness.  He then licks his lips and shakes his head again to her next comment.  I have not known you Rachyl until now...  He bites his lower lip. Even in complete squander and at the bottom of the ladder his etiquette is still superb. He lowers his head and greets her in the manor that his primogen conducted.  In such case...I will introduce myself in person. Takes a deep breath brow still casted downward.  I am Leonovan Yuri Andreovich Pasternak. Looks a bit disturbed now brows furrowing in a painful reality, and chilling revelation.  Former advisor to St. Petersburg gentry Dahlia Pasternak.

Face turned to his as he spoke, she held a natural curiosity, being that he is the first Malkavian she'd encountered. Tilt of her head to the left when he looked down.  I'm honored to formally make your acquaintance.  Cautiously leaning down her so she could look up into his face.  How lucky for me....to met one's advice was taken by the St. Petersburg elite.  Leaning down more thumb moved over the side of her pump moving an imaginary smudge. Sitting back up.  I did not mean to unnerve you. I thought my errand would be wrapped up early enough for me to make the Fashion Show. Alas, it wasn't and my night has been on filled with minor frustrations. Finger tapped once against the edge of the Nightrunner. And it sounds like you've had a night filled with frustration, too.

Nods and nervously rubbing his arm looking up gently.  Oh...back there...I don't know why, but all the festivities got to me I guess. Looks about softly and to her.  I am thankful to meet you...you're the only person I know in this strange land... Looks about the Garden eyes gazing about.  However, I'm afraid I may not remember you. You see...my dementation is my memory  Looks nervously sitting back down running his hands through his hair. In a traumatic moment I can loose everything.    Looking up to her.   Even a face as beautiful as yours. Groans pulling at his hair.  Ugh if I only had my diary...then I can make sense of things.

Grabbing the Nightrunner a nod give to him as night dark eyes held his icy blue, knowing tone.  I do understand I'd be lost without my organizer. Moving to stand soft smile accompanied the truth.  I hope you find your diary soon.  Eyes closed and reopened. If it's been misplaced in the Wolfbane estate... I'm sure it will be found. I'm pleased we've met Leonovan... And will remind you that we've met in the past.  Smile tugging at the corners of her lips.  I do understand, your native tongue, Russian, is interwoven with many names for one individual. I don't mind reminding you of my name. Besides being around Tzimisce... well, it's not unusual for ones we know to look like someone else. Soft dark laugh.

 

 

Chapter 26--Lattice Hearts: Reaquainted

 

Caparthian Mountains 2004

Shadowlight Magic Shop, 9:49 pm
Sitting in a wooden deck chair, dying fire in the center of a ring of stones, crackle of wood flickers of fire dancing up. Doe skin boots pressed into the earth as she pushed against the chair head dropping back looking up at the sky. Glint of garnet from the necklace around her neck. Faded jean jacket with three buttons open topped well worn button fly 501s. Arms resting on the arm rest a dark bottle slowing twirled in her left hand to the beat of some unheard song.

Slipping as quiet as mouse through the shadows, a rather intent set of dark hues looked upon the flickering of the firelight, then a curious tilt of her head brought them around to rest upon the lounging slip of a woman to the chair. A faint smile shown upon her features as she stepped just to the edge of the light.  A penny for your thoughts, and a dollar to know who gave you that ice around your neck.. Soft smile grew wider as she moved on over to slip herself in against a vacant chair across from her sister. Her eyes still resting upon the shimmer of garnets in the firelight.

Soft sultry chuckle grasping the neck of the near full bottle, lifting her head, dark eyes showed a spark not seen in many years, sly smile.  It was a gift from a friend.  Offering the bottle. Drink? It's my special blend  ::the label reads::

~Sisters of the Heart~
~moon dance "wine"~

You remember I've practiced the art of distilling for many, many, moons. Winks.  I'm sure it's been ages since you've had moonshine.

A weary look was offered to Kara as hand reached out to take the bottle, a glance to the label, then a grin to the name.  Someone's been a busy bee..I know it will beat the hell out of the watered down crap from last night..  She tilted the bottle, taking several long sips before she leaned back and coughed.  I might breathe fire any second. You haven't lost your touch, Girl. That's for sure. Settling back after the bottle was passed back over to Kara, she sighed lightly as eyes gazed upon her.  Must be some more friendship for a pricey thing like that to be just a gift. Of course she was being nosey, what were sisters for if they couldn't have heart to hearts and share dark secrets. She so wanted to capture that closeness from long ago. She needed the security and the trust.

Taking the bottle soft smile.  It was a thanks for a request.  Drink taken swallowing shuddering from the pleasant burn.  From Blade Wolfbane.   A smile forming fingertips moving over the gems.  Isn't it nice? I really do love it.  Offering the bottle, sincere expression & tone.  I don't know him well enough for more than friend.   Smile growing.  But I think "friend" is a good place to start.

Her mouth twitched at the corner as she spoke his name. She remained silent then for a moment or three, hand reaching out to grasp the bottle, she needed a drink for this talk. Sipping another mouthful or two, she swallowed with a soft cough before the bottle was passed back over to her.

Her mood still elevated, reaching for the bottle. Careful... this is my private stock. Sip into a swallow or you'll be sleeping in my guest room tonight.

Isn't that kind of risque' on both your parts? I saw you last night on your way out, and of course Zorro..but I had no idea..  A grin fell upon her lips then.   oooooOo! I get now. Friends first, wasn't that the old saying?

Soft chuckle nodding starting to take a drink and stopping.  Yes...

She settled into the chair as eyes shifted up to the heavens a moment.  Just be careful, I don't want to see you hurt by the likes of the Infamous Blade.

Smiles into a soft moan.  I really liked the cape, the black, the mask... Glancing to the shadows then back to Trixie.   the male behind it.  Shrugs as she took a slow swig eyes closed as she swallowed another drink before eyes opened.  Honest, Trixie last night was only the second time I've seen Blade, he sent a messenger with the gift.

Content now with her slight indulgence to the shine, she held her gaze attentively to the dark sky as head rested upon the curve of the chair's back. Still listening intently to her sister's words, she laughed lightly at her attempt to hide her real thoughts on the man.  Oh, you like him more than just a one night interlude at a ballroom and you know it..S'alright, you can admit it to me..  She sat up then, a blink as she looked across to her. Second..and the first? It's sur left some impact on you, that necklace becomes you and it looks to be hand made to suit you..You've gotten his attention..make no mistake about it.

Glad dark moon is near along with the embers of the fire, perhaps would keep Trixie from noticing she was blushing. Swirl of the bottle, soft seductive laugh.  I wasn't trying to get his attention.  Bare lips parted as she looked into Trixie's eyes.  You really think so, Sis?

Glances to the fire then back to her.  There is something about him... I can't explain it.  Soft sigh.  I'm really glad you came home when you did. You know I'm not good when it comes to things like this. Offering her the bottle.  Not much left but you know I'd give my "sister" anything she ask.

She leaned forward, letting her arms rest against the tops of her thighs as she looked to Kara still from across the firelight. The flickering flames dancing teasing about to play upon shadowed features. Stoic her expression was as she listened and pondered soft words spoken to her.  Kara, you were always the strong one, you knew what you wanted, how to achieve it, but most importantly, didn't let anything get in the way of your hopes and dreams...  She paused then to collect her thoughts, choosing wisely the words she would convey to her sister.  I don't want to rain on your parade, and from the looks of the rosy cheeks on your face, Blade has left quite an impact on you..with every right, he is mysterious. I trust your judgment where he is concerned, but know this. I worked for a man once that was partners with Antoine..he is a strong kindred, rules with an iron clad fist. He is to be heeded with urgency. I only want the best for you, and if Blade is that best, then I'll always be on your side, we're blood..but they are blood as well.

Hanging on every word she spoke. Listening with her mind, heart, and soul, tone warm and low.  Thank you, Trixie, I know you have my best interest at heart. And I know only who Blade's father is.  Putting down the bottle picking up a stick stirring the ashes assorted crackles, clicks, pops, sparks dance up, resting the stick on the stones looking back to her.  I will be careful. I know better than anyone the risk I take in even being seen speaking to Blade.  Dark eyes searching hers.  But I had to see him, again... he was in such a bad way the last time. And to you my "sister," I admit that it was much more than a healer's need to see her accomplishment.

It's matters of the heart, and for those, tread lightly and be weary.  She offered to her in her final bid of the situation. She, too had not forgotten the bitter taste love can leave in your mouth, once the tempting fruit has been offered. She smiled to her, then leaned over to pat a palm to her cheek.  Whatever he's doing to you, Dearheart, you wear it well.  She winked lightly then stood, a long stretch of her slender form.  I'd love to stay longer, but I'm on the bike again, hopefully I can coast my way home..It was nice to be able to come out and just have a place to feel welcomed..I thank you from the bottom of my heart for putting up with my sorry ass all those years ago..I've came along way from defiance.

Raising with her and got caught up in a stretch reaching up for the stars into a yawn. Smiles as she moved hugging Trixie standing up on her toes pressing a warm cheek to hers.  <w>you are always welcome to stay anytime you like...thank you for being my sister.  Soft happy little moan.  your counsel means much to me.  Releasing the hug.  As do you.

 Hug was returned, along with a light giggle.  Me, a councilor, ain't that a hoot..Sleep tight, Kara.. She smiled as she stepped away.  Oh, and on the off chance I do take you up on that offer of the room, you do remember to tie a scarf on your front doorknob if you've got company..  She grinned again as she moved on off into the shadows.

 

 

Chapter 27-- Midnight in the Garden of Evil

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...don�t say I�m out of touch
with this rampant chaos- your reality
i know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
the nightmare i built, my own world to escape...
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Stationside, Romania 2004

The Crimson Crypt Night Club, 11:00 pm

As you stand across the street from the deemed �Crimson Crypt�, your oddly drawn to the structure. Its fa�ade reminds you of an old archaic Castle or Church. The stone or cement was molded and sculpted to look as though it were actually arched and pointed into columns. The doors were a solid thick oak, and most definitely custom cut in the same arch as the stone. Solid brass handles adorn each door, contrasting sharply with the deep wood of the door itself. On each door hung one ever-watching Gargoyle, each one had jeweled red eyes. Eyes that seemed to beckon anyone that looked their way. As your eyes roam upwards. The building itself was free standing, to the right was a parking lot and to the left an alleyway. Given the fact that it was free standing a bell tower perched upon its top (which could not be seen from street level) complete with a bell hanging, you�ll wonder if it tolls the Midnight hour. This you surmise is absolutely for effect and theme. The outside beauty and the lure of the structure beckons you to enter those dark doors, which is just what you�ll do, just to see if the inside is as pleasing to the eye as the outside.

 

It is all that you�d expect it to be, and more. The Gothic Archaic theme was indeed carried. Inside your senses would be assaulted by darkness and mystery in an alluring classic renaissance manner. The red carpet in the entrance was red and soft under my heels. Crimson velvet curtains hung dividing the entrance and club itself. They were pulled back and fastened with ornate gargoyles, their bulky arms holding the curtains; you�ll feel as though you were walking into some 18th century castle for sure. The floors are a deep dark wood, and the walls are blocks of stones, or just walls that were painted to look like stone. The bar is to the left and seemed to stretch for miles, brass, mahogany and smoked glass. The sconces with actual candles in them only added to the ambiance. Traditional lighting consist of recessed lights that were barely there along with ornate wrought iron chandeliers. Tables and booths surrounded the large dance floor. And again there were a countless number of sconces hanging along the walls. In addition to the sconces there was pictures all depicting some sort of Gothic scene, as well as classic horror movies ranging from Werewolves to Vampires, and Witches and Warlocks. In addition to the pictures actual props and what not were placed in various spots, cauldrons, skeletons and even a few broomsticks. Axe�s hung here and there, along with a number of other medieval devices of torture; chains, collars, swords of various sizes and of course more gargoyles, with their ever-watching jeweled eyes, bats acted as companions to the ever stone gargoyles, they seemed to be flying everywhere, and yet they were sculpted right into the stone. All these things only compliment and add to the essence of the club. It was surly everything cryptic and more.

 

The staircase that led to the second floor and mezzanine was all wrought iron, detailed scrolls in the shapes of creeping vines. From the mezzanine you could see that the Bell tower was strictly for decorative purposes, though its glass windows do let some of the night in. Across from the mezzanine a large cage hangs suspended from the ceiling and accessible if one walked around the entire landing. The cage itself housed the DJ and all his equipment; the music ranged and varied it seems, depending on his mood. Private alcoves were also laced on this subfloor; the balcony the only access to these places of interest. Within each one a table or booth was tucked away for seclusion and for viewing the dancefloor and barroom below. The second floor was also where the owners office and private suite were, as well as the VIP lounge, The VIP lounge is stunning; deep green marbleized walls seemed to flow into the cherry stained floor. Each corner housed a large rounded sofa, as well as leather queen Anne chairs. The fabrics were the deepest of reds, crushed velvet. It seemed everything in this particular area of the club was red. Suspended from the ceiling over each area was a large brass ring, and on it hung velvet curtains, each tied back with gold braided sashes. Should any VIP desire a bit of privacy all that need be done is to let the sashes loose.

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Cold fingertips tapped against the sharp frozen shards of liquid in the glass, cell phone pressed to her right ear, waiting for Arianna to answer.::

Blade watched the fingernails tap idly against the curve of the marbled table. A lift of his brow then gaze lifted over to spot that dark figure lurking just into the small alcove of their private alcove. He nodded once to Knox, then let his attention return to the table and to his father before offering another casual glance to Rachyl.

Soft smile looking to him cold fingertips moved to the back of Antoine's hand tapping once, then twice before perfect nails swept up towards his wrist..

The air was thick with the scent of kine lingering among the kindred this eve. A smile draped the ancient's features. Those dark eyes haunting as they skimmed the dimly lit area. Haunted expression would soon 'warm' at the thought of a fresh kill. Was such a grand idea, this was. He must think to thank Rachyl for the suggestion.

Glancing away as she waited just in time to met Blade's glance returning a nod that would go unnoticed to any other than the 'glancer' perhaps Knox.

With this motion from the raven haired pretty, He stood, shifting his hands up to gently brush over his jacket lapels. The crackle of leather sounded in protest to his motions as he moved on over to the small balcony. Taking a seat against the stone and iron railing, he allowed his gaze to lower down to the crowed room and linger about the door to watch.

Warm relaxed tone.  Hello, Arianna, it's Rachyl. Lord Antoine and I are in town this evening at The Crimson Crypt.

Smiled being heard as clear as her accent.  Hello Rachyl. How are you?

Nails making tight circles on the back of Antoine's hand.  I'm superior, Arianna. We thought you might enjoy joining us for a drink?

A drink? That would be wonderful, only if you are sure I would not be interrupting.

Dark eyes would lower to the circling of digits against his flesh. His free hand reached up to capture the small talons of his sweet to quickly ensnare, and lift up for a quick peck and lick to the back of her hand.

Left brow lifted, soft laugh into the same warm tone.  I wouldn't have phoned to invite you to join us if you'd be interrupting, Arianna.

Of course Rachyl. I�m still not familiar with the town yet, allow me time for a cab and I will be there.

As always, Blade was trying to focus on the oblivious; rarely did he enjoy himself when out on the town accompanied by his father. He had Knox; and himself if trouble brewed. Who needed more, right?

Feeling his cool tongue on the back of her hand eyes almost close to the sensation.  Good we'll see you soon.  Clicking off the phone leaning closer to Antoine. <w>Arianna will be joining us soon.

Knox stood as still as death against the cold wall, his faithful vigil to the party of three seated in their private alcove going as planned. He watched as they milled away the hours, his own interested curbed to a random glance towards those that would amble their way. And if a skirt was alittle too short, all the better in his surveying glance. Sometimes the benefits were outstanding but he was afraid this night would offer little in the eye of the public of Stationside.

Stepping to Knox, tray lifted over her head, sweeping motion bring it around in front of Knox showing him the bottle, along with four glasses on the tray. Eyes lowered to the tray she'd been instructed how to treat the clientele. In fact you could say her mind and body responded to control her Regent planted into the staff.

Blade tilted his head to hear Rachyl's hushed words. A silent glance passed to her, then to his father before he rose, soon to return to his seat in the back of the tiny inlet. He toyed with the hilt of his weapon underneath his jacket in idleness before fingers slipped into his breast pocket and produced a pack of smokes. Amber flame of the candle was tilted his was when the curve of his lips cradled a slim clove in it's corner for a light.

Dressed in a forest green skirt suit, matching pumps and her hair down along her back, the host showed her to the private table. she stood a moment, glancing quickly to each, offering a smile.  Good evening everyone.

Knox eyed the bottle then gave a soft nod to the misses, still the stoic expression he wore never favored his emotions.

Ahh, Look who it is. Arianna...Come.. sit with us....  He stood, the old worldliness of his nature bleeding over before the ladies before a soft bow was issued.

Body shifting leaning she looked up at Ari.  Arianna, I see you made good time.  Sweep of her hand towards a chair.

Thank you, Senor Wolfbane. Yes Rachyl, the cab was fairly quick.  She smiled to them both as she moved to a seat. How are you both this evening?

From the cloud of smoke did dark eyes shift to the visage before him. A lingering smile offered as he followed suit to his father's standing. Smoke stuffed to the corner of his mouth as he reached to offer a chair to their guest.

And good evening to you Blade.  She smiled, taking the offered seat.

With this, he returned to his seat, his arm returning to the draping fashion around Rachyl as he watched the young artist make herself comfortable.  Rachyl, what is it that you've allowed us the opportunity to divulge in?  His gaze returned to the tray and the bottle and glasses upon it.

Small curtsey to Knox from his approval. Moving around behind Knox. Carefully, slipping a glass in-between each at the table.

Her smile was returned as he slid the chair in for her, then took his own seat again across the way from his father.  Dark eve Arianna, your looking lovely.

Thank you Blade  She leaned back a bit in her seat and turns to Rachyl.  This was a bit unexpected.

Leaning over, soft words offered to his master's ears only before he leaned back up and seemingly blended into the shadows.

Slow smile.  Antoine... Mischief glint.  I do believe... this is one of your favorite wines.

Thank you, Knox.. Blade breathed with the curl of his last inhale, then eyes took a dip over the railing a moment to spot the two Brujah moving through the door. A weak attempt at passing off their kind here at any rate, the notation made, he simply turned his gaze back to the table and to the ones sitting about..

Stopping presenting the bottle to Antoine the label so old it was handwritten the ink faded from time. bottle resting against the back of her arm, eyes staying on the label. Respectful tone.  Shall I pour, Sir?

He chuckled.  My dear, I am older than most everything here..   A wave of his hand to his lovely given.  Please. My taste buds await.

Looking to Ari.  Yes, I know...it's not often Antoine and I get to share a drink with Blade. And since we were in town... It seemed only logical that we could phone you to join us.

Thank you so much for thinking of me.  She smiled to Rachyl.

Nodding once left hand sweeping up the wine glass holding by the stem pouring the dark red liquid, placing the glass on the table before Antoine. One step back as she waited for his approval.

He leaned across the table to capture the ashtray in his grasp, dark gaze turning to Arianna as he did.   Yes, you can't expect me to go brain dead alone while in the company of such royality..  A half grin to his teasing words as he flipped off the spent park of the smoke. How have you been getting along?

He narrowed his eyes to the label then nodded to the young hostess.

Soft smile offered to Blade before turning her attention back to Antoine.

Turns her gaze to Blade.  I've been busy at the gallery. How have you been? I haven�t seen you in quiet some time .

I've been up to my neck most of my nights.  He said with a soft smile. Also noting the collective wording of her question. Leaning back, he eyed the lovely over the curling smoke of his clove as he spoke.  Ahh yes, I do believe I owe you a night on the town, the opera was it not?

He watched his son and the artist with a smile, then dark gaze fell to the slender hand of his Rachyl. Touching against it with the lightest of brushes, he drew her attention to him with a single stroke of his finger.

She smiled slightly, lifting her chin a bit.  Yes, I do believe that is what was mentioned.   Pale golden eyes looked him over briefly.

Slipping around to the far side of Rachyl pouring the wine in her glass. Always keeping her eyes averted. Filling Ari's glass next. Moving around to the other side of Blade pouring the wine. Light gray smoke curling around her arm as she poured.

Smiles feeling his touch relaxed mellow tone. Is my Lord�  Nails tapped the side of the wine glass.  happy with the choice of wine?

Not a bad bargain to get a most respected artist to look my way...we have yet to discuss the murals. I just hope I can afford the fees of this one..  His attention shifted away a moment to watch the hostess pour the wine, then with a her, he returned his attention to Arianna.

Quick curtsey at Blade's notice of her before placing the bottle in the wine coaster near the center of the table. A few steps back head bowed as she moved backing stopping as she felt Knox. Turning looking up at him eyes widen fear crossing her mind at what his reaction will be..

You're too kind Blade. I�m sure it wouldn�t take as much.

Taking up his glass, he sniffed the dark liquid before the proverbially swishing of the glass was made. Tilting the glass for a quick sip, he nodded to the sour taste as the bite of the grapes and the blood teased his mouth. Indeed, my love. Tis only a prelude to the hunt, no?

Soft laugh lifting her glass to Antoine.  You know me too well... my Lord.   Looking to Arianna and then to Blade.

He paused, as with any curious guard would do, but with the slight contact against the lovely, he offered a slight chide to her with his hand to make her aware of the room needed next time before he stepped aside to allow her passage.

Catching the hint, Blade leaned in and drew up his glass into his cupped palm. He eyed the glass before he would take in half the concoction. Not as glorious a showing as his father, but he got the job done.

Almost a smile and most grateful to Knox for his understanding, nod offered to him. Said so softly that perhaps even Knox didn't hear. thank you, Sir. Moving away to wait if she is needed.

He frowned at his son's antics before his attention returned to the lovely addition before their table. As Rachyl suggested this eve, she also was kind enough to remind us all we have forgotten our own needs in a fresh hunt. Would you please join us, Arianna? We would love the opportunity to see how the Torrie's still pride themselves in the elusive.

Sincere tone.  Thank you for joining your father and me, tonight... Blade.  Moving the glass towards the enter of the table. Looking to Ari.  Yes, Arianna, I'm sure we'd enjoy seeing the skills of an artist....

 He smiled to Rachyl's words. Wouldn't dream of -not- coming along.. And those were pretty much to the point of his coming along. Something to do with the public eye and trust.

Tell me, do you paint them before or after you've dine?

He finished off the glass before him and reached to eagerly refill his, a glance to see if anyone else could keep up with his taste for the sour grapes.

Taking up her own glass, she looks to Antoine and then to Rachyl. taking a small sip and favoring it a moment.  It truly depends on the portrait. Some before, some after.

Wink tossed to Blade smiling taking a drink glancing to Antoine, swallowing. Placing the glass back on the table. Arching a brow.  Oh? So is that how you hunt, Arianna? You seeking kine you want to paint? Please, I'd like to see how this works.

If I were an artist of the sorts, I would be the kind to really get into my work..  Blade grinned lightly before he offered a refill for Racyhl's glass. then returned the bottle against the glass table with a click.

She was a little embarrassed to be the center of this conversation.  I often use the lure of a portrait, yes. It works rather well, it seems that most have a deep desire to be immortal in that sense.

He listened to the chatter with his usual silence, absorbing all as well as being on the alert to that going on around him. A master of the art; he strived to focus on everything as a whole and not single out just one. Although, the soft scent of his love was really pressing him to strive harder in this task.

Offers her glass to Blade. <w>yes, please.  Looking over to Ari hand moved under the table resting on Antione's leg just above his knee. Nods.  I see. And have you found it to be so with the kine in Stationside? I'd like to see this in practice.  Squeeze given to Antione's leg.

I have found it to be true around the world.    She smiled to Rachyl.  The thought of being some how immortalized for reason seems to fascinate.

Blade looked over to Ari then, warm smile to her words as he remembered the way his attention was engulfed in the angelic demon painting he now has hanging over his bed. Remarkably so, he was held in captivity upon first viewing... His attention was then directed over to Rachyl, curt smile shown to her.  Mayhaps we can view both the ladies� hunting skills this eve..I have yet to see Marcus' handiwork in this one...  He nodded to her as his gaze shifted to his father with a wink. Make a sport out of it, no?

Eyes widened then relaxed as she smiled tone growing more inviting. I'm game... if you are
My dear, you will be the mere wind beneath my wings as I soar above..

Gaze shifting to Ari. Arianna?

Nods softly to Rachyl.  I'm game.

He chuckled. Now son, I cannot have you badgering the femme at our table. Haven't I taught you anything about chivalry? These creatures are to be immortalized as the goddess' that they were created in being, if anything they should be using our hides for stepping stones... He looked to Rachyl, then to Ari as if to silently apologize for his son's forwardness.

Looking Ari but speaking to Blade.  I say we limit the hunting to this place. Nothing in the wild.

It's the twentieth century, you old bag of bones..don't patronize them by making them stone statues to be worshipped...  He smirked to his father then looked over to Rachyl from the rim of his glass.  -s- your on toots.

Squeezing Antione's leg as she looked to him.  Why thank you... Antoine. I'm up for any challenge. If I'm to be a Wolfbane I must be able to hunt like the best.

Her eyes cast down a bit to the glass that was held over her lap, the liquid swirling a bit.

Blade's words were like icc.  You'll never be strong enough..  As his hand slid over to grasp against Ari's gently.  I say we pair up and feed.

His brow drew up in concern to his son before his gaze lowered to Rachyl's face.

She looked over to Blade, slightly shocked by his words, then gave a soft smile.

A lift of Blade's brow to his father's questioning look.  And what? Silence...?

Blade.... His hand left the table to silence this any further. He knew his blood too well.

Dark orbs shifted from one face to the other, the defiance in his stare ever present, for he did not back down too well from any challenge, especially when it came to feeding. His appetite was ferrous.

She shifted a bit in her seat, the silence being a bit rattling to her.  Rachyl, are you ready?

Hand relaxing staying on Antione's leg. looking to Ari.  I'm always ready to hunt.

 

Taking another small drink, she nodded to Rachyl.  Then let the game begin.  A coy smile curling her lips upwards.

Squeezing Antione's leg.  I do so enjoy a kill.

Very well, to hunt it is. The club is the boundaries, and no tag teaming, Blade. Knox is here to stand guard, nothing more.   He warned his son as he leaned over to peck a kiss to his lovely's cheek.

Pussy..  He muttered under his breath as he stood and fished out another clove from his pocket. He was so looking forward to sinking his fangs into china doll flesh of his artist guest, and Rachyl if he could manage to get that close to her with his father around.

Smiles eyes closed to his kiss.  <w>Thank you, Antoine.  Another squeeze as dark eyes met his.  I will make you proud.

His soft nod his confirmation as he rose to his feet. He smoothed over the tailored suit he wore as he glanced about. So now it begins...

He turned after the smoke was lit, a glance to Knox as he knew the man heard the conversation, then stepped off out of the alcove, disappearing onto the darkness of the dimly lit corridor.

Standing the black velvet hugging her form hem ending a few inches above her knees. nods to him.  Thank you. Let the games begin.

He smiled to Rachyl then looked to Arianna. Come on, Childe, Blade was only teasing .. please... hunt..  With a motion of his hand to the crowd below, he turned and slid off the alcove himself, letting his form merge in with the darkness.

She set her glass down on the table, slowly rising from her chair as she moved into the main room, pausing a moment as she looked over the faces, then slowly moved into the crowd towards the bar. weaving through, studying those she passed.

 

Silent steps took Blade down the stairs and out to the edge of the crowded dance floor. Dark gaze washing over the mirage of lovely shifting bodies in motion as he thought it a weak attempt for such as he was. He preferred a challenge, not a pick and choose buffet on this herd of cattle. Moving onward to the edge of the room, he paused to perch an arm against the corner of the bar.

Slowly moving passing Knox, Rachyl's walk changed to the beat of the music pausing by the dance floor.

Gaze shifted to Rachyl as she came into his view, eyes danced with the flashing light soon showed a tinge of red rimming before Blade then turned his gaze directly to Ari lingering at the bar.

Walking among the crowd, Ari would notice those who caught her eye as she slowly moved to an empty space at the bar. turning her back to the bar, noticing Blade, she smiled briefly, then continued her study.

His thoughts were instantly consumed with the mental image of another dark haired lovely..the flash of red stones set off in a backdrop of creamy skin that lit his craving for blood that much more. The tips of fangs threatened to bare down through clinched jaws as he turned and began to weave his way closer to the bar..stalking in the shadows.

Tongue moved slipping across Rachyl's bottom lip eyes moving over the dancers one hand resting on her hip as she started to play with a strand of hair. Gaze pausing on the two females...the blonde pushing up into the redhead's behind.

Antoine watched his beloved from afar. He was very curious to see what she would offer to him on this eve; his own craving for feeding put off in attempts to simply watch for the moment. He kept an eye on his son, of course, knowing fully well of his taste for diablioizing..but tonight was not the night for that.

With her arms beside the redhead.. the redhead's arms were crossed pressing against the back of the man who hand his hands reached back pulling the redhead's hips into his ass. Yes, they would be perfect. Rachyl lifted her arms crossing them at the wrist over her head as she danced into the crowd. Moving closer dark eyes locking on the piercing greens of the redhead's.

The smiling faces he passed along the way were mere blurs before red rimmed eyes. Their sights still were locked upon the olive complexion of Ari as he paused beside her..one hand lifting as he traced a finger slowly along the top of her shoulder before he whispered into her ear. Any luck?

Rachyl up-nodded the redhead as she swayed down tossing a don't touch me look to a bold young man who started to slap her bottom. Finger waggled in a 'no-no-no' smile flashed as she danced backwards a few steps spinning around looking up at the man with his hands on the redhead.

Her eyes were on a woman standing alone, her sweet angel like face having caught her eye, she smiled softly as she felt Blades finger lightly brush over her shoulder. she turned her head slightly to look at him, I think I have found my portrait for the evening. And your luck, Blade?

I've found mine...several nights ago..  His tracing finger caught against the edge of her cheek as he traced down the smooth curve of it. But, it shall wait..there's n're room enough in here to do the things I wish to do to her tonight...  Releasing her from his fingers, he grinned lightly then turned to eye the woman in question, a soft nod before he vanished back into the flashing rhythm of the light.

Arms moved over the man's head as Rachyl gave a soft,  fake giggle, making sure the man was hit in the face with the alcohol on her breath. Hey... you know what?  Nails stroked through the man's rather greasy hair as she pressed into him not waiting for a reply.  That's my girlfriend you've got your hands on.  Stroking stopped as she grabbed his hair tugging down just as her knee moved up pressing into him so he knew she meant business.  Get your hands off of her before I drop you.

Blade swallowed back the rage that threatened to consume him as sure steps moved him with a purpose into the darkened alcove of the dance floor level. He then slid himself into an empty booth and leaned back, allowing his fingers to slip off his jacket. Once comfortable, he leaned back, made a quick glance upward to Knox's towering form from above them in the balcony, he then smiled as he watched the goings on with Rachyl on the floor.

Ari laughed softly, shaking her head to Blades words. slowly she approached the lone woman, her sweet face carried a lovely innocence. once close enough, Arianna leaned in close to the woman, whispering something into her ear. after a few moments of talking with the young woman, laughing a few times, Arianna would invite her to the bar, for a glass of wine. the woman would speak, but the noise of the club would make Arianna draw close to her hear, taking in the sweet smell of the woman�s perfumes and lotions.

Well, of course he made the mistake of looking down into Rachyl's eyes. It didn't take her long to use a simple gift to dominated him. He nodded as he released his hands. Hair pull released nails dragging down the sides of his neck drawing blood and a scream from the man. Just above a whisper, eyes stayed on his. Go upstairs... you'll see a man standing by the VIP booth. His name is Knox. You�re to tell him; I'm for Lord Antione's dinner. Then you are to drop to the floor and crawl to Lord Antoine."

The darkness still concealed him; a eager smile met his lips as he watched both Rachyl, then Ari in their workings. He dismissed the antics of his son with a soft chuckle. Sometimes his bark was far more deadly than his bite.

The soft scent of jasmine filled his nostrils as a vision in white leather appeared before his eyes, and his table. The girl not much over the legal age of this club, and the smile that shown to him from a haze of illuminated light against her silhouette too perfectly close to the image of angelic. But it was her companion that caught the roaming eye of the Tzi. For within her tiny hand held that of one of the Brujah from before. And with a devilish smile, he nodded softly to the mortal girl before she turned to coax the steel and brawl of the biker kindred into the booth beside him.

Nails pulled out as she lowered her knee relieving the pressure, fingers moved to her mouth licking the blood. Smiling to the grateful Redhead, tone so pleasing it is impossible to refuse.  You looked like you needed some help.  Reaching over nails moved through her hair as her arm moved around the woman's waist leaning over to look at the blood hand reaching for her wrist. Same tone.  Let's relax and enjoy the music.

Both women now having wine, they would leave the bar together, sipping their drinks as they walked together amongst the crowd, leaning close to talk about how Arianna thought she would make a lovely portrait, perhaps help her gain inspiration for angels.

After the biker found himself paralyzed before the Tiz, the young one began to slither over his form on her journey to Blade's lap. The look of pure terror laced on the Brujah's features as tiny tips of fangs found the girl's lips in the first sweet taste of a kiss; Blade allowing the tips of his fangs to pierce into the lower lip as he suckled lightly. The rich taste of warmth filling him, driving his craving higher with each sip.

Blood mixed with sweat trickling down part of his mind was in rage... "just who does that woman think she is" he was shaking with anger. But in spite of himself he was doing what she said. He couldn't stop himself as he hurried up stairs finding the man she called Knox. Words tumbled out.  "I'm Lord Antione's dinner.�

Rachyl's body slithered against the redhead as she moved around her keeping her eyes locked on the piercing greens dancing to where she is now in-between the two females one arm resting on the Redhead's shoulder nails stroking the back of her neck as she looked over her shoulder to the blonde other hand slipping around the blonde's body pulling her into her as she leaned her head back resting it on the blonde's shoulder looking across the dance floor finding Blade. All three bodies dipped rubbing back up against each other as they rose.

Sure hands began to roam over the creamy flesh in his grasp. The curve of ample breasts melted firmly into his fingertips those eyes blazing red opened up and bore straight into the Brujah as fingertips went from caressingly tender to rough with a purpose against young, yielding flesh. Lips deepened the kiss as fingertips bore talons. The scream silenced as hand slipped underneath the white of her clothing; rich red poured in remembrance of the tender skin as it was pierced with authority..the deep bluish red of her inner workings brought forth. One lung was tugged out and folded back, the beginning of this winged lovely taking place before the gasping Brujah's eyes as his own chest began to heave a rich red frothy ooze of his own vitae.

Luring the young angel into a darker area away from the crowd, Ariannas eyes gazed around a moment, then turned back to the creature who�d caught her attention. she smiled softly, standing now before the woman, she leaned in close to the woman�s ear, silent a moment taking in the woman�s floral aroma. her hand would move to cup around the angels neck as now she would whisper softly something sensual to her, feeling her guard go down slightly Arianna kissed her softly a time or two before her lips would part to open over the soft pink flesh, her one hand still cupping the woman�s neck, the other wrapping firmly around her waist as lengthened fangs would slowly pierced the soft flesh, letting the woman�s life slowly pool into Ariannas mouth just before jaws clinched to pull life from this warm sweet body.

Standing, he watched as Knox motioned his arm towards the seclusion of the balcony. The gift then turned as dark eyes watched the way it's sobbing form crawled on hand and knee to before him. The tipping head in reverence as he did from an unknown source. Standing tall before the cowering kine, he smiled passively down to his love before a single finger would summons the gift up to his feet. Invisible hand grasp the throat of the kine as he began to gasp. The regent then leaned in with a breath. ....beg....

Rubbing her cool cheek against the blonde's hot cheek lifting her head dark eyes meeting the piercing greens. Redhead's arms moved around Rachyl to the Blonde pulling them closer as she leaned over starting to kiss Rachyl's neck Rachyl's gaze was to Antoine slow smile feeling her fangs unsheathed nods to Antoine.

Hands that were crafting with skilled perfection worked on as the set of eyes that mentally tore the Brujah in the same manner as the girl never faltered. Before the club now hung the mirror image of a set of 'angels', crucified by the very harbinger of hunger that their bodies yielded in feeding. The red blush tint of their wings still sucking in life baring air; Their own lungs. They lived still, only their souls would bare the burden of their body's sacrifice for now...Sated with his endeavor, he stood up and gave a survey of the hanging images above the dimly lit booth..the soft drip of red began to splatter against the tabletop... from each delicate 'wing' as the struggle of life continued. The shackles of terror lacing one face, while the angelic beauty of the girl held his gaze a moment longer...then he simply turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Dropping to his knees as soon as Knox nodded to him... he'd crawled to Lord Antoine. Eyes wide with terror as he tore open his shirt his blood oozing down the sides of his neck. Gasping for air like a landed fish. Between Gasp:: "Woman" <gasp> "Dark eyes" <gasp> "Dark hair"<gasp> "Gift" <gasp> "For Lord" <gasp> Antoine. More fear as he tired to pull invisible hands from his throat.

Sharp slap pulling the blonde into her holding her to her back as she released a manufactured moan ::

Again the voice called to the swine; this time the tone demanding:: Beg....mortal...beg for you life..

 The woman held tight to Ariannas shoulders, the sounds of her painful moans only seemed to blend with the sounds of the crowd. slowly the angels grip would loosen, to become clawing attempts for life, then slowly, she could feel the woman�s hands fall down her arms, hearing her heart fade, Arianna would lick clean any spilling on her skin, and gently set her in a chair, closing her eyes and posed her like a lady, sitting alone.

From somewhere across the crowded room a scream pierced the air; and in that moment Blade smiled wickedly, knowing that his work was being viewed upon. He took comfort in the spine-chilling prelude to the night as his fingers found the curve of the doorknob; a twist, and a click, and it was locked.

Feeling the Redhead's lips. Cool cheek moved down the hot cheek as she whispered.  my turn.  Right hand slid down the redhead's back nails increasing the pressure until she reached the small of the woman's back cool lips moving down the neck sharp hard sensation of pain felt for one brief moment as Rachyl's fangs sank into the neck. Redhead's body relaxing pulling her closer to her hand moving up the back of the blonde swaying keeping the dance going as she felt the hot kine blood sucking harder as she swallowed moaning so that the blended thought her friend was simply enjoying herself. Feeling the woman's heartbeat slowing. fangs withdrew.

:Fangs already extended with the first breath of begging from the mortal at his feet turned to sobs of regret. Clawed hand lifted and with lightning quickness, shredded the pulpy skin of it's throat. The think red blood running free as the gurgling gasps filled the air. As Antoine glanced downward to the shrreking sounds of the mortals in room below, then a soft hiss was issued to the masses...as the regent summonsed, so shall the feeding begin. Soon the room would be littered with withering bodies; the blood benediction of his powers making one final showing to this night. Sated in that fact, he fed unmercifully.

If he could he'd pass out from the what he was seeing... he was helpless and like a rag doll as he was lifted body eyes wide open the last thing he saw was staring at the dance floor feeling his life leaving his body.

Tongue ran around her lips as she shifted her hold letting the Redhead fall against her body left hand ran around holding the woman's ass as she supported the body with her back. Dark eyes met the blues of the blonde's the blond had heard the moans of her "friend" Rachyl's hand moved up the woman's back as she leaned over moving her cheek over hers.  <w>your turn.  Razor sharp fangs skimming down the soft flesh sinking in just at the moment the blonde saw her friend's face. Screaming sharply stopped as Rachyl started sucking and swallowing her blood.

A candid whistle was heard from his lips as he sat to the top edge of the balcony. His feet dangled over the railing as he simply watched from above, the smile that creased his features darker than any night sky in existence. All save for the red taint to his eyes, he was well sated in knowing the best was yet to come.

She looked at the woman, licking remnants from her lips, her tongue moved over her teeth as fangs withdrew after such a feeding. she stood a moment, memorizing the woman, Arianna told no lies that she could be inspiration for an angel, she looked at the woman one last time, brushing her fingers lightly over her cheek and pulling her hair forward over both shoulders. then slowly, turned to leave the body as she approached the bar for another glass of wine. taking a few moments to reflect and settle.

Fangs slipped out licking her lips moving arms around the two women's waist letting their heads rest on her shoulder as she moved them off the dance floor. Catching the eye of Lord Antoine's driver, the man nodded once to her as he approached flopping the redhead into his arms.  I think they've had too much to drink. Blonde deposited the same.  I'm sure you know what to do with them. Turning as he nodded she made her way to Lord Antoine. Dark eyes filled with devotion as she looked at him..

A thump against the locked doors was heard as the masses huddled before them ceased in motion...then everything fell to darkness before the doors suddenly flew inward. The night air came rushing in as the stillness below was consumed in a soft mist from the sea; and hovered over the room in utter silence. It was As if the shifting currents came in to claim what was rightfully theirs did the club cease to live. The flashing strobes all that would linger from this eve's crowd ...and a set of rather heavy boots soon found their place upon the tiled flooring below. Blade dropped from his perch on the balcony as if he sported wings himself. He gave a glance about then gaze paused to Ari; then drifted over to Rachyl before he turned and started for the door. That same candid whistle following in his wake. The mist lifted, and the six Tzi kindlings of the estate who had been summonsed reared their heads to him beneath a pool of bodies.

Arms were outstretched as his beloved neared, drawing her close in against him. You did well, my love..your gift...  He smiled as he looked down into her eyes adoringly.  One unlike any other.

Once receiving her wine, she would make her way through the room once more, weaving slowly her way seeking familiar faces of those she had accompanied earlier in the eve to thank for an interesting evening.

Smiling like a child with a new toy as she pressed against him arms wrapping around him. True tone.  What type of huntress would I be if I didn't take care of my Lord, first?  Kissing his neck. <w>I'm glad I pleased you... Antoine.

 

Blade  now stood in the doorway awaiting the rest. His gaze thoughtfully tilted skyward in search of the moon. It wouldn't be long now, he thought..when it did rise fat and full; he wondered offhandedly just what that night would bring to him.

Finally sighting Rachyl and Antoine, she would slowly approach them. Thank you both for a memorable evening.

That you did, My love. Rewards will go freely in remembrance of this night, love.  His arms circled her as lips found the soothing caress of hers, a kiss taken, and a kiss given.

After the kiss was broken lazily looking to Ari.  It was a most insightful night... Arianna.

She smiled to them both. I won't keep you from continuing you eveing�. She smiled to Rachyl.

 

That it was. Thank you. I bid you both good evening.

He smiled down to Rachyl, then turned his eyes to Arianna.  Tis a pleasure that you came...

She gives a small nod.  It was a pleasure to be in such wonderful company,   Turning back to Rachyl.  I hope to hear from you soon.  And with that, she turned to walk to the door.

Dark Eve to you, Torrie..travel safely..  He bid to her in her wake.

Nod given to Ari as she moved with Antoine towards Blade. Meeting Blade with a soft smile.

She reached the front entrance, pausing a moment just outside to find where the cab she had asked to wait for her had parked.

He watched the Artist pass by the door, a soft cough offered before he stepped from the shroud of the darkness there.  Dark Eve Arianna..

She turned slowly, smiling as her gaze fell over Blade.  And a Dark Eve to you as well Blade. It has been interesting.

 

Eyes tilted then as the shine from headlights signaled Knox's arrival with the limo. He stepped from the curb to open the door, a wave to Rachyl and his father as he motioned to them to enter the seclusion of the car. Interesting.. yes indeed, you will alert me when you can find time to view the labs, no?  He looked back around to her with a smile.

She gave a slight nod. I will call you next week to arrange something.   She nodded to Rachyl and Antoine as they entered the car.

Moving with Antoine to the car, very relaxed tone and ask sincerely just above a whisper.  Did I pass the test Blade? I know I have much to 'live' up to met the standards of the Wolfbanes.

I'll be expecting it....Arianna...   He offered to her as he turned to the happy couple. A lift of his brow to Rachyl then he offered her a charming smile.  Well, that was merely one step in -the- test, my dear...you�re not a Wolfbane.... yet...you'll do good to remember that.   He winked to her, grinned to his father and then simply slid into the limo without another word on the subject.

She smiled to Blade, then noticing her cab not too far. she walked in that direction, and reaching the cab, she slid into the seat, and closed the door

Nods to Blade tone is as respectful as the one reserved for Antoine <w> yes, Sir.  Snuggling against Antoine very sated from the nights feeding.

 

 

Chapter 28--Blood Shadows: Investigating

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...But as she has grown, her smile has widened with a touch of cynical recognition,

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Lupine Territory, Romania 2004

The Docks, 4:45 pm

The clicking of the shutter became repetitive as the slimline camera held within the softness of gloved hands worked frantically to keep up with it's owner's impatience. All day long it had been the same scenario; stop, look and shoot. She hand enough snapshots on the rolls of film in her bag to make a pictorial of the hills just on the outskirts of Stationside. She would have to be selective now, she still had to shoot the layouts of the docks. Her primary goal for being here. Sure, it was a cake assignment, but Trisha had read between the lines. The information contained in the dossier held more than just a photo assignment for one of Night Watch's top agents. She would be stationed here for the duration of the job. She really hated to go into something this blind, but sometimes being fed the right information over the course of time more than fueled the hunger to achieve success.

After a late dinner at a roadside cafe, the shine of silver from Porsche 911 Turbo bid the day gone in the twilight as it zipped along the twisted mountain roads. She moved along until the sloping road veered to the right and headed towards the port towns. Trisha knew that the closer to dark it got, the better chance she had of slipping in undetected. By the time the car was well hidden and secured, she grabbed her backpack and headed in to do alittle recon. Black attire, black face cover, twin Beretta's secured under her klavar vest, k-bar and several thinly honed throwing knives scattered about the layers of leather, utility belt with an assortment of tools every prowler needed, and of course, the camera.

From her vantagepoint, little activity could been seen. Other than the night guard sitting in his booth at the end of the pier, it was dead out there tonight. Several ships lay in the harbor, the distant call of a horn from a slow moving barge heard off to the west, and of course the illumination of a million tiny dots of light skimming on the surface of the sea. The dark abyss emitting a soft fog that would be a welcomed addition to her once she determined where she needed to go in at. Decision made a split second before booted feet begun to descend her down upon the weathered boards of the pier, her instincts fell into their usual attentive alert as eyes darted about as she inched forward. Ears picked up the light rise and fall of steps directly ahead of her, she slid down behind a row of wooden shipping crates just before the shadow reached her. They continued on towards the guard;s station as she silently fell in behind the man. Tall, well build and smelled strongly of cigarettes. Mortal, of course. So was the guard. If she stopped to close her eyes, she could almost hear his heartbeat. She fought to quill the beast within her even though the moon was waning. Her predatorily instincts always were on alert during stealth. She would have to be careful, and to control the beast this time. She needed to know what the heck was going on. Pouncing and snacking was not on her agenda this time.

A knit toboggan sat on the mortal's head while frayed denim and rain slicker overcoat with matching knee high boots made up his attire. He looked every bit the part of a longshoreman, or merchant marine. Whatever his nature of business, he was a seaman. and, in a nutshell, he reeked. She listened to the low tone of their voices, not clearly making out anything more than small talk before the gate was unlocked with a buzz from the electric latch. Lovely, that would pose a problem for her. No shimming over the chainlength fence tonight, not without cutting off the juice to it first. She was about to slip on to another row of crates for a better look at the guard house when multiple footsteps boomed behind her. She didn't really need to look, she knew what they were, drifting ever so lightly in on the heavy mist was a scent, unmistakably Garou. Bonegnawers at that. Wonders never cease around here. So, once again she set her boots in motion, evading the shadows that passed her and ducked in behind the back of the guard's house, and prayed her cover scent would do it's thing. She hated the injections, but it was a must in her line of work. Death was not an option she wanted to face.

 

The water below lapped at the wooden pylons that held the pier suspended just above the watery depths. The frigid air drifting up caused a shiver to run the length of her spine. Add to that the silence she was forced into while she hit from the group of men, and tension weighed thick on the night. They had reached the guard station and there they still congregated, clearing waiting on something, or someone. The half hour was marked by a chance look to her wristwatch, the black dicast illuminating the digital numbers of 9:30 in angry red. Tucking her sleeve back over it, she lifted her head up just enough to allow her gaze to look directly across the edge of the window near the back of said station, the guard's TV blasting out into the small enclosure as with the flickering blue hues the light cast.

Ears perked up as she heard the echo of solitary steps making their way back down the spiraling metal steps beyond the electric gate. It was the seaman from before. A greeting passed from the group to him as the buzz of the electric gate was summonsed with a touch of the guard's thumb. They entered, this time the entire lot of them moving on down the pier as their silhouettes disappeared in the shadows of the ship. I should have listened to myself then, turning back to return another night. But the cat in me had to know who and why..and of course what this entire meeting was all about.

The rustle of a few boxes was heard, then the guard stepped out to investigate. The soft sound of twin hisses lingered only for a moment in the air. He never knew what hit him as his body crumpled and fell against the wooden deck. Gloved hands plucked the tiny knockout darts from his neck as her shaded image stepped over to him, then gripping each forearm, he was drug back into the shelter and out of sight. Asleep in the chair is where she left him, her gaze focusing on the controlroom, searching for a means to end the electric current that flowed through the fencing. Two snips of wirecutters took care of that. Dark eyes would stare to the other side of the gate intently as she watched and listened, sated that the coast was clear, slim form inched through the opening of the gate, then was silently reattached by a Velcro strap, in case there was a need later on for a speedy getaway.

A few snapshots was made of both the gate, and the electric fence, then camera was securely slid into her backpack as hands took grip of yet another means to shoot. Both beretta's were held attentive as she began to weave herself along the stretch of pier the men had fled to. As she rounded the corner, the sound of some kind of heavy equipment broke the silence as it rumbled to life. She paused to take a peek, eyes falling on the group standing just outside an open portion of the ship's deck, the long arm of the crane slowly circling it's way back to where they stood. Dock dollies were just under the opening on set railings, she followed the tracks out to where the dock ended. There sat a barge. Interesting enough, since this was a harbor. But the fact the business was bring conducted this late in the evening, and with subdued lighting told her it wasn't a scheduled delivery. All right, she was game to watch as her gaze shot upward and to the dangling crate that the crane was moving. It was lowered against the dolly before the men began to move around it, clicking the latches that held it in place

What happened next was all in the course of a few seconds. The man standing outside the operator's box on the crane fired off a few rounds to his right, and into the operator, the seaman, while the men on the pier climbed up into the openness of the ship's deck and began to offer yet more random gunplay to unseen shadows moving above deck. Ok, so there were more people than she had first noticed. Still, nothing looked out of the ordinary for a sour deal to go down. She still needed to know what was in the crate. Eyes tilted back to the barge, then she ducked down to inch her way towards it. While the men were occupied with the deck, she made her way along the edge of the ship until she climbed aboard the barge. Coming in from the rear, she landed with ease then stayed crouched down behind the tarped ropings and the scattering of tires along the edge of it. Spotting another figure standing just to the bow of the barge, she watched him methodically as he watched the dolly inching it's way to the edge of the pier. The crane on the ship's deck started up again, she could only assume these men were here to take all of whatever the ship was carrying. She opted to wait yet again, hoping for a chance to investigate the crates before she would need to flee.

 

Abel stood silently within the confines of his compound. Weapons of all kinds you could imagine in crates from floor to rafter were all around the facility. His functionaries were moving about in a sense of what seemed like slow motion. He continued to monitor their motions while feeling the stink of something awry in the air. All was not well in paradise as it were. His people were oblivious to the watcher on the outskirts of the location. He wasn't a seer or no augur intenstines wouldn't tell this future but the sweet smell of perfume tainted the air nearly unnoticably from the normal smell of gun oil and body sweat. This location was...spartan but served his purposes of exportation well. Funding was needed when you had a mission. Black boots moved over the concrete floor of dolphin gray and took him outside into the night air. The breeze blew his black hair slightly back as the half moon loomed overhead promising to bring a more eventful future to come once it was full. Guards moved by to their posts and on patrol oblivious to his presence in the otherwise undisturbed night. He had a mission be it ever so humble. The greatest things that man could concieve always was achieved then brought crashing down by a more opportunistic man but then he was far from the average man.

 

A guard reported commotion outside. It seems Cain was paying Abel a visit. Abel drew his H&K .45 from his side and grabbed a 9mm pistol laying in an open crate and walked outside to see the scene of slaughter that had unfolded. The men on the ship were fools. They had actually thought they could scam him. The smell of blood filled his nostrils as though it was a fine meal in an empty kitchen. He was no vampire to drink blood but the smell was quite overpowering all the same. Heightened smell came with the sensitivity of the heightened abilities. From behind a crate one of the last remaining men from the sour deal came up with an old soviet made AK-47 intent on taking as many men with him as possible into death. Abel was not prepared to be brought down at this time though. He pointed the .45 toward the man and breathed in the sweet smell of impending death before firing. The bullet if it had lungs would scream through the air of new life. A brother bullet left the chamber and followed its brother on the mission of death. The first bullet hit bluntly into the man's chest whose AK fired wildly into the air as a second hit in his stomach and caused him to buckle over the side and into the murky water of the night. The sweet smell of a woman was still in the air but stronger here. She was near... It was all the best to play stupid though. Stupidity would lead her to arrogance and perhaps lead him to better knowledge of who his snooper was. Abel tossed the 9mm back into a crate and headed into the warehouse again with the business of discovery on his mind and the mission of profit holding a close second. Every man needs a mission, be it so humble.

Dark eyes remained ever watchful to the lone silhouette mere feet from her crouched form. A shiver threatened to split her spine as the slow moving crate rolled onward towards the docked barge. The sound of rusted metal against metal gave that ear piercing squelch that put fingers against a chalk board to shame. A most unpleasant omen to this night's aftermath of second rate spying from the shadows. Given the odds, it would have to do. She was here merely to observe, take notes and of course produce evidence to what, if anything dangerous, was going on down here. And, other than a half assed attempt at a take over to the ship, she was beginning to wonder. If the imbeciles that were still firing off misguided rounds didn't improve their close range shots, the ship would surely sink and she would wind up being stuck here all night. She was counting on her friends the shadows to conceal her getaway.

Her slender form shifted as her legs became laced with a million annoying tingles. Proof she had been here for far too long. She had went from the glamour of Paris by Night to Chicken of the Sea in a matter of a few weeks--they sure as hell weren't paying her enough to sit out here and freeze her behind off for a few snapshots. The smell was pungent; she would never touch seafood again. Finally, the crate was moved upon the barge, then imbecile number one began to shuck the top of the crate off with a crowbar, and she eagerly awaited the preverbal 'pearl' of the oyster to be shown. As she crouched in the cold silence of her seclusion, dark eyes widened in wonder and in awe of the 'toy' that pudgy hands began to manhandle into submission. Every metallic click and slide noted as she viewed the M29 with grave respect. She almost purred at the sight. These yard dogs certainly had the right bones for the job; she knew then without a shadow of doubt in her pretty little head that she'd be after bigger prey now, more powerful, more intelligent, and more likely to be aware of a Watcher's modus operadi than some street level thug. This assignment, she thought, might actually be work. She welcomed the challange..

Once the men faded back up into the shadows of the docks, she investigated the crate closer, counting off mentally at least a dozen brother weapons to the one that was still laying out on the doghouse. She clicked off a few quick shots of it for evidence once more, then silently slinked into the shadows to pack up shop. Once she watched, and waited to see if the coast remained clear, she maneuvered a leap back upon the dock from the low riding barge, then relied heavily upon those shadows to aide her trek back out the way she came in. The task, all too dreadfully, unnecessarily complicated. For there were far too many of the men who survived the shoot out lingering around the docks. And with her luck, their shots had improved considerably. But, little did they know that the simple and direct died simple and direct deaths; only the devious and elusive endured.

The crafty had just became the apprentice once more as she paused to recant her steps in here; knowing with a sense of dred they wouldn't be repeated on her way out. A new course of action would be needed. And the tick of the tock told her she'd better hurry. Then dark eyes focused upon the opening of a warehouse door with intent interest. Before it had stood silently closed and dorment. The silhouette of a lone figure spotted in the illumination of the light within, and more than eyed from where she hid. The power she thought earlier could very well lie within the bowels of wood and steel. The danger lingering upon the air became her torrid lover in pursuit of death's soft caress... Dare she risk investigation? Temptation was indeed a cruel muse.

As it were, her mind never got the time to make a split second decision; something upon the hillside of the docks garbed her attention. The night fog grew thicker as the sounds of defiance could be heard by keen ears of the garou. Savage snarls drifted down to mix with the low churn of the ocean current and idle hum of heavy equipment. Something else brewed on the night air and the ambiance set would prove to be an even greater danger of fatal dancing within the shadows. Trisha would have to put off her seek and find mission now; the whiff of the rioting Silverfangs were to great a deterrent to overlook.

Fearing the worst, she frantically searched for a place to stash her gear, knowing by the rapid pounding of paws against the moist earth that they grew closer with each breath. The snarls echoed in her ears, as with the distant rumble of their growls. Their heartbeat became the same sickening dull drumbeat of her own. Calling....Beckoning..The threat sent out into the air for all to heed, she needed to be prepared to move and do so fast. Her own body was reacting to the warning cries of the pack, the amber injection of this morning proving to be weakening by the minute. Her body shook and her muscles began to cramp and contort. Her own garou beast fighting to pay it's rightful homage to this night. A night that would inevitably bring on blood shed for brethren, whether friend or foe. She wasn't going to stick around this time to pass off the preverbal olive branch of peace; nor bother to quote scripture from the sacred litany scrolls. This warning was made clear with the first howl that rolled down the hillside; death tuned it's fiddle for the accused.

She had managed to make it past the openness of the shipyard before the first rockets fell from the sky. The blasts shook the wooden planks as both wood and bodyparts began to litter the disturbed silence. Chaos was issued with a side order of raging garous. The first wave of the attacking beasts charged head to head with the scattering of bonegnawers that survived their own small war just hours before. Little did she know that her prophecy would ring true; simple means to a simple and direct action. Nature would take care of their own; weed out the undesirable. But what do you do when nature is manupliated to start with? Who pushes the reset button and turns to pick up the pieces? It would not fall in the laps of Gaia this time. If anything, Gaia would become the silent angel of death with free flowing black tears of sorrow for it's children. I guess they missed the part about 'love one another'. ~Say a prayer into the raging night, my child; for it is time to die.

 

The silver of her Porsche still burned as she reached the roadside. The empty shell of her would-be ride wasting away to ashes. Material things...survival would depend greatly on her instints now. Her own beastly form still struggling to break free. She cursed the amber as she fought off the uncontrollable shakes of her struggling human form. Her steps, unsure like before as she fell to hands and knees, head lifting to the smoke laden night sky. The face of torment baying in anger to the velvet backdrop. Blue eyes rimmed red with an angry glint that was laced within smouldering depths. The screams of her human voice echoing in her ears as she could feel herself giving in....the blackness invaded her mind ..eating away at her inner soul when the possession took over. A rage burned through her far greater than ever before when the beast cried out into it's first born moments of rejuvenation...breaking free of the ties that bound it into submission.. snarls confirmed that this time it would dominate the human; allowing no room of regrets. And so the hunt begins....

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...And now you become like her..you were right after all. The silent twisted torment of your immortal life has awakened, and for you tis this sorrow. You want her but cannot have her..your life not your own, simply given over to serve that in which you desire...tis your muse. She is there still..giving..sometimes more, sometimes less, but never enough. You are always left hungry. She likes you hungry. Biding the time when that moon rises fat and full and shines down upon this wretched land only for the cycle to began again..Your muse is a cruel mistress indeed...leaving you to only wish of your salvation..silver..it'll be your silent crucifixion....

The young werewolf man, slightly tanned in the face, looks around hearing a slight noise. His slender hands were placed inside a long white trench coat, fondling the colt anaconda 44 mags within them. His hair hung maybe to his cheeks, a solid black color at that. Those eyes, those deadly eyes, searching about, a deepest blue that anyone may have seen. His head didnt look back however, two of his henchmen stood behind him. He spoke softly to them, a slight growl in his tone "Find who ever is out there and bring them to me" The henchmen nodded and ran off to look for whom ever it was that had been snooping around.

After the smoke had cleared, and the slaughter of the silverfangs played out one by one before her beastly eyes, she grew weary. The threat of danger gone from her mind, sleep tugged her into it's velvety dream world of contentment. Slender curves merged with the morning dew as a grassy knoll became her bed. Nude body sported the makings of several flesh wounds, scrapes, and a thin layer of soot. Dark eyes peeked a crack as the morning sun became an annoying harbinger. Dark curls lay acattered against smudged skin of her face and shoulders. Arms curled gently up as she tried to force herself to sit, but failed. She needed a drink, her throat parched as with the land she slumbered upon.

The tallest of the two henchmen was obviously the ugliest. Broad shoulders and a big gut, this was surely a man whom had to lay off the sweets. He wore a white shirt, it barely fitted him correctly. The second was a bit smaller, yet cuter as well. He was slender, and the look of brains befell upon him. Unlike the first he indeed was smart. The two had approached the girl, they had surrounded her as they peered down upon her. Both had bent down, sliding their arms beneath hers. They were to help her up to her feet, but it was no use. Rather then helping they decided to drag her feet, they headed back to Abel, the ogreish one had in his other hand a camera he had taken from her.

Sticks and stones may break the bones, but they were hell on the skin. When Trixie realized she wasn't alone, her first instinct was to wiggle away. But, to no avail she was snatched up, only to be dropped to the moist earth. Sapphire eyes danced with sinsiter intent as she growled. Her arms were tugged up to cover tender cleavage from prying eyes, but soon found herself bring drug feet first along on the ground. Her efforts to squirm more only brought more pain. A scream of protest could be heard mixed with the soft sobs of her freight, her mind clearly still in the transformation mode.  "let go... let me go.. you monkeyshits!! "

They had not payed any attention to what she were to say, though they did hear her quite clearly. They spoke not a word, they had dragged her from where she layed to what looked like a boating dock. There was where they had dropped her, rather hard if i may add. The footsteps of boots, steeled toed no doubt, sounded throughout the docks. There standing above her was Abel, his eyes propped upon hers. The first henchmen had given Abel the camera, he looked down upon the girl as he spoke quite softly "Whats this? Pictures?" With those last words he took it into his right hand and clenched a fist around it. The broken camera had been scattered everywhere.

Nude form slapped against the wooden dock as she was dropped. Hands reached to brace her as she pushed up and sat. Quickly she curled her legs in around her torso as arms crossed to cover her nakedness, head bowed to spill those tossed dark locks over her face. Shifting to the sound of boots before her, dark eyes peered upward as tearstained tracks were etched in he sooty complexion. She found herself staring into the face of the man that the shadows had hidden from her last night, before the fight broke out. A nervous shift of her hands was noted when he spoke to her, as if asking silently for her camera back. Then yelped as it came shattering down around her.  "that.. was.. mine.."

Again those tiers had parted to speak "Indeed, I bet it was, now...who are you and what are you doing here?" His hand dove back into his pocket only to bring out a hell of a revolver, the colt anaconda 44mag was not a gun to mess with. He held it up, gesturing to her that she had better talk befor this trigger is pulled. Laced with silver, the bullet on the inside had been silver as well. Though he was a werewolf, he needed protection from other werewolves as well. His eyes, those deadly eyes, had now soothed up a bit, the guns barrel was directly at her face as he waited for an answer.

She heard his hand as it slid into his coatpocket. Those keen ears still picking up every minuet detail of the area that echoed with a deadly slam into her brain. Eyes then focused upon the barrel of the anaconda. Sapphire orbs locked to the steely glint of the barrel and cross hiers pointed directly to her frontal lobe. Defiance in her then lifted her head upward, a sofr motion that brought those tossed locks to spill down around her cheeks. Lifting gaze away from the barrel, she met his own dark gaze dead on as she spoke. My name is of no concern, nor is my presence. My camera, well you've pretty much destroyed the reason I was here. I'm no threat, mister, merely an out of work freelance photographer with no photo's of the brown tern..there's a nest of them out back on your dock..I persume this -is- your dock?

He smirked and chuckled a bit as he spoke once more "Your lying" He completely ignored the question by the girl. He used his thumb to pull back the hammer along the gun. The gears on the inside creaked as the barrel turned in its place. This was not to kill, only to intimidate. He looked dead into her eyes "You see this gun, I know what you are, but I don't know who you are or what your doing. Now young werewolf, this gun is filled with silver bullets, I dont believe you want one here." He placed the barrel of the gun to her forehead "Now I want answers." His smirk grew a little.

Those eyes never blinked, only the gaze dropped a moment in silent thought to close. Half lidded, a soft tear formed underneath heavily lined orbs.  Mister, silver is only one final step out of this nightmare..I arbor the silence for my soul. Kill me if you must, but you'll never truely know if those birds were on my roll of film.  Dark gaze lifted, eyes squaring to his once more as sorrow could be seen. Whether or not he believed her about the film were left to be told, but to the words of her death, well she soke clearly from her heart.

He sighed and lowered the gun. His back turned as he spoke to the other two henchmen "Take her on board, we'll bring her with us" He headed back to the boat, the other two henchmen had once again found themselves on either side of her. One had spoke to the other as they licked their lips. Abel was already on board when the two had suddenly held her down by the arms, forcing her to stay still. The other had attempted to pry open her bare legs. From that instent the sound of a cocking barrel was heard. One shot into the ugly one, the one that had pryed her legs open. The blood lifted to the air, a bullet through the skull and out the other side. Now for the small one, he had pulled the trigger once more, taking a shot into his head as well. Between the eyes, blood had sprayed everywhere as it leaked onto the dock. He had leaped off the boat and onto the dock. He had some clothes in one hand and the steaming gun in the other. He tossed her the clothes and spoke solemnly "Get dressed" These were the last words before he started walking away.

Again, the grimy hands of the henchman touched her skin. It burned where they gripped her so tightly. She wiggled with some force as they tackled her to the ground, hearig of their lewd calls and promises to come of defiling her body only made her fear rise. Struggling was fruitless as they were much stronger. And in a flash the boom of the anaconda split her eardrums as blood ran red along pale flesh and weathered wood of the docks..then silence filled the air. She glanced up from her crouched stance to see the man once more, the smoking barrel telling of his deed. But why, she mentally ask. As clothing fell before her, she took another long look to this one, mind pondering his motive before she quickly grasp the clothing and began to cover herself. Standing, arms folded over her gently as she awaited his return. Not as much as a glance back in an attempt to run was offered. The man had clearly left her spellbound.

"You may not leave im sorry, now i will ask you nicely to board the boat." He looked back at her and holstered the gun. He started walking again, away from the rotting bodies of the two hench men. He hadn't known why the men would dissobey him, but rest assured he would not let the others do the same. He solmnly walked up the plank, his head down a bit as he stood up top, waiting ever so patiently.

She took a long look to the two men littering the dock. Tiny feet padded ever so graceful over their cooling forms as she obeyed his wishes. Her hand moved up as she walked, swiping the mess of locks from her face. Her head hurt, her skin burned and her stomach began to remind her just how much it had ate while on the prowl for a fresh kill. She moved upon the boat where he waited, dark eyes skimming a shy glance towards him as she nodded.  I understand.  Eyes took one lask peeking glance to the dead men as a soft curl of a smile was hidden from his sights...they got what the deserved.

He walked along the boat, two of his men had lifted the plank as the boat began drifting. "And to answer you question, no this isnt my dock" He turned from her and started walking along the deck. His boots thudded "Make yourself at home, we did" Scattered mainly everywhere was fresh blood of the crew whom had owned this ship. Obviously this wasnt his boat either.

She nodded lightly to his words, already coming to the conclusion he had been the attacking force from last night. The crew of motrals stood nochance with the likes of his henchmen. Watching last night had been the prelude to the reasoning behind her hanging around. The crates of guns she spied enough to form a small army and would do nicely too. She looked around the boat, then slid herself down on a nearby couch against the wall. Curling her arms about her legs, she picked gently at the cuts an scrapes there. A glance cast his way ever so often.  Look, my name is Trixie...I don't....mean you any harm, I was... just working... Gaze lowered again as she grew silent.

He stopped as he turned around "Ok Trixie, listen to me. They call me Abel, you might or might not have heard of me...if you dont try anything while on this ship you will not be harmed, i promise you this" His voice drifted as he spoke to her "I am one to maintain my word, you can guarentee it." He had walked to her and sat on teh couch beside her. His head hung low somewhat. "Your bedroom is on the lower deck, first room to your right."

She watched him thoughtfully then, a shift in her hips brought legs down and bare feet to touch the floor. A nod was given to him and his words, clearly she understood them by the expressive nature he spoke to her with.  Thank you, Abel.  She returned as dark eyes lowered to take a casual glance over his form.  I can't swim, and I doubt you'll hear a peep out of me..  With that she stood and gave a glance to the stairs of the deck, a pasue as she looked back to him a moment, almost wanted to say more, but didn't. Instead, she moved on silently in search of her room. Coming face to face with her newest target, she held mixed emotions about him. Where was the blood thrusty bonegnawer she was so warned about? Maybe they were gravely mistaken about him, She would soon find out.

A drift, Two days later..

 

Abel, as quiet as he is, also walks quietly, even wearing those boots of his. He walks to the plank that had not yet been dropped, he watches as it lowers slowly. As soon as it is down he takes a step onto it and slowly scales down it. His ears twitching slightly. His hands had been shoved in his pockets once again, those guns itching to be pulled. He stopped and waited for the girl as teh wind around him blew lightly.

Silently she awoke from her slumber. The hushed tone in his voice brought her senses on alert as she scrambled to dress and climb up on deck. After a few moments of waiting, they began to make their way off the boat, and down the gangplank. The mist of the harbor was like a thick blanket of hinderence to eyes. She inched closer to where he stood, the light current of the breeze making her shiver with uncertainty. Reaching Abel, she gave a glance to him as she tugged the parka around her slender from tighter.

He glanced down to her as he nodded. The men behind the two were bustly running around loading the boxes of guns onto the crane shift to be lifted from the boat. He walked slowly down the gangplank. His eyes scanning the area as if there was something mistakenly wrong. He whispered to the girl "Its too quiet, be careful" He stopped at the end of the gangplank waiting for the girl.

A soft nod was issued to his words. Gaze returned to the fog as she returned to following in his footsteps. She would fel alot safer if she had at least one gun or something to aide her in protection, but what was she going to do, ask for one? How drone would that look for a deemed photojournalist to want a gun..so with that thought in mind, she would play the defensless female until the time came for her to do otherwise. Gaze lifted as she watched the crates being moved to a truck...at least she would get to see where those were going, if anything.

He looked around once more as he stepped off. As soon as his foot touched land a bullet had been shot. It missed him but hit the ground. His men had been on alert now as he ran one way and dived behind the truck. Telling the girl to take cover. He put his back to the truck as the gun fire soared around him. He drew both guns waiting for the girl to get in place.

The zipping of hot lead passed her ears as she instantly lowered herself downward. As chaos broke out, dark eyes darted to and fro until she spotted where Abel had taken cover. Springing from her crouched position, she took a dive in behind the truck then scooted up to where he was..the parka shredding by a too close far call bullet, she shed it qiuckly as she slid down beside him.  one hell of a welcome, who's your friends..?

He smirked and peeked around the corner as his body lashed out from behind it, fire a couple shots and move back to his position behind the truck. "Evere hear of the silverfang gang?" He chuckled a bit as he set one of his guns down reached into the back of the truck, and out he pulled a Bren Ten 10mm. He handed it to her, knowing damn well it was already loaded. "Just start firing" He lashed out again and pulled the trigger numerous times. *Oof*s and *Ow*s were clear as bullets from his gun pegged numerous silverfang targets.

No wonder it stinks around here..  She muttered to his reply..the same mangy gang that had ambushed both the docks and her the other night. She kept her head ducked down low as he returned fire out into the mist..then asthe gun was dropped into her lap, a smirk creased her lips.  I shoot pictures.  She offered candidly as hand picked up the gun to eye it. A glance up to him, catching his attention averted in which she took a quick moment to double check the rounds and clip, locking and loading, then sprang up and gave off a few rounds towards the return fire. As the silverfangs seemed to lose the momentum of their fire, she leaned closer to the front of the truck and popped off a few silhouettes easing to the front of the truck.

His body tore from the truck as he dived behind a crate, somersaulting in the same action. His guns had been firing until the *click* of an empty chamber sounded. He leaned aginst the crate as he propped open the chamber and loaded 6 new rounds into each. He smirked as he turned around and started to fire again. His eyes beheld no emotion once so ever, only death. The stetch of hate filled the air, mixing with the mist. His hands tight around each handle of the anacondas.

She lost sight of him in the cross fire and the smoke that began to thicken around them. She caught the whiff of gasoline as the truck has suffered it's share of bullet's to the tank. Without thinking, she slid under it and began crawl around towards the back, then stood to sprint out into the open, diving into the openness of a metal bin used by mechanics. Several more rounds were squeezed off before she ran out of rounds, then gaze caught sight of Abel a few yards ahead of her. Scrambling to her feet, she slid in behind him, out of breath. Truck's about to blow..and I'm out of rounds..

He nodded and spoke yet only three words "Yes it is" He held his gun up once more, to finish the impression the girl had made. He smirked and pulled the hammer back as he fired a hot round to the leakage. The gasoline ignited as he turned around to shield her of flying shrapnal. The truck exploded sending bodies everywhere. His back stopping pieces of hot metal from reaching the girl, yet it also muffled her ears from the explosion. His head was held low to save himself from hot metal as well.

When she realized just what he meant by those words her eyes grew round as the moon on full.  ...are you nuts...!!!!  She yelled right before the sparks were seen by his rounds, and then all was shield from her eyes as he moved to cover her from the explosion. Her arms found the curves of his waist as she held on for her life. The ground shook all around them as the raining of sheer hot iron fell about them. She realized then without a doubt she was dealing with a psycho..and what made matters worse? She liked the way he thought. Coughing from the inhale of the fumes, she squirmed underneath him as she began to beat out the flames around them.

He stood as he looked down at her. He spun each gun on his index finger as he holstered them in the deep pockets of his coat. He offered her a hand, he looked around as he held his hand out at all teh ruin. His men had been killed, those who did survive were badly inured. He needed to find a place to take the two of them. He sighed slightly fixating his eyes upon hers.

Looking up to the extended hand, she offered her's quickly out as she stood. Brushing off a few remnants of fire to his coat sleeve, then drew her hand back to slip out the S&W 610 from the waist of her jeans. It was offered back to him then as eyes locked with that dark gaze of his.  -w- I'd like to see what you do for an encore..

He shook his head as he turned around and smirked "Keep it, think of it as a present" He bent down, looking at the soil beneath him. He picked some up into his hand and blew it away "We need to leave" He would say before turning to look at her. "Your not a photojournalist are you?" He eyed her suspiciously, knowing damn well she wasnt who she said she was.

She looked back to the gun which went untouched by him..  Thanks..?  She whispered as she slid the empty piece back into the small of her back, snuggly flush with her jeans. Wiping the grit off her hands, she lifted her head as he spoke to her again, knowing fully well she couldn't hide the obivious from his standpoint. Her lips thinned to a slight frown then.  No, Abel, I'm not a journalist..I was tracking the filth of the fangs when I ran upon your dock by mistake. If I told you that yesterday, I wouldn't be standing here breathing now.

He smirked yet again "Wouldnt you be? i had no intentions of killing you, beside you have valueable information. Why were you down there in the first place?"

The men who paid me to find the fangs wanted to know why they rallied at the docks. I had no idea it was You they were after..I've never met you before then. First rule of thumb when captured is either take a bullet, or lie..I chose the lie. All I wanted to do was get out alive.  She slid her hands into her pockets then, letting her gaze linger on his face.

He smirked once more and slowly walked towards a surprisingly unharmed car. A Lexus to be exact. He climbed in the driver side and waited for her. He didnt find keys so he had reached underneath the dash board. He ripped off the face cover for the wires. He used one hand to strip the wires and slowly attach them to one another. The car roared loudly as he pressed the gas petal. Waiting for the girl to climb within the furious car.

She glanced around then sighed. She hated to have to spread more bad omens, but she wasn't so sure he was the real target after all, and what was worse, he wouldn't trust her again. With a glance to the wreckage of the truck, she turned and ran over to the car, the door tugged open before she slid herself into the passanger's seat. Slambing the door, she slid the belt over her with a click and settled into the seat. A glance to him before she lay her head back against the seat.  I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you.

He spoke again as he turned the radio on "Trust hasnt been broken, you cant break something that you dont have." He roared the car again as he threw it into 1st and peeled out as the car raced off down the street. Going to 2nd gear, then 3rd, the car was exceeding the speed limit by at least 30mph, no more no less.

Guess so... She lay her hands on the dash of the car as fingertips held on to it. A glance out of the front window as the docks seem to slowly fade from their presence. So where we going?

"Somewhere far from here" He turned the steering wheel to the right, the car screeched and turned hard. Lights of cops roared behind him "We've got company" He smirked and turned the music up, the car roared as the right music for a high speed chace played on the radio.

She turned to spy the cops falling in behind them, a lift of her brow given as she looked back to him. Things weren't going well for them at all, it seemed as she looked around the interior of the car, then up to the sunroof over their heads. Thinking against anymore stupid stunts she sat back in the seat and tightened the seatbelt again.~

He told her rather loudly over the music "Take the wheel" with those words he let go of the steering wheel, hoping she might grab it. He pushed the button for his window and stuck his head out with his gun drawn. He took one, two, three shots as the cop cars spun off the road. He still had to take car of more. after all reinforcements had just arrived.

There he goes again, the man was going to be the death of her before this was over with. A hint of a smile formed to her lips as she unbelted and dove under the wheel, attention going to the cars in front of them as she weaved back and forth over both lanes...then there was this business of a slow moving semi she had to try to pass, but just barely as the nose of the car dove in front of it at the last minute. She looked around a moment to his lower half, then eyes darted back to the road. So whatelse do you do for fun, Abel?

A shrugg exerted itself. He kept firing as he told her "Here I'll take it from here" He lowered himself back into the car as his hands placed on teh steering wheel. He had weaved back and forth between cars. His eyes darted toward a tunnel that had backed up traffic. He threw the car into 4th as he said "Hold on, I got an idea" He turned hard again, this time the car was on two wheels and rolling along the inside of the tunnel. The other cars flying by them as they never decrease in speed.

Oooooh shhhhhyyyyttt....   She scrambled back over to the other side of the car about the time it was thrown into 4th gear. Fingers grasp to the interior for anything to hold on to as the car lifted up on two wheels. As they entered the tunnel, total darkness took over as she shut her eyes all the same. She crouched down into the floorboard and held on as tightly as she could for the ride to be over.

They had beat the fuzz, and the tunnel at that. He turned the wheel again, all four wheels planted safely again as he drove at an incredible rate.

She didn't dare move once all four tires rolled underneath them. Her eyes cracked open as she stared around a moment, then peeked her head up to look out the window. Slowly but surely she crawled out of the floor and took her seat once more, taking care to buckle up again. A sigh as she looked over to him, a few blinks offered in disbelief before head rested against the seat in comfort.

He chuckled a bit as he looked over to her "Having fun yet?" He smirked as the car raced down the highway. He smirked and turned down the radio as they drove.

Tonz..I think I lost my stomach back there somewhere...   She eyed him a moment or two longer then closed her eyes to try to gain her composure. Never in her life has she went on a ride like that; not that she had a choice, at least they were alive and out of harms way. Focusing on the obivious, eyes lifted back open asshe leaned forward, fingers unlatching the glove box before her. She scrambled around in it, producing a wallet and several other small pieces of paper.  I'm beginning to think dead is better..I must say, I'm impressed..  She glanced to him then.

He chuckled once more, sated in her words. After that, silence flooded the cab of the car as he drove them on into the night. Out of sight of the local authorities, and safely out of lycan terriroty. Destination in mind, he would ponder over what to do with this girl once he had time to rest up and regroup. For now, the fued with the fangs were greater a burden than she was. Somehow he couldn't shake the feeling she played a much bigger part in what she let on about. Only time would prove that theory.

 

Chapter 29--Night Garden

 

 

Caparthian Mountains 2004

Shadowlight Magic Shop,  Midnight
Spring's second new moon starting to wax a sliver of luminescent against the dark sky. The night a mix of shadows one casting darkness across her naked form. Skilled hands darted out of the darkness sinking into rich black freshly tilled soil wiggling deeper in the hole until she felt the soils true temperature. Her bare half-moons resting on the back of her heels as she reached for next to last plant in the potting tray. An untamable cascade of dark hair being pushed over her left shoulder exposed the only thing she is wearing, his gift to her. In the note he�d requested she wear it always, this request was easily complied because from the moment she placed around her neck she�d not wanted to take it off. It made her feel closer to him as if he was watching over her protecting her in some way.

 

Cupping the closed bloom White Moonflower vine in the palm of her right hand a small smile on soft lips, would Blade like the Night garden? A Victorian concept in gardening she�d picked up during her visits to New Orleans. Even then she�d liked the concept and learning the flowers and plants that shunned the sun�s bright rays, only opening to the moon�s opulent glow. Would think he think she is denying the warrior blood of her ancestors? She knew she wasn�t for the same passion that fueled the warrior to fight to the death was driven by love to protect what she cherished. Would he think the garden a silly notion? Or would he be touched she�d planted this garden outside her bedroom? Leaning placing the plant in the hole, garnet kissing the vine as she scooped earth into place.

The night was exactly what Blade needed to lose himself within. Heart heavy at the trouble of his homecoming, this would be one night that he would claim for himself and would do such as that when the grey white ninja bike rolled off the security of the estate grounds. The ride was swift, as always, the sound of the pavement and the vibrations from the bike hinted at a power far greater than his own. Quite evident he didn't depend completely upon his blood to shift him about the land; he chose the latter of modern technology for that over depleting his supply. A Tzi was frugal when it came to disbursing the disciplines... for one never really knew when there would be a need for a summonsing. Waste not, want not. The winding road soon fell under the speeding wheels of the bike, zig zagging back up to the quaint little town of the Carpathian Mountains solely for the unweilding power that flowed though it and the river...but most importantly for this night, he chose it for the power that would be found in a cozy little magick shop off to itself. The bike parked a mile from the deemed shop; the unusual shape of the building caught his eye once he slipped upon it through the tendrils of shadows for his concealment. The breeze picked up some, but if noticed at all, the soft fragrance of the jasmine sprinkled around the flowers and shrubs would deter any thought of difference. Dark eyes that almost seemed to be the darkness themselves that peered to a silhouette faithfully working with mother earth. what was it she called it the other eve? Gaia, yes, that was it. Pondering on the thought and the nude beauty before him, a hint of a smile curved out the otherwise thin line his lips were pressed into. He dare not disturb her just yet, he was curious to see what she was up to with this strange flower planting.

Vine standing on its own bloom closed. A shower of hair falling around her face over deceptively slender arms knees parting moving backwards rocking back to rest on her heels. Fingers interlocked index fingers pressing together head lifts up to the new moon chanting. "Darkness of the moon bless this your night seed... Bless your daughter's night garden. For this Night Garden is planted with the flowers that hide from the sun. Opening only for your moonlight."

Strange was this creature, and of the ways of he magick. He was not one to dabble in more than what suited his purposes to craft the flesh of both his own zulo form and those that were deserving of discovering their own curiosity where his blood was concerned. The shrieks and cries of pain nothing compared to the spiritual words bring chanted by that whispering voice of hers. His mind drifted back to the currents of the ritual she performed upon him. The feelings that drifted through him from her had left some unreachable place in his inner workings; what she had most certainly invaded were places no immortal had dared to venture before, yet without fear or contradiction, she had freely entered so that he might live. A tilt of his head was given as the stone moved from his eyesight. Stepping slowly and silently around, he viewed where it was nestled in both wonder and questionable expression to his face.

Head lowered as hands dropped to the earth around the plant palms pressing down the soil. Insides of deceptively slender arms pushed against the sides of firm breast squeezing them together. Knees pushing loose earth to the sides parting as she slid closer to the plant. Necklace bumping against warm skin palms touched the insides of her thighs brushing against silken hair pulling up moving to her thighs sliding dirt up them stopping mid-thigh squeezing. Dreamy expression sitting looking over her accomplishment.

His hands slid comfortably into his pockets as he eyed now the plant with a deeper thought laced with his mind. He plucked the uttered verse from his memory...the one she had used when offering it into the freshly dug earth. Not meaning to disturb her, and did just the same., the tendrils snaked back into his being as his presence became noted, standing beside her, gazing down with shimmering pools held upon the vine, he whispered them once more. " that hides from the sun and awakes to your light.."  A smile formed to his features as eyes tilted their gaze down to her, taking in all of her form with an approving look. As to what he approved of, that would be for her to determine.  "Very nice, moon maiden, you have exquisite taste in your garden...mayhaps you could speak with my gardener? "  He grinned lightly as he kneeled to allow his gaze to meet her's on the same level.  "Or become my gardner..it would be a very...refreshing change.."  He teased as eyes took a quick once over to her then offered a hand to her as he stood.  "How fare thee this eve? I hope I do not disturb your workings..but it seems that the flower and the vine have both peeked my curiosity. "

<w>"In moonlight you will show your full beauty. For I have planted thee to be shared he one who walks only at night."  Last few words said as he appeared eyes widened smiling to him.nipples harden from the way he looked at her. Had it been except Blade who found her planting in the nude� that would be there last vision for she�d use their body for fertilizer for seeing her this way. A nod given as warm earthen covered fingers slipped into his hand. Rising in a graceful up-folding motion free hand moved over a stone of the necklace. "Your maiden is pleasantly surprised."  Glancing down head tilting as she looked back up at him saying his name as magically as the chant.  "Blade, you could never disturb me. And this wasn't work just a labor of love... a surprise for you. A Night Garden."

"A surprise? I had anticipated being met with tooth and claw from the way you sped off into your night at the Ball."  He chuckled lightly then as fingers raked over the clinging dirt grasp in his palm..as his thumb moved over the crumbs from which he drew his strength, another touch was upon the air; the warm flesh of her hand.   "I'm happy to see that smile once more. Mayhaps one day the moon might discover the very shine you stole from it.."  As his gaze moved with precise intent to her own pools, a swirl of red the very color of the stone could be seen as he called silently to the blood. The necklace around her slender neck called in reply with a soft glow about it. He wondered then what her reaction would be in discovering this; surely she would think it of the Tzi, for they are a protective breed over all they claim.  "And to wear your jewels and nothing else, indeed I do see this vigil you keep for the night..does it deter your thinking to know that you have been marked, my Lupine Lovely? That the very core of the kindred seeks out the loving bosom of his deemed enemy? Or dare I fear my death within the bed of lust? Ahh, such questions a mind does ponder, and only you to hold the key.."  He let her hand move into his grasp with a gentler touch as hand, dirt and all, was lifted up and a kiss pecked gently to the back of it while dark gaze still held to her face.

Heartbeat increasing with each word eyes staying on his moving closer as she listened to each word. Feeling his cool lips, heart's desire revealed in her tone. "It was not you I fled from... it was to keep from doing this"  Dropping down left hand moved up the side of his face as she pressed warm lips against his gently pushing upward right hand moving over his lacing fingers through his as the nails of her left hand skimmed his scalp body slithering into his kissing deeply a whimper escaping as she did.

He wasn't prepared for that... the kiss warm and inviting, and eagerly returned as lips descended into the soft taste of this moon maiden's tempting fruit. Arms circled her soft form as he allowed his fingertips to trace against the warm flesh; first they skimmed over her arms, found the curve of her sides, then settled upon each slender curve of her hip as tips of digits dug smoothly in there to pull her close to him. His lips entrapped her lower lip in the passion and tugged with a propose as over and over he nibbled and savored the intoxicating taste..pulling free slowly, forehead rested against her own as he gazed into her eyes  ~w~ "Then I must say it was worth the wait.. "  His fingertips never lost their grip as they smoothed out and allowed each palm cupped against tender flesh.  "but, before we go on, you do realize this could be complicated..."  He knew of course, that she did, he just needed to hear it, and to make her very aware that he knew it..and had chose to ignore it from the start. Nothing would ever deter him from anything once he wanted it.

Hands moved slipping down his chest moving around his sides around and up his back. Lashes fluttered open a whimper feeling the tug of her bottom lip, hips pressed against his feeling the fabric between them., tiny moans to each nipple. Dirt filled nails pressed lightly against his back, warm forehead rubbing against his. Catching her breath soulful eyes holding his gaze, hushed whisper. "Yes. More than anyone I know the complications."   Trembling in the passion he ignited. Truth slipping out.  "My soul was dead until you awakened me."  Pressing into him hands move down his back.  "I want you Blade� No matter what hells I have to endure to be with you."

Her words only drew that smile into a grin.  "Then we shall walk through the bonfires of our trials...together. Death is something neither of us are a stranger to.."  One hand left the curve of her hip to find a more delicate one of her cheek, pressing her face into his.  "And if this indeed is to be our's... we shall walk to it together.."  Hand tugged her face around, letting those scrutinizing dark hues that swirled with desire seek our her own. Looking for any hint of a fleeing moment...sated in finding nothing but her mirrored desire, lips captured her's once again, the heat of her skin setting his own flesh a'fire.

 

 

Chapter 30--Lattice Hearts: The Warning

 

Caparthian Mountains 2004

Shadowlight Magic Shop, 2:21 pm
Through the door she moved, shades tipped down and hat readjusted so she could glance about the shop. The light rain out made her think against another bike ride, confined to a wet trek up into the mountains via the silver bullet of her car. Now standing to the front of the shop, she called out to the openness as she slid her rain coat gently off.  Hello..anybody home?

Cold water flowed out of the hose hitting splashing the rolled up cuff of her 501s jeans the back door open, quickly turning off the water, yelling inside. Yes... be right in.

A smile creased her lips as she reached to hang the coat upon the rack. Hearing the voice of her sister call to her, instantly all the bad thoughts of the morning faded out of her mind.  It's just lil ole me..no need to rush..I come in search of decor... Gaze then panned about to the shop and the items lingering about them.

Dropping the blue plastic grabbing the towel from the stairs, stopping inside the door toweling off her toes. Smile heard.  Trixie, just look around.  Pausing by the mirror, finger combing through her dark hair. smirks at herself while pulling out a few leaves.  Straightening the necklace, walking into the shop air pulling on a fade red plaid shirt over the white tank.  You caught me barefoot. Making to Trixie as she tied the shirt tail at her waist.

Eyes were diligently scanning over the crystal balls and figurines of before.  Barefoot is good, especially if in bed with a handsome man..  A flash of a grin shown on her face as she took a moment from her collective shopping to look to Kara, brows raised to the heavens.  So, how is every little thing?   She ask as thoughtful expression rested upon the dark beauty's appearance. Her own attire the usual jeans and tee-shirt, splotches of water here and there along the fabric.

I wish... and if I had been in bed with someone   Cat like smile.  You think I wouldn't have been wise enough to lock the doors?   Winks.  I do remember a few things you taught me.   Dark eyes locking on Trixie's smiling more, warm relaxed tone.  Every little thing is routine... It's my nights that have become interesting.

Oh, really? That tone in your voice sounds promising...do tell..   She offered to the baiting of that last statement, hands that were gently holding to the largest of the crystal figurines paused their investigative touch as she turned to face Kara. She looked over the raven haired lass once more before she smiled and reached to set the cut crystal wolf against the counter. The first of her selections found..she would pause for a moment to hear what would be offered from the secretive little sister of the heart.

Smile softening gaze moving to Trixie's hand stopping on the wolf.  That's Mookaite the crystal is Australian jasper one seldom finds it in the dark brown coloration.  Her focus staying on the wolf, quitter tone. You have time to take a walk with me. I need to cut a Birch branch.  Glancing to the door gaze moves to Trixie's face.

Her gaze lowered to the wolf as well, studying the detailing of it with a new light of thought. She nodded to her soft question, in which gaze was brought back up to linger about her face. A tilt of her head at the sudden mood change ut she didn't read into it much, maybe she was being a tad bit nosy..Reaching to readjust her hat, she motioned to the door.  Sure...I'm right behind you. Oh, do you know if there's a place in town that sells potted flowers and herbs? I've a couple of planter boxes in need of some...  As it were, she was a pilgrim in a strange land with the laid back ways of country living..but she more than welcomed the adventure...considering the chaos in Paris, this was a most welcomed change for her.

Moving to close the shop door, latching it, hanging the "closed" sign. Motions for Trixie to follow.  This way.  Parting beaded curtains leading her through a small den, to the back screened in porch sitting down to pull on her socks. Looking up to met Trixie's gaze.  What are herbs and flowers are you looking for?  Leg lifted tugging on the boot. Head nudged to the left, reaching for the second boot, pulling it on.  I have several gardens...out back.

She followed the summons by Kara, gently parting through the beaded curtain to step into another room. A casual glance was given to it as she continued on to the back porch..in which she let her gaze comb the area around the shop as she pondered just what it was she wanted.  Oh, I dunno, some English ivy, maybe a few poppies, marigolds...tarragon, oregano...   Eyes lit on the garden in question as a soft smile creased her features.  alittle Aconitum Napellus maybe...   With that, she looked back around to Kara as hip leaned a perch against the railing of the porch, awaiting her reaction with a slight amusing tone to her expression.

Standing brow arching.  You looking to stone someone out of their minds and put them to sleep permanently?  Drops down reaching under the bench where the herbs are drying, pulling out a double headed ax before stepping outside.  Yes... I have a few Aconitum napellus. Not very attractive poisonous plant, but very effective.

I suppose it isn't very attractive....as a plant, but I'm sure to certain a young lycan woman the poisonous form of Wolfbane can be rather toxic, no?  Ear to ear smile rested upon her features as she watched with interest as axe was grabbed up into her palm, anxiously awaiting the first spying of the herb. And, yes, If I have to go to those extremes to get a man, more power to me and this....stoning...   A hand moved to rest on her hip then as she looked back to Kara, gaze serious now.

Axe handle pressed to her arm fingers wrapped around it just under the metal head pointing with the ax to the North. Eyes meeting Trixie's.  Those plants the are...  Tone lowered.  "Wolfbane." But I do not think you are asking me about Aconitum napellus. Slowly lowering her arm. Metal head tapped her lower left thigh once.  At least not the plant... are you my sister?

Knowing look flashed in her gaze.  Were you aware that the very herb you have in your hand was once used on wolves of eastern Europe. Mmhmm it was ground up on meat and left out in the pastures at night..once digested, the wolves were then driven mad....   She offered a light shrug.  And, yes I do want some of that, if you please. You never know when it might come in handy. As for our kindred named "Wolfbane," I'd say in some aspects of his form, he can drive some to insanity as well.

Nodding another tap of the ax against her leg, the glint form late day sun catching one of the sharp edges shooting a ray of light on a Wolfbane plant. Soft smile.  Yes, I'm aware that it was used for such. As were other of the herb and plants I grow. I've found through my studies it's wise to know what can harm us and what I need to counter the effects. How else can one come up with an antidote if one doesn't have the poison?   Soft sigh to her rhetorical question.  Of course, you may have what you need.   Letting the handle slip a few inches and catching it.  Yes, a "Wolfbane" kindred has affected my sanity.  Slow smile gaze softening.

 Her smile met that of her sister.  Then we are coming to an understanding that both can be very lethal in their doses...I take heed with the herb as you are with the kindred, but as a part of Gaia, I must stress this to you, out of my love for you..some will not be so understanding in this late night rendezvous, if indeed he is that interest of the night you spoke of. I shall not bring it up again, for the gods know I have enough problems around my doorstep to keep my attention well drawn into heeding. Now then, I am here to help with whatever tree it is you seek, but bare in mind, they all do tend to look the same to me, all save the hemlock.

Her sisters words confirmed what she'd known that she'd been right to flee from the Masquerade. If she'd given kissed him there they'd both been killed before the kiss ended. She wanted to share her elation with Trixie but she knew she couldn't and wouldn't tell her of the Night Garden and of Blade catching her in the act of planting it. Warm smile sincere tone.  Thank you for caring about me enough to give me a warning, Trixie. Gaia blesses me with a sister like you.

Gaia, my ass, when the going gets tough, it's the sisterhood that's got your back.  She crossed her arms gently over her chest then, fending off a slight shiver that threatened to shake her to the core. Fingers traced up along the curves of her elbows. Trixie's loyalty were just that; to herself and to all those she loved...a scattering of only a handful, but the blood did serve it's purpose in creating who she really was. A soft sigh was given with her sister's words, thankful she could speak open to her. The last thing she wished is another hardship bestowed upon the Get. All in all, she was due some happiness, and if this were it, she would take steps to insure it was met. As far as her own deemed happiness, she was just going to let it ride; and if it came, then so be it, she'd wasted way too many years of precious time in search of it already.

Soft chuckle.  Yes, that and a few bottles of moon-wine. Yes, I remember you never cared much for herbology. Come help me find the right Birch branch to cut down.  Half turn looking to her.  That is if you have time to tramp through the woods?

She grinned.  What else do I have to do but tromp through the woods? Full moon or not, I love a good adventure. If you'll let me grab my camera real quick, I'll be ready to go...never know when a Kodak moment might present itself.

Nods.  Sure.  Shifting the axe as her right hand disappeared into her pocket pulling out a small stone. Scrapping the edge against it as she waited for Trixie to be ready.

She paused then, a glance back. The cell phone inside her pocket begun to vibrate against her thigh. Time to go to work. Think fast, Trix...think.   Oh shoot, I left it at the flat...look, I'll be back soon, if you need to get the branch, then don't wait in me, I'll be back this evening. I've my shopping to finish...see ya. And with that, she gave a smile to her before gaze scanned over her form, a hidden shadow crossing over Trixie's features before she disappeared into the shop and collected her things.

Journal Three

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